#so i. like yeah. okay i take up too much space. i'll step back. i stay out more. i'll clean my dishes right after i use them

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Love Island: Episode 3 - Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

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pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

words: 4k

warnings: cuss words

The next day, after the recoupling, the lights flicker on, making the islanders groan.

“Good morning!” Kiara exclaims cheerfully, stretching.

“Oh, girl, shut up!” Cleo replies, burying her head back in her pillow, making everyone laugh. Y/N adjusts her hoodie and looks around tiredly, her eyes landing on Rafe chatting with Topper and Alyssa staring down at her phone.

“Hey, you okay?” Maddy asks, crawling under the covers of Y/N's bed and snuggling up to her. Y/N nods.

“It’s okay not to be.” Maddy adds, gently rubbing her back.

“I’m okay, Mads. Truly. I don’t wanna hold any grudges against her and I don’t care if they’re sleeping in the same bed. I’m not worried.” Y/N responds.

“I wish I was as fuckless as you.” Maddy murmurs, adjusting her glasses.

“Fuckless?” Y/N chuckles, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah. ‘Cause you don’t give a fuck, girl. You know what you want and you’re gonna get it. You don’t let anything get in the way. Or anyone.” Maddy explains, making Y/N laugh again.

“Believe me, I am far from being ‘fuckless’.” She says, shaking her head.

“Good for you, girl!” Sarah smiles, sitting on the other side of the bed. “I haven’t had sex in…months. I probably got cobwebs and shit down there by now.” She says, leaning her head on Y/N's shoulder as she and Maddy burst into laughter.

“That was definitely not what we were talking about, Sar!” Maddy exclaims.

“Oh!” Sarah giggles. “Okay, fill me in.”

“Maddy thinks I don’t give a damn about what happened. Which isn’t true. And before you ask too, I’m okay. Truly.” Y/N explains and Sarah nods.

“That's good. So, what's your plan for today?” She asks, twiddling with the string of her sleep shorts.

“I think I'm gonna talk to her.” She murmurs and Sarah raises her head from her shoulder as Maddy widens her eyes.

“Talk to her? After what she did?” Maddy asks, raising a brow.

“I told you, I'm not holding any grudges against her.” Y/N repeats herself making Sarah scoff and lean back on the headboard.

“I wish I was like that.” Sarah mutters and Y/N gives her a reassuring pat on the head. The girls rise from their seats and head to the makeup room, chatting as they start getting ready. They slip into their swimsuits, fix their hair and apply makeup before heading downstairs to the kitchen.

It's noon before anyone realizes it. Cleo and Pope are splashing around in the pool, laughing over some science fact Pope just dropped. Sarah, Kiara and Maddie are snacking in the kitchen, while JJ, John B and Rafe lounge by the firepit, deep in conversation. Y/N, still groggy from a much needed nap, steps outside, scanning the villa. Her eyes land on Alyssa sitting at the daybed, chatting with Topper. She hesitates for a moment before approaching with a small smile.

“Hey, guys.” She greets warmly.

“Y/N/N, what's up?” Topper grins, immediately making space for her. Alyssa, on the other hand, barely acknowledges her, twirling a piece of hair around her finger.

“Actually.” Y/N starts, shifting her gaze to Alyssa. “I wanted to talk to you.” Alyssa raises an eyebrow, caught off guard. Topper glances between them before nodding.

“I'll give you guys a minute.” As he passes Y/N, he squeezes her shoulder lightly before walking away. Y/N takes a seat beside Alyssa and clears her throat.

“Look, I get it. You might not want to talk to me and that’s fine.” She begins, voice steady. “But I want to be upfront with you. We had a pretty rocky start and I hate that. I never wanted you to feel unwelcome here. And the whole situation with Rafe…it’s complicated.” Alyssa sighs, her fingers still fidgeting with her hair.

“I know you said you weren’t looking to make friends here and that’s your choice. But the thought of us spending the whole summer together with you having no one to confide in? That doesn’t sit right with me.” Alyssa is quiet for a moment before exhaling slowly.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” She admits. “I guess…I do want to be friends with you. And with the rest of the girls, too. So, I’m sorry for how I acted. It wasn’t your fault or anyone’s. I’ve just always been kind of a loner. It’s easier that way.” She pauses, then adds. “But you’re right. We’re all stuck here together and eventually, I’m going to want someone in my corner.” Y/N nods, understanding and Alyssa shifts uncomfortably.

“About Rafe…”

“Can I just say something?” Y/N interrupts gently. “You did the right thing.”

“What?” Alyssa blinks in surprise.

“You came in here looking for a real connection. You found Rafe attractive, he made you feel comfortable and you went for it. That’s exactly what you were supposed to do.” Y/N explains. “Me and Rafe? We’re having fun, sure. We like each other…yeah. But it’s early. Nothing is set in stone. And I would never want to be the reason he or you held back from exploring something real.” Alyssa stares at her, eyes narrowing slightly.

“Why aren’t you mad?” She asks making Y/N laugh under her breath.

“What do you mean?”

“I basically stole your guy.” Alyssa says bluntly. “And I was kind of a bitch about it. If I were you, I’d be avoiding me, not trying to make peace.”

“Everyone deserves a second chance.” She shrugs. “Besides, I suck at holding grudges.” Alyssa studies her for a second before breaking into a smile. She opens her arms slowly.

“Come on, then…friend.”

Y/N chuckles before leaning in to hug her.

John B chuckles at something JJ says, shaking his head before his gaze shifts toward the daybed. His laughter falters as he catches an unexpected sight.

“Dude…” He smacks Rafe’s arm, eyes widening. “Are Alyssa and Y/N hugging?” JJ lifts his sunglasses on his head and squints.

“Oh my god!” He rubs his eyes dramatically. “Either that or Alyssa is strangling her.” Rafe, who had been half-listening, immediately sits up straighter, his brows furrowing. His gaze locks onto the two girls, watching as Y/N pulls away from the hug with a small smile while Alyssa seems genuine.

“What the hell did I miss?” Rafe mutters, still processing and JJ shakes his head in disbelief.

“Man, this villa moves too fast. One minute it’s war, the next, it’s…this.”

“So, should we be worried?” John B smirks, nudging him.

Rafe doesn’t answer immediately, his jaw tightening slightly as he watches Y/N interact with Alyssa. Just yesterday, Alyssa had thrown herself at him and now she was cozying up to Y/N. His gut twists, but he forces a nonchalant shrug.

“I don’t know.” He replies. “But I feel like that hug just made things a whole lot more complicated.”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” JJ snorts.

The villa buzzes with energy as everyone settles into their glammed up looks for the night. Laughter and music fills the air, but Rafe isn’t paying attention to any of it. His gaze has been following Y/N for a while now, his thoughts circling back to what he saw earlier. Her and Alyssa, laughing and hugging. Like they hadn’t just been caught in a messy triangle hours before.

He needs to know what is going on.

So when he finally finds an opening, he reaches for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers as he leads her away. The warmth of the firepit flickers against their skin as they settle onto the bench, away from the noise of the villa.

“Hey.” Rafe starts, his voice lower now that it was just the two of them. “You good?” Y/N nods, crossing her legs, the slit of her dress shifting just enough to reveal more of her thigh. Rafe's gaze flickers downward before he catches himself, clearing his throat as he looks away.

“Are you?” She asks in return, tilting her head slightly. Rafe hesitates before exhaling.

“Yeah. I mean…yeah. Just-” He runs a hand through his hair. “What happened with Alyssa?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N raises a brow, questionably.

“I saw you two earlier.” His tone is casual, but there is something underneath it. Something tense. “The whole hug thing.”

“I wasn’t expecting that.” He adds, shaking his head slightly. Y/N lets out a soft chuckle, twisting her ring absently.

“We talked.” She reveals.

“About?” Rafe presses, leaning forward slightly. “Me?” She rolls her eyes, but the small smile tugging at her lips doesn’t go unnoticed.

“A little. Mostly about the whole situation. I told her how it's still early, how we’re both keeping our options open.” She starts.

“Right.” Rafe clenches his jaw, but Y/N doesn't realize it.

“And how I want to be her friend.” She adds, making his head snap toward her.

“Be her friend?” He repeats, incredulous. “After what she pulled?”

“It wasn’t that bad.” Y/N shrugs.

“You're joking.” Rafe exclaims, letting out a dry laugh, before shaking his head.

“She liked how you acted toward her, Rafe.” Y/N’s voice was patient, but firm. “She felt attracted to you. Can you really blame her? If we were in her shoes, we’d probably do the same thing.” Rafe scoffs, shifting in his seat.

“I wouldn’t have gone after someone else’s person two days in.” He says nonchalantly.

“Maybe not, but she didn’t do anything wrong. She saw an opportunity and took it.” Y/N meets his stare evenly, while Rafe exhales sharply, dragging a hand down his face.

“Why are you defending her?” He asks, clearly confused.

“I’m not.” Y/N replied simply. “I’m just not blaming her, either.”

“Nah. You’re way too forgiving.” He comments and she smirks.

“And you’re way too not.”

Silence settles between them for a beat, the firelight flickering in their eyes.

“You don’t get why I’m upset?” Rafe finally asks, his voice quieter now. Y/N tilts her head, studying him.

“No, I don’t.” She admitted. “You told me you weren’t interested in her, right? You told her that too. So, what does it matter if I want to be friends with her?” Rafe opens his mouth, then closes it, his frustration evident.

“It’s not about that.” He mutters, shifting in his seat. “I just…I don’t trust her.” His voice is low now, serious. Y/N meets his gaze, her expression steady.

“But you trust me, right?” She asks, her tone quiet but direct. Rafe hesitates, searching her face for a moment before responding.

“Yeah…I trust you. But I don’t know about her. She’s smart, Y/N. If she wants something, she’ll do whatever it takes to get it.”

“You think I’m that easy to manipulate?” She asks, smiling softly to ease the tension and Rafe quickly shakes his head.

“No. But you’re too nice.” He admits. Y/N exhales, leaning back slightly, her voice calming but firm.

“Look, I get that you want to protect me and I appreciate it. But Alyssa’s not the enemy here.” She pauses, making sure he’s listening. “She didn’t mean for any of this to happen. She just followed what felt right to her. I’m not gonna blame her for that or hold a grudge against her.” Rafe frowns, clearly still not convinced.

“As for her manipulating me, I would never let anyone do that. I may seem too nice or maybe even a little naive, but I know the difference between someone trying to use me and someone just figuring things out. Alyssa's not trying to hurt anyone she's just...lost.” Rafe watches her for a moment, absorbing her words. His gaze shifts toward the firepit, a flicker of understanding crossing his face as the tension starts to fade.

For a moment, neither of them speak. The fire crackles, the distant sound of the villa buzzing behind them. But right here, in their own little bubble, the tension has shifted into something lighter.

“Are we good?” She finally asks. Rafe studies her, then nods.

“Yeah. We’re good.” He admits, making Y/N smile softly and shift closer to him, the space between them shrinking with each move.

“Good.” She says, her voice gentle but firm. “Because I don't want to spend the time we have, arguing over stupid villa drama.” Rafe smirks, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He pulls her even closer, his hand snaking around her waist, causing her to let out a surprised squeal. He chuckles, clearly enjoying her reaction, as he tightens his hold, looking at her with an intense focus. His eyes trace her features. Her lips, the way her hair falls around her face, the light in her eyes.

“I don’t like not sharing a bed with you.” He admits, his voice low, almost vulnerable, though his smirk never fully fades. Y/N laughs lightly, rolling her eyes.

“We shared a bed for two nights, Rafe.” She teases, nudging him with her shoulder. Rafe nods, his expression playful but sincere.

“Two nights where I slept like a baby.” He says, his other hand lifting to gently rest on her cheek, his thumb brushing along the soft skin. Y/N's cheeks flush slightly, her heart beating a little faster at the intimacy of the moment. She instinctively turns her head away, her smile shy.

“Rafe…” She murmurs, almost as if trying to hide the warmth in her face. He’s quick to turn her head back toward him, his fingers grazing her jaw gently. He leans in close, his lips nearly brushing hers. His voice drops to a whisper.

“Can I?” He asks, his eyes darting to her glossy lips, a question hanging between them. Y/N can feel the tension in the air. She closes her eyes briefly, trying to steady her breath before speaking softly.

“Don’t even ask.”

Without another word, she closes the space between them, pressing her lips against his with a force that surprises both of them. It’s messy, wild and different from their usual gentle kisses. Rafe groans against her lips, his hands tightening around her.

“Fuck, I like that.” He says, his voice thick with desire, before pulling her back in, his lips crashing against hers once again.

The kiss lingers, unrestrained and full of unspoken feelings, until they finally pull apart, both of them breathless. Y/N giggles, wiping his lips gently.

“I probably should stop wearing lip gloss around you.” She admits, shaking her head with a playful smile. Rafe grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Yeah, I’ll mess it up every time.” He replies, his lips curling into a smirk. “And I am not sorry for that.” Y/N smacks him playfully, making them both chuckle.

Two days later, another beautiful day begins. The sun rises over the villa, casting a golden hue on the sparkling water below. Upstairs, the girls are already busy, each doing their own thing. Maddy is curling her hair, Kiara is applying her makeup and Sarah is pacing back and forth, trying to decide what to wear for the day. Meanwhile, the boys are scattered around the villa. Some working out, others chatting casually over breakfast and JJ is still struggling to get out of bed, his messy hair poking out from under the covers.

As the girls chat and laugh while getting ready, talking about their plans for the day, a sudden ping cuts through the noise. Everyone pauses, glancing at each other in surprise as Maddy grabs her phone.

“Oh my God!” Maddy mutters, her voice filled with disbelief.

“What? What is it?” Sarah asks, walking over, her curiosity piqued.

“Tell us!” Kiara insists, practically jumping up and down, eager to know. Cleo tries to grab the phone out of Maddy’s hand, but Y/N playfully holds Cleo back, shaking her head.

“Let her read it!” Y/N laughs.Maddy takes a deep breath and reads aloud, her voice trembling with excitement.

“Girls, today a hot new bombshell is entering the villa.” She starts, causing the others to widen their eyes, their attention fully on her. “Kelce was given the choice to go on dates with two very lucky girls.” She continues, and the room grows tense as they hang on her every word. Another ping sounds from Maddy’s phone and her eyes widen once more.

“Maddy and Cleo, get ready for your dates. Bring your A-game and make Kelce feel welcome. #newbabeintown #brunchdatebuddies.”

The moment the message is read, the room erupts in excitement. Cleo and Maddy jump up and down, squealing with joy, as the other girls clap and cheer for them.

“Oh my god, this is huge!” Kiara exclaims, grinning widely.

“Fuck, I can’t wear this!” Cleo suddenly exclaims, looking down at her plain black one-piece swimsuit. The girls all nod, immediately gathering around her.

“We’ve got you.” Y/N assures her, already heading toward the closet to pick out a few outfits.

“You know, I had an ex named Kelce.” Y/N says casually as she pulls out a bikini for Cleo. The girls pause, intrigued.

“When was this?” Sarah asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Like…a year ago? Maybe a little more.” Y/N says, tossing the first bikini aside. She pulls out another, but Cleo shakes her head at the choice.

“Really?” Y/N scoffs, her tone playful, as she digs through the swimsuits again.

“What happened? Why did you two break up?” Alyssa asks, brushing out Maddy’s hair as the conversation flows naturally. Y/N sighs, pulling out a red bikini that Cleo can’t help but admire.

“It wasn’t a bad breakup or anything. We just wanted different things. I loved him, though. I still have a lot of love for him.”

“Ooooh, that sounds like unfinished business.” Kiara says, sipping the smoothie Pope brought her earlier, as she watches the interaction. Y/N shrugs, glancing up at the bikini she’s holding.

“Maybe. I don’t know. If the timing was right…maybe we could try again.” She hands Cleo the red bikini with a soft smile and Cleo holds it up with a grin.

“Finally!” Cleo whispers, grinning wide as she heads off to change.

“My ex used to hook up with Kendall Jenner.” Sarah suddenly reveals, causing the room to go silent for a beat. The girls stare at her in shock.

“What?!” Maddy gasps.

“Tell us everything!” Kiara says, her eyes wide with curiosity. Sarah just shrugs, a small smile playing at her lips.

“It’s not a big deal, really.” She says, though her tone suggests otherwise. The room erupts in questions as the girls demand more details, laughing and gossiping.

As they finish up their preparations, Y/N realizes she left her water bottle downstairs. She heads down to grab it from her bedside table and as she enters the room, she sees JJ sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes, clearly contemplating whether he’s ready to start his day.

“Oh! Hi, J!” Y/N says brightly, walking over to her bedside table and grabbing the bottle. As she leans over, her hoodie rides up slightly, revealing a sliver of her waist. JJ clears his throat and looks up, his eyes lingering on the small reveal.

“H-hi.” He stammers and then glances at her outfit. “Wait, why aren’t you dressed yet?” Y/N chuckles, looking down at herself.

“We were too busy getting Maddy and Cleo ready for their dates and-” She cuts herself off, her eyes widening in realization. “Oh crap, I probably shouldn’t have said that.”

“Wait, Cleo and Maddy have dates?” JJ asks, widening his eyes. Y/N rushes to him, a pleading look in her eyes.

“Please don’t tell the guys. I wasn’t supposed to say anything.” She tugs at his sleeve, giving him her best puppy-dog eyes. JJ grins mischievously, moving towards the door.

“Nope. I’m telling everyone.” He murmurs.

“No! JJ!” Y/N yells, racing after him. Her short legs try to catch up, but JJ is too quick. Just as he’s about to make it out the door, Y/N launches herself at him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and trying to cover his mouth with her hand. The boys, hearing the commotion, rush over to see what’s going on.

JJ stumbles slightly as Y/N clings to him, nearly losing his balance. Before he can topple over, Rafe appears out of nowhere and grabs Y/N, pulling her off of JJ and setting her down gently.

“What’s going on here?” Rafe asks, his voice calm but curious, his skin glistening with the glow of a recent workout. JJ rubs his arm where Y/N’s nails left red marks.

“Did you scratch me?” He asks, looking at his bicep with a furrowed brow.

“Sorry.” Y/N mutters, slightly embarrassed.

“Okay, what happened?” John B asks as he adjusts his hat.

“Maddy and Cleo have dates!” JJ says triumphantly, turning to Y/N with a mockingly smug look. Y/N narrows her eyes at him.

“I’m going to kill you.” She murmurs, making JJ laugh loudly.

“I’d love to see you try.” He challenges as Y/N struggles to break free of Rafe’s arms to get to him. Rafe sighs, tightening his grip to keep her calm.

“What dates? What are you talking about?” Rafe asks, rubbing Y/N’s arm comfortingly as she tries to escape his hold. Y/N sighs, realizing she can’t avoid it.

“We got a text.” She says quietly, her eyes flicking to the guys. “It said a new guy is entering today, and he chose Maddy and Cleo to go on a brunch date.” The boys exchange glances, nodding, but Rafe’s grip on Y/N loosens as the information settles in.

“I probably shouldn’t say this either.” Y/N continues in a hushed voice. “But the girls and I are gonna spy on them from the balcony. If you guys…wanna join.” She looks around at the group, her gaze lingering on Rafe.

“Now, can I go back upstairs?” She asks, her tone soft.

“Ye-yeah.” Rafe murmurs, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He releases her from his arms and Y/N grins, pecking him quickly on the cheek before heading back upstairs.

Some time has passed now, Maddy and Cleo are making their way to the backyard, which has been transformed. Two tables are set up in the center, surrounded by an array of flowers and a delicious-looking brunch spread. The girls squeal in excitement as they take their seats, occasionally glancing up at the terrace where the rest of the group is gathered.

“Can’t believe you told them.” Sarah murmurs to Y/N, nodding toward the boys sitting behind them on the couch.

“I’m sorry, Sarah. It just slipped out.” Y/N apologizes again, her gaze drifting through the railing toward the girls.

“Hey, Cleo! Push up the girls!” Kiara calls out and Cleo responds with a nod, adjusting her swim top as everyone laughs.

A moment later, Maddy's eyes widen and she looks up toward the terrace, silently mouthing something.

“He’s here!” She whispers. Cleo turns to shush her and the girls exchange thumbs-up for good luck. They watch as JJ and John B walk toward them. Y/N moves aside to make room for them, settling next to Rafe and Topper on the couch. Rafe instinctively wraps an arm around her waist as he talks with Topper.

“Woah!” Kiara exclaims as JJ tries to peer over her shoulder.

“Not another black guy!” Pope groans.

“John B, my toes!” Alyssa shrieks and John B apologizes as he ducks down to avoid stepping on her.

“Y/N! You need to see him!” Sarah whispers urgently, gesturing for her to come over. Y/N rolls her eyes but stands up and walks toward the railing, crouching down to avoid being seen by Kelce below.

“Shit!” She exclaims, causing Kiara to quickly shush her.

“Girl!” Kiara scolds quietly. Y/N pulls back from the railing, her face pale as though she’s seen a ghost.

“Whoa, you okay?” Rafe asks, noticing her blank stare. He rises from the couch and moves toward her, the others gathering around to check on her. Sarah rubs her back, concerned.

“Did you get dizzy again? I’ve told you, you can’t skip breakfast.” She begins.

“Is that Kelce?” Y/N asks and the group nods. Rafe and Topper head off toward him. Rafe shrugs.

“He’s not…bad-looking.” He admits. “But he’s not all that either.”

“That’s Kelce.” Y/N repeats, her voice shaking. Sarah looks at her, nodding.

“Yeah, we know.”

“No, no, no, Sarah.” Y/N starts, her voice trembling. “That’s Kelce…my ex.” Sarah's eyes widen in shock.

“What the fuck?” Rafe's voice cuts through the tension as he looks up at Y/N, equally stunned.

to be continued...

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A/N: sorry for the long wait, but i really struggled with this one. i wrote half of it when i had time after work when i was very tired and finished it really late last night, it's proofread but i cannot promise it's good so very sorry for that!!

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blueberry muffins with mai tail x Lando Norris?🥰

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blueberry muffins ("i don't think it'll fit") + mai tai (loss of virginity) served by lando norris (formula one)!!

cw: smut/pwp, first time/loss of virginity, slow sex, lando takes your virginity (and is very nice about it), best friend!reader

when you were a teenager, you would often have dreams of this happening. to be intimate with the likes of lando norris, a boy turned man that you had known for a large chunk of your life. you had admitted to him during his visit back home that even after all the time you were still a virgin.

and without much thought he asked, 'want me to fix that?" and you almost fell out of your seat at the bar.

you swallowed and said, "yes." and while you'd try to play it off like the alcohol talking. that was a big fat lie, about as big as the crush you'd been harbouring for lando since your days in school.

you walked back to your flat, lando's hand in the back pocket of your jeans. you took a detour to an corner shop opened at this hour and bought a small pack of condoms. better safe than sorry.

"last thing you want to happena fter your first time i get pregnant." he laughed, "especially by the likes of me." then paid for the condoms before he led you out of the store and back to your flat. he remained close to you, loving the feeling of such intimacy between the two of you.

he kept an arm around you with the condoms in the back pocket of his jeans. you led him up the steps to your place and got the door open. once it was closed behind the both of you, lando took you by the shoulders and pulled you into a kiss.

"you have no idea how beautiful you are." he said.

"there's no need to butter me up, lando." you laughed as you gave him a little bit of a shove. but he only came back closer and held your chin to kiss him.

when the kiss eventually broke and you grabbed him by the wrist to bring him to your bedroom. that was when the clothes came off. lando put the pack of condoms on the nightstand as you got into the bed. lando eyed you up and down and licked his lips without thinking.

"and no one has ever had sex with you?" he couldn't believe it. the sight of you was beautiful, sitting up on your bed and looking at him, "no one? at all?"

you shook your head, "no one.. i just was too busy."

lando nodded as he got into bed with you. he was naked and he reached for you. he touched your soft skin, "are you sure you want to do this? i don't want you to feel pressured."

you shook your head, "it's all fine, lando." you reached for him an softly kissed him on the lips. his hand trailed up and down your side before he put you on your back. he eyed you down, taking in the sight of you.

"good. i want this to be good for you." he cupped your face, "you only deserve the best." he stroked his cock before he leaned over you to grab one of the condoms from the package. he got it on before he leaned back to look at you.

"i don't think it'll fit. what if it doesn't fit?" your words were a bit of an ego boost, but lando wanted to assure you. of course he looked like he wasn't going to fit, you had never been with anyone else.

"then i'll spend all night making sure it fits for the next time." he promised as he got into your space once more.

you got your legs around his waist at his request and he rubbed the protected tip of his cock up against your slick pussy. he sank into your pussy slowly, he took his time to make sure you were comfortable.

"are you okay?"

you nodded in response, "yeah, just never felt this before. this is different than any of my toys." your cheeks went hot, "better though! much better!" you shifted a little in your spot on the bed.

when he got to the base, he exhaled. he felt a shudder in his body. you felt like a dream. you were painfully beautiful. you drove him wild. you had for years, even when you over plucked your eyebrows and had braces in secondary school. beautiful then, beautiful now.

lando was lucky to be the one to take your virginity.

he moved against you slowly. his hands on your hips as he rocked against you. he wasn't putting too much force behind his thrusts, he couldn't. this was your first time and he didn't want to scare you. he could tell that your cheeks were warmed, even if he could see them fully due to hands covered your face.

"don't hide from me, beautiful. i want to see it all." his words were comforting as he moved against you. he rocked against you, his pace slowly gained momentum. he added, "please, beautiful."

you hated how his words impacted you, they made your cheeks feel flushed as you pulled your hands away and pulled him closer to you by the shoulders. he kissed you deeply as you moved against one another. you moaned against his lips and your stomach was in knots. here you were, under your best friend. letting him fuck you like you had dreamed about for years.

as if lando didn't do the same all that time. even when he was with other people, he thought of you. he wanted to make sure it was all special for you. even thrust, kiss and movement was perfect for you. as it was what you deserved. a perfect for time.

"you feel great, lando. thank you."

"of course, anything for you, beautiful. better me than some scumbag from your school. someone you could trust." someone you could love. but those words hung on his tongue before he brought you in for another searing hot kiss. lando had been playing chicken with his feelings for years, which was why he jumped at the chance to have sex with you.

and the way you looked at him as he moved against you was the hottest part. you looked up at lando like he hung the stars in the evening sky. that he was for a brief moment your entire world. the universe confined to your shoe box bedroom where the bed was creaky from years of sleeping. it wasn't used to these kinds of activities.

it didn't take long for you to feel close to climax. it felt similar to when you pleasured yourself in the same bed. but the movements made the air get caught in your throat. oh, this was something else. you panted and whined as the other man looked down at you.

"fuck you're beautiful." he panted as he rutted against you. his movements were quick, but not painfully rough. he held your hips for good leverage. i could feel the sweat as his temples and his heart hammering in his chest.

he knew he was a lucky man.

your toes curled and your back arched when you climaxed first. lando would make sure you got yours first before he got his. and when you relaxed after reaching your peak, he hiked your hips a little higher and moved against your faster. to a speed that he knew was going to send him over the edge.

you scratched a this back, leaving pretty red lines and he continued to fuck you. this was something else. he knew he wouldn't last long and soon he finished inside the condom while inside of your sweet pussy. he groaned into your shoulder and arched his back from the heightened pleasure.

"date me." he said, "please. just date me."

you blinked at him, you immediately coming back to your senses, "what?"

he kissed you as he slowed his hips to a stop, "let's go out, for real. not when we'd go on pretend dates as kids. i want you... more than this. everything."

you kissed him once more before he pulled out. the fight taken out of both of you. your heart pounded from his words. the deceleration felt like a streak of cold through you. but in a way that made you alert. you had been friends for years.

it would make sense, but still it left you breathless.

you laid curled up in his arms. focusing on his sleepy breathing he was practically knocked out by the time his climaxed. he kept you in his arms. protecting you while under the covers, you had suddenly become a safety blanket for him. you carefully trailed your fingers up and down his arm. this was a dream come true, but you were left wide awake. lando wasn't asleep long as he woke up a little bit.

he yawned a little bit, eyes slightly closed, "go to sleep, beautiful." he said tiredly, "i'll ask you out for real tomorrow. flowers and all that. can't right now, just wanna hold you" then shifted you closer to him and fell back to sleep.

tomorrow you'd have to have a grown up conversation about what you were. and the only thing that allowed you relax for the night was the promise that he'd ask you out. that lando wanted you as much as you wanted him. <3

[muniimyg]

𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!yoongi (7) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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note: yoongi and oc have the what r we talk,, have a few awh moments,, and r jus so cute... anyways,, my apologies as i'll be fixing my taglist next week ,, too busy n just trying to push out content lol !!! also PLEASE BE SURE TO LEAVE UR @ IN THE COMMENT BOX FOR SPECIFIC FIC TAGLIST STUFF (in the taglist form)

EDIT: mochi < injeolmi

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as yoongi stands outside your door with a plastic bag swinging in one hand—all he can really think about is how amused he is from the 2AM craving text.

he takes a breath, raises his hand to knock, but the door opens before he can and there you stand with puffy cheeks streaked with the telltale signs of crying. 

his smile drops instantly.

“hey,” yoongi’s voice softens, concern etching into his features. “___, what happened? w-why are you crying?”

you try to muster a smile but fail. your lips tremble as you glance at the bag in his hand. letting out a shaky laugh, you wipe your face and take a deep breath in. 

“i don’t even really want pickles and peanut butter,” you admit. “i just… it’s… this isn’t about a pregnancy craving, yoongi.” 

yoongi’s brows knit together and he steps forward. closing the space between you two, suddenly you feel a rush of guilt. 

“okay, then what is it about?” his voice is gentle. he places the bag on the floor so he can rest a hand on your arm, grounding and reassuring. "everything okay? you okay?"

you looks up at him, eyes glassy and full of a vulnerability. 

“i just…” you take another breath, steadying yourself. “i didn’t know how to tell you i wanted you here. just you. no excuses, no weird cravings.”

yoongi’s eyes widen, confusion and something else flashing across his face.

“wait—you could’ve just asked me to come over. i would’ve dropped everything to be here. you know that, right?”

a tear slips down your cheek. shaking your head, a sad smile forms. 

“yeah. we’re friends, yoongi, but we’re not friends.” you say, emphasizing the word. a pang of bitterness lingers. “we’re not close like that. i guess i’m just freaking out because as much as i want this—fuck, i want this so bad… i’m upset that i’m having a baby with someone i can’t even ask to come over without making up an excuse. does that make sense?”

yoongi’s heart clenches. 

he’s struck speechless for a moment. then he sighs and runs his hand through his hair. 

“i get it,” he says quietly. his hand still rests on your arm. he squeezes it lightly. “can i come in? let’s talk about this please.”

you nod and move aside for him. 

yoongi steps into your apartment, closing the door softly behind him.

he heads to the kitchen, methodically placing the jars of pickles and peanut butter on the counter. his movements are slower than usual as the weight of the moment settles in. 

when he turns, he watches you retreat toward your bedroom and for a second—confusion prickles at the back of his mind. 

why aren’t we sitting in the living room? he wonders. 

he’s never been inside your bedroom before. 

… but he follows you anyway, trailing behind you like a shadow.

the room feels more intimate than he expected.

the walls holding a quiet familiarity, but also the tension of something unspoken. you two stand there for a beat, the silence stretching until you blurt out;

“s-sorry. uh, the couch makes my back hurt if i sit there too long. i’m more comfortable in here. is that okay?” 

yoongi takes in your words, a small pang of concern for her comfort, and nods, his usual nonchalance cracking just a bit. 

then, you both settle on the bed.

the awkwardness between you two is palpable. yoongi braces himself for the conversation they both know is coming, hoping the closeness will bridge the distance they’ve been struggling to cross.

“are you regretting this?” you ask, voice quiet and afraid. 

yoongi shakes his head instantly. 

“no. i’m not,” he answers. “are you?”

you also shake your head. 

“no… but, i do wish i thought it through more.” 

he titls his head. “specifically about what? about me?”

you bite bottom lip, trying to find the words to explain how you feel about him. how you feel about everything between you two…

and it’s hard.

it’s difficult because you never had to think twice about yoongi and your friendship.

friends. 

until sometimes, when you two are alone.. it’s friends. 

“let’s be honest,” yoongi begins, cutting your thoughts short. “we’ve always had this weird… in-between thing. but if you need me, you don’t have to make excuses. i’m already here, aren't i? and i’m committed to the baby—our baby. to you, even… so, tell me where your headspace is at. i’ll match it. i’ll place myself in between where you need me and where i want to be for you. you just have to tell me what you want, ___.”

you look at him, eyes searching his for something… then, yoongi continues, his voice sincere and steady.

“we’re about to have a child together, yeah, but more than that… i care about you. always have. so, please don’t think that you have to put up walls or hide what you need from me, okay? i want to see through it. i want to see through you.”

you take a breath, relief washing over her as you nod. 

“okay.” 

and in that small word, a bridge starts to form between them—something real and raw and hopeful.

you and yoongi have never been close. 

there has never been a moment where you were in trouble and thought to yourself; shit i need yoongi’s help.

no. 

there was always hyemi, nam joon, jin, hoseok, jimin, taehyung and jungkook before yoongi. not that you liked him the least—if anything; considering the current happenings—maybe you like him the most. but besides that, you two are truly just decent friends. 

everyone in the friendgroup is. 

you laugh at the same jokes, make fun of nam joon when he says something ridiculous, and have each other’s backs when needed—but that’s it. 

or at least it should be.

again, until you’re alone together... then, it’s different. 

there’s this undercurrent.

something unspoken that takes all makes it hard to breathe. it’s the way he leans in when he’s talking to you. it’s the subtle touches he probably doesn’t think about… all these vague flirting moments leave you second-guessing… but you know what is it. you know who he is. 

and that’s what’s confusing. 

in the midst of this in-between—you don’t know how to word what he makes you feel. 

safe?

nervous?

loved?

and now with the baby; it should be more complicated. everything in your life feels more complicated but somehow; what you are—or what you aren’t—hasn’t changed at all. 

you’re still friends.

friends. 

“can we talk about this?” you speak out. “like first… what are we?”

yoongi’s eyes widen. 

he wasn’t ready for this question, but he also doesn’t hate it. he’s been wanting to know too. he’s been thinking about it too. 

“what do you want us to be?” 

you gulp, not knowing if he’ll like the answer you’re about to give. 

“friends,” you tell him. “is that ridiculous?”

yoongi shrugs. “only if you make it to be.”

“it’s just… i feel like i need to get to know you more. i didn’t even save your number in my phone until last year. we’ve been friends for over 3 years, yoongi… also, i don’t know your favourite colour. i don’t know your birthdate because i always confuse it with hobi’s… yours is in february, right?”

“march.”

you throw your head back, letting out a sharp and loud hiss. 

“fuck—s-see what i mean?” you take a breath and regulate. then, you reach for his hand and squeeze it. “i’m sorry. we’ve been decent friends but truth be told sometimes i feel like a stranger to you. i didn’t think this through—”

“it’s fine,” yoongi says, patting your back. “we’re not complete strangers. you know things about me, ___. don’t act like you don’t just because you’re scared. and, you know what? we can get to know each other more as the pregnancy goes on. besides, once the baby comes out—you’re stuck with me for life. i mean, it’s our baby.”

your lips curve into a small smile. 

“is our baby gonna have two cribs?” you blurt. “hyemi made a passing comment and for some reason i keep picturing it. two cribs.. two sets of clothes.. two homes.. two car seats—”

“one then,” yoongi simplifies it for you. “move in with me or i move in with you.”

you blink at him. 

“...hear me out,” yoongi says, voice calm but his eyes serious, holding yours as if he’s trying to make sure every word sticks. “we already spend so much time together—in our friendgroup setting at least… and i know it won’t be perfect. we’ll annoy each other, i’m sure, but it’ll be easier. for both of us. we won’t have to juggle back and forth or worry about where the baby should be or whose place has what.”

you swallow. 

the image of two cribs still lingering in your mind, mixing with the new picture he’s painting—one home, one set of everything, a shared life that feels both thrilling and terrifying. 

“yoongi…” you start, your voice wavering. “it’s not just about convenience. moving in together means… a lot. and what if we make things harder? what if it complicates everything more than it should?”

he nods, understanding the hesitation even as he inches a little closer, his presence grounding you. 

“i get that,” he says. “but we’ve already made things complicated, haven’t we?” his lips curve into a small, almost hopeful smile. “this way, at least, we’ll be complicated together. and if it doesn’t work, we’ll figure it out, for the baby’s sake. we owe it to them—and to ourselves—to at least try.”

you want to say yes.

to fall into this idea of a shared space, of yoongi always being just a few steps away, but the weight of uncertainty keeps you frozen. 

“i don’t know,” you murmur, dropping your gaze to your hands. “it’s a big step… and i’m scared of what it could mean… for us.”

yoongi reaches over, his fingers brushing lightly against yours. 

“i’m scared too,” he admits softly. “but i’d rather try and fail than not try at all. just… think about it, okay? no pressure. maybe a timer though. baby is coming soon.”

you finally look up, meeting his eyes, the sincerity there chipping away at your worries. a small, reluctant smile tugs at your lips. 

“hahaha… okay. yeah, i’ll think about it,” you promise, and the room feels a little lighter, hope lingering between you both. "... what if we buy baby things and leave it at yours? i think... i do want to move in with you. i think your points make sense and honestly? i've been thinking about us a lot... let's just do it slowly, okay?"

yoongi leans back slightly, studying your expression before he continues. 

“okay, if we’re doing this, I want to do it right,” he says, the seriousness of his tone making you focus. “since we're confessing.. truth be told, i’ve been struggling with this entire thing too. ___, i don’t want to be the dad who just shows up when it’s convenient or only takes half the responsibility. until we figure out the whole moving-in thing… i need you to keep me in the loop. not even the loop—in it. everything, okay? every appointment, every little thing the doctor says. even if it’s something silly, like craving pickles at 2 in the morning, call me. i want to be here. i meant it when i said i need you to figure out how to need me.” 

you nod slowly, his words settling into your chest. the way he’s looking at you—it’s like he’s already preparing himself for every moment he might miss if you don’t.

“and i'm serious about appointments,” yoongi adds, his voice softening just a little, the corners of his lips turning up in a small smile. “i want to know every detail. hear the heartbeat, see the ultrasounds, even if it means i have to reschedule work. screw it, honestly. you and baby are my priority… i’m gonna do everything to make you know that you deserve to feel like we’re doing this together.”

a lump forms in your throat, and you swallow, feeling the weight of his commitment. 

“you really mean that,” you say quietly, more to yourself than him. “yoongi…”

“of course, i do.” he pauses, his eyes holding yours with that steady, unwavering calm. “we might not be close, but this baby deserves two parents who are trying their best. and maybe…” he hesitates, his voice dropping lower. “maybe this will help us become more than just friends who share stolen glances. more than whatever weird, in-between thing we have.”

a beat.

“shit, do we have to talk about that now?”

he laughs. 

“no,” he shrugs. “i’m not in a rush. i’m cool with taking things slow. i have a lifetime with you anyway. also have a feeling you'll be moved in with me in a week or two.”

you roll your eyes and he chuckles.

then, you’re silent for a moment, processing the vulnerability he’s showing, the way he’s extending himself for both you and the baby. 

“okay,” you finally say. “i’ll call more. i’ll update you on everything. breakfast and prenatals and all.”

yoongi snickers at you. “... and when we’re finally living together… we’ll figure out a routine that works for both of us. we’ll make it as easy as possible… for all three of us.”

before you know it, you launch yourself at him.

you wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps his around your torso, returning the hug without hesitations. for a moment, it feels safe, like he’s anchoring you to something solid amidst all the uncertainty.

when you pull away, you glance up at him, nerves tightening in your chest. 

“can you… stay the night?” you ask, your voice softer than you mean it to be. “i guess that’s what i meant with the pickles and peanut butter.”

yoongi snorts at you. 

“i knew it.”

he earns a hit to his chest, but he takes it like a champ. even though he’s teasing you, there’s something so reassuring in the way he says it. 

“i'm already in my pajamas... i’ll just use the bathroom real quick. be right back.”

as yoongi makes his way to the bathroom, he flicks on the light and notices the little details of your life scattered around the sink. toothpaste, skincare products, and…

a blue toothbrush placed neatly next to yours. 

his heart stumbles at the sight, realization washing over him. 

it’s for him. 

you had thought about him even in the smallest of ways, planning for him to be here.

what the fuck is his heart supposed to do with this?

it tugs.

it skips a beat.

it races.

it falls for you a little more.

when he returns to your bedroom, he finds you already lying in bed, looking smaller and more vulnerable under the soft glow of the bedside lamp. he hesitates, unsure of how to fit into this space with you. the silence stretches awkwardly between you both as he slips under the covers.

neither of you knows quite how to lie together. 

you both fidget, trying not to make it more awkward, until you shift uncomfortably, a small wince escaping your lips. 

“ugh,” you mumble, “my back hurts.”

yoongi is at your side instantly. his nonchalant demeanor slipping away as he sits up. 

“here, let me help,” he murmurs, carefully guiding you to reposition. his hands are gentle but firm as he encourages you to lie partially against him, your body leaning into his. he wraps his arms around your belly, cradling you and the baby, and nuzzles his face into the curve of your neck. the warmth of his breath sends a small shiver down your spine, but it melts away as you sink into his embrace.

you both stay still, letting the comfort settle in. slowly, the awkwardness ebbs, replaced by a sense of calm as you relax against him.

just as you’re on the edge of sleep, you murmur something faintly. 

“yoongi?”

“mhmm?

“injeolmi...” you whisper.

yoongi stirs, confused. 

“huh?” he whispers back, trying not to disturb you too much. “are you craving injeolmi? i’ll get you some tomorrow–”

you smile sleepily, eyes already closed. 

“no.. our baby looks like injeolmi,” you explain, your words trailing off into drowsiness. “the ultrasound… injeolmi. let’s call our baby injeolmi for now.”

yoongi heart squeezes at the endearing name, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“injeolmi,” he repeats, pressing a soft kiss into your hair. “okay. baby injeolmi it is.”

wrapped in each other’s warmth, you both drift off, with yoongi holding you close. all he thinks about before falling asleep is;

baby injeolmi, you are so loved.

[pixiesndberries]

HOW DO I GET YOU ALONE?

— Logan Howlett ❞

𖦰 :: summary — remembering her first love after a long time of running away from it.

→ Logan Howlett, Fem!Reader, Jean Grey, Rogue, Kitty Pryde, and more.

♫ :: Alone - Heart (Bad Animals, 1987) — It Must've Been Love - Roxette (It Must've Been Love, 1990)

𖦰 .. warnings — angst; mentions of intimate moment together (18+ themes), strong words, lmk if I forgot something.

> I haven't double checked this, might contain grammatical errors and typos.

𖦰 author's note — LMK IF YOU WANT LOGAN'S POV GUYS 🙏 I kinda felt shitty and I wanted a heart clenching angst, I don't want them to be happy and all of that love story. Probably my longest work ever and I'll have my break for like a day or two (more like 2 years) anyways HAVE FUN POOKIES!

WORD COUNT — 3, 666k words

"Hey, take care of the kids and yourself too." the man mutters underneath his breath as he places his 'best dad in the world' coffee mug in the sink, quickly grabbing himself a napkin to wipe the left residue on his lips — it took her a quick moment to respond since her attention is too focused on putting her children's school lunch in their very own lunch boxes, "yeah, yeah you too." she nods as she wipes her hand in her colourful apron, giving him a glare.

"did you have everything? car keys? the lunch I made you?" she says with a worried yet hurried tone making sure her husband got everything in his hands before leaving the house — "yes, ma'am." he chuckles with a nod, before she could even say something back he walked up to her wrapping his arms around her, planting a kiss on her temples.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

he nodded and left pulls away, calling the kids to have their goodbyes before their father left for work — she turns around and sighs while wiping the bead of sweat forming in her forehead, she then closes the lunchboxes and place it inside the lunch bags.

for the last nine years, this is her daily routine — to be a responsible wife and mother towards her husband and children, to be her children's first teacher and to be her husband's helping hand.

just like her dream, to be wife to somebody.

to a certain someone.

"Mommy!" james yells from his room making her drop what she was doing in panic that something might've happen to her first born son, she rushed upstairs 'till his room just to see him being completely fine — "Mommy, we need to bring old photos of our parents to school for our family tree." he says slightly feeling scared that he might've freaked his mom out for yelling too loud and exaggerated.

she sighs closing her eyes, but then looks at the kid, again trying to be calm as possible not wanting to scold the child because the school bus is going to arrive in ten minutes and he just had the balls to tell her that right now. "Okay, give me a quick moment. Wait downstairs and watch Peter and Julien for me, is that okay?" she says calmly.

"okay, mommy." james nodded as he carries his backpack with him, she created a space so he could get out of his bedroom door — when she heard his foot steps coming from the stairs she closed his bedroom door and made her way to the attic wherein the old and useless stuff was placed.

she pulled the ladder string making the ladder fall on it's own, she then secured it making sure it's stable enough to step on. As soon as it was stable enough she climbed, her head peeking through the attic.

she then spend her last minutes searching for some old boxes with photos, she already obtained her husband's old photos, mainly the one from his school yearbook photos — on the other hand, she couldn't manage to look for hers. She didn't really had much of photos before except for some that are nowhere to be found, she didn't go to school either which means she does have yearbook photos to share.

she already wanted to give up and just hand out the photos that she had in her hands right now, but her eyes landed on this brown wooden box with her brain processing where it could be from, it looks familiar at the same time it doesn't.

she then crouched to grab the box, it was small and almost fragile considering how old it maybe is. She shook the box making sure it has something inside and it did sound like there are things inside but it feels like it's packed with so much things inside.

she already forgot about the ticking of the clock and how close the school bus might be already. She flick the button open, bringing her hand to open the lid.

letters

photographs

and a locket.

it made her stop breathing for a moment, it's like her soul jumped out of her body for a quick mini second as the realization of what this was — she blinked while her fingers lingered into the rough almost fragile papers that contains letters and the photos wherein the colors are slowly fading.

she exhales and attempted to push back the letters and photos all at once in the small box, she's rushing making it unable to push it all at once except if placed neatly, out of frustration she dropped the box making it scattered all around the floor with the other ones flying somewhere in the room — she sighs closing her eyes, only to see a photo of them lying in the floor with a letter behind it.

the poorly written words even brought those memories back too good yet it stings painfully than being tortured by an electrocuting machine — no, she wasn't supposed to sit here and see this all of these things that are supposed to be gone ever since she left that damn roof. She already left what she was many years ago and she's not planning to remember nor come back because she's already contended of what she have right now, this was her dream right?

she felt a bead of tear slowly runs down her cold cheeks as she stare at the photo with her hand holding into it, wanting to just tear it apart or maybe burn it until it's all nothing but ashes that she's soon going to throw away in the lake nearby her house.

hair was short, smile was wide, she's wearing his leather jacket, his hands wrapped around her waist and her lips was attached into his cheeks — the piece of paper crumbled into her hand as she lets out an exhausted sigh and her eyes' blinking trying to avoid wasting tears again.

the same face she had as they were talking that night, the night that absolutely ruined her.

before this whole him meeting jean thing, everything was way too different compared to what situation they're in after him meeting jean — they're almost entwined and it feels like they're the only one who understands each other wether it's about missions or just in general.

birds of a feather or two peas in a pod, that's what professor x calls them, they're almost inseparable — but as times goes by it's more than just friendship.

at some point the tension started being way too compacted that it's almost hard to resist the fact that he couldn't help but to look at her lips everytime she speaks or maybe she couldn't help but to look when he's just there standing topless while fixing something — everything was irresistible.

"I don't know, he just keeps coming at me or something." she shrugs with their bodies next to each other as stares at her drink, the tension was tight and somehow warm — and the fact that Logan is questioning about this random dude who came up to her basically checking her out, it's not helping.

he doesn't want to sound possessive.

she's not his.

she doesn't want to avoid the guy either.

it's not like he's going to get jealous.

he didn't mutter any response but the moment she looked at him, she can hear the mutters inside his head — she knows that she agreed to not read his mind but she couldn't help, her head got ears and it's hearing too well.

"I'm not going with him, not worth my time. Rather, I know someone's better at wasting my time." she mutters underneath her breath quickly looking back at her whiskey as he looks back — he clicked his tongue putting the glass down in the counter, she then looks back making their eyes locked at each other.

it was deep, it was something, what do you call that? mind fucking?

she's sure it's not her telepathy thing that is wanting to pull him into a kiss right now and let him do the things that he wanted to do to her, and Logan is also sure that's it's not only him who's been feeling this close and those gazes and touches didn't have any meaning.

"fuck." she mutters underneath her breath as she holds into the bathroom's towel rail for balance as Logan's teeth leaves marks on her neck — she can't help but to wince and moan lightly as he squeezes her glutes, feeling the tight pressure.

"Logan, it's going to be visible." she sighs as he pulls away with her free hand resting on the back of his head.

"can't find the problem."

fuck, literally.

she pulls him in a passionate kiss, feeling almost like high or euphoric just by this. It was an overwhelming gut rush that she couldn't explain, she can taste the bitterness of the liquor he just had mixing with hers and it's getting her almost feral — "fuck me, Logan." she groans in his ears, like that her request is what he fulfils.

it would be a lie if both of them say everything happened once or twice, it was more than that — they didn't shared just themselves, their body, a kiss but an intimacy that she knew she wouldn't have with anyone else except for Logan.

it wouldn't be the same if it's not Logan.

every night, as they lay together in bed with Logan next to her sleeping his ass off — she couldn't help but to think, what they really are.

sometimes she would just be there and imagine their future together, kids, a nice house, and them being together — a small house down town just perfectly enough for their family, she even promised herself that if they're going to have their first son, it's name is going to be James Howlett Jr.

she's never really been a vocal type of person since from the start, she prefers quiet over anything else in this world — she never once brought the words, "what are we?" or maybe ask him if they're more than just sharing naked bodies at one bed or crashing lips together as the world falls apart around them.

but then she just spends her whole night pondering when's the right time going to be to just ask him if,

if he feels more than just sexual tension or whatever was this.

like, it couldn't be so casual that he'd hug her from behind or be a worrywart everytime she's out of sight during missions — and most of all, friends don't say I love you during sex, right?

she'd always remember when a fortune teller told her that 'you wouldn't know when the universe is going to turn against you' she never believed it not until she came home from a mission along with kitty — as she walk in the halls, she could already hear the familiar voice; his voice.

and jean's voice?

when she was only few steps away from the room where all the noises of the room is coming from, she was fighting with herself wether to just stay and listen or just walk by the room so maybe he'll notice that she's there or maybe just mind her own business, they're just friends right?

she can hear Logan's chuckle as she teases him over something.

she couldn't help but to feel this weird ache in her stomach, she couldn't explain the feeling but it was slowly going up her chest until it reaches her throat — her chest rises she closed her eyes trying to take deep breaths and thinking to just walk away.

she opens her eyes and exhales heavily, almost audible — she walked pass by the room purposely making her steps audible, she didn't even know why she did that.

she walked quickly back to her room and closed the door behind her, then leaning her back into the door with a heavy sigh — why did I do that?

why do I feel like this?

why,

why,

and why's.

that's all she could think of all night, they're just friends right?

the kiss

the way he holds her hand

no, she pushed herself to calm down — Logan can be friends with anyone, what she witnessed is just a friendly conversation so where's the reason to be paranoid?

and they aren't even together.

each night she wasted her time pondering what to do because they are slowly drifting away from each other — as time passes Logan and Jean's relationship are getting tighter, closer, it's like they're sewn together and she's just there.

letting things be,

letting everything go it's way like nothing happened between them.

"are you seriously going to stand there and just watch them?" rogue scoffs while holding a cup of coffee, scooting herself next to her friend who seems to be swimming in her own thoughts — her mind was blank while leaning into the balcony as the stars shines bright, she's well aware of the company that rogue and kitty offered her.

"didn't know you're a masochist now." kitty teased making rogue let out a low chuckle as she sips her coffee — no reaction from her, she just breaths heavily.

the atmosphere was quiet for a moment, only the sound of crickets was audible but she broke it after seconds — "I don't know, if he wanted me in the first place it wouldn't be like this."

"I mean like, the real thing."

rogue and kitty exchanged glances feeling bad for their friend, rogue looked at her for a moment then let's out a heavy sigh.

"you should talk to him, you know, to have a closure of what you two did isn't just games."

"I wish it was that easy." she says looking back at rogue, "I've made numerous attempts but when it's the actual thing and he's there, it's so hard to speak."

rogue and kitty couldn't find the perfect words to help her put her hopes up, they haven't been in her place — she's not asking for it either, she's doing okay and she appreciated the time her friends are putting on her to help her with this.

"if you wouldn't try, you wouldn't know right?" kitty spoke

she understood both of her friends suggestion to what to do, it's easy when you think about it but when you're actually there the aching feeling that slowly crawls up to her throat was getting her,

but she couldn't just sit there and wait because at some point he'll probably never try because he's focused on someone else.

cinnamon girl, is that what she is right now?

he's addicted on something and couldn't bring himself to care about her, anymore?

she wouldn't say that he completely shut her off his life, sometimes when they would run against each other, they would exchange glances but never would say a thing — sometimes during dinner the whole team would talk, then Logan would agree to her words — after missions Logan would check up the other people and she's one of them, but then she'll just smile and nod.

he's there, but not completely there.

she hated how casual it is for him to just walk pass by her, stand next to her like nothing happened, talk to jean as if she wasn't there.

this wasn't them numerous days ago, she's longing for it and it hurts so bad.

she just wanted to run away from it, but with him and jean being in the same roof as hers — it's so hard to find an excuse.

during dinner, she was so quiet as she was eating this whatever food it was — she couldn't even think straight, all of the people that surrounds her are laughing and she's just there drowning herself in a pool filled thoughts.

"right, (y/n)?" rogue chuckles nudging her arms which made her quickly looked around the people in the table, almost feeling like she just woke up in from daydream which made everyone around the table confused and exchange glances.

"yeah, yeah." she nodded awkwardly chuckling looking back at her food, kitty and rogue exchanging looks as if they already know the reason behind her behavior right now.

to fill the awkward atmosphere gambit created a joke making the whole table laugh again as if nothing happened, there she was so low in her food.

she glared around the people making sure their attention wasn't on hers because honestly it was that embarrassing, but then her eyes landed on Logan who quickly looked back.

no shit.

she glared back at her food and continue to finish it off so she could finally leave the table and rest.

on the other hand, Logan looked confused yet seem to already be puzzling the reasons why her behaviors like that right now.

later that night after the dinner, rogue and kitty said their goodnights to her and made their way to their rooms — while she was walking in the hall she was still lost of what's happening around her, she couldn't help but to think, think, and think.

out of nowhere she had this urge to stop walking, and yeah right.

Logan was in the hall too,making his way somewhere she doesn't know.

Logan also stopped his tracks and looked at her, both of their faces blank.

What do I do?

Should I?

she's fighting with herself inside, wether to approach him and talk about it or just once let it go.

her chest was rising heavily, it's visible and the tension right now is almost compacted as if there's no air.

"Logan."

"(y/n)."

both of their names slipped from each's lips on the same time — is he aware?

"can we talk? please." she exhales feeling the aching torns building up her throat once again, almost choking her — Logan nodded, she gave the somewhere private look and he shrugged agreeing with her.

You don't know how long I have wanted, to touch your lips and hold you tight. — You don't know how long I have waited, and I was going to tell you tonight.

they are in the balcony, with the cold wind feeding the almost dry atmosphere — she can't really explain what she felt but it's almost like she's trapped in a box and she's slowly exploding, it's an overwhelming feeling having him here.

she doesn't know how to start and he's just standing there waiting for her to say the words he needed to hear, she gulps and looked at him with her eyes reflecting the bright colors of the stars and moon.

"it's, about us." she finally spoke, her voice almost cracking through the words — she's fighting the urge not to cry right now, her chest just feels so heavy.

she can see in her eyes how Logan reacted when the word us slips from her lips, he knows that what she's talking about and if she's in the right state she would've plucked her mind to get under his to read whatever he's thinking right now.

he didn't respond, "Logan, what am I to you? Are you really going to shut me off like I was someone who you didn't know." she says with her fist tightening into a ball and her voice raising a little — frustration and pain.

"Logan, are you really going to act like this forever, like I wasn't here?" she says with a firm tone.

"are you really going to forget about what we had?"

"those kisses, sweet nothings, touch, and whatever the fuck it is!"

"(y/n)."

"don't fucking call me now, Logan, I am so fucking hurt." she says pointing at his chest out of frustration, she felt like exploding right now.

beads of tears was already slipping in her cheeks, her chest rising continuously.

he was dumbfounded, not being able to find the right words to defend himself — because it was true, it all happened and he couldn't just pretend that it didn't happened.

"tell me, those fucking things that we had is nothing to you!"

"that's not true."

"then why!" she sobs trying her best to keep her voice down, "Logan, why?"

"I don't know."

"what do you mean you don't know?" she sobs again feeling so frustrated, "Logan, I'm sure those things are easy to forget shit."

"if it's just fucking, flirting, comforting to you. Logan to me it's the real fucking thing, what do you call that again? Love?"

she never once wanted to admit that she's in love, she hated love, they both hated love and all this time they both believed that what they did is just nothing, something they can easily forget — sorry for breaking it to him, she fooled herself for thinking it's love.

"I never learned to care until I met you."

"I never learned to love until I met you." she says almost choking from her own spit as tears continuously pouring.

again, Logan couldn't bring himself to speak — it's not like he doesn't care to what's happening right now, he just didn't know this is what she felt all this time. He thought she felt the way he does, all of this are nonsense.

"I thought it was all nothing." he says back, "I thought you and I agreed that we're doing that no strings attached."

"but you said I love you, and I'm sorry clinged to that but I hoped." she quickly responded, "my mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may like me the way that I do was stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since." she says with her voice cracking mid sentence.

"I didn't mean to make you feel that way, but you know we both agreed right? that we don't have something."

"and that was my mistake, but you couldn't just say you love me like it was nothing."

she still remembers it perfect in her head, she can still hear how he said it during sex, while they're just together, kissing her forehead and mumbles I love you before mission — it was all nothing?

"I just wished you could've told me before you," she pauses wiping her tears, in fact she couldn't even bring herself to say her name.

"you could've told me that before meeting Jean, because I felt like I'm some kind of toy that you got sicked of playing."

it was nothing but quiet for a few seconds but Logan cutted the silence as he attempted to explain for himself.

"I was the first person Jean got closed with and during that time you were nowhere to be found, maybe you're there but so far."

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

she did, she did spaced away from him thinking he doesn't her anymore — it's her mistake for not talking this out ever since she felt jealous.

"but that's not a reason to completely shut me off, you could've ended whatever we are doing in a good way so I wouldn't hope anymore that you would still be knocking at my door, to talk to me." she added

they're are both standing at their own points.

she already felt tired at this moment and just wanted to cry her eyes out in her room and Logan was completely lost right now, conflicted between Her and Jean.

she already know that he wouldn't at least try to explain that he once loved her like she did, she's so dumb for even thinking about it.

"then I'm sorry, if that's what you wanted to hear."

why is he making it sound like she's demanding for an apology? she doesn't want to see him anymore, she's so miserable right now.

she sighs, she doesn't even know what to say now everything is messing up with her head, she already said what she have to say to him and it made her chest lighter now — but there's still an open wound in her heart right now.

"I love her, but I appreciated you."

and when she heard those words it felt like the world came crashing to her and continuously slaps her on the face, Logan then turned back, having himself looking back at her before walking way.

as much as she wanted to stop him, she thought it's for the best to let him be — it already happened, it's clear that he didn't want her from the start.

So this is it?

That's it?

Should I be happy that he appreciated me?

Logan could still here muffles and cries that night, he was in his bed trying to shake off the feeling — this weird feeling, he knew that he should be sorry but in the first place he thought both of them doesn't believe in love, he clinged into that.

He'd be lying if he didn't admit he didn't mean to say those words, those sweet nothings, and those love gestures — he was conflicted between the forming feelings for her and the fact that she once admitted that she doesn't believe in love.

so he stopped himself and found Jean, Jean wasn't so scared of showing her love and the slow burning start of their romance — if he knew that they're both in love from the start maybe he wouldn't be here in this bed right now remembering the words she have said.

he was a jerk and he knows that, but he it'll make things tougher if he admitted that he also felt something for her — it would be useless now that him and jean had this thing now, it'll hurt her more.

Last minute regret, he's going to carry this forever.

"I have to find my myself professor, I think this is just not for me." she mutters underneath her breath while looking at the man in front of her, Professor Charles Xavier.

she professor was dumbfounded for her sudden departure with the reason of she felt like what she's doing wasn't really for her — as much as professor x wanted to disagree because of her helpful abilities that put the team together, it's almost like him and her are alike, he couldn't bring himself to stop her.

there's this energy that tells him that she is in agony, a sense of lost, as if she was in grief — he didn't bother to read her mind, it feels too wrong especially when she look like this.

"if that what makes you happy, I am delighted to fully support your decision, I just wanted you to know that the door is open when you wanted to come back, (y/n)." the professor said with a grin on his face, which somehow sent her a sense of comfort.

"I am holding into that." she smiles, but she remembered something before going.

"please don't tell them, the only people who are aware are rogue and kitty, please?"

"as you wish."

and that she traveled where she can, wherever her feet brings her finding the peace that she wanted — she wanted to leave who she was, wanting her old self dead and forgotten.

as much as it hurts her, she wanted to space away not wanting to drown herself once again — maybe she really love him that much that she reached this point.

Logan was her first love, and she knows it's going to take a long time forgetting that face.

she changed everything about her from head to toes, cut and dyed her hair, attempted to find a new style which she successfully did and to forget everything in the past leaving them where they belong.

she found herself in Switzerland, wherein she built a flower shop and when she's not busy she'll be a part time teacher in preschool — with that being said, that's the same place she met her husband.

he always buys flowers in her shop for his mother who was sick, there he learned his interest towards her — Long story short, they got married and shared three children; James, Julien, and Peter.

and ever since she met her husband she forgot about Logan, not even thinking's where he is, how is he doing, if he is still actually alive — she never once think of him, even the school and her friends.

"Mommy! The school bus is here!" when she heard a familiar voice coming from down the attic she quickly stuffed the box and what it contains somewhere that wouldn't be found by any of the people inside this house except her, she wiped her tears and took a deep breath.

"I'm done, hold on." she says before grabbing a random photograph with Logan and tearing it apart quickly making her way down the attic, handing it to James as fast as possible.

"kids!" she calls out as she walk fast guiding the kids out of the house with the big yellow bus waiting outside.

:: additional note — LMK IF YOU WANTED THIS BUT LOGAN'S POV CUZ LIKE I FELT I DID LOGAN DIRTY WITH THIS ONE 🙏 THIS IS MY LONGEST FIC SO FAR 😭 I'M TIRED BYE.

ᯓ★ pixiesndberries 2024 ! i don't allow my work to be share in any platforms without my permission — REBLOGS, LIKES, AND FOLLOW ARE APPRECIATED !

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new fic: post 8x09-10 coda

my contribution to the "tommy shows up at eddie's place and finds buck there" collection. also on the ao3.

bucktommy / hopeful ending / 1k

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Buck thought about becoming a cyclist a few years ago. Like, as a personality trait. Like he thought he'd get really into biking on his off days, ride for miles and miles, maybe do some of those super long 50-mile races people allegedly did. Getting a newish start at Eddie's old place means taking his fancy bike out of storage and deciding whether it should come with him.

He starts riding and it's not exactly transformative, and he feels a little silly thinking it would be. But he keeps to it because, what, does he have anything else to do? Eddie's settling into his new house and working on his family (not just Chris, but all of his family) and everyone else in his life has their own families, and Buck has his bike. And running shoes. Maybe he should take up running instead. Or build a home gym, like Tommy has. Had. Has. He's not sure about the state of his home gym.

That also feels dumb, though, since Eddie told prospective tenants over and over again that there was a bustling suburban downtown area with a great gym that had reasonable membership prices, and honestly maybe at this point Buck should think about moving out of LA, too. At least when he lived in the Jeep and traveled all over, he met lots of new and different people who made time for him for a little while, and he'd be on the road before they could really lose interest in him and let him go.

"Are you crying?"

Buck's sitting on the front step of Eddie's house and rubbing at his eyes but, yeah, he might have been crying. Now he's definitely crying in front of Tommy, who's standing on the lawn with his hands on his hips. They stare at each other for a minute, like Tommy's waiting for an answer and as if Buck isn't obviously answering him.

"Feeling a little lonely, Tommy. How about you?" Buck leans on his knees and musters a smile. "What are you doing here anyway?"

Tommy takes another long moment to answer, but Buck's got nowhere else to be so he can wait him out. Wait, he lives here now; he literally has nowhere else to be.

"Eddie said his subletter wouldn't move in for a few more days but he thought he left the back door unlocked. Did he tell you the same thing?" Tommy raises his eyebrows. "Cute little scheme to get us to run into each other?"

Buck claps his hands. "I'm the subletter."

Tommy looks surprised, but tries to hide it. "And is the back door closed?"

"I'll find out." Buck, hollowed out, smiles again. "Need anything else?"

A beat. A long one, again. "I've been lonely, too."

"Really?" Buck asks. "With your karaoke trivia and—"

"I've been lonely, too," Tommy repeats.

Buck's less hollow now; a drop of pity for Tommy has hit the bottom of the bucket.

"Wanna sit with me? Be less lonely?" Buck clears his throat. "Eddie told you he was moving, right?"

"He did." Tommy comes closer. "Said he didn't need any help, though, so I didn't come by. Had all the help he needed. Did you guys have a going away thing?"

A wave of pity rolls into the bucket.

"It was really last minute," Buck says.

"Yep. I get it."

There's enough space, for sure, but Buck edges to one side of the step anyway. "There's space for you."

"That's okay." Tommy's lips are a fine line before they quirk into a smile. "I don't need the pity."

"Too bad," Buck replies. "I went and got too much for myself and there's leftovers with your name on them."

Tommy rolls his eyes, but he's smiling. He sighs loudly, playfully, then comes and sits next to Buck on the step. He asks, "You doing okay?"

"I mean, my pregnant sister got kidnapped and my best friend moved to another state and I moved out of my apartment that I've been in for five years and I still miss my ex-boyfriend but other than that. Yeah, just fine." Buck clears his throat and points to his bike. "Do I seem like a cyclist to you? Like could you see me really getting into biking?"

"I think if you want something, nothing will stop you," Tommy says. "If you want to date a guy and never have before, you're gonna date a guy. If you wanna learn everything about a dead cowboy and then give him a respectful funeral while you're covered in boils, you will. If you—Eddie gave me like five different lemon and walnut and cranberry-orange loaves before he left and he said you made them? You just like, started a baking side gig or something? Did you want to do that, too, or did it just happen to you?"

"Oh, that." Buck has been blushing as Tommy talked, ducking his head to hide it, shying away, but Tommy's leaned in like he has to make sure Buck doesn't miss a word. "I started baking after we broke up. It was a good distraction."

"Five—"

"You came at the tail end, honestly, you missed a whole bakery's worth over the holidays." Buck looks at him. "What have you been doing?"

"Me, well. I bought another car I could start restoring. I repainted my porch and the fence. Took up yoga because, I don't know, wasn't feeling that flexible anymore. Uh." Tommy motions to the bike. "Also thought about biking because who doesn't want to pedal away from their problems, right?"

Buck asks, "What's your schedule look like? Did you actually buy a bike? Want to go on a ride? I know a place that does rentals."

"Buck, I don't know."

He wants to howl and correct him (Evan) but he keeps his mouth shut.

"Just an offer," Buck says. "I'm gonna head in now. Do you want water or something before you head back?"

Tommy doesn't make a move until Buck does, standing up from the steps and brushing off the back of his jeans. "If you're free..."

Buck raises his eyebrows.

"I'm free," Tommy says. "There's a bottle shop like 10 minutes away, if—maybe we could have a drink here? I don't know if you've already christened your new house or anything."

Buck grins. "Have I had a beer here? Yeah, I have. But—but that sounds nice. I can order a pizza if you're hungry. I'm starving."

"Yeah, that sounds nice." Tommy takes a few steps back to the truck. "I'll be back. Promise."

That little promise makes him ache. "No IPAs, please."

"I remember." Tommy watches him for a moment from the driver's side, then climbs into the truck and starts it up. Buck steps inside and shuts the door. He knows Tommy will be back.

[bluelavendre]

"I'll always come back to u"

Idol Yoongi x reader

2012

You and Yoongi had been dating for a few years, ever since high school back in Daegu. Your relationship had turned long-distance when he left for Seoul to pursue his passion for music production. You always supported his dreams, cheering him on whenever he felt like the world was against him.

One evening, during a late-night phone call, you could hear the frustration weighing down his voice.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” Yoongi admitted, sounding defeated. “Is this path even meant for me?”

Your heart ached hearing him like that, but you knew how much music meant to him. Taking a deep breath, you replied gently, “Gi-ah, I know the path you’re choosing is hard, but if you really love what you’re doing, have a little faith. Sometimes it takes a long process to get where you want to be, but I promise you, it’ll be worth it in the future. I believe in you, Yoongi.”

On the other end of the line, Yoongi felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders. You were his comfort person—the one he wanted to come home to at the end of the day. No matter how tough things got, your words always made him feel better.

At that time, Yoongi was working as a producer at BigHit, a small company just starting to make its mark. He had been writing songs for various K-pop groups, but nothing ever seemed to match the success of artists from bigger companies. Doubt often crept into his mind, but your unwavering support kept him grounded.

One day, something unexpected happened. BigHit offered him a contract—not just as a producer, but as an idol trainee alongside six other guys: Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin, Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jungkook. At first, he was hesitant, unsure if this new path was meant for him. Then he remembered your words:

“Grab opportunities.”

With that thought in mind, he signed the contract, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead—because he knew you’d be right there supporting him, no matter what.

A few months after Yoongi signed the contract, you received some life-changing news of your own—you had been accepted into a college in Seoul. It was everything you had ever dreamed of, a step closer to becoming a professor one day. Your hands trembled with excitement as you dialed Yoongi’s number, unable to contain your joy.

The phone rang a few times before he picked up, sounding a bit breathless. “Hey, babe. What’s up?”

“You won’t believe it!” you squealed. “I got accepted into college in Seoul!”

There was a beat of silence, and then Yoongi let out a soft, breathy laugh. “Are you serious? That’s amazing! I knew you could do it.”

Tears pricked at your eyes from how proud he sounded. “Thank you, Yoongi. I can’t believe it’s really happening.”

He chuckled warmly. “You’re gonna be the smartest professor one day. I’m so proud of you.”

Your heart swelled with happiness. “I’m proud of you too. I heard you’ve been working nonstop. Make sure you take care of yourself, okay?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his tone softening. “I’ll make sure to rest. You’re gonna be in Seoul soon… I can’t wait to see you.”

Even after you moved to Seoul, the two of you continued to respect each other’s time and space. Both of you were working hard toward your dreams—Yoongi training tirelessly with his group and you diving into your college life. Yet, even in the same city, meeting up wasn’t always easy.

But Yoongi always found a way. One evening, after his long and exhausting practice, he showed up at your apartment, still in his training clothes, hair slightly messy and eyes tired but bright with affection.

You opened the door, surprised. “Yoongi?”

He gave you a lopsided grin. “Hey. Missed you.”

Before you could say anything, he pulled you into a tight hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You melted into his embrace, feeling his heartbeat pounding against yours.

“You should be resting,” you murmured, running your fingers through his hair.

“I’m resting now,” he whispered, holding you even tighter. “Being with you is the best rest I can get.”

You chuckled softly, guiding him inside and making him sit on the couch. “Wait here. I’ll get you something to drink.”

As you prepared tea in the small kitchen, he leaned against the counter, watching you with half-lidded eyes. “You know, I still can’t believe I get to see you in person now,” he said.

You smiled over your shoulder. “Neither can I. Feels surreal sometimes.”

He smirked. “It’s funny… I keep thinking about how I want to hold your hand every chance I get. And how I just want to hear your voice, even if it’s just you complaining about school.”

You laughed, setting the tea down on the table. “You’re so cheesy today.”

He shrugged, pulling you down to sit beside him. “You make me like this. Can’t help it.”

He took your hand, intertwining your fingers, and rested his head on your shoulder. A comfortable silence fell between you two as you sipped tea together, sharing quiet moments of peace.

Even after his debut with BTS, Yoongi made it a habit to visit you whenever he had free time—sometimes surprising you after practice, other times just showing up when he missed you too much. No matter how hectic his schedule got, he never stopped making time for you.

One night, after another successful concert, he knocked on your door, a tired smile on his face. You let him in, and he immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against yours.

“You did amazing today,” you whispered, brushing your thumb over his cheek.

Yoongi grinned. “You saw?”

You nodded. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

He kissed your forehead softly. “I’m glad you’re here. You always make me feel like I’m home.”

2016

Years passed, and life kept moving forward. BTS slowly but steadily climbed their way up the charts, gaining recognition and building a loyal fanbase. Their hard work and passion were finally paying off, and Yoongi couldn’t have been prouder of how far they’d come.

Meanwhile, you were thriving in your own journey. Four years of hard work, sleepless nights, and countless exams had earned you the prestigious title of Dean’s Lister every year. Your dedication to your studies never wavered, even when juggling part-time jobs to support yourself. Whenever you received your academic awards, Yoongi was always the first person you called, his proud voice making you feel like all your efforts were worth it.

“I knew you’d do it,” he would say with a wide smile through the phone. “You never fail to amaze me.”

“And I knew you’d make it big,” you’d reply, hearing the excitement in his voice every time BTS achieved a new milestone.

As BTS’s fame grew, so did Yoongi’s income. He never hesitated to spend a portion of it on you, despite your protests. From cute stuffed animals to expensive accessories, he’d often surprise you with gifts, each one reminding you of him when he was away.

One evening, a package arrived at your apartment, and you nearly choked when you saw the designer label on the box. Inside was a beautiful bracelet—simple yet elegant, with tiny musical note charms. You quickly dialed his number, knowing he’d just finished practice.

When he picked up, you couldn’t hold back. “Yoongi! Did you seriously buy me this? This must have cost a fortune!”

He chuckled softly. “You like it?”

“Of course I do, but you didn’t have to spend so much!”

“You work hard, and you deserve nice things,” he replied, his tone gentle but firm. “And it’s not like I can take you on proper dates right now. Let me spoil you a little, okay?”

Despite your hesitations, you couldn’t help but smile, twirling the bracelet around your wrist. “You’re too much sometimes.”

“I know,” he teased. “But you love me for it.”

Little did you know, Yoongi’s generosity hadn’t gone unnoticed. One day, his manager called him into the office, his expression serious. As Yoongi sat down, he could sense something was off.

“We need to talk about your relationship,” his manager said, his tone professional but firm.

Yoongi tensed, a slight frown appearing on his face. “What about it?”

The manager sighed. “We’ve noticed you’ve been spending quite a bit on your girlfriend. Fans are becoming more curious, and it’s starting to draw attention. The company thinks it might be best if you... end things with her.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. “What? Why?”

“BTS is just starting to gain momentum, and any hint of a relationship could ruin our image. You know how the industry works. We can’t afford a scandal right now.”

Yoongi felt his heart drop, anger and frustration welling up inside him. He knew the reality of the industry, but the thought of losing you—of being forced to break up with you—made his chest tighten painfully.

After a long silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and unwavering. “I’m not breaking up with her.”

The manager looked at him with a mixture of surprise and disapproval. “Yoongi—”

“I’ve worked too hard to give up on my dreams, and I’m not giving up on her either,” Yoongi interrupted, his tone firm. “She’s been with me since the beginning. She supported me when no one else did. I’m not letting go of the one person who believed in me when I didn’t even believe in myself.”

His manager sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just... be careful. Don’t let it become a distraction. And try to keep it low-key.”

Yoongi nodded, his jaw still tense. “I understand.”

That night, he called you, trying to sound as normal as possible, but you could sense something was wrong.

“Yoongi? Are you okay?” you asked softly.

There was a long pause before he replied, his voice steady but heavy with emotion. “Yeah... I just needed to hear your voice.”

You smiled gently. “You’re working too hard again, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” he murmured, a hint of a smile in his voice. “But it’s worth it.”

The pressure from the company never eased up. Even though Yoongi kept standing his ground, it became harder to ignore the tension building up around him. Managers constantly warned him to be more discreet, and some staff members avoided bringing up his personal life altogether. He knew they were just trying to protect the group’s image, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

But nothing could have prepared him for what happened next.

One morning, Yoongi woke up to his phone buzzing nonstop. Notifications flooded his screen—messages from his members, his manager, and dozens of missed calls. Confused, he rubbed his eyes and opened one of the messages from Namjoon.

Namjoon [6:23 AM]: Hyung, don’t look at Twitter. Stay off social media. Call me when you wake up.

His heart dropped, and despite Namjoon’s warning, he couldn’t resist checking. As soon as he opened the app, he saw his name trending along with phrases like “Yoongi’s Secret Girlfriend” and “BTS Scandal.” Clicking on the hashtag, his blood ran cold as he saw pictures of you—leaving your apartment, wearing the bracelet he bought you, even some blurry photos of him entering your place late at night. The media had found out.

Panic set in as he dialed your number, his hands trembling. You picked up almost immediately, your voice shaky.

“Yoongi?”

“Baby,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice steady. “Are you okay? Did anyone—”

You took a deep breath. “There are people outside my apartment. Reporters. And some... fans.”

Yoongi cursed under his breath. “Don’t go outside. Lock your doors and windows. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Yoongi, no,” you interrupted, your voice cracking. “You can’t come here. It’ll just make things worse.”

He bit his lip, fighting back the helplessness washing over him. “I don’t care. I’m not leaving you alone to deal with this.”

Just then, there was a loud bang on your door, followed by muffled shouts from outside. Your breath hitched. “They’re getting louder... I’m scared.”

Something in him snapped. “I’m coming. Just stay put, okay? I’ll handle it.”

Before he could hang up, you stopped him. “Yoongi, wait!”

He paused, his heart pounding. “What is it?”

You hesitated, choking on your words. “Maybe... maybe we should listen to them.”

“What are you talking about?” Yoongi asked, his voice strained.

Your eyes filled with tears as you forced the words out. “Maybe we should break up.”

Silence.

His heart dropped to the pit of his stomach, and he shook his head as if you could see him. “No. I’m not losing you because of this. We can figure it out—”

“Yoongi,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “Look at what’s happening. Your career... everything you’ve worked so hard for... it’s falling apart because of me.”

“That’s not true!” he snapped, frustration and fear mixing in his tone. “You’ve done nothing wrong. They’re just being irrational. I won’t let them take you away from me.”

A sob escaped your lips, and you wiped your tears, trying to be strong. “I don’t want to be the reason you lose everything. You’ve worked so hard to get here. I can’t be the one who ruins it.”

He was silent for a moment, breathing heavily as he tried to process your words. “I don’t care about any of that,” he finally whispered. “You’re more important to me.”

You smiled bitterly, your heart breaking. “But it’s not just about you and me anymore. It’s about BTS too... and I know you love them. I know how much you’ve sacrificed for this dream. I can’t let you throw it away because of me.”

Yoongi gritted his teeth, fighting back tears. “So what are you saying? You want me to just... let you go?”

You hesitated before whispering, “It’s for the best.”

He didn’t respond right away, his mind racing as he tried to find a way to convince you otherwise. But deep down, he knew you were right. The backlash wouldn’t stop, and the hate directed at you was something he couldn’t bear.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he finally spoke, his voice trembling. “Fine... but promise me something.”

“What is it?”

He swallowed hard, his heart aching as he forced himself to say the words. “Wait for me. No matter how long it takes, I’ll always come back to you. Just... wait for me.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “I will. I’ll wait for you, Yoongi.”

Neither of you spoke for a while, both lost in the pain of goodbye. Finally, he whispered one last thing before hanging up.

“I love you.”

And just like that, the call ended, leaving you alone with the ache in your chest and the shattered pieces of your heart.

A Few Weeks Later

Since the public found out about your relationship and Yoongi had to deny it, the two of you kept your distance, just as you both agreed. You changed your phone number and deactivated your social media accounts to avoid the relentless hate and messages from fans. It hurt, but you knew it was necessary.

Yoongi did his best to focus on work, throwing himself into producing and writing, but his heart wasn’t in it. The members noticed the change in him—how he seemed quieter and more distant, his eyes constantly tired and empty. One evening after practice, while sitting on the floor of the dance studio, Namjoon finally spoke up.

“Hyung, are you okay?” he asked gently, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Yoongi didn’t respond right away, staring blankly at the floor. The other members exchanged glances, worried.

Jin cleared his throat, trying to lighten the mood. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately. Are you eating properly?”

Yoongi forced a small smile. “Yeah. Just... tired.”

Hoseok scooted closer and gave him a gentle nudge. “Come on, hyung. You know you can talk to us.”

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi hesitated before finally admitting, “It’s harder than I thought.”

“What is?” Jungkook asked, tilting his head curiously.

Yoongi clenched his jaw, trying to keep his emotions in check. “Pretending like it doesn’t hurt. Denying the one person who’s been by my side since the beginning... it feels like I betrayed her.”

The room fell silent, and Jimin lowered his gaze, understanding the pain Yoongi was feeling. Taehyung reached out and patted Yoongi’s shoulder gently.

“I’m sure she knows you did it to protect her,” Taehyung said softly.

Yoongi let out a bitter chuckle. “I’m not even sure of that myself. I keep replaying her voice in my head... how she tried so hard to be strong while breaking up with me. I thought keeping our distance would make it easier, but it just hurts more.”

Namjoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Hyung... I know how much she means to you. But you made the choice to protect her from the hate. It’s not your fault.”

Yoongi shook his head, his hands trembling. “I feel like a coward. I promised her I’d always come back... but what if she stops waiting?”

Jungkook bit his lip, hesitant to speak but feeling compelled to comfort him. “If she loves you as much as you love her, she’ll wait, hyung. Love like that doesn’t just disappear.”

Jin nodded in agreement. “We know you’re hurting, and I’m sure she is too. But this will get easier with time. You just have to keep pushing forward.”

Hoseok forced a smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Plus, we’re here, too. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Yoongi looked around at his members—his brothers—grateful for their support. Even if the pain didn’t go away, knowing they were there made it a little easier to bear.

The days continued to pass, and Yoongi kept his promise to focus on BTS. He poured his heart into writing lyrics, his songs often reflecting the ache and longing he kept bottled up. Late at night, when everyone else was asleep, he’d sit by the window, phone in hand, staring at your contact name on his screen.

He wanted to call you—just to hear your voice or know if you were okay—but he held back, respecting the distance you both agreed on. Still, he couldn’t help but write texts he’d never send:

“Did you eat today?”

“I miss you.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to protect you.”

One evening, as BTS sat in the dorm living room watching a music show, one of the rookie groups performed a song that Yoongi had helped produce. The familiar melody made his chest tighten, and he couldn’t help but think of how proud you’d be if you heard it.

Jimin noticed Yoongi’s faraway look and nudged him. “Hyung, your song is doing well. You should be proud.”

Yoongi forced a nod, but his mind was elsewhere. “Yeah... it’s doing well.”

Namjoon glanced at him knowingly and spoke up. “You’re not planning to give up on her, right?”

Yoongi’s eyes flickered with determination. “No. I meant it when I said I’d come back to her. I just... need to get through this storm first.”

Taehyung grinned softly, his boxy smile comforting. “Then keep that promise. She’ll be waiting.”

Jungkook chimed in, trying to sound hopeful. “And when you’re both ready, it’ll be worth it, right?”

Yoongi gave a faint smile. “Yeah... it will be.”

As the night dragged on, Yoongi found himself back at his writing desk, scribbling down lyrics that spoke of longing, loss, and the unwavering hope of returning to the person he loved. His heart ached, but he knew that someday, when the chaos settled and his dreams became reality, he would come back to you—just like he promised.

And until that day came, he would keep working hard, knowing that somewhere out there, you were holding on to that promise too.

Four Years Later

Time flew by faster than you could have imagined. The pain of letting Yoongi go never truly disappeared, but you had learned to live with it. You threw yourself into your studies, determined to make something of yourself despite the heartbreak.

Graduating at the top of your class, you earned your degree with honors, and it was the proudest moment of your life. You remembered how Yoongi used to tell you how smart and hardworking you were, and a small smile crept onto your face as you accepted your diploma. You wished he could see you now—see how far you’d come.

After graduation, you didn’t stop there. You pursued your master's degree, specializing in educational leadership and curriculum development. You spent countless sleepless nights buried in research papers, lesson plans, and academic journals. Your passion for teaching burned brighter than ever, and the dream of becoming a professor stayed alive in your heart.

During your master's program, you took up a part-time teaching position at a local university in Seoul. It was nerve-wracking at first—standing in front of a class full of eager minds, trying to inspire them the way your own mentors once inspired you. But with each lesson, your confidence grew. Your students admired your dedication and passion, and seeing them learn gave you a sense of purpose.

One evening after class, your colleague Mina approached you.

"You did great today, Y/N. The students love your teaching style," she said with a warm smile.

You chuckled softly, rubbing your neck. "Thanks, Mina. I still get nervous sometimes."

"You’d never know," Mina replied. "By the way, have you thought about applying for that international teaching program? I heard they’re looking for innovative educators, and you’d be perfect for it."

You raised your eyebrows, intrigued. "International teaching? Where?"

"The United States. They’re offering positions for professors who specialize in modern teaching strategies and curriculum development. Plus, it’s an incredible opportunity for growth and exposure."

The idea stirred something in you—ambition, curiosity, and a desire to prove yourself on a global scale. Could you really do it? Could you leave Seoul and pursue your dreams halfway across the world?

That night, you stayed up researching the program. You read testimonials from previous applicants and saw how their careers flourished after being accepted. It was an intimidating thought—leaving behind the familiarity of your city and starting fresh in a new country—but something about it felt right.

Finally, with a deep breath, you submitted your application, pouring your heart into your cover letter and highlighting your dedication to education. You didn’t expect much—competition was fierce, and the thought of being chosen felt almost impossible.

But fate had a way of surprising you.

A few months later, you received an email from the international program. Your hands shook as you opened it, scanning the words with bated breath.

"Dear Ms. Y/N,

We are pleased to inform you that your application for the International Teaching Fellowship has been approved. Congratulations on being selected as one of our newest professors! Please review the attached documents for further details and next steps."

Your jaw dropped as you reread the message over and over. Tears filled your eyes as the reality set in—you did it. You had achieved your dream of becoming an international professor.

You immediately called Mina, who squealed with excitement on the other end. "I knew you could do it! This is huge, Y/N! You’re going to be amazing!"

Packing your life into a few suitcases wasn’t easy, but you knew this was your chance to grow. Before leaving, you visited your favorite spots in Seoul one last time—the cozy coffee shop where you used to study, the park where you’d stroll to clear your mind, and even the little restaurant where you and Yoongi would share meals on his rare free days.

Memories flooded your mind, but you pushed them away, focusing on the bright future ahead.

"Goodbye, Seoul," you whispered as you boarded the plane, determination sparking in your eyes.

The transition wasn’t easy. You struggled to adapt to the culture, the food, and even the accents. Some nights were lonely, and you found yourself scrolling through old photos and reading the letters you wrote to yourself for motivation.

But slowly, you adjusted. Your students were bright and curious, eager to learn from your experiences and methods. You found yourself immersed in academic conferences, workshops, and mentoring programs. Your innovative approach to curriculum development earned you respect among your colleagues, and soon enough, you were invited to give lectures at different universities.

One evening after a successful seminar, you sat in your office grading papers when your phone buzzed with a notification. Curious, you checked it and saw an article headline:

"BTS Makes History as the First Korean Group to Sell Out Multiple Stadium Tours Worldwide!"

Your heart clenched at the sight of Yoongi’s face on the thumbnail, his gaze as intense as ever. He looked different—more mature, confident, and a bit more worn out. Pride swelled in your chest despite the pang of sadness that followed.

"You did it," you whispered, running your fingers over his photo on the screen. "I knew you would."

You turned off your phone and leaned back in your chair, staring at the ceiling. The thought of him still lingered in your mind, but you reminded yourself that you both had dreams to chase. You had come this far, and there was no turning back now.

One night after class, as you were tidying up your materials, one of your students approached you.

"Professor Y/N, your lecture today was really inspiring," she said with a bright smile. "You always talk about chasing dreams no matter how hard it gets. Have you ever done that yourself?"

You hesitated, memories of your journey flashing through your mind. A soft smile graced your lips. "Yes. I have. And it was the hardest thing I’ve ever done... but it was worth it."

The student beamed. "I hope I can be as brave as you someday."

You nodded, your heart warm with pride. "You already are. Just keep pushing forward."

As you walked back to your empty apartment that night, you couldn’t help but wonder if Yoongi ever thought of you—if he remembered the promise he made. Maybe someday your paths would cross again. Until then, you’d keep building your future, one dream at a time.

A Year After Your Departure

Yoongi found himself stuck in a never-ending cycle of rehearsals, recordings, and interviews. BTS’s fame had skyrocketed beyond imagination, and he was grateful—truly grateful. Yet, despite the worldwide success and the overwhelming love from fans, he felt emptier than ever.

He tried his best to focus on producing songs and writing lyrics, but every melody seemed to remind him of you—your laughter, your encouragement, your unwavering support during his most vulnerable moments. The studio, once his safe haven, now felt suffocating, filled with memories of late-night phone calls and words of comfort you used to offer.

He couldn’t help but wonder where you were, how you were doing, and if you had moved on. He hated himself for letting you go, for denying what you two had, and for pretending that he didn’t care.

One evening after a long practice session, Yoongi sat on the studio couch, his head resting against the wall as he fiddled with his phone. Absentmindedly, he scrolled through social media, searching for any trace of you. He had tried countless times before, typing your name into search engines and browsing through mutual friends’ profiles, but he always came up empty-handed.

"Yoongi-hyung," Jungkook called out as he poked his head into the studio. "You okay? You’ve been in here for hours."

Yoongi let out a tired sigh. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just... trying to find someone."

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and stepped inside, curiosity evident on his face. "Someone? Who?"

Yoongi hesitated, not wanting to open old wounds, but he couldn’t deny the ache in his chest. "Y/N. I just... I don’t know where she went. She’s not in Seoul anymore."

Jungkook’s expression softened. "You really miss her, huh?"

Yoongi didn’t answer, just clenched his phone tighter.

Jungkook smiled gently. "If it’s meant to be, you’ll find her again. Just trust that."

Just then, the door burst open, and Jimin came rushing in, nearly tripping over his own feet. His phone was clutched tightly in his hand, and his face was flushed with excitement.

"Hyung!" he practically shouted. "You’re not going to believe this!"

Yoongi and Jungkook exchanged confused glances. "What’s with you?" Yoongi grumbled, though he couldn’t hide his curiosity.

Jimin shoved his phone in Yoongi’s face, pointing at the screen. "Look! Look at this post!"

Yoongi squinted at the screen and saw an Instagram post from Jimin’s younger brother, Park Jaehyun. The caption read:

"Huge thanks to Professor Y/N for guiding us through this tough semester! We learned so much from you. Your passion for teaching inspires us every day. #Grateful #BestProfessorEver"

Beneath the caption was a photo of you standing at the front of a classroom, wearing a crisp blouse and slacks, a bright, encouraging smile on your face. You looked more mature, more confident—like you had truly become the person you always wanted to be.

Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at the screen, his fingers trembling. "That’s... her," he whispered.

Jimin grinned. "Jaehyun texted me earlier about how he loves his new professor. When he showed me the post, I couldn’t believe it. Hyung, Y/N is teaching at a university in the States!"

Yoongi swallowed hard, his mind reeling. "She... went to America?"

Jimin nodded. "Apparently. Jaehyun said she’s one of the most sought-after professors there. She’s been hosting international seminars and lectures too."

Yoongi couldn’t help but feel a mix of pride and regret. You had made it—chasing your dreams just as you promised. While he had been drowning in guilt and loneliness, you had been thriving on the other side of the world.

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, his expression softening. "Hyung, maybe this is your chance. If you miss her that much, reach out. Let her know you’re proud of her."

Yoongi hesitated, his mind spinning with possibilities. Would you even want to hear from him after all these years? Would you still think of him the way he thought of you?

"What are you gonna do?" Jimin asked cautiously, sensing Yoongi’s turmoil.

Yoongi took a deep breath and lowered his gaze. "I don’t know. I want to see her. I need to talk to her. But... I don’t know if she’d even want that."

Jimin smiled softly, patting his shoulder. "One way to find out. You always said you’d come back to her, right? Maybe now’s the time."

Yoongi knew he was right. He had made a promise to you once—a promise to always come back. Maybe it was time to fulfill that promise.

Late that night, while the other members were asleep, Yoongi sat at his desk, staring at your picture on Jimin’s phone. His heart thumped in his chest, and he gathered his courage to send a message to Jaehyun, asking for your contact information. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he couldn’t let this chance slip away.

For the first time in years, he felt a spark of hope. Maybe—just maybe—he could find his way back to you.

Yoongi’s mind was spinning with thoughts of you. After finding out where you were, he couldn’t help but feel restless. The thought of finally seeing you after so many years brought a sense of excitement, but it also made his stomach churn with anxiety. Would you still want to see him? Would you even want to talk to him after all that happened?

That night, Yoongi lay on his bed, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. Sleep refused to come as memories of you filled his mind—your laughter, your encouraging words, the way you used to tell him to keep going no matter what. He missed you more than he could ever put into words.

The next morning, without telling the other members, he squeezed in some free time in his schedule and booked a flight to the States. He knew it was reckless, but he didn’t care. He needed to see you, to hear your voice, even if it was just from a distance.

He was on his way to the airport when Jimin appeared out of nowhere, pulling his suitcase behind him. Yoongi stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Yoongi asked, his tone harsher than intended.

Jimin grinned, completely unfazed. "You didn’t think you’d go alone, did you? I’m coming too. Besides, I want to see my brother. It’s been a while."

Yoongi opened his mouth to argue, but he knew it was pointless. Jimin could be annoyingly persistent when he wanted to be.

"Fine," Yoongi mumbled, pulling his cap down to hide his face. "Just... don’t make a fuss."

Jimin snorted. "Like I would. Besides, it’s not every day I get to see you all worked up over a girl. It’s cute."

Yoongi shot him a glare, but Jimin just laughed, following him through the check-in and boarding process.

The flight was long and filled with silence, save for the occasional hum of the airplane engine. Jimin sat next to Yoongi, occasionally glancing at his friend’s tense posture.

"You nervous?" Jimin asked softly.

Yoongi didn’t answer right away. He stared out the window, watching the clouds drift by.

"Yeah," he finally admitted. "I don’t know what I’ll do if... she doesn’t want to see me."

Jimin smiled gently, giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "You’ll be fine, hyung. She’s not the type to hold grudges. She loved you. I’m sure she still does."

Yoongi didn’t respond, but he hoped Jimin was right.

After landing in California, the two made their way to a small hotel near the university where Jaehyun had mentioned your upcoming seminar would be held. As they checked in, Yoongi couldn’t help but feel his hands trembling.

Jimin noticed and nudged him. "Hey, relax. It’s gonna be okay."

Yoongi just nodded, but the knot in his stomach wouldn’t go away.

Later that evening, Jimin video-called his brother, and Jaehyun picked up almost immediately, his face lighting up with surprise.

"Hyung? You’re here?!" Jaehyun exclaimed, clearly not expecting a call from his older brother.

"Yeah," Jimin replied with a grin. "I’m here with Yoongi-hyung. We just arrived."

Jaehyun’s eyes widened. "With... Yoongi-hyung? Wait, why—"

"Long story," Jimin cut in, giving his brother a look. "Where’s the seminar happening?"

Jaehyun thought for a moment before replying, "It’s at Stanford University tomorrow morning. Professor Y/N is giving a guest lecture in the humanities department. It’s a pretty big deal. She’s been doing seminars all over the States."

Yoongi’s heart skipped a beat at the mention of your name. You really had made it big, just as he always knew you would.

"Got it," Jimin said with a nod. "We’ll head there tomorrow. Don’t tell anyone, okay?"

Jaehyun grinned. "I won’t. Good luck, hyung. I’m rooting for you."

After hanging up, Yoongi leaned back against the wall, letting out a shaky breath.

"She really made it," he whispered, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Jimin patted his shoulder. "She did. And you’re here now, hyung. Go get her back."

That night, Yoongi barely slept. His mind kept replaying the moment he would see you again—how your eyes might widen in shock or how you might even turn away, hurt and betrayed. He didn’t know if he was ready for the worst, but he had to try.

The next morning, Yoongi and Jimin dressed inconspicuously and made their way to Stanford. The campus was bustling with students, and the two idols did their best to stay low-key, despite a few curious glances.

They eventually found the humanities building, where a large poster announced your seminar titled "The Power of Education: Cultivating Future Leaders." Yoongi’s lips curved into a small smile. It sounded just like you—passionate and driven.

As they approached the lecture hall, they noticed a long line of students waiting to get in. Yoongi’s heart pounded harder with each step, and Jimin gave him an encouraging nod.

"Let’s sneak in from the back," Jimin suggested, guiding Yoongi around to a side entrance.

They slipped into the hall, taking seats near the back where they wouldn’t be easily noticed. The room was filled to the brim with eager students, their excitement buzzing in the air.

When you finally walked onto the stage, Yoongi’s breath hitched. You looked so confident—composed and radiant, wearing a sleek blazer and professional attire. Your hair was styled neatly, and your expression was both serious and approachable. The way you greeted the students with a warm smile made Yoongi’s heart ache with longing.

"Good morning, everyone," you greeted. "Thank you for coming to today’s seminar. I’m honored to share my insights and experiences with you all."

Yoongi couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. He hadn’t seen you in years, but his feelings hadn’t changed one bit. If anything, they’d only grown stronger.

Jimin nudged him gently. "Hyung... she’s amazing."

Yoongi just nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. As you began your presentation, confidently discussing educational philosophies and the importance of nurturing young minds, he couldn’t help but admire how far you had come.

He could see it now—how you had blossomed into the person you had always wanted to be. And it hurt that he hadn’t been there to witness your journey.

When the seminar concluded and students approached you with questions, Yoongi hesitated, unsure whether to approach or wait. Jimin gave him a gentle push.

"Go," he urged. "Now’s your chance."

Taking a deep breath, Yoongi mustered the courage to stand up and make his way through the crowd. As he approached the stage, you finally noticed him, and your eyes widened in shock.

The room seemed to fall silent as you stared at him, your expression a mix of disbelief and something unspoken—maybe longing, maybe pain.

"Y/N," Yoongi whispered, his voice trembling. "I... I’m here."

Your lips parted, but no words came out, still frozen in surprise.

"I came back," Yoongi said softly, his gaze unwavering. "I told you I’d always come back to you."

Your breath hitched as your mind struggled to process what was happening. You blinked a few times, trying to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“Y-Yoongi?” you whispered, your voice trembling with disbelief.

Yoongi’s lips quirked up into a small, fond smile, his eyes never leaving yours. Seeing him standing there after all these years—looking just as handsome, just as familiar—made your heart pound in your chest. A whirlwind of emotions surged through you: happiness, confusion, shock, and a hint of fear that this might just be a cruel dream.

Yoongi’s hands itched to reach out and pull you into his arms, but he hesitated, not wanting to overwhelm you. Instead, he just looked at you with that soft, tender gaze that you remembered so well—the gaze that once made you feel like you were his whole world.

“It’s really you…” you managed to choke out, covering your mouth as tears brimmed in your eyes.

Before you could stop yourself, you rushed forward and threw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. Yoongi staggered slightly, caught off guard, but then his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you just as tightly. You buried your face into his shoulder, feeling the familiar warmth and scent you had missed for so long.

**“You came…” you whispered, your voice muffled against his hoodie.

He let out a shaky breath, his hand gently caressing the back of your head. “Of course, I did,” he murmured. “I couldn’t stay away any longer. I had to see you… I missed you so damn much.”

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, your hands still gripping his shoulders. “I thought… I thought I’d never see you again,” you whispered. “It’s been so long, Yoongi…”

He reached up and gently wiped away the tear that slipped down your cheek. “I know. I’m sorry for making you wait. I just… I had to come back. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You’ve been on my mind every day.”

Your lips trembled, a soft laugh escaping as you wiped at your own tears. “You idiot… You really think I stopped thinking about you?”

Yoongi’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I never stopped loving you. I promised I’d come back, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, smiling through your tears. “You did.”

Suddenly, you heard someone clearing their throat, and you both snapped your heads to the side. Jimin was standing there, his phone held up, recording the entire interaction with a mischievous grin on his face.

“Hyung, you’re so cheesy,” Jimin teased. “The guys are gonna love this.”

Yoongi shot him a glare. “Yah! Park Jimin, delete that!”

Jimin just giggled and skipped back a few steps. “No way! The guys need to see this. You were about to cry, hyung! I’ve never seen you this soft!”

You couldn’t help but laugh, covering your mouth as Yoongi tried to chase after Jimin, who was already texting the video to the group chat.

“Jimin-ah!” Yoongi hissed, but his annoyance was half-hearted. He glanced back at you, giving you a soft, embarrassed smile, his ears turning red.

Jimin, still grinning, gave a thumbs up. “Yoongi-hyung’s in love!” he sang teasingly. “I’m telling the whole world!”

Yoongi gave up chasing him and just groaned, running a hand through his hair. But when he turned back to you, his expression softened once again.

“Sorry about him,” he muttered. “You know how he is.”

You just smiled, wiping your cheeks. “He hasn’t changed a bit.”

Jimin leaned in and whispered, not so subtly, “Actually, neither of you have. You’re still so in love it’s ridiculous.”

Yoongi shot him a warning look, but the corners of his mouth lifted into a small smile despite himself. He reached out and took your hand, squeezing it gently.

“Can we… talk?” he asked softly. “There’s so much I want to say to you.”

You nodded, your heart racing but your smile never fading. “Yeah… I want that too.”

Jimin patted Yoongi’s shoulder before stepping back. “I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone. Just don’t forget to thank me later, hyung. Without me, you wouldn’t have found her.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes but gave him a grateful nod. “Thanks, Jimin-ah.”

As Jimin wandered off to give you two some space, Yoongi turned his attention back to you, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. He looked at you like he was seeing you for the first time all over again, and you couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat.

“I’m so proud of you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “You did it, Y/N. You made your dreams come true.”

You bit your lip to keep from crying again. “You too, Yoongi. You became everything you wanted to be. I’m proud of you too.”

He looked down for a moment, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. “I just wish I hadn’t lost you along the way.”

You reached out and cupped his face gently, making him look at you. “You didn’t lose me,” you said firmly. “You never did. I was always waiting for you.”

Yoongi’s lips quivered, and he leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he took a deep breath. “Then I’ll never let you go again,” he whispered, his voice full of determination. “Not this time.”

You smiled and leaned in, brushing your lips softly against his. The kiss was tender and filled with years of longing, both of you savoring the moment that you’d both been waiting for.

And just around the corner, Jimin snapped a few photos and sent them to the group chat with the caption:

"Mission accomplished. Lovebirds reunited. Yoongi-hyung actually cried!"

[winxanity-ii]

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃

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Sorry, not an update, but I'll try to keep this short...

I just wanted to take a second to speak directly and honestly with y'all after posting that last chapter (CHAPTER 42.5: WRATH WEARS MANY FACES). I've been seeing a few responses that, while valid in feeling, have also reminded me why I normally don't look at comments after publishing something heavy.

Let me be clear: I know this chapter was a lot. It was violent. It was cruel. It was painful. That was intentional.

This isn't fluff. This isn't comfort every chapter. This is a mythos-based story, rooted in ancient violence, power imbalance, and divine wrath.

I'm not here writing gore for fun or romanticizing harm—but I am writing a story where gods and mortals alike are capable of monstrous things, especially when they feel justified.

Chapter 42.5 was especially meant to remind you who Apollo, Hermes, and Telemachus really are—how close they sit to the divine cruelty of Olympus. I love them, yes. They're soft to MC, yes. But they are not soft to the world and those they deem unimportant/useless. That contrast is what makes their tenderness meaningful.

And I've hidden Hermes' darker side behind jokes long enough. Some of y'all forgot he's a god, and a trickster, and someone with centuries of blood under his belt. There's nothing squeaky clean about him.

If the chapter bothered you—I understand. It's not meant to sit easy. And for those of you who felt empathy for Melanion, or said this felt too much... I respect your reactions. Seriously. You're allowed to feel conflicted. That's what good storytelling should do.

But what isn't okay is the passive-aggressive commentary about my choices as a writer. I've been transparent from the beginning: this fic isn't some wholesome, "MC gets babied 24/7" kind of tale. It's a dark, myth-heavy journey with stakes and consequences. You don't get a kiss in Chapter 2 here. You had to wait because the world I'm building doesn't hand out softness that easily.

And I can't help but find it a bit hypocritical how some folks cheer for Andreia to die, but pity the man who murdered MC in cold blood. Y'all got mad at her for emotional cruelty, but want grace for someone who left them bleeding in an alley? We must not have grown up reading the same myths lol.

I'm not saying you can't critique or feel strongly. You're welcome to disagree. To feel things deeply. That's human. But don't twist the space/story I've created into something it was never meant to be. This isn't an Epic Musical fluff AU (hence the note of not needing to actually know about it). This is Olympus. This is blood-soaked marble. This is war, consequence, and love wrapped in power dynamics. I've made that plenty clear with me writing out the suitors carnage in chapter 6 instead of summarizing it.

And I say this with love but also honesty: if my content, tone, or direction rubs you the wrong way, it's okay to step away. Truly. I'll never beg anyone to read something outside their comfort zone.

Also—and this might be petty but I'm adding it here anyway—I'm even more annoyed because I had to spoil a big MC-related moment to my own sister. 😭

We promised to treat each other as authors, only editing each other's chapters once we’d both read them fully. That was the deal. But she noticed I was acting off and pushed me about it—kept asking what was wrong and finally told me to just rant before it ate me alive. So I did.

And man, I'm a damn blabbermouth because once I started venting, it all spilled out. Do you know how hard it was keeping a main plot twist from her? Only to have to reveal it because sister issues come first?? 😭💀

But yeah, back to being serious, this is my second serious fic, one where I'm trying to do something I can look back on and be like 'Xani, you ate that up fr.' And if that means I have to block people who threaten the joy or safety of my creative space?

Then so be it—rejection sensitivity or not.

That being said, I'm taking a real break from updating. I know I said I was taking a break after the last chapter, but the truth is, I was just trying to pace myself and stay ahead without losing momentum...but now I mean it—for real. I think I need an actual one to cool off and not spiral.

And yeah... maybe this rant feels a little intense or childish to some of y'all, but I needed to say it or I was just gonna end up doing something impulsive that I'd end up regretting later.

To those of you who do get it, who read carefully and trust the process—thank you. Deeply.

I'll see y'all soon 🖤

—Xani

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[arminsumi]

Can i request megumi comforting reader after a bad day? i need happy comfort fluff today and you words are magic

★ Stargazing with Megumi

★ Pairings : fem reader / Megumi

★ Synopsis : Megumi takes you stargazing. Who knew he was such a space nerd?

★ Content : fluff, comfort, cheesy/dorky flirting

★ Note : 🪄🔮 sprinkling cosmic happiness dust on u rn!! hope u feel better!!

Arms spread out, laid on your back in the cool grass as a humid summer breeze drifts by, looking up at the dusky purple sky as stars slowly start to appear one by one.

Megumi shifts around next to you, trying to get comfortable. He bends his knees, you glance at his legs and note how much longer his legs are than yours.

A soft sigh leaves his nose. He brings his hands together over his midriff and fidgets his fingers while stealing sideways glances of you.

One particular star in the sky has caught your attention. It shines like a jewel. You blink at it, ignoring all the other littler stars that are coming out.

"Megumi, which star is that?" you ask.

"That's Venus."

You stare at Venus. "Why is it so much brighter than the rest?" you wonder aloud.

Megumi looks over at you, his heart throbs, then he looks back to Venus.

"Because it has thick clouds that reflect lots of sunlight." he answers your curiosity, "Uh, and it's the closest to earth. You know, it's also the hottest planet in our solar system — because of its clouds."

He goes on a long, dorky ramble about planets and constellations. You smile and listen to him geek out about space.

⁕⁕⁕⁕

Just a few hours earlier, Megumi had found you lingering gloomily on the steps outside Jujutsu High.

He did a double take and furrowed his brows when he saw your weighted expression. Characteristically, he sunk his hands into his pockets and approached you coolly.

"What's that heavy face for?" he asked.

"Bad day." you shrugged.

"Oh..." he stiffened, "What happened? Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.

"No, nothing in particular happened." you replied, "It's just been one of those days, you know?"

He scrambled his brain for ideas that could make you feel better.

What would the others do?

What would Yuji do? He'd crack jokes until you smiled and then infect you with his contagious laughter. What would Nobara do? She'd take you out on the town for retail therapy — and hype you up in the fitting rooms until you felt like the hottest person in the world. What would Gojo do? Probably give you one of those bone-breaking hugs while saying something dumb like "Don't be sad, it's just life, kid."

But joking didn't come naturally to Megumi, and he didn't believe in retail therapy, and he was too shy and reserved to give you a bone-breaking hug, and he was too sensitive as a person to tell you to just get over it.

"Uh, do you want to stargaze with me?" he asked.

That was the only idea he could come up with. Laying in the grass and stargazing was something he did when life exhausted or disappointed him. The stars could call back his calmness.

⁕⁕⁕⁕

"... I feel bad for Mercury, it must be lonely without moons." Megumi finishes his long ramble about Mercury.

"I think I'm Mercury." you joke, laughing at yourself.

Megumi looks over at you, "Then I'll be your moon and keep you company."

Your cheeks warm up.

"Okay, then let's tell 'em to rename Mercury to Megumi and throw a me into its orbit, too."

Megumi fidgets with his fingers more as you and him flirt like dorks.

"... yeah, and then you can orbit around me." he nods.

"Sounds like a good time. I'd love to orbit around you."

His cheeks go red, but the lamps are too far away to illuminate his face and reveal his blush to you. So you just barely see his lips purse together into a smile.

"I'd also love to orbit around you. I could be like your moon admirer."

You burst out laughing at last, and then Megumi feels accomplished; he could actually fix your mood with some stargazing and dorky astral flirting.

For the rest of the night, he teaches you how to spot famous constellations and passionately talks about outer space. At some point, when he's saying something about Pluto, you zone out to his voice.

"... and you know, personally, if I were Pluto I'd be enraged. How dare they."

"You got a bone to pick with NASA, Megumi?" you chuckle.

"It wasn't NASA it was the IAU. And yes I have a bone to pick with them."

"So, why was Pluto downgraded to a dwarf planet?" you ask.

Megumi clicks his tongue, "Uhhh... something about it not absorbing surrounding debris or something? Like asteroids and stuff. But jeez, maybe the asteroids are Pluto's friends and he doesn't wanna absorb them, you know?"

You turn on your side and use your arm as a pillow. Megumi feels you looking at him, so he looks over at you.

"You're quite passionate."

"That's a nice way of calling me a space nerd."

"No, I mean it! I hardly ever see you talking so heatedly about anything. You're usually pretty calm."

Megumi smiles a little. "Bet it's funny to see me heated about big rocks floating in a vacuum, huh?"

"Yeah it's hilarious. Anyways... we should get back before we fall asleep here."

"Have you never slept under the stars? It's a great experience." Megumi says.

"I have not. But it's getting cold so... you better keep me warm."

Megumi tenses up as you snuggle him. The sudden closeness and feeling of your warmth and softness takes him aback and he goes completely silent.

You rest your head in the crook of his shoulder, sinking into him like a pillow.

"Hey Megumi?"

"Yes?"

"Isn't Venus the planet of love?"

"Yes...?"

"Nothing, nothing... just thinking."

His heart pounds.

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[creativewritersposts]

driving lessons - Lando Norris

summary; Lando Norris x f!reader.

Lando wants to teach you how to drive, but what if he's not as good as a professional teacher?

warning(s); maybe grammar errors, fluff, angst

author's note; loved this request!! had so much fun to write. ♡

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It's not like you're afraid to drive, it's more you never needed it. You lived in a city and could order a taxi or take the train. When you met Lando, he couldn't believe you didn't know how to drive. He annoyed you for months to learn this. So here we are, in your little fiat 500.

"Are you ready?", Lando steps inside the car door and groans like a grandpa. "You need a new car, it's a playmobil!", he talks out of his mind. You roll your eyes, he's driving fast cars and is formula one driver. Of course your little fiat is not his favorite, but you love it. It's small like you are.

"Yeah I'm ready", you begin to sweat. What if you mess it up? What if you crash into a tree? You would hurt your boyfriend!

He promised this morning; 'you don't need professional driving lessons because i can teach you'.

Lando touches under your seat and pushes the seat forward.

"You're a minion, make sure you can depress the accelerator pedal without getting back pain, baby", he explains, completely focused on his job to be the best teacher you ever had. You try to depress and it works. You nod, ready for the next step. "okay,car mirrors are ok for you?", he checks on it and leans more into your lap. "Yeah", you look inside all sides.

"Ok try to accelerate and change gear into the two", he crosses his arms, leaning on the window next to him, totally relaxed. You're a smart brain so he doesn't worry much. You learn fast. But when he looks in your direction, his opinion changes fast.

You're afraid, he can see it. Your leg is shaking, your breath stops for seconds until you do it - and you messed up to start the car. "Try again, baby", he giggles. Such a rookie mistake.

You try again, messing up again.

"Oh my gosh what are you doing?! Drepress with your foot and let's go", he gets impatient. "I try, Lando!", tears are forming in your eyes. You're not stupid but it could happen so many things. It's your first time in a car and don't know what to do.

"Do it!", he argues. You try and it worked. It actually worked.

You drive through the empty car park and grin like a winner when you drive to an actual road, "babe I'm better than you!", you laugh. Lando shakes his head, hiding the smile behind his hands, "sure, you're winning a race with 5kmh". "Can you overtake?", he annoys, seeing how you slowly crawl like a turtle behind a motorcycle. "No", you press your lips together, happy a bike drives before you. You can drive in peace and not too fast.

After some time he tells," now drive in reverse and park in", he shows you the space for lengthwise parking.

Oh no. It's not much place. "Lando I can't do it!", you sweat, fingers are clinging into the steering wheel.

"My whole house could park here! You can do it", he wants to support you. "to park lengthwise is easy plus your boyfriend is professional racer. Nothing can happen", he touches your tigh.

You tip on your car turn signals and drive reverse. "STOP!", Lando screams his lungs out and grabing after the wheel. Something crashed because it was loud. "Oh fuck!", he steps outside and touches his neck. "You crashed a car mirror!", his face turns red. "Oh no", was all you could tell in shock. You can't believe you are in trouble.

Tears are falling down, you're a loser. Lando is mad. Ready for some trouble with him you look in his face.

"It's the funniest thing i experienced as a driver", Lando laughs his ass off. He really does, happy tears in his eyes and his squeaky laugh. "Baby the whole car mirror is away!", he cries even more, hands between his nose.

"Stop laughing! It's not funny!", you are disappointed about yourself.

"I'm gonna call my manager and then I'll drive home, babe, everything will be alright", he smirks, walking on your side and opens the door. He knees down and hugs you. You can feel the vibration from his laughing. "I think you need professional driving lessons.", he kisses your lips under laughter.

"Damn my girlfriend is a savage".

[mypoisonedvine]

another idea for dr crane but i'm afraid it might be too similar to thoughtless so please just ignore if it is!!: from personal experience, being a patient of his who is seeing him bc of sexual trauma. fear of penetration due to previous sexual assault. and ofc he's all about exposure therapy. and you wanna trust him so so bad bc he wants what's best for you, he's encouraging you ("you deserve to embrace your sexuality, you get past this one barrier and you're free"), but you start to fight back. and he takes personal offense bc he's your doctor, why don't you trust his expertise? but then it starts to feel good~

idk i picture reader trying with a toy in front of him but he gets impatient sees she's struggling with going that extra step further so he takes control either with the toy or himself.

warnings: not actually that dark (I mean, it is cause he's her therapist lol but he's not nonconning her) but still manipulation, slightly medical kink?, praise kink

(oops this turned out pretty long how did that happen? lmao)

"Did you try what we discussed last week?" he asked, and you pressed your knees together as you looked down and shook your head. "Really? You seemed very positive about it before."

"I was," you admitted. "It seemed really easy-- just sort of training myself, you know. But then I got home and... I guess it was a little overwhelming."

"Hm," he said, and you started to feel guilty for disappointing him. "That's interesting-- it seems like you were more comfortable here than at home. I figured it would be the other way around."

"Yeah, that would make more sense, I guess," you shrugged, "but-- I dunno..."

"Do you want to try again?" he wondered.

"I do," you admitted, "but I'm nervous that I'll start panicking again..."

"Then why don't you try here?"

You tensed up at just the suggestion; "Wouldn't that be... I mean, isn't that...?"

"I'm a medical doctor," he reminded you with a chuckle, "I've seen much worse. This is simply part of your treatment. I want you to get better."

You took a deep breath, nodding. "Okay," you decided. "Okay, I can try it."

"Great," he smiled, uncrossing his legs and resetting his clipboard in his lap. "We agreed before that you'd be more comfortable with your fingers than silicone dilators, is that still--?"

"Yes," you interrupted, "definitely. Feels too... clinical, otherwise."

He nodded, and there was a brief silence.

"So, do I just... start?"

"I'd like you to try," he said gently.

You noticed that his gaze never broke away from you, but you looked down into your lap as you started to slowly spread your legs. "So I just.. reach under my dress?"

"That should be fine," he encouraged. "There's nothing to be afraid of-- this is a safe space."

You nodded in agreement, pulling up your dress enough to reach into your panties. Sighing, you tried not to let nerves get the better of you as you pushed your lips apart with your fingers. But still, the anxiety was bubbling up, and you pressed the tip of your finger to your hole only to feel resistance alongside your distress. "I-- I don't think I can--"

"It's alright," he soothed, "start with the outside first-- stimulate your clitoris."

You choked on a laugh, still too nervous to look at him. "You really are a medical doctor..."

"What, too formal?" he chuckled. "Alright... rub your clit."

That shocked you even more than the clinical language; but it made you pulse inside, too. "O-okay..."

You pressed your fingers against the bud, trying to rub it, but it didn't really feel like anything-- like rubbing your elbow or something. Jonathan corrected you right away: "Not so hard," he said, "start gently."

"Sorry," you breathed, shutting your eyes.

"No-- it's fine," he assured, "I just want to help."

He was right, though; when you lessened the pressure and gently rubbed in circles, it started to feel good-- slowly, but surely. When your next breath came out shaky, you heard him hum with satisfaction.

"Is that better?" he asked.

"Yes," you answered, but you didn't mean for it to be a moan.

"I think you're ready," he informed you-- and something about his voice, it was lower than before, it was different... it was making you wet.

"Ready... for what?" you whispered, daring to open your eyes and see the darkness in his expression as he watched you.

"Ready to fuck yourself with your fingers."

"Oh," you sighed, feeling like you'd been punched in the gut-- in the best possible way. "Okay..."

"Just one to start," he encouraged, "put a finger inside yourself, nice and slow."

You sighed as you pressed the finger up to your hole again, smiling as you realized it was more open-- and wet-- than before. You gently pressed in further, finding some pressure but pushing through it until you were knuckle deep in yourself. You smiled happily; "I did it," you breathed, "oh my god, I-- I never thought I'd--"

"Don't stop," he cooed, "move it back and forth. If you do well enough, you can add a second finger."

You figured he meant it that you would be able to add a second finger, but it almost sounded like a bargain, like a reward. Do what I say and I'll let you add a second, or something. Surely that wasn't what he meant.

"A little faster," he encouraged as you pumped the finger. "That's it, very good."

You whimpered, biting down on your lip to hide your moan. You wanted him to say that again, to tell you that you were doing this correctly.

"Add the second now," he instructed, his own voice suddenly sounding a little hoarse and needy. "Stretch yourself out-- and tell me how it feels."

"It feels good," you panted as you started to add your second finger, whining at the stretch. "Fuck, I-- will they both fit?"

He chuckled a little-- a low, rough sound-- and promised you: "Yes, they'll fit. You can take a lot more than two fingers, with some patience."

You hadn't even imagined being able to do more than this-- for years, you hadn't been able to put anything inside you, and now here you were... fingering yourself in front of your therapist. "How much more?" you wondered, hardly imagining how it could be possible.

There was a long, long pause; you worried he hadn't heard you. Looking at him again, you found him watching with a tight jaw.

"How much more can I take, Dr. Crane?" you asked again.

"You can take anything I give you," he answered tensely.

A shiver ran up your spine; "F-fuck," you whimpered, and your walls pulsed around your fingers.

"You're going to come, aren't you?" he noticed, and you nodded. "Good."

You gasped.

"Very good," he egged you on, seeing the effect it had on you; your head tilted back as you pushed your fingers into yourself faster. "You're doing very well for me-- now I just need to see you come. I just need you to make yourself come."

"Yes, yes," you chanted, hips rocking, moans growing louder. "It feels good-- fuck, Doctor, I--"

"I know," he soothed, "just let it happen. Keep going. Come for me."

It hit you all at once, a heavy and numbing feeling that left you shaking on his couch; he purred out his praises, telling you how good you were doing, and it only made the feeling stronger.

When you exhausted yourself, you stilled; there was a moment of silence, just your panting filling the air, until you found the strength to meet his gaze again. He was smiling at you sweetly, looking oddly similar to how he always did at the end of a session. "That was incredible progress," he said proudly. "You should be very impressed with yourself."

You sighed as you nervously pulled your fingers out of yourself. "I-- do you have a tissue I can wipe these with?" you asked nervously.

"No need," he said, "you should taste it."

"Wh-what?" you choked out, your face even warmer than before.

"Just taste it-- I think you'll like it," he encouraged.

Though you hesitated for a second, you brought your wet fingers to your lips and gently licked off some of the sticky substance left behind.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"It's sort of strange," you admitted.

"It's an acquired taste," he shrugged, making your heart pound as you realized just from the look in his eyes that this was absolutely a taste he'd acquired... then again, there must have been a reason that he knew even better than you how to touch yourself and make you come.

Then, it was impossible not to imagine what he's like when he does this off the clock-- the way he touches and pleasures the women he takes to bed. You imagined him with his fingers inside lace panties, whispering in her ear about how good she was being for him; you imagined him pushing two inside and promising to give her more; you imagined him making her come, over and over, until he's satisfied and brings those soaked fingers to his lips and calling her delicious.

And even though you tried not to picture who that woman would be, you couldn't help but wonder if he'd like a woman like you... if you were the type he'd do that to, if you weren't his patient.

"Thank you," you blurted out. "I never thought I'd be able to... thank you. It's been a long time since I was able to feel that."

He nodded. "Thank you for trusting me," he replied. Glancing at the clock, he sighed a little through a polite smile: "Oh, look at that, we're out of time for today. This has been a really excellent session."

"Yeah," you agreed as you both stood up, "definitely."

"And next week, we can discuss the next steps in your recovery."

You raised your eyebrows when you heard that, already almost halfway out of the office. "Next steps?" you noticed.

"Yes," he agreed, "you made great progress, but there's still so much more for you to learn."

[ssentimentals]

Hello hello! Could I request 48. Enemy caretaker with wonwoo? Please and thank you, and I hope you have a fantastic weekend!

hello hello anonie! i hope you're having fantastic weekned too, thank you very much for requesting <3

prompt: enemy caretaker

'you are so damn lucky,' you mutter, boiling water.

'i don't know, from up here it looks like you're about to murder me,' wonwoo notes. it would've sounded more sarcastic if it wasn't for a horrible cough that followed suit.

'with what? boiling water? yes, i'll scald you to death.' you clank loudly with the pots and turn them off at once. 'maybe i should. maybe it'd teach you a lesson.'

'yeah, don't pass up on the perfect opportunity of eliminating your enemy.'

wonwoo coughs like he's about to spit his lungs out. you grimace, turning to him and carrying two pots carefully to the bath. being snowed in with the company of an infamous jeon wonwoo - the very same gyu who makes every mission of yours a living hell - is not ideal. having the said guy almost freeze to death and now coughing like he's three seconds away from dying is also far from perfect.

'i'd rather not let you die,' you say, dunking all the water in the bathtub. 'who knows for how long we're snowed in, i don't want your body to start rotting and smelling.'

'very kind of you,' wonwoo huffs and turns away when another coughing fit starts. 'shit.'

'yeah, shit.' you agree, frowning. wonwoo does look bad - he can't stop shivering and his already pale face now looks almost white. you quickly check the water temperature with your hand - the bathtub was full of cold water but now it's more on a warmer side. 'okay, get in. it's not hot, but with hypothermia it's risky to immediately get into the hot water. this should help, i'll go boil some more water.'

it's an insane luck that electricity is still working. you fear it's not for long, so better make most of it now. wonwoo wobbles but gets to the edge of the bathtub without your help. with shaky fingers he takes off his coat and jeans, turning to raise an eyebrow at you. 'you're going stay here for a show?' he asks.

wonwoo is stupidly handsome. like the kind of handsome that should be on the covers of magazines, not hidden behind a computer screen. even with his blue-ish lips and almost white face, he still is handsome. it's incredibly annoying. you roll your eyes, motioning for him to go on. 'i'm checking that you can get in without slipping and falling.'

'i knew you're secretly a softie,' wonwoo says in a surprisingly soft tone. he takes off his socks and you avert your eyes as he takes off his underwear too. there's a sound of rustling then loud grunt and then: 'yeah, i'm in. all good.'

you turn, taking a look at his bony shoulders and long column of the neck peeking out from the bathtub. 'i'll be back with another pot.'

it should be weird to get snowed in with wonwoo. and it is weird, but not for the reasons you thought of. you feared that you two would snap at each other nonstop and maybe even go as far as try to attack one another. with wonwoo's hypothermia him attacking you doesn't seem very likely, but you also kind of didn't expect this.. casual banter. the way your senses of humor match. how it's easy to be around him in a confined space. maybe too easy, too comfortable. bringing back another pot with a boiled water, you enter the bathroom without knocking, stopping next to the sink. 'you're not dead there, right?'

wonwoo doesn't open his eyes, but smirks. 'you wish.'

'i don't, actually.' you bite, frowning. at this wonwoo opens his eyes, turning to look at you. 'i- i never wish for someone to be dead.'

and it's true. it's very ironic, considering what you do for a living, but you never ever wish for someone's death. you have no idea why you said that though and without knowing how to fill the silence, you simply step closer, bringing the pot to the edge of the bathtub, not looking at him.

'i know.' wonwoo says and it makes you pause. he clears his throat: 'i know. i don't know why i said that, it's just like- anyways, sorry. i know you don't wish for anything like that. i also don't.'

your mouth quirks up. 'it'd be quite rude to wish a death for someone who's currently taking care of you.'

wonwoo catches your eyes and chuckles. 'yeah, my caretaker deserves only praise and good health wishes.'

you both smile and stare at each other in silence. it shouldn't be this easy, you think. but it is. it shouldn't be this comfortable, but it is. you have no idea what it means and wonwoo looks like he's thinking the same, so to save you both trouble you go back to the door.

'i'll try to find more towels,' you inform him, gripping the door knob.

'thank you,' wonwoo breathes out and it's sincere. 'for everything.'

you turn. wonwoo is looking at you in the way you two shouldn't look at each other. 'don't die on me, jeon wonwoo. i don't want to deal with a rotting and smelling body.'

his smile is too soft for the joke you made. he looks at you like he sees right through you, like he knows what you're trying to do here. he nods. 'i won't.'

a/n: and then snow stopped and wonwoo didn't die and they somehow sorted out their issue. phew, thanks god i never write part 2 of these imagines :D hopefully you liked it, let me know! - nini

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lake house summer | cb98

pairing: connor bedard x hughes!reader

summary: After dating Connor for about 8 months, you insist on him coming to the lake house with you for the Summer.

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y/nhughes Starting summer off right with my boys, and bestie. Just missing my boy @connorbedard <3

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jackhughes summa 😎😎

lukehughes put some clothes on 🤮🤮

y/nhughes someone drank their hateraid this morning 🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️

yourbestfriend I love you so much <3 can't wait to meet Connor!

y/nhughes I love you too! and your gonna love him he's amazing!

lukehughes hold up your little 'boyfriend' is coming to the lake house?

jackhughes what. he. said.

y/nhughes yeah? Quinny said it was okay...

quinnhughes that I did.

lukehughes 😮😮

connorbedard You are absolutely stunning baby, I love you! Can't wait to see you in a few days 🩷🩷

y/hughes Aww baby, I love you too, can't wait for you to get here!

-

As you all sat in the living room watching movies and playing games you heard a knock at the door. you practically jumped from couch as you ran to the door.

You opened the door smiling at your boyfriend as he dropped his bag pulling you into his arms.

He placed a kiss to your head before you pulled back, leaning up to kiss him, "God, I missed you!"

"I missed you too," He smiled, you stepped back. He grabbed his bag.

"You can put your bag in my room," You said as you took his hand leading him up the stairs to your room.

He placed his bag by the window smiling.

"Were gonna grill tonight, and maybe go out on the boat," You smiled walking over to hug your boyfriend once again, you just needed him near.

"alright, I'll throw on some swim trunks," He smiled," Meet you downstairs?"

"One kiss first? please?" You said looking up at him with pleading eyes.

"Well, how can I say no to that pretty face," He smiled leaning down kissing you.

You smiled into the kiss, "Meet you downstairs."

You turned on your heel heading to the door, shutting it behind you. Your brothers now, joined everyone on the couch, grocery bags littering the counter space.

"You guys get everything we need?" You asked looking in the bags.

"Yep," Luke added as he watched the movie on the screen.

"Even got you those bagels you asked for," Jack added in walking over pulling them out of the bag. You smiled at your older brother, hugging him.

"This is why your my favorite," You said hugging him.

He laughed.

Connor walked down the stairs all eyes in the room going to him.

You smiled walking over to him taking his hand, "Guys this is Connor," You smiled even though they knew who he was you wanted to officially introduce him.

They all greeted him your brothers supplying some meaningless threats.

As the night progressed you all headed to the backyard. Trev and Jack starting a fire. Turcs and Quinn on the grill. You and your best friend chatting with Connor.

Quinn called everyone over the burgers were gone. You all spent the rest of the night by the fire, eating, drinking, and telling stories. You sat in Connor's lap, wearing his hoodie as the temperature dropped.

Tonight was only the first of many that you had a blast with you friends, family, and boyfriend.

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y/nhughes Summer with my boy <3

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connorbedard So excited to spend the summer with you baby!

y/nhughes I love you!!

yourbestfriend He is so good for you !!

lukehughes 🤮

jackhughes 🤮🤮

quinnhughes 🤮🤮🤮

colecaufield where's the pic creds !!

y/nhughes up your ass !!

[shares-a-vest]

While my shoulder has been fucked up I've been watching a lot of football AND sports commentary shows, which I have found myself enjoying??? As always, I've kept the actual sports ball details vague seeing as I barely know American sports.

Eddie walks into the living room to find Steve on his feet and standing far too close to the television. He has the phone to his ear and his shoulders are tensing.

"I cannot believe this," he says to Robin, who Eddie knows is on the other end of the line and probably just as agitated.

She must say something Steve vehemently agrees with because he nods, all stern and vibrating in agreeance. But he soon scoffs, holding the phone away as the Sportsman on the television says... Something about something baseball-related.

Steve swooshes his hand through the air in disapproval.

"Rob, are you hearing this asshole?"

The oven dings and Eddie decides to take his chances and step forward. He tip-toes quietly, making sure to keep his distance as he moves into his husband's field of vision and boy, is Steve mad about... Whatever tonight's Sports Problem is.

It's a big enough to-do that it is being discussed on (Eddie knows this much) Sportscenter.

Steve's frown deepens and his mouth down-turns to a cute – albeit grumpy – pout that has only become more accentuated with age and wrinkles.

"Dinner," Eddie mouths, adding an innocent, wiggling hand wave.

Steve props a hand on his hip and nods at him before he turns his attention back to the television. He heaves in a breath and now Eddie frowns. Because yeah, sure, Hellfire still gets his heart a-fluttering every once in a while, but these days he and the boys carry out quieter, more laid-back campaigns that would make their former selves gasp in horror.

And, Sport Problems, or not, he doesn't like the idea of Steve getting so worked up that he's wheezing.

"Rob!" Steve scolds in disbelief down the line, "What? Ugh, fine... Fine!" he looks at Eddie, "My dinner is ready too... Alright! Call me back... Mhmm," he pinches his nose, "Yes, I'll do the three-way call thing with Sinclair instead... Fine! Okay, bye."

He ends the call with a forceful pressing of the Talk/End button and murmurs to himself, practically sneering as he shoots the panel of sports commentators a look.

"Okay-p," Eddie says, clasping his hands together as he decides to charge for the remote.

He points it at the TV and gleefully reduces the group riling up his husband's undead universe-induced asthma to black nothingness.

"Calm down, Stevie-bear," he says, discarding the remote on the couch so he can rub at his back, "No more Sportscenter for now."

"But, Eddie, can you believe –"

Steve cuts himself off as Eddie loops an arm around his middle and leads him to the four-seater dining table.

"I know your hip is too bad for you to play ball these days, sweetheart, but you gotta calm down," he bargains, relieved when Steve's breathing begins to even out, "Dinner time is our quiet time."

"Yes..." Steve glances around.

Eddie narrows his eyes the moment he realises his partner has located their iPad on the breakfast bar. He tilts his head, hoping to block Steve's view of it and they soon become engaged in a silent stand-off despite standing in the middle of their living space attached at the hip, arm in arm.

It only stops when Steve purses his lips, no doubt readying himself to bring out the big guns and say something with the deadliest of bitchy lilts.

"Nope," Eddie says, chopping his hand through the air, "You're not rewatching that... play you are so cranky about on the iPad. I'm sure you are right about it anyway."

Steve says nothing. Hell, he probably saw straight through that ever-so-slightly condescending attempt at deflection. But Eddie can't bring himself to be all that worried about his tone as some very real panic sets in at the sound of the pot on the stove bubbling up a little too much.

He detaches himself from his partner, thinking that ruining dinner and taking Steve away from the television will start up a World War III, the likes of which he hasn't seen since the time he brought a stray cat into the apartment, who promptly hid in the closet and pooped in Steve's new Nikes.

"I am right," Steve says, all perky and chipper now as he pulls out a chair, "Can you, uh... Do the, uh..."

He trails off, looking at the phone's keypad and gesturing to the buttons.

Eddie reaches forward and plucks the phone from Steve's hand.

"I'll set up the three-way call for you later," he says, reading his mind. He presses a kiss to his forehead and sets the phone down on the table, "Promise."

"Lucas will be ready to talk at – "

"Eight o'clock," Eddie nods, "Just in time for the replay, I know."

He pats Steve on the shoulder with reassurance. When his husband finally takes a seat, Eddie heads off to the kitchen just in time to salvage their dinner.

[ivegotyourbackbuddie]

The Wrong Buckley. Part One of Six. Ao3 Link.

For once in Buck's life, things are starting to feel normal again.

Bobby and Athena's new place is filled with all his favorite people for what they're calling a "Welcome Home" party - a mix of a housewarming party, a welcome back for the Diaz boys, and a celebration for all the 118 members who are out of their quarantine.

Buck thinks it might be the greatest party he's ever been to, even though he's the only 118 member who isn't technically being celebrated. But with Eddie and Chris filling his home–their home?–with laughter and their own style of chaos, Buck can’t help but feel like, for once in his life, his house is a home. Even with the perpetual crick in his neck from insisting he's okay to sleep on Eddie's couch, this might be the happiest he has ever been.

Maybe it's time for a new software update. Buck 4.0: The new and improved happy Buck who has his whole family back.

It has a nice ring to it.

He glances around the backyard, searching for Eddie so he can fill him in on the news, only for his eyes to land on the empty seat next to Karen.

Huh. Usually, he's better at keeping tabs on Eddie, but the new design of the place is throwing him off his game a bit. Plus, he can barely keep his eyes off where Chris is chatting with Mara, Denny, and Jee, still amazed by how much the boy has grown up since Buck last saw him.

Buck clears his throat and wipes at his right eye quickly, trying not to get emotional about how much everyone is growing up.

"You okay, kid?"

Buck glances up to find Bobby, spatula in hand, wearing his "Kiss the Chef" apron Buck had gotten him as a gag gift, looking down at him with an amused smile.

"Yeah," Buck replies, smiling back at him, "Just thinking about how fast the time goes by, you know?"

Bobby glances over at the younger kids before sparing a glance at where Harry and May are talking with Athena and Ravi. His gaze settles on Buck, eyes lost in thought before he comes back to the present moment, searching for something that's no longer there. "I know," Bobby says, nostalgia heavy in his tone.

It all feels a little too bittersweet for such a lighthearted evening, so Buck gestures to the apron and asks, “Why don't I help you with the grill?"

Bobby chuckles and points the spatula at him. "You can man the grill when you have a get-together at your own place."

And isn't that a thought? Everyone gathering at Bedford St. for an evening hosted by him and the Diazes.

"I'll have to ask Eddie about that. Speaking of Eddie, have you seen him?" Buck can't help but ask.

"I haven't. Maybe check inside the house."

Buck nods, ignoring how Bobby's amused smile graces his face again, and heads inside. As soon as he steps in, he hears Eddie's voice from the new living room. "Hey, I've been meaning to thank you for that picture."

Buck frowns, wondering who else is inside, but his question is quickly answered when he hears his sister's voice reply, "It's a good one, isn't it?"

As Buck rounds the corner, he sees Eddie, head ducked down shyly as his face flames red in a way Buck has never seen before. "Uh, yeah. It really was."

Maddie laughs and reaches out, hand settling on Eddie's arm and squeezing his bicep. Buck takes a full step into the room, glancing around to see who else is in on whatever picture they're talking about, only to find the rest of the space empty. "Well, maybe you should actually-"

"Hey, Buck!" Eddie nearly shouts as he spots him.

Maddie startles, hand shooting back as she steps away from Eddie with a nervous smile.

It's... weird. Suspicious, even, but Buck doesn't want to go down that path of destructive thinking. Instead, he asks, "Since when do you two talk?" Okay, and yeah, maybe it comes out as a bit accusatory when he just told himself he's not going there, but it's a valid question.

"Come on, Buck," Eddie says, trying to brush him off with a nervous chuckle, "Is it so weird to find me talking to my best friend's sister?"

Maddie's face scrunches up at Eddie's wording, and she shoots him a look that has Eddie immediately stuttering out, "A-And my friend's wife?"

"Not helping," Maddie whispers under her breath, but Buck, having grown up with ears always on alert for those whispers, catches it immediately.

Eddie crosses his arms defensively and opens his mouth to say something, only to be cut off by Maddie, who calmly explains, "We started talking more when he moved to Texas. At first, I was answering a question he had for Howie since our place was also a fixer-upper, but then we talked every so often about Jee-yun and Christopher. And after the um..." Maddie trails off, hand coming up to trail over the faint scar on her throat.

Eddie finishes the thought for her, "I shared a little bit about my own PTSD, and we found out we had a lot more in common than we thought." Maddie nods, eyes more tired and sad than they were before. "And we've always been family because of you and the 118, but... now we're also friends.”

Maddie's eyes soften as she looks at Eddie, fondness and gratitude overwhelmingly evident in her gaze.

Buck looks between the two of them, unsure entirely what to say and trying so hard to not make it about him for once. "Uh," he starts, ever so gracefully, "Well, I..." He takes a deep breath and tries one more time, plastering on a fake smile and everything. "I'm happy for you guys. I mean, you're the two most important people in my life besides Christopher and Jee-Yun, so of course I'm glad you guys are friends." He opens his arms and says, "Come here," tugging them into a group hug that he thinks may have oversold the idea that he's perfectly okay with their friendship they kept from him for some reason.

But Maddie and Eddie are both smiling when they all step away. Eddie even jokes, "You're not going to maim my ankle over this, are you?"

Buck cringes while Maddie and Eddie laugh loudly, and he suddenly understands why they may have kept this from him. "As long as you two aren't secretly talking about me behind my back, then we'll be okay."

Something about the comment seems to fluster them, but Maddie is quick to distract him by asking, "You mean, I can't tell Eddie the reason why magnets were banned in our house growing up?"

"No!" Buck is quick to yell, eyes darting to Eddie, who is already giving Maddie a mischievous you'll have to tell me later look. "I take it back, I don't like that you two are friends."

They both laugh again before heading back outside, Maddie giving Eddie a discreet look before she goes over to Chimney. Buck tries his hardest not to overanalyze it, but when he sees the way Eddie flushes bright red again, he knows he won't be able to let it go.

-:-:-:-:-:-

“Buck, did you hear me?” Eddie asks.

“Hmm?” Buck hums in response. He’s glad that Eddie had suggested he drive the three of them to Grant-Nash’s place because he’s unable to focus on anything other than his internal spiral.

When they hit a red light, Eddie glances at him. “I asked if your neck is okay.”

Buck’s hand drops from where he was absentmindedly rubbing at a knot in his neck. “It’s fine.”

“Buck–”

“All good. I swear.”

Chris chooses this moment to pry his eyes away from his phone. “I thought lying was something we’re all working on not doing.”

Buck’s jaw drops as he looks back at the teen who just shrugs at his betrayed look.

“He’s right, you know,” Eddie says, trying to hide his proud smile. “No lying here.”

Buck sighs and hesitantly confesses, “Okay, the couch has been a little uncomfortable to sleep on for an extended amount of time. But we can just get another couch!”

“We already have two in the living room, Buck.”

“Yeah? And do you want to be the one to tell Margaret Buckley that the couch she chose is terrible to sleep on, so we had to get rid of it?”

Eddie’s face scrunches up into an exaggerated frown, and Buck can see Chris shaking his head out of the corner of his eye. Looks like they’ll be couch shopping soon.

But as Buck pulls out his phone to search nearby furniture stores, Chris drops a bomb on them. “Why don’t you two just share Dad’s bed? It’s not like it’s small. Plus, we won’t have to waste time or money on a new couch. And maybe the walls will muffle Buck’s snoring.”

Buck and Eddie both share a look, wondering if Chris has had this little speech prepared for some time since they’ve gotten back. But Buck can practically see the moment that the words register for Eddie as they come to a harsh stop at another light.

Buck gives him a look.

“Sorry,” Eddie mumbles, the tips of his ears turning pink.

Buck shifts in his seat a bit uncomfortably, trying not to think about why the two of them are so thrown by the suggestion. It’s not like they didn’t share a bed during the beginning of their covid quarantine, but Buck also hadn’t realized he was bi at that point. “I can sell my couch and use the money for a new one.”

Eddie lets out a deep breath and shakes his head. “No, we can share the bed. It was a good suggestion. Thank you, Chris.”

Chris gives him a mhm, and Buck thinks he might hear him whisper, “Finally,” under his breath. They might need to have a conversation about the mumbling at a later time, but right now, Buck is dedicating his time to staring at Eddie while trying to figure out what he’s really thinking. He goes off his tone, which was tense, the words short, and the steering wheel he has in a white knuckled grip that can’t be good.

But now is not the time to pry about it with Chris in the car. Luckily, they’re not far from the house.

When they turn onto Bedford Street, Chris announces he’s going to play some video game with his friends in his room for the night, and Buck is grateful, for once, that it’ll give him and Eddie some time to properly talk. But when they get inside, Eddie is immediately typing away at his phone, asking Buck briefly if he wants a beer, which he declines.

“Hey, Eddie?”

He glances up.

“I don’t mind taking the couch if you feel uncomfortable. I get that you need your own space, and I don’t want to invade it.”

Eddie sets his phone down on the kitchen table and gives Buck his full attention. “You could never make me uncomfortable or invade my space, Buck. If you prefer to sleep on the couch, you can tell me.”

“No!” Buck says a little too quickly. “I mean, I would love to sleep in a proper bed. And your mattress is better than mine, right? That’s why we tossed it out.”

Eddie nods sharply, lips pursed. “Yeah, that’s why we tossed it.” There’s something in there that probably needs to be unpacked, but Eddie is quick to move on. “Let’s get you settled in.” He passes Buck with a pat on the shoulder, heading toward his room.

The whole thing feels a little weird because it’s not like Buck has never been in Eddie’s room before – hell, he was sleeping there for a few months. But now that it’s back to being Eddie’s - with a mix of Buck’s things for safekeeping - it feels… almost off-limits. Maybe because the only moment they’ve really spent quality time in there was to patch things up after Eddie turned his room into a warzone, which isn’t the greatest of memories shared between them. Now, they somewhat share the space in the mornings because of their combined closet and dresser, but it’s all in passing. Buck wakes Eddie up with coffee, Eddie drinks it in grumpy silence while Buck picks out his outfit for the day, and then Buck leaves to shower and get ready while Eddie wakes up.

They’ve gotten used to this routine recently, so Buck can’t help but linger in the doorway now that it’s nighttime.

“You should’ve said something sooner about your neck.”

Buck winces as he realizes he was unconsciously rubbing at it again. “It’s not that bad.”

Eddie gives him a look and waves him inside the room. “Come here.”

He finally crosses the threshold, walking over to Eddie who puts a firm hand on his shoulder and says, “Sit,” as he guides Buck to the edge of the bed. His hand lingers on his shoulder, then trails to the back of his neck, kneading at the muscle. The whole thing makes Buck a little dizzy.

“Damn, Buck. You have a knot the size of Texas back here.”

Buck frowns. “Please don’t mention Texas.”

Eddie chuckles as he shifts onto the bed behind Buck. His fingers expertly dig at the tense muscles, and Buck’s hands fist into the sheets. He hums as he feels the knot loosen, letting out a soft, “Fuck,” when Eddie digs his thumb harshly into it.

“Sorry,” Eddie whispers, voice low.

“Feels good,” Buck groans as Eddie works at it again.

There’s a buzzing noise to Buck’s left, and he glances down, seeing his phone lit up with a text from Maddie. He goes to grab it, only to have Eddie beat him to it, which is when he remembers his phone is in his pocket. It makes his stomach twist a bit.

“What are you guys talking about?” Buck tries to ask casually.

Eddie types away behind him, sending a message before putting the phone on the bed, face down. “Just about how it’s nice to be back is all.”

Buck doesn’t say anything as Eddie resumes the massage. Only grunting and trying to muffle any moans as he wonders if there’s a particular reason why he’s so good at this.

He wants to ask, opening his mouth to say, “Eddie,” only for his name to turn into a breathy moan as the knot fully releases. Eddie’s fingers falter on his neck, gripping hard for a moment before pulling back.

“Bathroom,” Eddie says suddenly, grabbing his phone and clambering off the bed.

Buck turns to watch him leave, getting distracted by the fact that his neck doesn’t protest as he starts to roll his head around experimentally. He wonders if this is something he can request from Eddie more often.

He stands up to get a glass of water from the kitchen, remembering something he read about hydrating after massages to clear the body of toxins released, opening Eddie’s door, and finding the bathroom door cracked open. He’s about to pass it when he hears Eddie mumbling to himself, “Get it together.” Buck cautiously peers into the small opening, catching a glimpse of Eddie staring at himself in the mirror, fingers gripping the edge of the porcelain sink as he shakes his head and says, “I can’t believe I’m in love with a Buckley.”

It's a miracle Buck doesn’t pass out on the spot.

He takes a stumbling step back into Eddie’s room, somehow managing to close the door quietly in his haze. Although it’s entirely possible that he just slammed it because he can’t hear anything over the whooshing in his ears.

He doesn’t know how he didn’t see it before.

Eddie is in love with Maddie.

-:-:-:-:-:-

Buck must have heard Eddie wrong.

Maybe he said something like “I can’t believe I live with a Buckley.”

But Buck knows Eddie. He’s always been able to figure out what he’s saying, whether it’s under his breath on a ride to a call or stuttered through a mouthful of Buck’s lasagna.

And when he came back into the room with a glass of water for Buck, he had put his phone on the nightstand face down again. The only other time he had done that around Buck was right before Kim blew up their lives.

This isn’t a Kim situation, though. Eddie isn’t self-destructive enough to do that so soon after getting Chris back.

…Right?

Plus, Buck knows Maddie. She would never do anything to risk the happiness of the family she’s built with Chimney. Even if that means never being with Eddie.

Buck’s not sure if he could be as strong as Maddie, considering it’s Eddie - he would set his entire world on fire for him.

My god. What if it runs in the Buckley genes?

“Buck,” Eddie whispers in the darkness.

Buck pretends to be asleep.

“I know you’re not asleep.”

He tries a little harder.

Eddie sighs. The bed shifts, and Buck can practically feel Eddie’s gaze on him. “Throw in some snores and you might be convincing.”

Finally, Buck cracks an eye open and squints at him in the darkness. As his eyes adjust to the dark, he catches the exasperated amusement in Eddie’s gaze. “I’m awake,” Buck begrudgingly whispers.

“I’m shocked,” Eddie jokes. Buck opens both eyes to glare at him.

A silence settles between them as they stare at each other. Buck eventually shifts onto his side, mirroring Eddie’s position. “Can’t sleep?”

Eddie shakes his head. “Not with you thinking so loud.”

Buck tries to shift the topic away from Eddie's inevitable question. “I read a study about telepathic abilities. They used an MRI to study the brain of a person who claimed to be telepathic versus someone who didn’t have the ability while they both tried to do a telepathic task.”

“And?”

“The telepathic person’s brain lit up on the right side, and the other person's brain lit up on the left side. I’ll have to show you the article sometime.”

Eddie hums. “I’d like that. Chris would probably think it was cool, too.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie reaches out to smooth the creases on the comforter between them. “So, why were you lighting up the right side of my brain so much?”

There's the question. “You think you have telepathic abilities?”

Eddie smiles the way he does whenever he thinks Buck says something outlandish. “I think I have the ability to tell whenever my best friend isn’t able to sleep because he’s thinking too hard.”

Buck looks down at the creases between them, taking his turn to smooth them out. Eddie’s hand reaches out and settles over his, stopping the anxious movement.

“Are you okay?” Eddie asks quietly.

Honestly, Buck doesn’t know. He was okay before his revelation – beyond okay, really. And now?

It’s not like he can say, I’m spiraling because I heard you say you’re in love with my sister. And the only person he rants to about Eddie stuff is Maddie which he clearly can’t do now. So, he settles on saying the closest thing to the truth that he can, “I’m happy everyone is back and things are going back to normal. It’s just…” he trails of with a sigh, moving to lay on his back which means regretfully pulling his hand out from under Eddie’s. “I’m scared I might lose someone or everyone, and I don’t know if I can handle anyone else leaving again.”

The bed shifts as Eddie turns to stare at the ceiling, clasping his hands together over his stomach. A few moments pass before Eddie whispers, “I’m sorry for leaving you.”

The words are an arrow straight through Buck’s heart. “Eddie, you… you didn’t leave me.”

“I did, Buck. And I know it was the right thing to do for Christopher, but–”

“There’s no ‘buts’ about it,” Buck easily cuts him off. “You’re right. It was the right thing to do for Christopher, and he will always come first. I would watch you leave a hundred times more if it means you were doing what’s right for him.”

“Buck…” Eddie’s voice sounds watery, but Buck ignores it.

“Plus, it’s not like you abandoned me. We Facetimed and texted more than I’ve done with anyone else in my life, including Abby after she first left for Europe.”

Abby’s name makes Eddie groan, his arms uncrossing with a sigh, causing his hand to brush against where Buck’s is lying between them. He doesn’t move it. “It doesn’t take much to be a better person than Abby was.”

Buck turns his head to look at Eddie. “If it wasn’t for Abby, I would still be Buck one-point-oh.”

Eddie looks back at him, his gaze traveling over him. “Not after you met me.”

He doesn’t know what exactly Eddie means by that, but it makes his heart skip a beat. “Yeah?” Buck asks, the darkness making him feel a little bolder as he presses the back of his hand against Eddie’s.

Eddie’s hand pushes back before shifting over Buck's slowly until their palms are pressing together. Buck holds his breath as Eddie’s fingers slowly intertwine with his. He squeezes his hand tightly as he answers, “Yeah.”

Everything from the day and night goes out the window as Buck’s mind zeroes in on the connecting point between him and Eddie. He thinks he might be dreaming.

“This okay?” Eddie says so quietly that Buck nearly doesn’t catch it.

He nods and squeezes his hand. “Yes.”

The silence between them is tense and drawn out. After a few minutes, he wonders if Eddie has fallen asleep until he breaks the silence. “No one else is going to leave, Buck. Especially not me.” He turns to look at him. "We're going to be okay."

A flash of Eddie at the sink comes back to Buck, filling him with a wave of fear. But maybe, just maybe, Buck heard him wrong. “We're going to be okay," Buck echoes.

“We are,” Eddie states with finality. After a moment, his thumb soothingly rubs over Buck’s a few times before stopping with a squeeze. “Goodnight, Buck.”

“Goodnight, Eddie.”

Neither of them let go.

Part Two

[mattsobvimyfav]

neighbors (matthew sturniolo)

pt 8

The SUV rumbled to a stop in the driveway, the hum of the engine fading as Matt cut the ignition. The air felt heavier in Los Angeles, like the weight of reality had returned to settle back on all of our shoulders.

Nick, Chris, and Matt jumped out first, each grabbing suitcases from the trunk. Charlie and I stepped out slowly, our legs stiff from the long drive. The laughter and lightness of the trip lingered faintly, but the tension of everything unresolved had crept back in with the familiar surroundings.

“Alright, ladies, welcome back to reality,” Nick joked, setting Charlie’s suitcase by the front door.

Charlie grinned, rolling her eyes. “Reality isn’t so bad.” She turned to Chris, wrapping her arms around his neck as he pulled her in for a lingering hug. His forehead rested against hers for a moment before he kissed her softly.

Nick came over next, grinning as he hugged both of us. “Don’t miss me too much, okay? Group dinner soon.”

“You live next door, if I miss you I'll just come over,” Charlie said, nudging him playfully.

When it was Matt’s turn, everything slowed down. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine before he finally stepped forward. Without a word, his arms wrapped around me, pulling me close in a hug that was almost crushing. His hands gripped the fabric of my shirt like he was afraid to let go, and my cheek pressed against his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart.

I closed my eyes, letting myself sink into the embrace for just a second longer than I probably should have. My hands rested lightly on his back, and I could feel the tension in his body, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the space between us.

“Take care of yourself,” he murmured softly, kissing my forehead.

“You too,” I replied, my voice muffled against his chest.

When he finally pulled back, his eyes lingered on mine for a moment before he turned away, walking toward the car with Nick and Chris. I stayed rooted in place, watching as they drove into their driveway the weight of his embrace still lingering like a phantom touch.

Charlie nudged me gently. “You okay?”

I nodded, though my throat felt tight. “Yeah. Let’s go inside.”

As we carried the last of our things in and closed the door behind us, I couldn’t help but feel like something had shifted, but whether it was for the better or worse, I wasn’t sure.

The soft hum of my laptop filled the empty living room as I sat cross-legged on the couch, editing the vlog from our trip. The familiar sound of laughter and waves crashing in the footage felt distant now, almost like a different lifetime.

It had been a week since we got back, and the house felt quieter than ever. Charlie had been spending her nights at the triplets’ place with Chris, leaving me to fend off the creeping loneliness.

The knock on the door was sharp and sudden, making me jump. I froze for a moment, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

“Y/N, it’s Leo. Open the fucking door!”

My breath hitched, my body instinctively stumbling back a step. My heart raced as I stared at the door, his muffled voice sending a chill down my spine.

Without thinking, I grabbed my phone from the couch, my hands shaking as I scrolled to Charlie’s contact. I hit the call button and pressed the phone to my ear, my gaze fixed on the door like it might burst open at any moment.

“Come on, Charlie, pick up,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own heartbeat.

The phone rang once, then twice. Just as I was about to hang up and try someone else, Matt’s voice came through.

“Hello?”

The sound of him made the lump in my throat swell. “Matt,” I choked, my voice cracking. “Leo’s here. He’s at my door, yelling. I—I don’t know what to do.”

There was a beat of silence, then the call disconnected without a word.

I stood there frozen, staring at the screen. Did he hang up? My heart pounded as I peeked out the window.

Not even two minutes later, I saw them—Matt and Chris walking down the sidewalk, their faces set in a grim determination. Relief and fear tangled in my chest as I backed away from the window.

The pounding on the door intensified, and Leo’s voice grew louder. “Y/N, don’t make me do this! Open the fucking door!”

Before I could even think, the door swung open, and there was Matt, shoving Leo back with a firm hand. Chris followed close behind, his posture tense as he positioned himself slightly to the side, ready to intervene if needed.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Matt growled, his voice low and threatening.

Leo took a step forward, his face twisted in anger. “This has nothing to do with you. I’m here to talk to Y/N.”

Matt’s laugh was humorless. “Yelling and banging on her door like a psycho? That’s how you ‘talk’ to her? You need to leave. Now.”

Leo’s gaze darted to me, standing frozen a few feet back. “She’s mine,” he spat, pointing in my direction. “She knows it, and you all need to stay the hell out of it.”

Tears stinging my eyes as I shook my head. “Leo, we’re done. You wanted a break—”

“A break isn’t a breakup!” Leo shouted, his voice shaking with rage.

Matt stepped forward, his jaw tightening as he blocked Leo’s line of sight to me. “She said it’s over. You don’t get to decide for her.”

Leo’s nostrils flared. “And what about you, huh? You think you can just swoop in and fix everything? You don’t even deserve to be in her life after what you did.”

Matt’s shoulders stiffened, his fists clenching at his sides. “Maybe I don’t. But I’d rather spend the rest of my life making up for my mistakes than treat her like some possession you can just control.”

The tension in the air snapped like a rubber band. Leo shoved Matt hard, and Matt stumbled back a step before retaliating with a hard shove of his own.

Chris stepped forward, his hands raised. “Alright, that’s enough—”

But it wasn’t. Leo swung first, his fist connecting with Matt’s jaw. The sound was sickening, and I gasped, my hands flying to my mouth.

Matt barely flinched. His eyes burned with fury as he swung back, his punch landing squarely against Leo’s cheek. The force sent Leo stumbling back into the porch railing, but he recovered quickly, lunging at Matt again.

The moment Leo lunged at Matt again, my instinct took over, and I stepped forward, desperate to stop it.

“Stop it!” I cried, placing myself between the two of them.

Before I could say more, Leo’s arm swung wide in his anger, and his fist connected squarely with my jaw. The impact sent me stumbling back, my vision flashing white as pain radiated through my jaw.

“Oh my God, Y/N!” Chris yelled, rushing toward me.

Leo’s face paled instantly, his hands flying up as if to apologize. “Y/N, I didn’t—”

He didn’t get the chance to finish. Matt’s face contorted into pure rage, his entire body trembling with fury. “You hit her?” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous.

Matt lunged, grabbing Leo by the collar and throwing him to the ground. Before anyone could react, Matt started swinging. His fist collided with Leo’s face over and over again, the sickening thuds echoing through the night.

“Matt! Stop!” I screamed, clutching my throbbing face.

Chris jumped into action, grabbing Matt by the shoulders and trying to pull him back, but Matt was relentless. His fists continued to rain down on Leo, who laid defenseless on the porch, groaning in pain.

“Matt, that’s enough! You’re gonna kill him!” Chris yelled, finally yanking him back with all his strength.

Matt stumbled to his feet, his chest heaving and his hands trembling, bloodied from the fight. He turned to me, his eyes wide with a mixture of rage and concern. “Are you okay? Where does it hurt, sweetheart?”

I nodded shakily, my hand pressing against my aching jaw. Tears blurred my vision as I stared at the scene before me: Leo lying bruised and bleeding out on the ground, Matt trembling with fury, and Chris trying to keep the situation from spiraling further out of control.

Leo groaned, rolling onto his side, and tried to sit up. “Y/N, I—”

“Don’t,” Matt spat, stepping forward again. Chris quickly put a hand on his chest, stopping him.

“You’ve done enough,” Chris said firmly to Leo. “Get out of here before I call the cops.”

Leo’s gaze darted to me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. He staggered to his feet, wiping blood from his mouth, and limped away without another word.

The moment he was gone, Matt turned back to me, his hands hovering near my face but not quite touching. “Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Chris ran over to his house, running inside to grab Charlie knowing that’s all Y/N wanted. Minutes later Charlie comes sprinting full force out of the front door and across the lawn to reach me, not even waiting for Chris as he runs after her.

Matt’s arms were steady as he scooped me up, cradling me against his chest, and I instinctively buried my face into his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin under the cool fabric. My heart was still racing, but his touch grounded me. He didn’t say anything, just carried me inside with a protective gentleness that made the tears begin to flow.

As he sat down on the couch, he adjusted me so that I was sitting on his lap, holding me close to him as if he would never let go. His hands rubbed up and down my arms, trying to calm me down. The sound of Charlie’s hurried footsteps were heard across the porch before she burst into the living room, eyes wide with concern.

“Oh my God, Y/N!” she gasped, rushing over to me. Without hesitation, she grabbed an ice pack from the fridge and sat beside me, gently pressing it to my swollen face. Her hand brushed the back of my head, and she pulled me closer to her, her voice shaky as she whispered, “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

I shook my head, my tears falling harder now, mixing with the ice cold on my face. “No, it’s not,” I sobbed, “It’s just… so embarrassing. I can’t believe this is happening.”

Matt’s hands tightened around me as he placed his head gently on my shoulder. “You don’t have to explain, Y/N. You don’t owe anyone anything,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “We’re here for you. I’m here for you.”

Charlie held me close, her fingers combing through my hair as I leaned against her. “It’s not embarrassing,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “You didn’t do anything wrong, okay?”

But I couldn’t stop the tears. The weight of the situation felt too much to bear, the embarrassment of it all crushing me. The fight with Leo, Matt’s bloody fists, my bruised face—it felt like it was all too much. “Why did this have to happen? Why couldn’t I just have one peaceful night?”

Matt kissed the top of my head, his voice full of regret. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You should’ve never had to go through that. None of it’s your fault. Please remember that.”

I clung to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, the comfort of having him close. “My face fucking hurts.” I sobbed louder

“It will,” Charlie giggled, squeezing me tighter. “You’re just emotional and thinking your life is over cause you just got socked in the jaw. I promise you’ll be okay when you come back to your senses.” 

I giggle into Matt's chest through my sobs.

The sound of Charlie and Chris’s footsteps faded as they made their way upstairs, leaving Matt and I alone in the living room. I wiped my tears, the sobs starting to die down, but I still felt the weight of everything pressing on me. Matt gently lifted me off his lap, cradling me in his arms as if I was weightless, and carried me toward my bedroom.

I didn’t say anything as he laid me down on the bed, the soft sheets feeling oddly comforting against my skin. He pulled the covers up around me, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of pain or distress.

“I’m gonna go clean up, okay?” he said quietly, voice rough, but it was clear he was doing his best to keep it together.

Before he could leave, I grabbed his wrist, my grip weak but firm. “Matt, please,” I whispered, my voice small, fragile. “Stay.”

He hesitated, looking at me for a moment, the blood on his shirt and hands a reminder of what just happened. He took in a deep breath, the exhaustion in his eyes almost unbearable. “Y/N, I’m a mess,” he said, his voice quiet and unsure. “I’m covered in blood…”

“I don’t care,” I replied, my voice just as quiet. “Please, stay.”

Matt’s gaze softened, and after a moment of contemplation, he nodded. “Alright,” he murmured, stepping back to the bathroom. “I’ll be right back. Just… let me shower first.”

I lay back against the pillow, closing my eyes for a moment as I tried to gather my thoughts, the emotions swirling inside me. My face still hurt, but the sting was nothing compared to the emotional toll everything had taken.

When Matt returned, he was in nothing but his boxers, his hair damp from the shower. He looked different now, calmer, the blood and anger from earlier replaced by something more vulnerable. He crawled into bed beside me, pulling the covers back gently before settling down, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me close. I rested my head against his chest, letting the rise and fall of his breath steady my own.

I had changed into an oversized shirt, the comfort of the fabric a small relief, and I snuggled closer into Matt’s warmth, feeling the tension slowly leave my body.

“I’m here,” Matt whispered, his fingers brushing through my hair as he kissed the top of my head. 

I closed my eyes, the warmth of his body beside mine, his steady heartbeat against my ear, lulling me into a sense of calm. I didn’t know what would happen tomorrow, or how everything would play out, but for now, I just needed him here.

In the quiet of the room, with Matt holding me close, I allowed myself to drift into a deep, much-needed sleep, knowing that I wasn’t alone anymore.

I woke up slowly the next morning, the soft hum of the morning light slipping through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. My body was warm, Matt’s arm still draped around me, and for a moment, I felt comforted by the weight of him beside me. Then, as I shifted slightly, I felt a sharp pang of pain in my jaw. I flinched, and the sharp sensation made my breath catch in my throat.

Matt immediately looked down at me, concern flooding his eyes as he noticed my discomfort. “Hey, what’s wrong? What do you need?” he asked softly, his voice filled with worry.

I winced but smiled up at him, despite the pain. “Just… stay with me today, okay?” I whispered, my voice low and fragile. “I don’t want to be alone.”

Matt nodded without hesitation, pulling me a little closer into his chest, his hand softly rubbing my back as if to soothe the unease within me. “Of course,” he murmured. “I’m not going anywhere.”

For the next few hours, we stayed wrapped in the warmth of the bed, doing nothing but lounging and talking in low tones. We flipped through the TV channels, finally landing on an old rom-com that neither of us really cared about but still laughed at together. I didn’t mind the lighthearted distractions; it kept my mind off everything that had happened. We even joked about how cheesy the movie was, poking fun at the overly dramatic dialogue, which lifted my spirits, even if only for a while.

Around noon, we ordered food—comfort food, naturally. Matt had a burger, fries, and a milkshake, while I opted for a simple grilled cheese and tomato soup. As the food arrived, we sat on the couch together, eating while we chatted about nothing in particular. The conversation meandered through random topics—everything from silly stories about the trip to the latest memes we’d seen on Instagram. I felt a small sense of normalcy return, the type of comfort that was hard to come by recently.

After lunch, Matt suggested we try editing the vlog we had filmed on the trip. We moved to the desk in my room, and I set up my laptop while Matt helped sort through the footage. As we watched through the clips, it was almost surreal to see ourselves laughing, joking, and having a good time, knowing everything that had happened since. Matt sat behind me, his hands brushing against mine as we navigated the editing software, his presence a steady anchor.

“You know,” Matt said casually, “this trip wasn’t all bad. There were good parts, too.”

I smiled, glancing at him over my shoulder. “Yeah, the good parts were definitely worth it. And we made some memories, even if things got… messy.”

He chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. “Messy is an understatement.”

Once we wrapped up the vlog, we moved to the living room, deciding it was time to relax with a movie marathon. We picked a series we both enjoyed—one of those mindless, action-packed movies that didn’t require much brainpower. I snuggled up next to him, and we spent the next couple of hours watching as the characters on screen got into wild situations, while we lazily munched on snacks.

By mid-afternoon, we were both a little bored, but content. I glanced over at Matt and suddenly had an idea. “Hey, we should make a TikTok together. Just for fun,” I suggested.

Matt raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. “What kind of TikTok?”

“Something simple,” I said, grinning. “Just us, having fun, showing people we’re okay.”

He agreed, and I moved closer to him putting on a song we both knew as we lip synced it. As soon as we finished, I put the caption - we uploaded the video, laughing at how cute we both looked in the process. It wasn’t perfect, but it felt good to share something lighthearted.

After the TikTok was posted, we sat back down, and I rested my head on his shoulder.

Later in the afternoon, the doorbell rang, and Matt went to answer it. Moments later, Nick, Chris, and Charlie came into the living room, their expressions a mix of concern and hesitation. Charlie immediately came over, sitting next to me on the couch, her eyes scanning my face as if to gauge how I was holding up.

"Hey," she said softly, her tone cautious. "How are you feeling?"

I sighed, already sensing where this was headed. "I’m fine," I said quickly, waving her off.

Nick and Chris exchanged glances before sitting down across from us. Nick leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "You sure, Y/N? You don’t look... you know... great."

I rolled my eyes, shifting uncomfortably under their pitying gazes. "Seriously, guys, I’m fine. You don’t have to—"

"You don’t have to pretend," Chris interrupted gently. "We get it. Yesterday was... a lot."

Matt came back into the room, standing behind the couch with his arms crossed. He looked at me, his jaw tight as if he wanted to jump in and defend me but held back.

Charlie reached for my hand, her voice soft and understanding. "We’re just worried about you, that’s all."

Something about their careful, almost coddling behavior made me snap. I stood up abruptly, pulling my hand away from Charlie and taking a step back. "Can you guys stop treating me like a baby?" My voice was sharper than I intended, but I didn’t care. "Yes, yesterday was awful, but I don’t need you walking on eggshells around me. I’m not going to break."

The room fell silent, everyone staring at me in surprise. I crossed my arms over my chest, determined to make my point clear. "Can we just drink or do something fun? Let’s forget yesterday happened, okay? I don’t want to sit here and dwell on it."

Nick was the first to break the tension, standing up with a slow clap. "Well, damn. There she is!" he said with a grin, his tone teasing. 

Chris smirked, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. If that’s what you want, we can do that."

Charlie hesitated for a moment, but then she smiled, standing up to hug me. "Okay, fine. But only if you promise to let us know if you’re not okay. Deal?"

"Deal," I said with a small smile, feeling a little lighter now that they’d backed off.

Matt disappeared into the kitchen and came back a moment later with a bottle of tequila and a mischievous grin. "Guess we’re doing this, then."

Charlie poured two shots, sliding one over to me with a sly grin. “Here’s to forgetting yesterday,” she said, raising her glass. I clinked mine against hers, the sharp sound echoing in the room before we both threw back the tequila. The burn was immediate, but the warmth that followed felt like freedom.

"Alright, our turn," Nick called out, grabbing the bottle. He poured shots for himself, Chris, and Matt. They raised their glasses in unison, Nick declaring, "To... whatever this night turns into!" before downing their shots together.

An hour in, the tequila bottle was half-empty, and I was at least seven shots deep, feeling a buzz that made everything a little brighter and a lot funnier. Charlie was giggling uncontrollably at one of Nick’s terrible jokes, and Chris was trying to teach Matt how to shuffle a deck of cards, which wasn’t going well.

I leaned back on the couch, letting the laughter wash over me before sitting up with a sudden idea. "Okay," I announced, clapping my hands together. "We’re all sufficiently drunk, so I think it’s time for food."

Nick groaned dramatically, as I argued with him to order me an uber to go to McDonalds. “Why can’t we just get it delivered like normal people? UberEats exists for a reason.”

I shook my head stubbornly, the tequila making me bold. “Nope. I want fresh fries, not ones that have been sitting in someone’s car for twenty minutes.”

Charlie clapped her hands in agreement, laughing. “She’s got a point, Nick. Nothing hits like fresh McDonald’s fries.”

Nick sighed, pulling out his phone. “Fine, I’ll order the Uber. But if I get a bad rating because of you, you owe me.”

“I’ll owe you fries!” I yelled at him.

Charlie jumped up from her seat, nearly tripping over the coffee table in her excitement. “I’m coming with you, Y/N!”

Before I could reply, Matt shot up from his spot on the couch, his drunk eyes narrowing. “Absolutely not.”

Charlie and I both turned to him in confusion. “What do you mean, ‘absolutely not?’” Charlie asked, crossing her arms.

Matt crossed the room, standing in front of us like a protective wall. “I don’t trust two drunk girls to go to McDonald’s in the middle of the night. I’m coming with you.”

Nick smirked, looking up from his phone. “Tough guy Matt activated.”

“Whatever,” I muttered, grabbing my purse. “As long as we get fries, I don’t care who comes.”

A few minutes later, the Uber arrived, and Matt made sure both Charlie and I were buckled. 

The Uber driver was a middle-aged man with a cocky grin plastered across his face. The moment we got into the car, he started with a casual comment. “So, what brings you guys out this late?” His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, locking on me with just a little too much interest.

I was too tipsy to care at first, so I laughed and answered, “The holy grail. Fries.”

He chuckled, a little too enthusiastically. “You’ve got good taste. A pretty girl like you deserves fresh fries, not cold ones.”

Matt stiffened beside me, his jaw tightening as he stared out the window, his hands clenched into fists on his lap. I could practically feel the tension radiating off of him, but he didn’t say a word.

The driver wasn’t done. “So, you’re from around here? If you ever need a ride again, maybe you can give me a call directly.”

Matt’s head snapped toward him, but he stayed silent, clearly trying to keep his cool. I knew he didn’t want Nick’s Uber rating to take a hit, but the frustration in his eyes was evident.

Feeling bold and a little spiteful, I decided to stir the pot. “Oh, actually—” I said sweetly, cutting myself off as I unbuckled and shifted in my seat climbing into Matt’s lap, straddling him. His hands instinctively gripped my hips, his eyes widening in surprise as I leaned in.

“Y/N, what are you doing?” Matt started, his voice low and intrigued.

“Showing him who I belong too” I pressed my lips to his, kissing him. He deepened the kiss by grabbing the back of my head to pull my face in closer, while his other hand tightened on my hip. The kiss was hot and intense, fueled by tequila and adrenaline.

I could feel the driver’s gaze darting nervously to the rearview mirror, but I didn’t care. If he wanted to flirt, he could deal with the consequences.

Matt finally pulled back slightly, his breath hot against my lips. “I'm going to have a boner now.” he whispered, though his voice held more amusement than anger.

“Good,” I whispered back, a smug smile on my face.

He groaned softly, shaking his head but unable to hide the small grin tugging at his lips. The rest of the ride was silent except for Charlie’s giggles beside us. By the time we got to McDonald’s, the driver seemed thoroughly flustered, and Matt looked like he was ready to strangle me—but not in a bad way.

The Uber pulled up to the house, and as the driver put the car in park, I turned to him with an exaggeratedly sweet smile, still feeling the tequila running through my veins. "Thank you, mister!" I chirped, leaning forward to kiss his cheek dramatically.

Matt's grip on the bags tightened, and before I could pull back, I felt a sharp smack on my butt. "Let’s go," he growled lowly, his hand lingering on my hip as he gently guided me toward the door. His touch sent a jolt through me, but I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing as we walked up the driveway.

When we stepped inside, the smell of tequila still clung to us, and Charlie was already grinning, ready to spill. “Oh my god, you guys are NOT gonna believe what just happened!” she squealed, making a beeline for Chris and Nick, who were sprawled on the couch.

“What now?” Nick asked, raising an eyebrow as he handed Chris another beer.

Charlie threw herself onto the couch dramatically. “So, we’re in the Uber, and the driver’s this totally creepy older dude, right? He keeps flirting with Y/N—like full-on, ‘call me directly for rides’ flirting. Matt’s sitting there, probably about two seconds from exploding, but he’s holding it in for Nick’s Uber rating. Like, he’s fuming, jaw clenching, hands in fists—the whole thing.”

Chris chuckled, leaning forward. “Oh no, what did she do?”

“She climbs onto Matt’s lap,” Charlie continued, her eyes wide for effect, “like, full straddle. And then she starts making out with him—like, right there in the Uber. I swear the driver looked like he was about to cry.”

Nick nearly choked on his drink. “No way.”

“Oh, it gets better,” Charlie added, holding up a finger. “When we get to the house, she kisses the guy on the cheek—like a little ‘thank you’—and Matt smacks her ass and says, ‘Let’s go.’ It was like something out of a movie.”

Chris doubled over laughing, while Nick shook his head, his mouth open in disbelief. “I cannot leave you two alone for one second. You’re both absolute menaces.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” I said, plopping onto the couch beside Matt, who rolled his eyes but pulled me into his side anyway. His arm draped protectively around my shoulders as the group erupted into more laughter, reliving the story like it was the most ridiculous thing they’d ever heard. 

The party kept going, the energy in the house reaching a chaotic peak. Chris and Charlie were in some kind of dramatic arm-wrestling competition, Nick was trying to convince everyone he could do a backflip off the couch, and I was doubled over laughing at… honestly, I wasn’t even sure what. Everything just felt hilarious.

Matt stood from the couch and stretched, his voice cutting through the noise. “Alright, it’s time for bed,” he said, looking directly at me with a pointed expression.

I grinned at him, feeling bold and bubbly from all the shots. “I’m going to bed with Matt!” I shouted, throwing my hands in the air for dramatic effect.

The room erupted into laughter, everyone yelling, “Goodnight, Y/N!” in unison like it was some inside joke we all shared.

Matt shook his head but grabbed my hand, leading me toward the stairs. I stumbled a little but let him guide me, giggling the whole way. Once we got to the bedroom, he pulled off his shirt and jeans being left in just boxers. I stood in the middle of the room, trying to yank my hoodie over my head without falling over. Eventually, I managed to kick off my shoes and flop onto the bed in just my oversized t-shirt.

Matt climbed into bed, leaning back against the headboard, looking like he was about to say something. But before he could, I crawled onto his lap, straddling his waist. My hands cupped his face, and I leaned down, pressing my lips to his in a messy, needy kiss.

His hands found my hips, steadying me as he kissed back harder “Y/N,” he murmured against my lips, his voice muffled but firm.

“Hmm?” I kissed him again, trailing my hands down his chest as I grinned against his mouth. “What is it?”

“Y/N,” he said again, pulling back slightly. His forehead pressed against mine, and I could feel his breath, warm and shaky. “We can’t… not like this.”

“Why not?” I pouted, tilting my head as I brushed my lips along his jaw. “I want you, Matt. Right now.”

He let out a deep sigh, his grip on my hips tightening slightly before he loosened it. “I don’t want to do this for the first time again while we’re drunk,” he said softly, his eyes locking with mine. “I want it to mean something. I want you to remember it—every part of it.”

I blinked at him, my drunken haze making his words sink in slower than usual. “That’s… sweet,” I mumbled, though I wasn’t fully ready to give up. I leaned in again, “Lets just… Kiss than” I smashed my lips back into his rougher than before.

“Just. Kiss. Than,” He said each word in between kissing,

I grinded my hips into his as I felt his erection grow under me, I moved my lips to his jaw, and finally to his neck where I sucked and bit it softly making sure to leave marks. I continued rolling my hips into him while he was a moaning mess.

“Fuck your making this really hard,” he said through a moan. 

“Good.” I said as my hands grabbed his neck connecting my lips back to his.

After a few more minutes of making out he lifted my hips off him and placed me on the bed next to him.

“Your done. My dick actually hurts” he said, laying down pulling me into him. I giggled as I snuggled into his chest.

“Goodnight sweetheart” He said as he kissed my forehead.

I closed my eyes, the weight of the night finally catching up to me, and fell asleep to the sound of his breathing, feeling more content than I cared to admit.

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Hi! Can you do a Bang-able drabble where he has a glitch in his programing (he's a computer after all), and he shuts off. She has to call the company to help fix him, but it takes a few days. She's miserable without him and when he's working again, she's all over him and he's loving all the attention from her. He could even say something like "wow I should shut off more often" because he just loves how much she missed him. Thank you!

Okay so this is a little different and a lot less excitable but I thought it was cute 🥰

I hope you like it!

(And sorry it took me so long 😅)

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"How long has it been?" Ava ask, sitting down on the couch and handing me a glass of wine, helping me drown my sorrows of being away from him. 

"A couple of days" I say and she hums, trying to hold back her clear need to make fun of me and when I glance up at her after my attention had been on my wine she breaks.

"A couple day's without robo-dick got you down this bad?" she snorts, not being able to sympathize with me any longer. 

"It's not just that alright. Although I won't lie in saying that's been on my mind, but I'm worried. What if they reprogram him on accident and we have to start all over? What if they break him and try to replace him with a new model? What if-" 

"Y/n, it's fine. I read up on what's going on and it looks like it's a normal defect that's happened with most of the models that were made around that time and from the looks of it, it seems like it's an easy fix" she interrupts, having looked it up beforehand to quell my worries.

"Yeah, you're probably right...but I've never been away from him this long. I mean he's barely been out of my sight since he got here" I say, making a valid point as to why I'm feeling like this. 

"You really miss him, don't you?" she sighs, realizing that the sex bot part of him, although very prevalent from how often I decide to stay home most weekends, has become a secondary thought for me. "I do" I say, not needing to point out the elephant in the room but still wanting to voice my feelings. 

"He's my best friend...besides you" I admit and she scoffs "Thanks". 

She rolls her eyes and gets up to grab the other half of the second bottle she had forgotten on the counter but before we can change or even continue the subject there's a knock on my door. 

She looks over at me but I shrug, deciding to let her answer it since it's almost ten pm and let's admit it, she's a lot more fearless than I am. 

Getting up on her tip toes she looks out of the peephole and when she's realized who it is she turns around, a smirk splayed across her face. "You're gonna wanna to answer it" she says and steps aside, waiting for me to do as she says and when I stand up and cautiously make my way to the door I look out the peephole as well and it's like I can't unlock the door fast enough. 

"Took you long enough" he smirks and braces for impact since I'm literally clinging onto him as soon as I open the door. "I missed you" I say, burring my face into his neck and breathing in that familiar scent I bought him. "Missed you too baby" he chuckles, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me in so there's no space between us. 

"And that's my cue to leave" Ava interrupts, her bag already on her shoulder and her shoes on her feet. "Wait you don't have to lea-" "I'm going before the tension gets too high between the two of you and I feel like even more of a third wheel than I already am" she interrupts, parting her way through the both of us and throwing a half ass wave our way. 

"Thanks Ava" Jungkook smirks, looking down at me and appreciating the unspoken agreement they have.

"Yeah yeah whatever lover boy, just don't leave her for that long again. Mopey y/n is a pain to deal with" she sighs. "Hey!" I call out in protest but she's already at the elevator when that simple word leaves my lips. "Bye" she waves again, a devious look in her eyes since she knows I'll be thanking her later. 

"Don't you ever leave me for that long again!" I scold him, as if he had a say in any of this. "I've literally been out cold since they took me back y/n, I had zero concept of time until I 'woke up'" he says with air quotes, slipping inside the apartment and closing the door. 

"Ew don't call me that" I say and walk further into the living room with him trailing behind me. "That's your name isn't it?" he says so matter o' factly that I whip around way too fast, scared that my fears might've become a reality.

"No no no no! Don't tell me they reprogramed you! Your memories are all gone aren't they? I knew I shouldn't have let them take you! The glitch wasn't that big of a deal! I thought you spacing out all the time was really cute. I jus-" 

"Baby" he says in a way that convinces me I was wrong, making me let out a breath. "I haven't forgotten about you and I sure as hell made sure I came back to you as soon as possible" he reassures me and that alone is enough. 

"Really?" I pout, having stopped the nervous pacing I had been doing since I started my short lived spiral. "Really really" he assures me, pulling me in by my waist, making me place my hands on his shoulders in turn, looking up at him and seeing that same expression he gives me when he's trying to convince me that everything'll be okay. 

"Come here" he says, taking one of his hands off my hip and placing it on my cheek, angling my face just right so he can kiss me. That same familiar feeling hitting my senses when he kisses me perfectly, matching with the pace he knows always makes me dizzy. 

"Believe me now?" he chuckles once I pulled back, looking up at him suspiciously. "Maybe" I say, narrowing my eyes, still not fully convinced but enough to know that my Jungkook is back. 

Not a new and improved one, my Jungkook.

"There were a few things they changed though, well more like added" he admits and I step back, leaving his embrace, skeptical and scared about what it might be. "What is it?" I whisper, and he chuckles before stalking towards me, telling me everything I need to know but with every step forward he takes, I take one back. 

"No no no I'm not in the mood for that right now" I say and he sighs, reeling in that predatory gaze. "Didn't you say you missed me though?" he huffs and I scoff, realizing how nosy he remains, another sign that he's still the same. 

"How long were you spying on us?" I cock a brow at him, crossing my arms over my chest and demanding an answer. "First thing I heard was Ava making fun of you for missing my robo-dick" he grins making me roll my eyes, sitting down on the couch, crossing my arms and feeling embarrassed that he heard all of that.

"It's cute to know that you missed me so much…and my robo-dick" he smiles and sits down next to me, pulling me under his arm even through my stiffened protest. "Whatever" I pout, not wanting him to know how hopeless I am without him, although I'm sure he could've guessed since I'm not good at hiding my emotions around him. 

"I missed you too" he chuckles and lays my head down on his lap instead, caressing my face and tracing all my features, almost as if he hadn't committed them to memory already...literally. "You sure you don't wanna..." he asks, the new features he had hinted at before clearly being something the company is wanting to get feedback on. 

"I just...I just wanna be with you" I confess, laying on my back with my head still in his lap, looking up at him and just enjoying the fact that he's back. "You're so adorable, you know that?" he coos, pinching my cheek just the slightest bit but I don't mind it. Not this time. 

I continue to study him, completely silent for a while watching him look down at me, looking just as fascinated in me as I am with him. Maybe it's just a feature for data collection but those are things I've come to ignore now. 

"Come here" I whisper and use one hand to slowly encourage him to lean down and kiss me, the angle awkward but it doesn't matter, with him all that matters is the here and now...

and that's enough for me.

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