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simpforfandom231 · 1 month

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Snuggles and whispers

i have to say, Lindsay lohan is starting to be my favorite redhead but don't worry, Reneé and Rachel are still very much my favorites too ;-)

pairing: Lindsay Lohan x femreader

this is a short one but i am seeing if you guys would like some Lohan fanfics. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

Y/n sat hunched over her laptop, the soft glow of the screen illuminating her face as she furiously typed away. The rhythmic click-clack of the keys filled the quiet living room. It was one of those nights where work seemed endless, but Y/n was determined to finish her tasks before calling it a night.

Lindsay emerged from the kitchen, a faint scent of freshly brewed coffee trailing behind her. She padded over to where Y/n was seated, her eyes softening as she observed her girlfriend engrossed in her work.

"Hey there," Lindsay murmured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against Y/n's shoulder. "Still burning the midnight oil?"

Y/n smiled, the fatigue evident in her eyes. "Yeah, just wrapping things up. Almost done though."

Lindsay settled down on the couch beside Y/n, nestling herself in between her girlfriend's legs. She draped an arm around Y/n's waist, nuzzling against her neck affectionately. Y/n couldn't help but lean into the warmth of Lindsay's embrace, finding solace in her presence.

As Y/n continued to work, Lindsay's eyelids grew heavy, the soft hum of Y/n's voice and the warmth of her body lulling her into a peaceful slumber. With her head resting against Y/n's chest, Lindsay's breaths became steady and deep.

Y/n stole a glance at her sleeping girlfriend, a fond smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She admired the delicate freckles sprinkled across Lindsay's face, tracing each one with her eyes as if committing them to memory. To Y/n, Lindsay's freckles were like constellations, mapping out a story of their own.

"You know," Y/n whispered, her voice barely above a breath. "I love your freckles. Each one tells a story."

Lindsay stirred slightly, a small grin playing on her lips as she pretended to be asleep.

Y/n chuckled softly, running her fingers through Lindsay's fiery locks. "And your hair... it's like spun gold, so soft and vibrant. I could get lost in it forever."

Lindsay let out a contented sigh, snuggling closer to Y/n's warmth.

"But what I love most," Y/n continued, her voice barely audible, "is when the sunlight hits your skin just right. You glow, Lindsay. You truly do."

A gentle breeze fluttered through the open window, casting playful shadows across the room. Y/n watched as the moonlight danced across Lindsay's features, illuminating her beauty in the most mesmerizing way.

"And your shoulders," Y/n whispered, trailing her fingertips along Lindsay's bare arms. "They're my favorite canvas, adorned with the most exquisite freckles. Each one a masterpiece in its own right."

Lindsay's lips twitched into a smile, her facade of sleepiness beginning to fade.

Y/n leaned in closer, pressing a tender kiss against Lindsay's temple. "I love you, Lindsay Lohan. With all my heart."

Lindsay's eyes fluttered open, a soft glow of adoration shining in their depths. "I love you too, Y/n. More than you'll ever know."

As Y/n continued to type away on her laptop, she felt Lindsay's warm breath on her shoulder, causing her to feign shock once again. "Lindsay, you're awake!"

Lindsay chuckled softly, her voice tinged with amusement. "I told you, I'm a master of deception, baby."

Y/n couldn't help but smile at Lindsay's playful demeanor. "You're incorrigible, Linds."

Lindsay grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Guilty as charged."

Their playful exchange was interrupted by the arrival of Maurice and Willow, who bounded over to the couch, their tails wagging eagerly.

Lindsay's face lit up with delight as she scooped up the two dachshunds, showering them with affectionate kisses. "Look at these little angels, Y/n. How can you say no to these faces?"

Y/n sighed, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "We've been through this, Lindsay. They can't disturb me while I'm working."

Lindsay's bottom lip jutted out in a playful pout. "But they just want to cuddle with their mommies."

Unable to resist Lindsay's puppy-dog eyes (which were remarkably similar to Maurice and Willow's), Y/n relented, giving in to their furry companions' demands.

As the dogs snuggled close, Y/n reached out to ruffle Lindsay's fiery red hair, her touch gentle and loving. "You and your puppy-dog eyes get me every time, Linds."

Lindsay grinned, her eyes sparkling with affection. "What can I say? It's a gift."

Their cozy moment was interrupted by a loud yawn from Maurice, who promptly nestled himself against Lindsay's side, his eyes drooping sleepily.

As Lindsay playfully closed Y/n's laptop, she flashed a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Come on, baby," she said softly, leaning in close to brush her lips against Y/n's cheek. "You've been working non-stop. We really need to get in bed and get some sleep."

Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at Lindsay's playful insistence, her heart swelling with affection for the redhead beside her. "Alright, alright," she relented, unable to resist the allure of Lindsay's soft smile. "But only because you asked so nicely."

With a triumphant grin, Lindsay wrapped her arms around Y/n's neck, pulling her close as Y/n scooped her up into her arms. Maurice and Willow, always eager to be by their mommies' sides, followed closely behind, their tiny paws tapping against the floor with each step.

As they entered the bedroom, Y/n gently laid Lindsay down on the bed, the soft mattress sinking beneath their weight. Maurice and Willow wasted no time in joining them, bounding onto the bed with excited yips and wagging tails.

Y/n chuckled softly as she watched the dogs make themselves comfortable, their furry bodies snuggling close to their owners. "Looks like they're ready for bedtime too."

Lindsay grinned up at Y/n, her eyes shining with affection. "They're just following our lead," she said softly, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind Y/n's ear. "We set the best examples, after all."

Before Y/n could respond, Lindsay suddenly pulled her close, her lips meeting Y/n's in a forceful yet tender kiss. Y/n pulled back, her eyes wide with surprise. "What was that for?" she asked, a giggle escaping her lips.

Lindsay simply smiled sweetly, her gaze soft and adoring. "Just because," she murmured, her voice filled with love. "Because I can't help but kiss the most amazing person in the world."

As Lindsay nestled herself into the blankets, she let out a contented sigh, her eyes drooping with exhaustion. Y/n couldn't help but smile at the sight of her girlfriend, her heart swelling with affection.

"Comfy, redhead?" Y/n teased, gently nudging Lindsay with her elbow.

Lindsay let out a sleepy giggle, her voice barely above a whisper. "Mmm, so comfy," she murmured, snuggling closer to Y/n's warmth.

Y/n's heart melted at Lindsay's adorable response. Leaning in, she placed a soft kiss on Lindsay's forehead. "You're too cute, you know that?"

Lindsay's response was a gentle, sleepy kiss on Y/n's cheek, her lips warm against her skin. "Just for you, baby," she whispered, her words barely audible.

Lindsay's eyes fluttered closed, her breathing growing steady as sleep began to claim her. But just before she drifted off completely, she stirred slightly, her voice soft and sleepy. "Y/n?"

Y/n's heart skipped a beat at the sound of Lindsay's voice. "Yes, love?"

Lindsay's words were barely a whisper, barely coherent in her sleepy state. "Can you... whisper again?"

Confused but intrigued, Y/n leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Lindsay's ear. "Why do you want me to whisper, Linds?"

Lindsay's response was a sleepy murmur, her words filled with affection. "Because... I love it when you tell me... what you love about me."

Y/n's heart swelled at Lindsay's request, the love she felt for her girlfriend overflowing. Gently, she began to whisper, her words a soft caress against Lindsay's skin.

"I love your fiery red hair," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's like waves of silk, cascading down your shoulders like a waterfall."

Lindsay let out a contented sigh, her breathing growing slow and steady. Encouraged by her response, Y/n continued, her words a gentle lullaby.

"And your eyes," she whispered, her voice filled with admiration. "They're like the ocean on a stormy day, deep and mysterious, yet filled with endless depths of love."

As Y/n spoke, Lindsay's breathing grew even, her body relaxing against Y/n's. And in that moment, surrounded by warmth and love, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for the incredible woman lying beside her, her heart overflowing with love and tenderness.

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ggukkiereads · 1 year

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Heyyyy hope you’re well❤️

I was trying to find this Christmas Jungkook fic where I think oc is a lawyer and they meet at a family Christmas party I think? And I remember phone sex being involved lmao

🌷 Heyyy! =) I’m doing well, thank you. Just had the time today to answer some asks. I actually saw this weeks (or maybe it was just few days) ago but I couldn’t respond then and new asks came in so this got pushed down and I forgot to get back to you.

Anyway, you are looking for Christmas is Waiting for You and the link just leads to a reblog of mine. It seems the author had removed all her fics on tumblr T_T. You can still read the fic on AO3 (but I think you need an account) - same pseud, same title. =)

#ooh Christmas stories are my favorite!!!#I have started watching Christmas fics with my cousin last night while we were fixing stuff at home lol #though some are so cliche' like the new Lindsay Lohan one - but I can't help like cheery vibes from holiday films or music or stories #fichunting #christmas is waiting for you #lamoruche #taegismochi #jungkook x reader

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simpforfandom231 · 30 days

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Flare - up days

warning: fluff, smut, chronical illness, cuteness, slightly mentioning of drug abuse . that's it i guess. pairing: Lindsay Lohan x fem!reader

A/N: yeah just because i can, i'm dropping this here. This is like a really long one because I didn’t want to make multi parts but I will see if I make another part of it. Enjoy :)

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The first rays of dawn tiptoed through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the tangled sheets of Lindsay Lohan and Y/n's bed. Lindsay stirred, her arm instinctively reaching out to pull Y/n closer, the warmth of their bodies intertwined bringing comfort and contentment.

Lindsay pressed a tender kiss to Y/n's bare shoulder, her lips lingering as she savored the intimacy of the moment. "Good morning, my love," she whispered, her breath tickling Y/n's skin.

Y/n let out a sleepy sigh, shifting slightly in Lindsay's embrace. "Morning," she murmured, her voice heavy with drowsiness. But then, a hint of discomfort crept into her tone. "My spine hurts again," she confessed, her words tinged with frustration.

Lindsay's heart squeezed with sympathy as she traced gentle circles on Y/n's back. "I'm sorry, baby," she cooed, her fingers dancing over the tense muscles. "It's that kind of day again, huh?"

Y/n nodded, burying her face deeper into the pillow. "Yeah," she sighed, feeling defeated by the familiar ache that plagued her mornings.

Determined to ease Y/n's discomfort, Lindsay reluctantly untangled herself from their embrace and slipped out of bed. With a tender smile, she promised, "I'll be right back, sweetheart. Let me grab an ice pack for your back."

As Lindsay padded barefoot across the room, she couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Y/n, so vulnerable and yet so resilient. Despite the pain that often plagued her, Y/n faced each day with unwavering strength and grace, a quality that Lindsay admired endlessly.

Returning with an ice pack in hand, Lindsay settled back onto the bed beside Y/n, tucking the cool compress gently against her girlfriend's aching spine. "There you go, love," she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Y/n's temple. "Hopefully, this will help."

Y/n offered a tired but grateful smile, her eyes fluttering closed as she relaxed into the comforting embrace of Lindsay's love.

As Lindsay tucked the ice pack securely against Y/n's back, she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness at the sight of her girlfriend's discomfort. Y/n's frustration with her chronic illness was palpable, and Lindsay wished she could shoulder the burden for her, if only for a moment.

"I hate this," Y/n murmured, her voice thick with emotion as she shifted restlessly on the bed. "I hate feeling like my body's betraying me."

Lindsay's heart ached at the raw honesty in Y/n's words. Wrapping her arms around her girlfriend, she whispered soothingly, "I know, babe. I wish I could take it all away for you."

Y/n buried her face in Lindsay's chest, seeking solace in the warmth of her embrace. "Just stay in bed with me," she pleaded softly, her voice muffled against Lindsay's skin. "Please."

Lindsay chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through her chest and sending a ripple of warmth through Y/n's body. "As tempting as that sounds, sweetheart, I promised you breakfast," she teased, brushing a gentle kiss against Y/n's forehead.

Y/n pouted playfully, her lips forming a mock-frown as she protested, "But you're too far away when you're in the kitchen."

Lindsay couldn't help but laugh at Y/n's dramatic display, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'll be back before you know it," she promised, pressing another quick kiss to Y/n's lips before reluctantly extricating herself from their embrace.

As Lindsay disappeared into the kitchen, Y/n let out a theatrical sigh, flopping back onto the pillows with exaggerated melodrama. "I don't know how I'll survive without you," she called out, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Lindsay's laughter floated back from the kitchen, a melodic symphony that filled the room with warmth and joy. "You'll manage, darling," she called back, the sound of pots and pans clattering against the countertop punctuating her words.

True to her word, Lindsay returned moments later, a tray laden with breakfast goodies balanced precariously in her hands. She settled back onto the bed beside Y/n, arranging the food with meticulous care before finally settling in beside her girlfriend.

"Voila!" Lindsay declared triumphantly, presenting the feast before them with a flourish. "Breakfast is served, my love."

Y/n's eyes widened in delight as she surveyed the array of pancakes, fruit, and freshly brewed coffee spread out before them. "Wow, you really outdid yourself this time," she exclaimed, reaching eagerly for a pancake drenched in syrup.

Lindsay beamed with pride at Y/n's reaction, her heart swelling with love for the woman beside her. "Anything for you, sweetheart," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Y/n's cheek before digging into her own plate with gusto.

Y/n winced as she shifted in bed, the pain in her back a constant reminder of her body's limitations. Despite Lindsay's efforts to ease her discomfort, the ache persisted, a relentless companion that seemed determined to overshadow their morning.

Lindsay watched with concern as Y/n's brows furrowed in pain, her own heart heavy with empathy for her girlfriend's struggle. "Are you okay, love?" she asked softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Y/n's face.

Y/n managed a weak smile, though the pain lingered in the depths of her eyes. "Just the usual," she replied, her voice tinged with resignation. "But breakfast in bed with you makes it all worth it."

Lindsay returned Y/n's smile, her heart swelling with gratitude for the love they shared. "I'm glad you think so, babe," she murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/n's forehead.

As they enjoyed their breakfast together, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a bubbling excitement in the pit of her stomach. "Hey, guess what?" she exclaimed suddenly, her eyes lighting up with enthusiasm.

Y/n perked up at Lindsay's excitement, curiosity piqued. "What is it?" she asked, setting aside her fork to give Lindsay her full attention.

Lindsay grinned, unable to contain her excitement any longer. "Tonight's the Zoom meeting reunion with the cast of Mean Girls!" she announced eagerly. "I'm so excited to catch up with everyone."

Y/n's eyes widened in realization, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "That's right," she exclaimed, her voice filled with admiration. "I can't wait to see you all together again."

Lindsay beamed at Y/n's enthusiasm, her heart swelling with pride at the thought of sharing such a special moment with her girlfriend. "It's going to be so much fun," she agreed, reaching out to squeeze Y/n's hand affectionately.

But as they lingered in the warmth of their shared moment, Y/n's discomfort became impossible to ignore. With a soft sigh, she attempted to sit up, the effort causing a sharp twinge of pain to shoot through her spine.

"Lindsay, I need to take my medicine," Y/n admitted reluctantly, her voice strained with discomfort.

Lindsay's brow furrowed with concern as she watched Y/n struggle. "No, no, you stay right there," she insisted, gently pushing Y/n back against the pillows. "I'll go grab it for you."

Reluctantly, Y/n nodded, allowing Lindsay to slip out of bed and retrieve her medication from the bathroom. As Lindsay returned, she was accompanied by their beloved Teckles, Willow and Maurice, who bounded into the room with tails wagging and tongues lolling in excitement.

"Looks like we've got some company," Lindsay teased, chuckling as the dogs clamored onto the bed, eager for attention.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh at the sight of their furry companions, their antics providing a welcome distraction from her pain. "They always know how to brighten my day," she admitted, reaching out to scratch behind Willow's ears.

Lindsay settled back onto the bed beside Y/n, handing her the medication with gentle care. "Here you go, love," she murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Y/n's cheek. "I'll always be here to take care of you."

And as they cuddled together, surrounded by love and laughter, Lindsay knew that no matter what challenges they faced, as long as they faced them together, their bond would only grow stronger with each passing day.

As Y/n drifted off to sleep in Lindsay's comforting embrace, Lindsay couldn't help but marvel at the peaceful expression that graced her girlfriend's features. With tender care, she extricated herself from their embrace, mindful not to disturb Y/n's slumber.

Carefully, Lindsay tiptoed across the room, her movements quiet as she retrieved a notepad from the bedside table. With a pen in hand, she scribbled a quick note, explaining her brief absence and assuring Y/n that she would return shortly. Placing the note on the table where Y/n would surely find it upon waking, Lindsay silently slipped out of the room.

In the lobby of their Dubai residence, Lindsay was greeted by Marco, the friendly guard who manned the front desk. "Good morning, Miss Lohan," Marco greeted her politely, his demeanor formal but welcoming.

"Good morning, Marco," Lindsay replied with a warm smile, her tone friendly and relaxed. "I hope you're doing well today."

Marco nodded in acknowledgment, his expression respectful. "Thank you, Miss Lohan. Is there anything I can assist you with?"

Lindsay hesitated for a moment, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "Actually, Marco, would you mind calling Jenna for me?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern. "Y/n's having one of her flare-up days, and she won't be able to walk the dogs."

Marco nodded in understanding, reaching for the phone with practiced ease. "Of course, Miss Lohan. I'll inform Jenna right away."

With a grateful smile, Lindsay thanked Marco before making her way to the building's entrance. Stepping out into the crisp morning air, she took a deep breath, the scent of blooming flowers and distant ocean filling her senses.

Pulling on her leggings, a cropped hoodie, and her trusty running shoes, Lindsay tied her hair back into a ponytail and set off at a brisk pace. As she jogged through the streets of Dubai, the city's vibrant energy surrounding her, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom and exhilaration.

With each step, she felt the weight of the world lift from her shoulders, the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the pavement a soothing balm to her soul. And as she ran, thoughts of Y/n and their life together filled her mind, filling her with a sense of gratitude and love.

As Lindsay continued her run through the park and along the coastline, the salty breeze tugging at her hair and the rhythmic pounding of her feet against the pavement filling her with a sense of exhilaration. With each step, she felt more alive, the worries of the world melting away with each passing moment.

Arriving at the store, Lindsay pushed open the door with a sense of purpose, the cool air conditioning washing over her like a welcome embrace. She made her way through the aisles, her eyes scanning the shelves for the items on her mental shopping list.

Grabbing some energy drinks, protein bars, ramen noodles, and fresh veggies and meat for dinner, Lindsay couldn't help but smile at the thought of cooking a delicious meal for Y/n later that evening. She spotted Y/n's favorite candy and added it to her basket, knowing it would bring a smile to her girlfriend's face.

As Lindsay made her way to the checkout counter, she was approached by an older woman who couldn't help but admire her beauty. "You're a stunning young woman," the woman remarked, her voice filled with genuine admiration.

Lindsay blushed at the unexpected compliment, her cheeks tinged with pink as she thanked the woman graciously. "That's very kind of you to say," she replied with a warm smile, feeling touched by the stranger's words.

The woman's eyes twinkled with nostalgia as she gazed at Lindsay. "You remind me of myself when I was younger," she confessed, a wistful smile playing at her lips. "I used to have hair as red as yours."

Lindsay's heart swelled with affection for the woman, her own memories of her fiery locks flooding back with fondness. "Redheads have to stick together," she joked, her laughter filling the air as she paid for her items at the counter.

With her purchases safely tucked away in her backpack, specially designed for running, Lindsay made her way out of the store, a sense of satisfaction coursing through her veins. But as she began her run back home, a thought occurred to her.

Stopping in her tracks, Lindsay glanced around, her mind whirring with possibilities. With a determined nod, she made a quick detour to the pharmacy, eager to pick up some cooling cream for Y/n's back.

Y/n stirred from her slumber, the dull ache in her back pulling her from the depths of sleep. Groaning softly, she shifted in bed, the absence of Lindsay's warm embrace a stark reminder of her solitude. With a sigh, she opened her eyes, blinking against the soft light filtering through the curtains.

The sound of paws skittering across the hardwood floor drew Y/n's attention, and she watched as Willow and Maurice bounded into the kitchen, their tails wagging eagerly. With a pang of longing, Y/n wished she could join them, but the pain in her back held her captive in bed.

Turning her head, Y/n searched for Lindsay's familiar form, but found only empty space beside her. Frowning in confusion, she sat up, her brows furrowing with concern. Had Lindsay already left for the day?

Scanning the bedside table, Y/n's heart sank as she realized there was no note from Lindsay, no indication of where she might have gone. Panic began to bubble up inside her, and she called out for Lindsay, her voice trembling with worry.

"Lindsay? Are you there?" she called, the fear in her voice palpable as she waited for a response.

Moments later, her phone rang, and Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she saw Lindsay's name flash across the screen. Fumbling to answer the call, she pressed the phone to her ear, relief flooding through her at the sound of Lindsay's voice.

"Lindsay, where are you?" Y/n demanded, her words rushed with anxiety.

"Lovie, calm down," Lindsay's voice came through the line, soothing and reassuring. "I'm just out for a run to the store. I needed to pick up a few things, and I'm stopping by the pharmacist now."

Y/n took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "But why didn't you leave a note?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, and then Lindsay's voice came back, slightly sheepish. "Oh, I did leave a note. It must have fallen or something."

Y/n's eyes widened as she noticed Willow nosing around at the foot of the bed, a crumpled piece of paper clutched between her teeth. Hastily, she reached out and grabbed it, unfolding the torn paper to reveal half of a sentence scrawled in Lindsay's handwriting.

"Lovely, I found something!" Y/n exclaimed, a hint of amusement in her voice as she read out the incomplete message.

Lindsay's laughter rang through the phone, a musical melody that warmed Y/n's heart. "Leave it to Willow to cause mischief," Lindsay chuckled. "I'll explain everything when I get home, I promise."

With a smile on her lips and relief flooding through her veins, Y/n settled back into bed, the knowledge that Lindsay would soon be home by her side bringing her comfort and peace.

As Lindsay approached the counter, Mr. Patel, the pharmacist, greeted her with a warm smile. "Ah, Miss Lohan, it's good to see you again," he said kindly. "How's everything going with you and your girlfriend?"

Lindsay returned the smile, appreciating Mr. Patel's genuine concern. "Hello, Mr. Patel," she replied softly. "We're managing, thank you for asking. Y/n's having a flare-up day today, so I'm here to pick up some cooling gel for her."

Mr. Patel's expression softened with sympathy as he listened to Lindsay's explanation. "I'm sorry to hear that," he said, his tone filled with empathy. "I hope the cooling gel helps to ease her discomfort."

Lindsay nodded, grateful for Mr. Patel's understanding. "Thank you," she replied earnestly.

Mr. Patel glanced at Lindsay thoughtfully. "Is Y/n experiencing these flare-ups more frequently?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Lindsay hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes, unfortunately," she admitted. "We've noticed more flare-up days lately."

The pharmacist nodded, his brow furrowing with worry. "I see," he murmured, contemplating the situation.

Then, with a tentative expression, he broached a new topic. "Miss Lohan, forgive me for bringing this up, but given your Hollywood past, I wonder if you have any experience working with needles?"

Lindsay's eyes widened in surprise at the unexpected question. Memories of her tumultuous past flashed through her mind, but she pushed them aside, focusing on the present moment. "Yes, I do," she replied softly, her voice tinged with determination.

Mr. Patel nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. "In that case, I have something that might help," he said, turning to retrieve a small vial and a syringe from the shelves behind him.

Handing them to Lindsay, he explained, "These are injections that can provide relief for Y/n's back pain. You'll need to inject one every two hours directly into her spine. It should help alleviate some of her discomfort."

Lindsay took the vial and syringe, her heart swelling with gratitude for Mr. Patel's kindness and generosity. "Thank you so much, Mr. Patel," she said sincerely, her eyes shimmering with emotion.

Mr. Patel smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Miss Lohan," he replied. "Take care of Y/n, and if you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask."

With a heartfelt thank you, Lindsay bid Mr. Patel farewell and made her way back home, her mind buzzing with thoughts of how she could best support Y/n through her flare-up day.

Lindsay stepped into the lobby of their residence, greeted by the familiar sight of Marco, the polite and formal lobby guard. "Good morning, Miss Lohan," Marco greeted with a respectful nod. "Jenna will be arriving around 2 o'clock to walk the dogs."

"Thank you, Marco," Lindsay replied with a warm smile. "That's perfect."

Marco nodded in acknowledgment before adding, "How was your morning run, if you don't mind my asking?"

Lindsay offered a brief smile, her mind still preoccupied with thoughts of the syringe and her past. "It was good, thank you," she replied, her tone somewhat distracted.

As she ascended to their penthouse, Lindsay's mind raced with a mixture of emotions. The syringe in her hand was a tangible reminder of her Hollywood past, a world filled with both triumphs and tribulations. Yet here she was now, focused on caring for Y/n and ensuring her comfort above all else.

Entering the penthouse, Lindsay's gaze fell upon Y/n, curled up asleep on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light over her features. Lindsay approached her girlfriend with gentle steps, careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber.

"Hey, babe," Lindsay whispered softly, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from Y/n's face. "Time to wake up."

Y/n stirred from her sleep, blinking drowsily as she gradually became aware of Lindsay's presence. "Hey," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "What time is it?"

Lindsay settled beside Y/n on the couch, her expression filled with concern. "It's almost noon," she replied gently. "How's your pain?"

Y/n shifted slightly, wincing as the discomfort in her back made itself known once more. "Same as before you went to the store," she admitted with a sigh.

Lindsay nodded understandingly, her heart aching at the sight of Y/n in pain. "I picked up some cooling gel from the pharmacy," she informed Y/n, offering the small vial as she spoke.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise as she took the vial from Lindsay's outstretched hand. "Thank you, babe," she said gratefully, her voice filled with warmth and appreciation.

Lindsay gently guided Y/n to pull up her shirt, exposing her bare back. With a tender touch, Lindsay applied the cooling gel to Y/n's spine, spreading it carefully over the tense muscles. Y/n winced at the initial contact, the cool sensation of the gel providing both relief and discomfort.

"Easy, love," Lindsay murmured softly, her voice filled with tenderness as she continued to massage the gel into Y/n's skin. "It'll help soothe the pain."

Y/n sighed, leaning into Lindsay's touch as the gel began to work its magic, easing the tension in her muscles. "Thank you, Lindsay," she whispered gratefully, her eyes closing as she savored the comfort of her girlfriend's touch.

As Lindsay finished applying the gel, she hesitated for a moment before broaching the topic of the injections. "Mr. Patel also gave me some injections to help relieve your pain," she said softly, her tone gentle yet hesitant.

Y/n's eyes widened in surprise at the mention of injections, her thoughts immediately turning to Lindsay's past struggles with addiction. "Are you sure you're okay with giving me injections?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with concern. "I know how difficult it must be for you, considering..."

Lindsay reached out to cup Y/n's cheek, her touch tender and reassuring. "Yes, I'm sure," she replied with quiet determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to help ease your pain, Y/n. You mean everything to me."

Y/n's heart swelled with love and gratitude for Lindsay, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

With a tender smile, Lindsay pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n's forehead, her love for her girlfriend shining brightly in her eyes. "You'll never have to find out," she promised softly, her words a vow of unwavering devotion.

Lindsay took a deep breath, steeling herself for the task ahead. "The injections need to be directly into your spine every two hours," she explained gently, her voice laced with sympathy. "I know you hate needles, but it'll help relieve the pain, Y/n."

Y/n nodded, her expression pained as she contemplated the prospect of facing her fear of needles. "I know," she replied softly, her voice tinged with resignation.

As Lindsay searched for the necessary supplies, Y/n's eyes flickered nervously to the needle in her hand. "How big is it?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Lindsay held up the needle, its size imposing against the backdrop of their shared anxiety. "It's not too bad," she said reassuringly, though her own nerves betrayed her composure.

Y/n sighed, her heart pounding in her chest as she reluctantly obeyed Lindsay's instructions to lay on her stomach. Lindsay set to work, sterilizing the area with pure alcohol and donning latex gloves with practiced efficiency.

Lindsay's hands trembled slightly as she prepared to administer the injection, her mind swirling with memories of her past struggles. But she pushed aside her doubts, focusing instead on the task at hand and the person she loved more than anything in the world.

"Okay, Y/n, I'm going to inject the serum into your neck, between your shoulders, and along your lower back, all in your spine," Lindsay explained softly, her voice a soothing balm against Y/n's anxiety.

Y/n's breath hitched as Lindsay pressed the needle against her skin, the sharp sting of pain echoing through her body. With a muttered curse, she clenched her teeth, trying to endure the discomfort as Lindsay administered the first injection.

Lindsay chuckled softly at Y/n's colorful language, her heart swelling with affection for her resilient girlfriend. "You're doing great, babe," she murmured, her voice filled with pride and admiration.

With steady hands, Lindsay administered the second injection into Y/n's shoulder spine, the familiar sting of the needle met with another string of curses from her girlfriend.

Finally, Lindsay injected the last bit of serum into Y/n's lower back, her movements precise and careful. With a sigh of relief, she set the materials aside and gently wiped away the small bead of blood that had formed.

Y/n felt the numbing effects of the serum begin to take hold, the sharp pain in her back gradually fading into a dull ache. "Thank you, Lindsay," she whispered gratefully, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the relief.

Lindsay smiled tenderly, brushing a stray lock of hair from Y/n's face. "You're welcome, love," she replied softly, her heart overflowing with love and devotion. "And don't worry about me. I'm okay."

As Lindsay began to unpack her backpack and put the groceries away, Y/n couldn't help but pout at the thought of her girlfriend leaving her side. "But I don't want you to go," she whined, her bottom lip jutting out in a playful pout.

Lindsay chuckled at Y/n's dramatic display, shaking her head fondly. "You'll still be able to see me from the couch, silly," she reassured, gesturing towards the open kitchen counter that separated the living room from the kitchen.

Y/n huffed theatrically, crossing her arms over her chest. "Fine," she conceded, though her expression remained petulant.

With a playful roll of her eyes, Lindsay finished putting away the groceries before walking over to where Y/n lounged on the couch. She reached into the bag and pulled out the candies she had bought, holding them out to Y/n with a grin.

Y/n's eyes lit up at the sight of the candies, a delighted smile spreading across her face. "You got my favorites!" she exclaimed, reaching eagerly for the sweet treats.

Lindsay laughed, pleased to see the joy on Y/n's face. "Of course I did," she replied with a wink, enjoying the way Y/n's eyes sparkled with happiness.

As Lindsay moved to the kitchen to start preparing lunch, she could feel Y/n's gaze lingering on her. Glancing over her shoulder, she caught Y/n's eyes trailing over her body, a mischievous twinkle in her gaze.

The kitchen, with its sleek black and white marble design, was separated from the living room by only a kitchen counter, creating an open and modern space. Lindsay couldn't help but smirk as she caught Y/n staring, teasingly raising an eyebrow in amusement.

"Like what you see?" Lindsay teased, her voice laced with playful affection as she continued to chop vegetables at the kitchen counter.

Y/n blushed furiously, ducking her head in embarrassment. "Maybe," she mumbled shyly, her cheeks flushing pink.

Lindsay laughed, the sound echoing through the open space of their penthouse.

As Lindsay continued to chop vegetables for their lunch, Y/n couldn't resist commenting on her girlfriend's appearance. "You know, you look really sexy in your running clothes," she said with a playful smirk, her eyes lingering appreciatively on Lindsay's form.

Lindsay grinned, her cheeks flushing slightly at the compliment. "Oh, is that so?" she teased, her tone filled with amusement. "Maybe you just like it because you can see every curve."

Y/n laughed, nodding in agreement. "Guilty as charged," she admitted, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Suddenly, the elevator doors slid open, revealing Jenna, their longtime dogwalker, standing in the doorway. "Good afternoon, Mrs. and Mrs. Lohan," Jenna greeted politely and formally, her demeanor professional yet warm.

Lindsay chuckled, shaking her head fondly. "Jenna, you can just call me Lindsay," she insisted, though she knew Jenna would likely continue to address them as "Mrs. and Mrs. Lohan" out of respect.

Jenna nodded respectfully, though she maintained her formal tone. "Of course, Mrs. Lohan," she replied with a small smile.

Lindsay turned to Jenna with a curious expression. "Did you manage to get the penthouse key from Marco?" she asked, referring to the unique key that acted as a house key in the elevator, allowing access only to their specific apartment.

Jenna nodded, her expression confident. "Yes, Mrs. Lohan, I did," she confirmed. "I have it right here."

As Jenna prepared the dogs for their walk, Y/n called out from the couch, reminding her to check her purse for Y/n's spare key. "Oh, right!" Jenna exclaimed, digging into her purse and retrieving the spare key. "Thank you for reminding me, Mrs. Lohan."

Y/n smiled gratefully, waving a hand dismissively. "You can keep the spare key, Jenna," she insisted. "That way, you won't have to bother Marco for it every time."

Lindsay nodded in agreement. "That's a good idea," she said, impressed by Y/n's thoughtfulness.

Jenna tucked the spare key into her pocket, nodding in appreciation. "Thank you, Mrs. Lohan," she replied gratefully. "I'll make sure to bring it back with the dogs in two hours."

With a final wave, Jenna led the dogs out of the penthouse, leaving Lindsay and Y/n to continue their afternoon together. As they watched Jenna and the dogs disappear down the hallway, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for the people who supported and cared for them, ensuring that their lives ran smoothly even in the midst of challenges and chaos. And as she turned back to Y/n, her heart swelled with love and appreciation for the woman who stood by her side through thick and thin, making every moment together a cherished memory.

As Lindsay continued to stir the pot on the stove, she couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for Y/n's well-being. "How's your back feeling, love?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Y/n remained on the couch, a faint smile gracing her lips as she replied, "The serum is really helping. It's relieving some of the pain."

Lindsay let out a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing slightly at the news. "I'm glad to hear that," she said sincerely, turning her attention back to the simmering meal.

However, as Lindsay glanced over her shoulder, she noticed Y/n slowly rising from the couch, a glass of water in hand. "What are you doing?" Lindsay asked, her tone tinged with frustration and worry.

Y/n shuffled into the kitchen, her movements slow and cautious as she approached the sink to fill her glass with water. "I just need some water," she explained softly, her voice strained with discomfort.

Lindsay kept a watchful eye on Y/n, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and protectiveness. As she continued to stir the pot, she felt Y/n's presence behind her, the warmth of her body radiating against her back.

Feeling Y/n's arms wrap around her waist and her head resting gently on her shoulder, Lindsay couldn't help but let out a sigh of contentment. Despite the pain and challenges they faced, moments like these reminded her of the strength and resilience of their love.

Lindsay reached up to place a hand over Y/n's, squeezing it gently in a silent gesture of reassurance and support. Together, they stood in the kitchen, finding solace in each other's embrace as they weathered the storm of Y/n's flare-up day.

Lindsay's heart swelled with warmth at Y/n's murmured words, her lips curving into a tender smile. "What was that, love?" she asked softly, turning her head slightly to catch Y/n's gaze.

Y/n's lips brushed against the back of Lindsay's neck as she pressed sleepy kisses against her skin. "I love you, redhead," she whispered, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Lindsay couldn't help but giggle at Y/n's sweet declaration, her heart fluttering with love for her wife. "I love you too, sweetheart," she replied, her voice soft with emotion.

Despite the warmth of their embrace, Lindsay knew that lunch still needed to be plated. "As much as I'd love to stay like this forever, we need to eat," she said reluctantly, gently extricating herself from Y/n's arms.

Y/n pouted playfully, protesting, "But I want to be close to you."

Lindsay leaned into Y/n, her lips brushing against her ear as she whispered, "If you don't want burnt food, you better let me go."

Y/n chuckled, realizing the truth in Lindsay's words. "Fine, fine," she relented, releasing Lindsay from her grasp. "But you better hurry back to me."

Lindsay chuckled as she watched Y/n dramatically declare her love once more. "Oh, you love me so much, huh?" she teased, playfully rolling her eyes.

Y/n nodded emphatically, her expression filled with exaggerated adoration. "Yes, I love you more than anything in the world," she proclaimed, her voice dripping with affection.

Lindsay grinned, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Y/n's cheek. "Well, lucky me," she replied with a wink. "Although you say it like it's a bad thing."

With a laugh, Lindsay began to set the plates on the table, arranging the food neatly for their meal. Once everything was in place, she took her seat and started eating, her gaze occasionally drifting to Y/n.

Y/n, however, couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from Lindsay, her gaze lingering on her wife with unabashed adoration. Lindsay couldn't help but notice, chuckling softly as she asked, "What's on your mind, love?"

Y/n's cheeks flushed pink as she struggled to find the right words. "I... I just think you're perfect," she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lindsay could see the lustful glint in Y/n's eyes, knowing full well what her wife was thinking. But instead of acknowledging it, she simply smiled and continued eating.

As they ate, Lindsay decided to play a little game, subtly brushing her foot against Y/n's leg under the table. Y/n nearly choked on her food in surprise, shooting Lindsay a startled glance.

Lindsay acted as if nothing had happened, her expression innocent as she continued eating. But she couldn't hide the mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Y/n caught on to Lindsay's game, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips as she decided to play along. Leaning in closer to Lindsay, she trailed her foot up her wife's leg, a suggestive smile on her lips.

Lindsay's eyes widened in surprise, a playful glint in her eyes as she realized Y/n was upping the ante. With a grin, she decided to escalate things even further, knowing that their playful banter only added to the excitement of their relationship.

As Lindsay continued to eat, she couldn't resist making a seductive comment, her voice low and suggestive. "You know, I can't help but think about what I want to do to you later," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she scrolled through her phone.

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at Lindsay's words, her cheeks flushing with heat as she tried to keep her composure. "Lindsay," she stammered, her voice betraying her growing arousal.

Lindsay grinned, enjoying the effect she was having on Y/n as she continued to tease and seduce her wife. "Are you getting hot and bothered, love?" she teased, her voice filled with playful affection.

Y/n bit her lip, feeling a surge of dominance rising within her as she decided to turn the tables on Lindsay. Pushing her plate aside, she stood up from her seat and walked over to Lindsay's side of the table, her gaze smoldering with desire.

Lindsay looked up from her phone, her expression innocent yet tinged with excitement as she watched Y/n approach. "What's going on, love?" she asked, her voice a mixture of confusion and anticipation.

Y/n's eyes gleamed with determination as she commanded Lindsay to stand up. "Stand at the end of the table," she instructed, her voice husky with desire.

Curious, Lindsay complied, standing at the designated spot as Y/n approached. Suddenly, Y/n pushed Lindsay down onto the table with a dominant force, her hands gripping the edges of the table as she hovered over her wife.

Despite the lingering pain in her back, Y/n leaned in close, pressing passionate kisses along Lindsay's neck, her hands roaming over her wife's body with a fervent desire.

Lindsay gasped in surprise and pleasure, her body responding eagerly to Y/n's touch. She tangled her fingers in Y/n's hair, pulling her closer as they lost themselves in the intensity of their connection.

As Y/n continued to assert her dominance, Lindsay's breath hitched in excitement, her heart pounding with anticipation. "Y/n," she stammered, her voice growing louder with each passing moment.

But Y/n paid no heed to Lindsay's protests, her hands trailing down her wife's body with deliberate slowness, igniting a fire of desire within her. "Lose the clothes and lay back down," Y/n demanded, her voice commanding and authoritative.

Concerned for Y/n's well-being, Lindsay hesitated, her thoughts momentarily clouded by worry. "But your back..." she began, only to be cut off by Y/n's growl of frustration.

"Shut up and spread your legs," Y/n growled, her tone leaving no room for argument. Lindsay's breath caught in her throat at the raw intensity of Y/n's command, her body responding eagerly to her wife's dominance.

With a shaky breath, Lindsay complied, her pulse racing with anticipation as Y/n positioned herself between her legs at the end of the table. "This is your punishment for being so hot," Y/n growled, her voice dripping with desire as she leaned in close.

Lindsay couldn't suppress a moan as Y/n began to eat her out forcefully, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room. She writhed beneath Y/n's touch, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Y/n praised Lindsay's responsiveness, her words fueling Lindsay's desire even further. With each passing moment, Lindsay found herself craving more, her body arching instinctively towards Y/n's touch.

But Y/n wasn't finished yet. "Stay laying down and don't move," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument as she disappeared into the bedroom.

Lindsay's heart raced with anticipation as she waited, her mind buzzing with excitement at what Y/n had in store for her. When Y/n returned with a strap-on, Lindsay's eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

"Sit on the edge of the table," Y/n instructed, her voice filled with authority as she took control of the situation.

With trembling hands, Lindsay complied, her body thrumming with anticipation as she waited for Y/n to take her even further into the depths of desire and ecstasy.

As Y/n dominated the situation, Lindsay couldn't shake her concern for her wife's well-being. "Y/n, are you sure about this? Your back..." she began, her voice tinged with worry.

But Y/n silenced Lindsay's protests by grabbing her chin firmly, her gaze steely with determination. "Whether my back hurts or not, I'm going to ruin you," she declared, her voice low and commanding.

Lindsay's heart raced with excitement as she obeyed Y/n's command, positioning herself on the edge of the table. Y/n wasted no time in showering her wife's neck and collarbone with dominant kisses, eliciting desperate pleas from Lindsay's lips.

"Beg for it, Lindsay," Y/n demanded, her voice laced with authority as she teased and tormented her wife.

Lindsay's breath hitched in anticipation as she begged for Y/n, her voice filled with desperate longing. Y/n wasted no time in fulfilling her wife's desires, entering her with a roughness that sent waves of pleasure coursing through Lindsay's body.

Lindsay arched her back, her moans filling the room as Y/n praised her dominance. "You're so good for me, Lindsay," Y/n murmured, her words sending shivers down Lindsay's spine.

As the intensity of their passion escalated, Y/n began to talk dirty, her words igniting a fiery desire within Lindsay. Unable to resist, Lindsay wrapped her legs around Y/n's waist, urging her deeper into her body.

Y/n reveled in the sensation of their bodies melding together, loving how Lindsay's petite figure fit perfectly against her own. Ignoring the slight twinge in her back, Y/n marked and thrust into her wife with a fierce determination.

Lindsay dug her nails into Y/n's shoulders, her cries of pleasure mingling with the sound of their bodies colliding. Y/n pulled Lindsay's fiery red hair back roughly, reveling in the sight of her wife's eager submission.

"I love your red hair," Y/n growled, her voice filled with possessive desire. "And I love how eager you look when you're ruined like this."

Y/n's dominance intensified, her movements becoming more forceful and commanding. "You love it," she growled, her grip tightening around Lindsay's throat just enough to send a thrill of excitement down her spine.

Lindsay's nails scraped over Y/n's toned abs, eliciting a low moan of pleasure from her wife. Y/n smirked down at her, their eyes locking in a heated exchange of desire.

"You're such a bottom, Lindsay," Y/n spat, her words dripping with dominance. "You love it when I take control, when I ruin you."

Lindsay moaned in response, her body trembling with anticipation as Y/n continued to assert her dominance. Y/n knew exactly how to push Lindsay's buttons, her words stirring up a potent mix of arousal and embarrassment within her.

"You only spread your legs for me," Y/n continued, her voice filled with possessive desire. "I love how your red hair fits perfectly in my hand, how your blue eyes darken with desire when I ruin you."

Lindsay's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the truth in Y/n's words, but the undeniable arousal coursing through her veins outweighed any feelings of shame. Y/n had a way of unraveling her defenses, of tapping into the deepest desires of her heart.

Y/n leaned in close, her lips brushing against Lindsay's ear as she whispered words of seduction and domination. "You love it when I take you roughly, when your body responds so eagerly to my touch," she murmured, her breath hot against Lindsay's skin.

Lindsay's breath hitched in anticipation, her body quivering with need as Y/n continued to dominate her. Y/n had awakened a softness within her, an eagerness to surrender herself completely to their desires.

As Lindsay's pleasure peaked, she stammered that she was close, her voice trembling with ecstasy. Y/n smirked, biting down on Lindsay's shoulder as she reached her climax, their cries of pleasure filling the room.

Y/n held Lindsay up, ensuring her wife didn't fall off the edge of the table as she rode out her orgasm. Despite the pulsating pain in her own back, Y/n ignored it, focusing entirely on Lindsay's pleasure.

Lindsay clung to her wife blissfully, her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her climax. Y/n softly stroked the redhead's hair, sweetly praising her as they basked in the warmth of their connection.

Slowly, Y/n pulled out of Lindsay and placed the strap-on on the table, causing Lindsay to whimper at the sensation. But before any discomfort could linger, Lindsay gently grabbed Y/n's chin, pulling her in for a tender kiss filled with love and adoration.

Y/n returned the kiss with equal affection, their lips melding together in a silent exchange of devotion. With a soft smile, Y/n reminded Lindsay that Jenna could return with the dogs at any moment, urging her wife to get dressed again.

As Y/n's pain became more intense, Lindsay couldn't help but scold her wife gently, her concern evident in her tone. "Y/n, you need to take care of yourself," she admonished, her voice filled with love and worry.

But Y/n, ever the dominant one, grabbed Lindsay by the throat again, her tone seductive as she teased, "I didn't hear you complaining on the table, did I?" Lindsay felt a rush of arousal at Y/n's words, her stammering betraying her excitement.

Y/n giggled teasingly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she playfully teased her wife. Before Lindsay could respond, the elevator chimed, signaling the arrival of Willow and Maurice, their beloved pets.

The dogs bounded into the room, their tails wagging excitedly as they greeted their mommies with enthusiastic barks and licks. Lindsay quickly composed herself, a flush rising to her cheeks as she greeted the dogs with affectionate pets and scratches behind the ears.

Jenna walked in, placing the leashes on their designated hooks before turning to greet the couple. "Hi, Mrs. Lohan, Mrs. Lohan" she said warmly, her smile genuine as she observed the loving interaction between the pair and their dogs.

Lindsay, still a bit flustered, inquired about how the dogs behaved during their walk and if everything went smoothly. Jenna assured her that the walk went well, noting how well-behaved Willow and Maurice had been.

Y/n reached for her wallet, pulling out some cash to pay Jenna for her services. "Thank you, Jenna," she said gratefully, handing over the money. "We appreciate you taking care of our fur babies."

Jenna smiled warmly, accepting the payment. "Of course, it's always a pleasure," she replied. "I'll be back tomorrow around 2 to walk the dogs again."

With a final nod of thanks, Jenna bid the couple farewell, leaving them alone once more in the comfort of their penthouse. As the door closed behind her, Lindsay and Y/n exchanged a fond glance, grateful for the love and companionship they shared, both with each other and their furry companions.

As Lindsay and Y/n settled back into their routine, Lindsay took charge, commanding Y/n to pull off her shirt and lay back on the couch on her stomach. Y/n jokingly teased Lindsay, her playful demeanor evident as she quipped, "Bossy much, Mrs. Lohan?"

Lindsay couldn't help but giggle at Y/n's teasing, but she quickly grew serious as she explained the necessity of administering the injection again. "I need to make sure you're feeling better, love," she said softly, her concern evident in her voice.

Y/n groaned in response, not particularly thrilled at the prospect of another round of injections, but she relented, knowing it was for the best. "Fine, but make it quick," she muttered, a hint of reluctance in her tone.

Lindsay retrieved the wipes, alcohol, and syringe, preparing everything meticulously to ensure it was sterile. She softened her expression, offering words of comfort and reassurance as she gently injected the serum into Y/n's neck spine, shoulders, and lower back.

Y/n winced slightly at the sensation, but Lindsay's soothing presence helped to alleviate some of the discomfort. "There, all done," Lindsay said with a smile, relieved to have completed the task.

But true to her playful nature, Lindsay couldn't resist a bit of teasing as she joked, "That's what you get for not listening and ruining me on the table earlier."

Y/n shot back with a seductive retort, a playful glint in her eyes as she replied, "Oh, I'll gladly take my punishment if it means getting to have you like that again."

Lindsay laughed, her heart swelling with love for her spirited wife.

As Lindsay returned from the kitchen, she gently placed the syringe in the bin, signaling for Y/n to sit between her legs and lay back against her. Y/n complied, snuggling deeper into Lindsay's embrace, her head resting against her wife's chest as Lindsay softly began to massage her back.

Y/n, still half asleep, murmured, "How late is your zoom meeting with the cast?"

Lindsay replied, her voice warm and comforting, "We still have an hour and a half, love."

A shy and nervous energy seemed to envelop Lindsay as she hesitated, gathering her thoughts before speaking. "There's something I want to talk to you about," she began softly.

Y/n, still in a drowsy state, turned her head slightly to look at Lindsay. "What is it?" she asked, her curiosity piqued.

Lindsay took a deep breath, her heart pounding with anticipation. "I... I think I might want a baby," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n's eyes widened in shock, the sudden revelation catching her off guard. She blinked in surprise before processing Lindsay's words. "A baby?" she echoed, her voice filled with disbelief.

Lindsay nodded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I want a family with you, Y/n," she admitted, her voice filled with sincerity.

Y/n's initial shock began to dissipate, replaced by a warmth spreading through her chest at Lindsay's words. "I... I want that too," she replied softly, her eyes meeting Lindsay's with unwavering love.

Attempting to lighten the mood, Y/n joked, "Well, we can certainly make the baby now if you want."

But her playful remark was met with a wince of pain as a reminder of her current discomfort. Lindsay chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Y/n's face. "Maybe after you're feeling better, we can discuss it further," she teased gently, her love for Y/n shining brightly in her eyes.

As Y/n muffled into Lindsay's chest, expressing her excitement about having redheaded babies like her wife, Lindsay couldn't help but tease her about her fondness for redheads. "You did marry one," Lindsay quipped, rolling her eyes playfully at her wife's remark.

Y/n jokingly retorted, "Well, I couldn't resist marrying such a gorgeous redhead like you."

Lindsay chuckled, her heart swelling with love as Y/n softly kissed her. Contentedly, she ran her fingers through Y/n's hair, relishing in the intimacy of their embrace.

Curious, Y/n asked Lindsay how long she had been thinking about starting a family. Lindsay admitted, "Honestly, it's been on my mind a lot lately. My body just aches for it, you know?"

Y/n couldn't help but make a playful joke, saying, "Well, I hope you're ready for the sleepless nights and dirty diapers."

Lindsay laughed, the sound filling the air with warmth as they remained cuddled up on the couch together. Y/n murmured softly, expressing her love for being married to Lindsay Lohan.

Lindsay giggled, teasingly suggesting, "You only married me because I'm an actress and a redhead."

Y/n pretended to consider this for a moment before joking, "Actually, I married you just because you're a redhead, not because you're an actress."

Lindsay feigned hurt, placing a hand dramatically over her heart. "Ouch, right in the ego," she teased, unable to contain her laughter.

Y/n leaned in, pressing soft kisses along Lindsay's neck, her words filled with romantic affection. Lindsay felt a familiar warmth spreading through her body, her desire reigniting at Y/n's touch. Despite her arousal, she tried to keep calm, savoring the tender moments they shared together on the couch.

As Y/n softly teased Lindsay about all the reasons she had married her, listing off everything from her crystal blue eyes to her soft, sexy voice, Lindsay couldn't help but feel a blush creep up her cheeks. She chuckled nervously, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal at Y/n's words.

"And don't forget those freckles," Y/n added with a playful grin, tracing imaginary patterns on Lindsay's skin. "And those soft lips," she continued, leaning in to steal a kiss, "and all those good night activities," she teased, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper.

Lindsay squirmed under Y/n's teasing, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the suggestive tone in her wife's voice. "Okay, okay," she stammered, trying to regain her composure. "I think I get it."

But Y/n wasn't finished yet. Leaning in close, she murmured softly against Lindsay's neck, "You're not just a redhead or an actress, Lindsay. You're the woman of my dreams."

Lindsay couldn't help but moan softly at Y/n's words, feeling her arousal spike at the thought of being the woman of her wife's dreams. "If you keep talking like that," she whispered huskily, "I'm going to be ruined."

Y/n's lips curled into a seductive smirk as she teased, "Maybe that's exactly what I want."

Lindsay growled playfully, the sound rumbling in her chest as she fought to hold back her desire. But Y/n's hands were already traveling down her body, igniting a fire within her that she knew would be impossible to extinguish.

As Y/n's hand slipped into Lindsay's shorts, a sly grin played on her lips as she teased, "See, it's this easy to get you all worked up."

Lindsay couldn't suppress the moan that escaped her lips, the sensation of Y/n's touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Y/n continued to tease and kiss Lindsay's throat, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

But Lindsay had had enough of playing the passive role. With a sudden surge of determination, she carefully swept Y/n off the couch and carried her to the bedroom. Placing Y/n gently on the bed, Lindsay hovered over her, her gaze smoldering with desire.

In a husky, seductive voice, Lindsay whispered, "I want you to want me, to need me. I want you to beg for me."

Y/n felt a shiver run down her spine at Lindsay's words, her arousal growing with each passing moment. She started to stammer a response, her desire evident in her eyes.

Feeling possessive and dominant, Lindsay asserted her control, knowing they only had a few minutes before she needed to get ready for her Zoom meeting. "We have ten minutes," she declared, her voice dripping with authority. "Can you come in ten?" she demanded, her gaze locking with Y/n's.

Y/n nodded eagerly, unable to resist Lindsay's commanding presence.

As Lindsay stripped Y/n's clothes away with an almost primal hunger, her eyes drank in the sight of her wife's exposed body, her breath catching at the sheer beauty before her.

"You're so beautiful," Lindsay whispered huskily, her voice laced with desire as she traced her fingers along Y/n's curves. "So perfect."

With a growl of need, Lindsay lowered herself between Y/n's legs, her mouth eagerly finding its mark as she began to feast upon her wife's intoxicating essence. Y/n squirmed beneath her touch, her moans growing louder with each flick of Lindsay's tongue.

Lindsay praised Y/n filthily, her words a symphony of desire as she worshipped her wife's body with every kiss, every touch. "You taste so good," she murmured between kisses, her voice thick with need. "So delicious."

Y/n's body writhed beneath Lindsay's ministrations, her fingers tangling in Lindsay's hair as she rode the waves of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out in ecstasy, her voice echoing through the room as Lindsay drove her higher and higher towards the edge of oblivion.

With every flick of her tongue, every caress of her lips, Lindsay pushed Y/n closer to the brink, her own desire reaching a fever pitch as she lost herself in the taste and scent of her wife.

Feeling the heat of Y/n's desire radiating from her, Lindsay couldn't resist the urge to push her wife to the edge. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she teased, "Beg for it, baby. Beg for me to make you come."

Y/n hesitated, her pride warring with her overwhelming need. "I-I don't need to beg," she countered weakly, her voice betraying the desperation coursing through her veins.

But Lindsay was having none of it. With a dominant growl, she gripped Y/n's hips firmly, her gaze piercing into her wife's soul. "Beg for it," she demanded, her voice low and commanding.

Y/n's resolve crumbled under Lindsay's intense gaze, her resistance melting away as she surrendered to the overwhelming need consuming her. "Please," she whimpered, her voice raw with desire. "Please, Lindsay, make me come."

Satisfied, Lindsay wasted no time in fulfilling Y/n's plea, her tongue delving deeper as she lavished her wife with pleasure. Y/n's inhibitions vanished as she lost herself in the sensations, her fingers digging into Lindsay's hair as she pushed her head deeper.

Lindsay praised her wife fervently, her words a symphony of adoration as she worshipped Y/n's body with every kiss, every touch. "You're so beautiful," she murmured between kisses, her voice filled with reverence. "So perfect."

As Lindsay's tongue continued to work its magic on Y/n's throbbing core, a desperate need for release consumed her. "Please, Lindsay," she whimpered, her voice thick with desire. "Make me come. Please, I need it."

Lindsay couldn't resist teasing her wife, relishing in the power she held over her. "You want to come, baby?" she purred, her lips brushing against Y/n's sensitive skin. "You're going to have to beg for it."

Y/n's need grew more urgent with each passing moment, her body trembling with anticipation. "Please," she pleaded, her voice coming out in a desperate whisper. "I need it so bad, Lindsay. Please, make me come."

With a wicked grin, Lindsay relented, her fingers joining the dance of her tongue as she plunged them deep inside Y/n's slick heat. Y/n's back arched off the bed as she cried out in ecstasy, her moans filling the room with their raw intensity.

Lindsay's voice dripped with lust as she whispered dirty words of encouragement, urging Y/n on as she drove her closer and closer to the edge. "That's it, baby," she growled, her voice husky with desire. "Scream for me. Let me hear how badly you need it."

Y/n's cries grew louder, her body writhing beneath Lindsay's touch as she spiraled towards the brink of oblivion. "Oh, God," she moaned, her voice ragged with need. "Yes, Lindsay, just like that. Harder. Faster. I need to come, please!"

With one final thrust of her fingers, Lindsay pushed Y/n over the edge, sending her hurtling into the depths of ecstasy. Y/n's screams echoed through the room as she rode the wave of pleasure, her body trembling with the intensity of her release.

As Y/n rode out the aftershocks of her climax, Lindsay hovered over her, peppering soft kisses along her neck to help soothe her. "You're so beautiful," she murmured, her voice filled with adoration.

Y/n let out a contented sigh, basking in the warmth of Lindsay's affection. But as Lindsay teased her about being the bottom instead of herself, Y/n couldn't help but snap back with a seductive comment of her own. "Oh, please," she retorted, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know you love it when I take charge."

Lindsay's gaze flickered down between Y/n's legs, and she couldn't help but notice the telltale trail of her wife's undoing glistening on her skin. A surge of desire shot through her as she looked upon Y/n's naked form before her, her lust and possessiveness bubbling to the surface.

"You're mine," Lindsay declared, her voice low and husky with desire. "All mine."

Y/n's breath hitched at Lindsay's possessive tone, her arousal growing once again as she surrendered herself completely to her wife's dominance. With a wicked grin, she reached up to pull Lindsay down into a passionate kiss, eager to lose herself once more in the intoxicating depths of their love.

Lindsay's eyes darkened with desire as Y/n whispered that she was so hot when she was possessive. With a smirk, Lindsay pressed one finger back inside Y/n, relishing in the way her wife's body responded to her touch.

"You like it when I'm possessive, huh?" Lindsay teased, her voice dripping with seduction. "You love it when I take control."

Y/n's breath hitched as Lindsay's words sent a shiver of anticipation down her spine. But Y/n wasn't one to back down easily. With a playful grin, she pushed her hips forward, spreading her legs even wider as she begged for more.

"Come on, Lindsay," Y/n pleaded, her voice husky with desire. "I need more. Please, baby, give me more."

Lindsay's smirk widened at the sight of Y/n's neediness, her own desire burning bright as she watched her wife surrender herself completely to her touch.

"You're so needy for me, aren't you?" Lindsay murmured, her voice low and husky with desire. "You love it when I make you beg like this."

Y/n moaned in response, her body trembling with anticipation as Lindsay pushed another finger inside her, driving her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

As Lindsay continued to drive Y/n to the brink of ecstasy, her voice took on a husky, seductive tone. "That's it, baby," she growled, her fingers moving in and out of Y/n with purpose. "You're mine, all mine. Say it."

Y/n's breath came in ragged gasps as she begged, her voice filled with desperate need. "Yes, Lindsay," she moaned, her body trembling with anticipation. "I'm yours, completely yours."

Lindsay's arousal surged at Y/n's words, her own desire burning bright as she felt her wife's climax building. With a wicked grin, she increased the pace of her movements, driving Y/n closer and closer to the edge.

"Please, Lindsay," Y/n whimpered, her voice thick with desire. "I need to come. Please, I can't hold back any longer."

Lindsay's grin widened at the sound of Y/n's desperate plea, her arousal reaching new heights as she watched her wife surrender herself completely to her touch. With one final thrust of her fingers, she pushed Y/n over the edge, sending her hurtling into the depths of ecstasy.

Y/n's cries echoed through the room as she reached her peak, her body trembling with the intensity of her release. And as she collapsed back onto the bed, spent and satisfied, Lindsay hovered over her, her eyes filled with adoration and lust.

"You're so beautiful when you come undone for me," Lindsay murmured, her voice laced with desire. "I love how you beg for me, how you need me. You're mine, Y/n. Always."

Y/n's heart swelled with love as Lindsay praised her, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her climax. And as they lay together, tangled in each other's embrace, they knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with, capable of igniting passion and desire like no other.

As Y/n glanced at the clock, she realized the Zoom meeting was only thirty minutes away. "Baby, you need to get ready," she called out, her voice tinged with urgency.

Lindsay cursed under her breath, jumping into the shower with haste. Meanwhile, Y/n remained naked on the bed, feeling the lingering ache in her back. Despite the discomfort, she couldn't help but chuckle at Lindsay's frantic rush.

With determination, Lindsay dashed to the closet, selecting a dress and heels for the meeting. Y/n watched her with amusement, enjoying the sight of her wife's frenzied preparations.

As Lindsay did her hair and makeup, Y/n couldn't resist asking where she planned to sit during the Zoom call to avoid disturbance. "I'll be in the living room," Lindsay replied, her focus divided between her reflection and Y/n's inquiry.

Suddenly, Y/n approached Lindsay from behind in the bedroom, whispering softly, "I love you natural, Love."

Lindsay chuckled, but her tone turned serious as she replied, "My makeup needs to be perfect. This will be televised."

Undeterred, Y/n leaned in to kiss Lindsay's neck tenderly. However, Lindsay warned her, "No distractions this time. I can't afford to be ruined again."

Y/n giggled mischievously, slapping Lindsay's backside playfully as she retreated to the bed. "No promises," she teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

With a shake of her head and a fond smile, Lindsay finished her preparations, ensuring her appearance was flawless for the Zoom meeting. As she applied the final touches to her makeup, she couldn't help but steal glances at Y/n, who lounged on the bed with a playful grin.

Once satisfied with her appearance, Lindsay joined Y/n on the bed, sitting beside her and taking her hand in hers. "I'll make it up to you after the meeting," she promised, her eyes sparkling with affection.

Y/n's grin widened as she leaned in to press a kiss to Lindsay's lips. "Looking forward to it," she replied, her tone filled with anticipation.

As the time for the Zoom meeting approached, Lindsay reluctantly tore herself away from Y/n's side, heading to the living room to set up for the call. Y/n watched her go, feeling a pang of loneliness at the prospect of being apart for the duration of the meeting.

However, as Lindsay settled into her seat in the living room, she sent Y/n a reassuring smile, silently promising to make the most of their time together once the meeting concluded.

With a sigh, Y/n sank back into the pillows, eagerly anticipating the moment when she would be reunited with her beloved wife. Despite the pain in her back, the thought of Lindsay's loving embrace filled her with warmth and joy, reminding her of the deep bond they shared.

Y/n stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed but still sore. She dressed in one of Lindsay's oversized hoodies and a pair of comfortable sweatpants, then made her way to the kitchen.

As she entered the room, her eyes fell on Lindsay, who was seated on the couch with her laptop open on the coffee table, engrossed in conversation with the cast of Mean Girls. Y/n glanced at the clock and realized it was time for another injection, but she hesitated to disturb Lindsay.

Deciding to take matters into her own hands, Y/n retrieved the syringe and prepared to administer the injection herself. However, her actions didn't go unnoticed by Lindsay, who glanced up from her laptop just in time to see what her wife was doing.

Lindsay's eyes widened in alarm, and she immediately jumped off the couch, rushing over to Y/n with urgency. "Stop, Y/n! What do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed, her voice laced with concern.

Caught off guard by Lindsay's sudden outburst, Y/n froze in place, unsure of how to respond. Meanwhile, the voices of the Mean Girls cast continued to chatter in the background of the Zoom call.

Tina Fey, who had been listening intently to the conversation, interjected, her tone filled with concern. "Is everything alright over there, Lindsay?" she asked, her brow furrowed with worry.

Lindsay's frustration mounted as she turned her attention back to Y/n, her voice tinged with anger. "Y/n, lay down on the couch right now," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument.

However, Y/n, ever the stubborn one, protested, unwilling to comply with Lindsay's orders. "I can do it myself, Lindsay. I don't need your help," she insisted, her voice tinged with defiance.

Lindsay's patience wore thin as she issued a stern warning to her wife. "If you don't lay down this instant, I'll make sure you regret it," she threatened, her eyes flashing with determination.

As Lindsay scolded Y/n, her wife relented and laid down on the couch where the laptop was perched on the coffee table. Lindsay shot Y/n a disapproving look before returning her attention to the Zoom call.

Rachel McAdams, who portrayed Regina George, greeted Y/n with a warm smile, acknowledging her as Lindsay's wife. The rest of the cast followed suit, offering their greetings to Y/n.

Meanwhile, Lindsay began preparing the injections, her hands moving swiftly as she explained to the cast why Y/n needed them. "Y/n is dealing with some chronic pain issues," Lindsay explained, her voice laced with concern. "These injections help alleviate some of the discomfort she experiences."

With a steady hand, Lindsay administered the injections, causing Y/n to let out a string of curses as the needle pierced her skin. Lindsay shot her wife an angry whisper, scolding her for attempting to inject herself. "You're lucky you didn't hurt yourself," Lindsay hissed, her tone laced with frustration.

Y/n whispered back sheepishly, "I got it, Lindsay. I won't do it again, I promise."

Lindsay's expression softened as she realized Y/n's genuine remorse. "You better not," she warned, though her tone held a hint of affection.

Feeling guilty for her outburst, Lindsay offered Y/n a compromise. "You can lay in my arms while I finish up the call," she suggested, extending an olive branch to her wife.

Y/n glanced up at the Zoom call participants, feeling a bit self-conscious. "Is it okay if I join in like this?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Lindsay nodded reassuringly. "Of course it is," she replied, her tone firm yet gentle. "They're all family, Y/n."

Feeling reassured, Y/n snuggled into Lindsay's embrace, finding comfort in her wife's warmth. Before long, the soothing hum of Lindsay's voice and the rhythmic sound of her heartbeat lulled Y/n into a peaceful slumber.

Amanda Seyfried, who played Karen Smith, couldn't help but make a cute comment as she noticed Y/n drifting off. "Looks like we've got our very own Sleeping Beauty over there," she remarked, her tone playful as she glanced at Y/n with a fond smile.

As the Zoom call came to an end, Lindsay remained seated on the couch with Y/n cradled in her arms. The rest of the cast bid their farewells, understanding Lindsay's need to tend to her wife.

With the laptop closed and the room quiet once more, Lindsay gently brushed a stray strand of hair away from Y/n's face, marveling at the peaceful expression on her wife's features as she slept.

Softly, so as not to wake her, Lindsay began to whisper words of love and admiration to Y/n. "You're my rock, you know that?" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Tenderly, Lindsay pressed a kiss to Y/n's forehead, her heart swelling with affection for the sleeping figure in her arms. "You're the bravest person I know," she continued, her words filled with sincerity. "But promise me, love, promise me you'll never try to inject yourself again. I can't bear the thought of you getting hurt."

Feeling a surge of protectiveness, Lindsay tightened her embrace around Y/n, vowing silently to always keep her safe and cherished.

Y/n stirred awake, blinking sleepily as she adjusted to consciousness. Feeling the comforting weight of Lindsay's arms around her, she smiled softly, turning to meet her wife's gaze.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," Lindsay greeted with a gentle smile, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/n's face.

Y/n yawned, stretching languidly. "Is the meeting over?" she asked, her voice still tinged with drowsiness.

Lindsay chuckled, teasingly. "Yes, my love, the meeting is long over. You missed all the juicy gossip," she joked, pressing a kiss to Y/n's forehead.

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, swatting at Lindsay's arm. "Oh, I'm sure I didn't miss much," she replied with a grin, snuggling closer to her wife.

Lindsay chuckled, pulling Y/n into a tighter embrace. "No, you didn't miss anything at all," she murmured, feeling grateful for this moment of peace and closeness with the love of her life.

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izzywantscheesecake · 4 months

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the gingerbread competition

Pairing: Hobie Brown x GN! Reader 🕸🕷🎸 Quick Synopsis: Hobie and Y/N compete with Miles and Gwen to see who can make the best gingerbread house. Tags: Use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, reader can be male/female or none, friends to lovers, Romantic tension between Hobie and Reader, Implied MilesxGwen, fluff, Christmas themed

Hobie Brown didn’t celebrate Christmas.

He didn’t hate Jesus or was part of a different religion, in fact, he preferred to keep himself unlabeled in terms of his religious ideology, but he just thought the meaning of Christmas had lost its definition in the past few decades.

Essentially, Christmas existed to celebrate the birth of Jesus by sharing thoughtful gifts and spending time with loved ones.

But the ‘spending time with loved ones’ part had been erased and the holiday was dumbed down to seeing whoever could get another person the most expensive gift without any thought.

So he didn’t fully celebrate it.

Sure, he’d make his friends a handmade gift they were sure to like and he wouldn’t be rude and reject a gift, but he would never partake in the usual activities like hanging the mistletoe, buying a christmas tree, or building a..

“..Gingerbread house! Let’s make gingerbread houses! And it can be a competition, too,” You grinned.

It wasn’t actually Christmas day, it was two days before. But this was the only day all of you could hang out before attending to plans you actually had on ol' Christmastide.

It was just you, Hobie, Gwen, and Miles, sitting on Hobie’s couch at his flat in his dimension. He mainly resided in his boat, but it was too cold to stay there that month.

“I don’t know, Y/N. I mean, those gingerbread houses are usually super expensive to buy at the market,” Hobie said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, they are. So we can just make them ourselves. I mean, you practically got everything we need in your pantry besides frosting and candy.. Okay, maybe we will have to go outside and get some supplies,” Gwen shrugged.

“Ugh, really? It’s mad brick out, don’t you see all that snow?”

Miles pointed to the window, showing everyone the winter wonderland that once used to be the streets of Camden Town.

“We got coats, we’ll be fine. So, all in favor of making gingerbread houses, raise your hand!” You said, lifting up your hand immediately.

Gwen and Miles both raised their hands, albeit Miles more reluctantly. Hobie kept his arms crossed, scoffing.

“It’s three against one. We’re doing it.”

Hobie dropped the pose. “Fair, I guess. But I get to pick the movie we watch once we’re done.”

“You’re gonna pick Freaky Friday, and not even the Lindsay Lohan version,” Gwen sighed.

“Who?”

“Anyways, to save money and dishes, don’t you think we should be in teams of two?” Asked Miles.

The four of you decided on your team names. You and Hobie would be "The Barely Adults" vs Miles and Gwen with "Stuck in Algebra II."

There were many different stores along the main streets of the neighborhood, so your group and the other group spread out, agreeing to stay in the neighborhood.

You and Hobie stepped into a candy store a few blocks away from his flat, and were immediately greeted by the warm air of a fully heated establishment and the scent of various confectionaries and ice cream.

A happy looking woman sat by the front counter, reading the daily newspaper. She made eye contact with Hobie, and you watched as the wrinkles in her face became more prominent the bigger her smile got.

"Hobart? Is that you? My, my, you've gotten so tall!"

You snorted, noticing the slight embarrassment that had planted itself on Hobie's face. His expression quickly shifted into a smirk.

"Mrs. Winters.. You just saw me at the farmer's market a few weeks ago."

"I know, I know. But every time I see you, you get bigger. It feels as if just yesterday I was making you and your mates stay behind and sweep my store for stealing all the gobstoppers."

"Well, that's not surprising," You inquired out loud.

"Whatever. We were jobless, rambunctious kids."

Mrs. Winters turned her attention to you, still keeping that friendly smile she had on her face when you walked in.

"And who's this lovely person you've brought in with you today?"

Hobie slung his arm around you, crouching down slightly to meet your height. His face was dangerously close to your right cheek.

"They're my friend, Y/N."

Mrs. Winters stared at the two of you skeptically.

"Oh. Well, alright, dearie. It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N."

"Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Winters, was it?"

"Mhm."

She turned to the giant selection of candy behind her. There was practically every sweet you could think of stored, from jellies, taffies, licorice, rock candies, chocolates, and even freezers full of whipped cream and frosting, which was convenient.

"So, what do you feel like buying today?"

"Anything that would make a gingerbread house taste good."

"We should get candy corn."

You stuck your tongue out in disgust. "The hell kind of suggestion is that? You eat gingerbread with candy corn?"

"Yes. I like to be unconventional."

Mrs. Winters snickered. "Well, if you guys are making a gingerbread house, I'd say just get the regular bunch, like gumdrops and whatnot."

You and Hobie walked out of the candy shop with a tub of frosting and random ziplog bags full of different candy. Some of them you were going to put on the house, and some were just gonna be sitting at Hobie's place in general.

When you got back to his flat, Miles and Gwen weren't anywhere to be found.

"Huh? Where are they? We just said to get candy and come back."

"They're kids in love. They're probably using this time to have a de-facto date."

"Well, that makes it easier for us to win. I guess you could say we're also having a de-facto date, right?" You joked.

Hobie turned to you with a sensual grin on his face before setting his boots to the side and walking towards the kitchen.

Before you left the store, Mrs. Winters had given you and Hobie a recipe for gingerbread houses, as none of you were going to buy the cheap ones that always tasted like plastic.

"Okay, preheat the oven to about 375 degrees fahrenheit." You said, reading off the sheet of paper.

"Celsius, please."

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. Um, that'd be around.. 190? Yeah. That sounds about right. And keep it in there for three to four minutes."

"Mhm." He closed the oven door.

On the corner of Hobie's mouth was a small patch of frosting, it presumably got there when you two tried to open the package at first and it exploded.

"Hey, look at me. You've got something on your face."

You moved closer to him, using your thumb to wipe the frosting off. Once it was gone, you stopped cupping the side of his cheek, and now you were both looking at each other, face to face.

You stayed like that for a few seconds, watching how his eyes softened the longer you two stayed in that position.

Suddenly, the door kicked open.

"We're back!" Miles yelled. You heard the shuffle of multiple bags and quickly moved away from Hobie to see what was going on over the counter.

Gwen was holding a bag from a candy store on one arm, and on the other arm were bags definitely acquired from a boutique.

Miles also had a candy bag, but held a bag from a Nike outlet in the same hand.

"So I was right. You two did go on a side quest. Thought we agreed to stay in the 'hood."

"I mean.. Technically, we did stay in the neighborhood... The outskirts of it."

"Hey, did you guys already start without us?!"

"What else were we supposed to do? Sit and talk?"

You and Hobie laughed in unison, as Gwen and Miles scrambled to put everything they bought away.

After a few hours, both teams had finished their gingerbread houses. Miles and Gwen had opted for a cutesy, traditional design, while the architecture on your house was flimsy, and you ran out of gumdrops at some point.

Hobie also used black food dye to create makeshift graffiti on the walls.

"So, how are we gonna judge who won?"

"Shit.. I never thought of that."

"Wouldn't it be whichever one tastes better?"

"Then ours totally won!"

"You didn't even taste it yet.."

"Guys, guys. Let's all agree that the true winner here was the power of friendship."

"Bro.."

"I'm playing!"

In the end, unfortunately, Miles' joke had some truth to it. There was no winner, no prize, no anything. But everyone all had fun that day, just bonding over making a confectionary house.

After being forced to watch the 1976 Freaky Friday, Miles and Gwen pretty much were knocked out.

They laid down across from each other on air mattresses in Hobie's living room.

As for you, you decided to take up the couch.

You were in Hobie's bathroom, brushing your teeth, when you saw him standing behind you, leaning his lanky body on the doorframe.

"Hey."

You rinsed your mouth out, drying yourself with a paper towel, before turning to face him.

"Hi."

"Did you have fun today?"

"Yeah, of course I did. It's always fun doing Christmasy stuff. You get the hype now, huh?"

He smiled, a genuine smile. "Mhm. We should bake more together."

"We?"

"Yes, we."

You walked away from the sink and stood across from him in the doorframe.

"Look what we're standing under."

He looked up, surprise evident on his face.

"Did you put that there?"

"No, I think it was Gwen."

He sighed. "Well, I ain't even brush my teeth yet. I don't want to do that to you."

You felt your heart twinge slightly, though he was right.

"Oh, no no. It's fine."

He nodded.

As soon as Hobie closed the door, you were out. You got onto the couch as quickly and quietly as you could.

You were mortified as to what you tried to do.

You thought that it was the perfect timing and all your questions had been answered, but you guessed they weren't.

Without moving an inch, you listened to every little movement coming from the bathroom and faced your head away from the hallway when you heard the lights turn off and the door open.

However, instead of Hobie's footsteps turning to the left, closer to his room, you listened as he walked down the hallway towards the living room.

His footsteps got closer and closer, until eventually, you were able to recognize him standing right in front of you.

He leaned down slowly, placing a peck to your cheek.

"Night."

A/N: i'm gon be on life support for the next two days cause why did this take 7 hours for about 1759 words :sob:

#hobie brown #atsv #across the spiderverse #hobie x reader #spiderpunk #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #hobie brown x gender neutral reader #christmas #miles x gwen #gwiles #implied ship #fluff #fluffy #happy christmas #merry christmas #im never writing again

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prodagustd · 2 years

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ghost of you | myg

Summary: After a few months Yoongi starts to think that his feelings for you are getting out of his control, but they never were in the first place.

this is part three of so it goes: series masterlist

—pairing: rapper!yoongi x reader

—rating: +18

—genre: friends with benefits (kind of? they're in love) to lovers, fluff but lots of angst!!

—warnings/tags: just cursing.

—words: 4.8k

a/note: Hello friends!! This is the shortest part i've written, but I hope you like the angst. It was difficult to write the dialogue and I hope it makes you angry!!! or sad!!!! as always, feedback is very appreciated, it makes me want to keep writing 😁 you are welcome to discuss the chapter in the asks. pd if you want to be in the taglist let me know.

What is love? And what does it look like?

Yoongi couldn’t remember half of the names of the romcoms you made him watch since you met him, he put himself in your shoes and tried to understand How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days. He didn’t like The Notebook at all, but he loved 13 going 30. He laughed watching Crazy, Stupid, Love and asked if you found Ryan Gosling attractive.

“Not really,” You answered “He’s not my type but he’s cute here.” He nodded and kept watching the movie.

Yoongi should have known that you weren’t just his fuckbuddy when he started to invite you to his apartment just to watch movies and eat pizza. You were supposed to be naked under him as he fucked you stupid until it was time for him to take you home. You weren’t supposed to be wearing those pink pajama pants and laying on his chest as you watched some movie with Lindsay Lohan and Chris Pine.

Did you find Chris Pine attractive?

“Yes!” You confirmed “He’s cute with glasses and he’s on The Princess Diaries 2”

“I don’t know that one.”

“Have you never watched The Princess Diaries?” You asked, wide-eyed.

“Do I look like someone who watched something called The Princess Diaries?”

“You’re about to.” You threatened.

He sighed, but as soon as you woke up the next morning you made him watch the first part, and when it finished you watched the second one with Chris Pine. As he tried not to get jealous of a movie character (the fact that you sighed everytime he appeared didn’t help) he thought he didn’t know what love looked like, he didn’t know how to see it coming, no amount of romantic movies could teach him about love.

The memory of the moment he realized he was in love knocked on his door every night since you left his apartment that weekend. He remembered your red lips and the words they spoke and wished he could read between them, wished he could relive that night one more time just to see if he missed something, a clue that could help him solve the riddle in his mind.

Yoongi thought love looked like you and Holly sharing his bed, he thought it sounded like you saying his name in a whimper at night. It felt like your hands covering his when it was cold, It tasted like your strawberry lip gloss.

For a while he thought he had control of things, he thought he didn’t have to worry about what he said at Nayeon’s birthday. Yoongi should’ve known that things were out of his control when you asked about his birthday.

Yoongi didn’t like his birthday too much. When he was a kid he liked the presents and the cake but as he grew older the feeling started to wear out, presents started to disappear and his mom was far away in a different city to make him a cake. When he met Namjoon and Hoseok it changed, they forced him to go out and celebrate but he still felt that cloud of awkwardness that came with the passing of the years, like he was too old to celebrate.

“It’s just another day.” He would say.

Maybe it was the fact that Yoongi had to grow up quickly, not having much time for birthday cakes or colorful birthday parties, but when you noticed his birthday was just around the corner, you tried to make him say it.

Rolling on his bed with your phone in your hands, you put your head on his shoulder as he texted Hoseok about the track they were working on.

“You are a pisces, aren’t you?” You asked him, knowing damn well his sign.

“Uh, yeah, I think so.” Yoongi answered without taking his eyes off his phone.

“Do you know your rising?” He locked his phone and looked at you like you just asked him to solve a math problem.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your rising sign, Yoongi.” You said rolling your eyes, he was such a grandpa.

“I don’t know my rising sign, I don’t even know what that is.”

“Okay, what time were you born?” You asked, already looking for an internet page that could easily calculate Yoongi’s natal chart. Then, you started to explain to him what a natal chart was.

“I don’t believe in all that stuff.” He simply answered with his hands on his phone, typing a message to his mom that said “Mom, do you know what time I was born?”

Yoongi’s mom answered in just a few minutes, you typed his location, the time he was born and his birthday: march 9th, that was just three weeks away.

“You’re an aries rising…” You said scrolling through the chart, he looked curious, trying to understand the weird graphic shaped like a circle that showed on your phone.

“What is that?” He asked.

“Well, you know you’re pisces, that’s your solar sign which can say a lot about you but not enough. Your solar sign represents your inner self and rising your external self, like inside you’re a pisces but outside you show as an aries.” You explained to him “Which is quite interesting, you show like you’re fiery and strong but on the inside you’re emotional and sensitive.”

“You’re like, psychoanalyzing me now.” He laughed.

“See, it’s real.”

“I never said it was.”

“Anyway, your moon is in Virgo and Venus is in Aries, how about that?”

“Venus?” Yoongi asked again, you looked at him like he made a forbidden question, already feeling your cheeks burn.

“Venus is the planet of love.” You almost whispered, like it was a secret “Quite complicated, you want things right away and get bored easily.”

“How do you know all of that?” He asked again, bringing you closer to him by hugging your waist.

“I don’t know anything, but Nayeon does, she talks about it all the time and I learned some things.”

Yoongi nodded, taking his eyes off you. Then, he can’t help but ask one stupid question:

“What’s your venus?”

You bite back a smirk before answering.

“My venus is in taurus. So don’t get your hopes too high, we’re not compatible.”

You heard his laugh right next to your ear but then, nothing else. Suddenly it seemed like you remembered the main goal of the conversation.

“Your birthday is in three weeks.”

“You’re smart, I see.”

“What are you planning?”

“Nothing, it’s a tuesday. I have to work, you have to go to school. Probably just… I don’t know, sleep three hours more, that would be a good present.”

You rolled your eyes again.

“You should be doing something. You don’t turn twenty-eight everyday!”

Yoongi didn’t know, but you started to plan his birthday right at that moment.

“Come on!” You insisted. “You can say it’s just a dinner and everyone would know that after eating they have to leave.”

“I have to feed them, too?” He asked, laughing.

“Oh my God, Yoongi, you’re really that boring?”

“Not wanting to feed my friends on my birthday doesn’t mean I’m boring.”

“Yes, that means you’re boring. That’s literally the definition in the dictionary, look it up.”

He sighed again, thinking for a few seconds.

“Okay, I’ll be inviting them to eat. But as my birthday present I want you to cook for me.”

You looked at him, happy that you convinced him, grabbing his cheeks and pressing him a short but loud kiss on his lips.

“That’s the only thing you want?”

“Mmm… Maybe you in a babydoll, too.”

An ugly loud escaped from your mouth, making him laugh with you.

Three weeks later, you kissed him on the cheek and whispered the third happy birthday of the day before leaving his bed. Hours later when you finished your classes you looked for him in his studio with a box full of chocolate cupcakes in your hands.

He thanked you with a smile, grabbing your hips to sit you on his lap. As he chewed the first one he asked,

“These aren’t yours, are they?”

“No, these are from that lady friend of mine.”

“Grace?”

Grace was an old woman you had met in a pastry course months ago, you always envied her skills, she never seemed to struggle. Instead of hating her and her cupcakes you decided to be friends with her and steal all her secrets.

“Yes, I asked her to make them for your birthday, you know cupcakes aren’t my thing.”

“Tell her thank you.”

“I will, she wished you a happy birthday.”

Yoongi smiled and as you shared the cupcakes he imagined your conversation with Grace. Did you tell her it was your friend’s birthday?

You arrived at his apartment shortly after and he helped you place the food and drinks on the table and together waited for his friend to arrive. Yoongi couldn’t help but smile the whole night and towards the end of the dinner he looked at you and asked you if you were going to stay the night.

“If you want to.” You answered. He kissed you and he tasted your strawberry lip gloss.

When everyone went home you waited for him sitting at the edge of his bed. He grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

“Are you my present?” He asked.

“If you want to.” A mischievous smile tugged from the corner of your lips.

He took off your blouse and kissed your neck, you heard him scoff.

“What?”

“I’m a bit disappointed.” He confessed “About the babydoll, you know?”

You punched his arm “You’re kidding.” Yoongi’s shoulders started to shake as he laughed.

“Maybe for my next birthday. Or christmas.”

Yoongi felt like he was floating on a cloud for a whole week. You were next to him the whole time but he couldn’t help but feel that something was about to go terribly wrong.

Maybe things started to go wrong way before, but he felt it for the first time at one of Jungkook’s gatherings at his house. It was just him,Jungkook, Namjoon, Hoseok, Nayeon and you, everything was okay until Namjoon asked something.

“What about your girlfriend, when do we meet her?” He asked Jungkook.

“She’s not his girlfriend yet.” Nayeon answered for him. Everyone stared at her.

“What do you mean?” Jungkook questioned her.

Poor boy.

“Have you asked her?” You asked this time.

“Well… no, but..”

“Then she’s not your girlfriend.” Jungkook and every boy in the room looked at you like you just insulted him.

“Does it matter?” He was bold enough to ask.

“Of course it does.” Nayeon supported you.

“It’s important for a girl to know if a guy wants the whole deal.” You said.

Jungkook seemed to be one of the most attractive men in the world yet he still didn’t know shit about girls, but the worst thing was that Yoongi realized that he didn’t know shit either.

Of course he knew you weren’t his girlfriend, but he thought there was an unspoken agreement about your relationship. The bad part about unspoken agreements was that you couldn’t talk about them, you can’t talk about the terms of them, you can’t discuss them, you have to act like they don’t exist.

So where did that leave the two of you?

“Wouldn’t it be dumb to ask her?”

“You are dumb for asking that.” Nayeon informed him.

“You wouldn’t have an anniversary date otherwise.” You added.

Yoongi could see Jungkook made a mental note of asking his not-girlfriend to finally be his girlfriend. Then, he felt himself sinking in the couch next to you, feeling like he was staying behind, dragging you with him.

You came back to his house like every other night, laid on the bed laughing as you remembered a joke Hoseok made and how red Nayeon’s face turned because she couldn’t stop laughing. You told him that no other man was capable of getting more than a scoff from her. Yoongi managed to giggle and got in bed with you.

There was a heavy weight on his chest again, but no actions or words from you were capable of easing him this time. He hugged you from behind like it was the last time he was going to do it, like you were about to get up and leave. He fell asleep feeling like he was hugging the ghost of you.

How selfish he was, he thought; you woke up the next day and didn’t leave the bed until he did, it was one of those special mornings where he asked you to stay and you did. You looked at him with shiny eyes and he knew you felt the same for him, how many people could look at the person next to them and say the same thing?

Yoongi knew that people thought you were completely opposite from him, but he also knew that was not true. You both passionately loved music, you liked the comfort of silence, cooking together, every old sitcom airing after midnight that no one watched except the two of you. You liked driving around and going to the movies, you laughed at the same jokes and liked to help your friends whenever they needed it without complaining. You were similar and yet, he wished he could be a little more like you. He wished he could look at you the same way you were looking at him that morning without wanting to run away and hide forever.

Coward.

He was a coward, he couldn’t escape from that.

When he left you at your apartment he came back to his own and as he walked down the hallway he couldn’t help but feel he was walking towards the guillotine, towards a home which every corner reminded him of you but you weren’t there. His sheets smelled like the soft perfume you were wearing the night before and your coffee mug was freshly washed on the counter. He looked at your slippers, asking himself when he decided that to buy you a pair of slippers was normal? And when did he let you buy those curtains for him?

The next days were like hell.

He needed some time alone to think.

Yoongi and you almost never fought. You couldn’t call them fights, it was always a misunderstanding or something silly.

You remembered one time when Yoongi was upset with you because you forgot a date he had planned. It was okay, you thought it was a different day and you said sorry.

Two months ago he ruined all your notes when he spilled coffee all over them while he was trying to mess around with you. You got upset but it was okay, it was an accident and he helped to save some of the pages afterwards.

You almost never fought, why would you? Maybe Yoongi barely texting in the past four days could be a reason, but not really, he was working on this big project with Namjoon and Hoseok, you couldn’t blame him.

You texted him about it, just in case.

[You]: Is everything alright? Just checking.

[Yoongo]: Yeah, just tired from work

[You]: Okay, take care of yourself.

[Yoongo]: I will.

On Friday you decided to go to his apartment before he arrived from work. Using the spare key he gave you, you opened the door and took off your shoes before realizing the mess that his place was. Was he this busy?

Holly came running to greet you, he looked at you like he knew something that you didn’t.

“What happened here, Holly?” You asked, squatting down to greet him too.

There were a bunch of clothes in the chairs, shoes all over the place, two empty boxes of pizza on the table and those were the things you could notice at first glance. You figured you could help him, do a nice thing if he was stressed with work, he would have done the same thing for you.

You dropped your bag on the couch and started picking up some of the clothes, throwing them in the laundry basket or folding them to put them in his room. Holly followed you around as you put Yoongi’s shoes in their place and made the bed. You saw a few beer cans next to his music equipment, you grabbed them and threw them in the trash. It was hard to remember a time when Yoongi was so caught up with his work that his place ended up looking like this, you felt bad for not checking up on him sooner.

After an hour you sat on the couch, satisfied when the place didn’t look like a mess anymore. Yoongi didn’t have candles in his house but you wished you could light one after cleaning the place, so you made a mental note to buy him one. He would laugh at it at first because he’s not the type to light candles, but with time you would introduce him to the world of candles and he would like them, you would laugh at him then.

Holly laid his head on your lap and both of you waited for Yoongi to arrive.

You heard him opening the door a few hours later. When he entered you saw a very pale and very tired Yoongi. When he saw you he jumped a little, surprised to see you there.

“You scared me,” He murmured as he took off his shoes.

“Sorry, I thought it was okay if I… dropped by.” Your voice sounded hesitant, for some reason he didn’t look like everyday Yoongi. But he did not look tired, he looked exhausted. “Have you eaten?”

“Uhm… No…” He said as he looked around the living room, pressing his lips in a straight line, he stared at you like the mess was supposed to be there. “There’s some left overs in the fridge if you want. I’m gonna go ahead and try to sleep.”

You frowned and got up to follow him “Wait, have you been eating lately? You look very pale, Yoongi.”

“Yes, it’s okay. You don’t have to worry.”

“It didn’t look okay when I got here.” He opened his wardrobe and stared at it for a second.

“You didn’t have to do this.” He mentioned in a low tone.

“It was no problem, you said you were tired and I wanted to help.”

“Yeah but…” He said grabbing one of his tshirts “I didn’t ask you to.”

His words took you by surprise, you noticed he tried to sugarcoat them with a scoff but it didn’t work, it made it worse.

He disappeared in the bathroom without giving you a chance to respond to him. After a few seconds you heard the sound of the shower and then, nothing, just your thoughts.

What happened for him to be in such a bad mood? He always said thank you, no matter what.

You wait on his bed, thinking of what to say next.

When he came back he said nothing, you knew he was not going to.

“Is something wrong?” You asked and Yoongi looked at you then, bare feet wearing a blue blouse he had never seen before, wearing your hair up in a ponytail like you never did, looking like a foreigner on his bed when you were supposed to feel like home.

“No.” He answered.

“Then, what was that?”

“I just… I didn’t ask you to come here and take care of me. I don’t need it, that’s all.” He murmured, avoiding your gaze.

“I didn’t come here to take care of you, I just wanted to do something nice. Are you upset about something?”

“I already told you no.”

You take a second to think, you surely didn’t think Yoongi would be bothered by this. He was not the type of person who would be annoyed if someone touched his things, he didn’t care if someone looked into his wardrobe, certainly not you, who stole his clothes all the time. Have you done something that may upset him lately? You tried to think, but he seemed okay when he dropped you home the last time.

“You don’t sound like nothing is wrong…” You insisted.

Maybe a rational person would get up and leave, thinking that maybe he needed some time alone, but you weren’t quite the rational person, you were stubborn and you were worried about him.

But he just sighed as if he was already tired of the conversation, already tired of you.

“You know, I don’t want you to… confuse things.”

A pause.

“What do you mean you don’t want me to confuse things?” You toned changed and he noticed, but he couldn’t turn back now.

“You know what I mean.”

An uncomfortable silence settled in the room. You stared at him but he didn't stare at you, you tried to look for his gaze but you couldn’t, he ran away from you.

“I don’t know, actually.” You murmured.

“You don’t have to feel responsible for this.” He tried to explain “You don’t have to feel like you need to do these things, we are not, I’m… You’re not my girlfriend.”

You felt your stomach drop, his words echoed in the room and then, a moment. Reality hit your face because he was right, he was not lying, you weren’t his girlfriend, but why did it hurt when he said it like that?

The rational person would choose to leave, but you chose to be angry and stay.

“So you think that because I folded some of your clothes I’m acting like your girlfriend?” You spat.

“In general, yeah.” He just said.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Okay, I’m sorry.” He retracted himself “I shouldn’t have said that, but I mean it when I say that I don’t want you to confuse things anymore.”

Yoongi tried to act calm, but everytime he spoke it made you feel angrier.

“No, you shouldn’t have said that. You shouldn’t tell me not to act like your girlfriend because what have you been doing these past months, Yoongi?”

It was weird to see you angry. Yoongi had seen you sad, upset, happy, disappointed but never angry. When you were sad he wiped your tears and told you everything was okay, when you were upset he tried to make you laugh and forget about it, but he didn’t know what to do when you were angry, especially if you were angry at him.

“Well, maybe I should have been more careful and put limits to this, you’re right. That’s why I don’t want to talk about these past months, I…” You take a big step until you are facing him, his words get caught up in his throat. Maybe he knew you were right about more than one thing, but he didn’t want to admit it.

“Too bad.” You said “Because I do want to talk about these past months, like what the fuck was that whole thing at Nayeon’s birthday party and what the fuck is this?”

He raised his head and looked at you after a long time, he looked at you like you should have known, you should have been smarter.

You weren’t smart enough.

You sighed deeply, staring at his face you realized there’s no right answer for your questions, just a bunch of messed up, senseless reasons. It was a test and you failed. You felt it, it’s time to go home.

You took a step forward and tried to reach his bedroom door but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist and putting you back in the place that you were.

Let me go already, you thought.

“You know I can’t make any promises.” He said. For a moment you thought you saw a glimpse of the Yoongi you knew, but it disappeared in a second.

Yoongi always talked like that, for a while it flattered you but now it just made you want to vomit.

“You know how much I like that movie.” He would say. “You know I don’t like my coffee too sweet.” or, “You know I can’t keep my hands off you.”

You know, you know, you know. But sometimes you didn’t, even when you should have.

“But you did.” You answered “Countless of times you did, and now you want to act like you didn’t, like I invented everything in my head because I confuse things.”

You felt your eyes fill with tears. You tried hard not to cry but it was difficult to keep talking.

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

You wanted to scream.

“No, Yoongi.” You stopped him “That’s exactly what you meant. I was patient, I waited after you made me meet your friends, I waited after you made me meet your brother and I waited after Nayeon’s birthday but now I realize that I looked like a fool the whole time.”

“I never asked you to!” He exclaimed, you close your eyes as if that would make him disappear. “I never wanted you to wait for me, I told you I’m not built for this and you did whatever you wanted.”

A silent sob escaped from your lips but he didn’t stop because of it, he didn’t lean forward and tried to wipe the tears falling down your face. He stood there and waited for you to say something.

You took a step back and tried to look at him.

“Stop talking to me like that.” You said “You’re an adult, we both are. You should talk like one.”

Yoongi stares at you, paler than ever, not expecting what you were going to say next.

“You told me your ex girlfriend broke your heart, that you couldn’t trust people like that. The next month you gave me the keys to your place. You told me she was an alcoholic and almost destroyed your relationship with your family and friends, then you introduced me to your brother and every single one of your friends. You told me you can’t make any promises but on Nayeon’s birthday you told me I was the only one you wanted. I tried to stay away from all of this but you keep looking for me and don’t misunderstand, I would never stay if you don’t want me here, but what was all of that? Why are you acting like I’m the one who confused things when you were the one who confused me?”

Your face was all wet from your tears but he couldn’t say anything, he was speechless because how could he explain that he was a coward?

“Were you lying on Nayeon’s birthday?” Your voice trembled. “Why?”

“I wasn’t.” He confessed “But it’s hard to talk about it right now, I need time.”

You looked around the room, you stared at the bed, the mirror, his clothes that were yours as well, the space he had made on his desk next to him for you to study and the plant you gave to him. You knew this was not forever and you were lying if you said you didn’t see it coming. How could you allow yourself to feel at home with him?

The human being is not so complex, and you thought that you were the least complex human being to ever exist. You were weak, you failed the test.

“I can’t allow myself to wait for you anymore.” You whispered, feeling the tears falling down your face. “Not after everything you said.”

You started walking down the hallway and tried to reach for your shoes, you heard his steps behind you.

“No, don’t go yet.” Yoongi stopped you.

“I want to go home.”

“Don’t, please stay. We can talk about it later. It’s just… We don’t have to talk about it now.” He begged.

“I’m leaving.”

“I can fix this. Stay, please. It’s late, you don’t have to leave.” There was a certain despair in his voice, but you didn’t understand it. You couldn’t connect this Yoongi to the one who told you all those horrible things. You were too tired to try.

You wiped your tears with the sleeve of your blouse “I don’t want to stay here anymore. I don’t want to stay with you, I don’t want to see you.”

In his eyes you could see that your words hurt him, but you didn’t care, he did it first.

“I’ll sleep on the couch and I’ll leave you alone for the night if you want but please, stay. Stay and we’ll think about it and talk about it later.”

He’s not willing to let you go, not tonight at least. You wipe your tears once again and think about it for a second. Then, you said,

“You know something? In my mind you needed to say just one thing for me to stay, and just one thing for me to leave. But not this, never this.”

You start walking towards his room again, feeling like the dumbest person on earth, coming back to the place where he destroyed you just a few seconds ago. When you reached the door you closed it behind you.

Yes, you stayed the night, but when the morning came you left before he knew it.

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#min yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #bts au #min yoongi one shot #min yoongi x oc #bts smut #min yoongi x reader #fic: so it goes #yoongi one shot #yoongi fanfiction #yoongi fanfic #yoongi imagine #one shot #fic: ghost of you

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mattybraps10 · 5 months

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He Could Be The One | Trevor Zegras x Reader

Summary: After a long day of travelling, y/n and the guys settle in to watch a movie.

Word Count: ~916

By: M

part one | part three

PART TWO: Dinner and a Movie

Trevor's room is the complete opposite of what I was expecting. Instead of piles of dirty clothes and the occasional empty water bottle thrown on the ground, everything was neatly put in its place, freshly cleaned clothes folded on the edge of the pristinely made bed, waiting to be put away. I put my bag on the floor and start unpacking the essentials. I walk into the bathroom, surprised to see that Trevor does not in fact use a 9-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, body wash, etc. Instead, he has a variety of products, ranging from shampoo and conditioner to a step-by-step skin care routine. I placed my dopp kit on the counter next to the sink, carefully arranging my skin care products beside his. I then placed my hairbrush on the counter alongside my toothbrush and toothpaste, humming Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift to myself. I look up into the mirror, surprised to see Trevor leaning on the door frame behind me.

"Oh! How long have you been there?" I ask, completely startled.

"Not long at all actually... I was just going to ask if you wanted to come down for dinner. Jamie and Jack ordered pizza." He smiles, stepping back to let me through the door.

"Yeah! That sounds great thanks!" I say, starting down the stairs, looking over my shoulder to see him following close behind me.

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"Thanks for getting my favorite pizza!" I say to Jack, helping him load the dishwasher.

"Of course y/n. I know how picky you are." He laughs, shoving me playfully with his shoulder.

I laugh, throwing my head back and once again noticing Trevor staring at me over the back of the couch.

"Guys. Time for a movie!" He calls, when he realizes I've noticed his stare.

"Ugh... Fine. But, I am not watching Parent Trap with you again." Jack says, addressing me.

My favorite movie has been The Parent Trap with Lindsay Lohan from before I can remember. Every time we sit down to watch a movie, it's the first suggestion I bring to the table. I remember when Jack finally gave in and let us watch it, only to become annoyed when he realized I had the whole thing memorized. Naturally, I quoted the movie back to him as we watched.

"Ok whatever." I reply rolling my eyes and walking over to take my place beside Jamie on the couch.

Before I can sit down, however, Jack rushes in front of me practically throwing himself onto the couch.

"Sorry! This seat's taken!" Jack says, looking up at me as if he didn't just steal my spot.

He turns towards the empty spot on the couch between Trevor and Jamie. I laugh to myself thinking there's no way Jack's gonna leave me to sit with Trevor, but, he makes no move to stand, and instead starts laughing at me. I roll my eyes at him, taking my seat next to Trevor and scooting way too close to Jamie.

"Ok, since you got to pick your seat, I get to pick the movie..." I start.

"Um- No. Actually I get to pick the movie, since I have to room with you." Trevor sneers, cutting me off.

"Well, actually... I think that's a great idea." I nod to him, deciding to be nice for once.

"You... What?" He says, shocked that I could say such a thing.

"You heard me." I reply with a smirk on my face.

After a long debate between Trevor and Jamie over who gets to actually use the remote to turn on the movie, Trevor wins and picks 10 Things I Hate About You.

The opening credits start, and as Kat's song starts blasting from her car drowning out the girls next to her, I turn to Trevor curious as to why he picked one of my favorite romantic comedies of all time.

"Trevor... Why did you pick this movie? It doesn't really strike me as something you would watch..."

"Oh? What? Because I play hockey I can't like romantic movies? You're so stereotypical." He rolls his eyes, turning back to the movie and muttering about something I can't quite hear.

We all watch the movie in silence, laughing when appropriate. By the time Kat is dancing on the table at Bogey Lowenstein's party, my eyes have become heavy. After a long day of travelling, I find myself drifting off to sleep leaning my head on the thing closest to me, which just so happens to be the shoulder of an unsuspecting Trevor Zegras. He jumps a bit, but, I am so tired that I don't really care. I nestle my head into his shoulder as he wraps his arm around me, pulling me close. I drift in and out of consciousness for the rest of the movie, tuning into snippets of conversations between Jamie, Jack, and Trevor.

"Trevor. Did you really pick 10 Things I Hate About You because you like it?" Jack asks curious to know why the movie was chosen.

"I- Uh- Well... No. I actually chose it because I remember watching it with y/n for her 15th birthday..." He sighs.

"OH MY GOD DUDE!" Jamie wheezes. "YOU-" I drift off again.

I wake up to a strong set of arms carrying me upstairs. All I feel is the warmth of a chest, and I nestle in, taking in the familiar scent.

"Ok, n/n. Time for bed." The voice says, gently placing my head against a soft pillow, and tucking me under the blanket. I drift off to sleep happy to be in a comfortable bed surrounded by a sweet honey-filled scent.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #hockey fanfiction

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munsonsduchess · 10 months

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Toying with the idea of an Eddie x Reader camp counsellor fic but make it summer slasher.

You needed a summer job, this place was hiring, it seems like easy money. You’re all stuck in a sleep away camp that’s been going since the 60s and there are rumours of some Friday the 13th shit happening but everyone chalks it up to local rumour and former counsellors trying to scare campers around the campfire.

Eddie is there to help with the music program since the camp director scouted him out personally. You and he bond over tapes you both brought with you and then ofc everything goes to hell in a hand basket.

Turns out the local legend wasn’t just a scary campfire story.

It’s very Camp Nightwing, Friday the 13th but also Lindsay Lohan’s Freaky Friday.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #sleep away camp #slasher summer #duchess.txt #what do you guys think?#the above mentioned is my only frame of reference here #i’ve never actually been to a sleep away camp

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prismatica-the-strange · 2 years

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omgomg do you think you could do an eddie x punk/goth reader where he helps them pierce their nose 🥺

Warnings: 18+, Needles. I've never gotten my nose pierced and my knowledge of at-home piercing stops at the Lindsay Lohan Parent Trap and Unus Annus.

If you plan to get something pierced, please go to someone who knows what they're doing. Not Claire's tho.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x GN!reader (not particularly punk or goth, sorry 😅)

"You have done this before, right Eds?" You sit on his bed, leg bouncing nervously as he grabs what he needs.

"For the twelfth time, Y/n/n, yes," he rolls his eyes, back still towards you, "Cameron Jonas loved the piercing I did for him. And so did Patty Owens- Gotcha!"

He holds up a small book of needles and turns to set them next to you, and he sees how on-edge you look.

"Hey," he takes your slightly shaking hands in his, "If you're not up for this, I can put this stuff away and we can watch some stupid rom-com and eat junkfood."

"No, no I'm okay," you assure him.

"Yeah?" He grins when you nod, kissing your hands, "Good! Cause you'll look so hot with your nose pierced."

He grabs some ice from the freezer and hands you a cube, moving your hand to hold it against the side of your nose, "You hold that there."

He opens the needle book and pulls one out. The piece of metal is small in his hands, but it still looks damn huge to be going through your skin.

Now you've never been super freaked of needles before, flu shots had always gone quickly and uneventful. But that didn't mean you were over joyed to have one jabbed through the side of your nose by your boyfriend.

"Now remember," your eyes flicker from where he's sterilizing it with a lighter to his eyes, "You can tell me to stop at any point, okay?"

"Uh-huh," you swallow hard.

"You'll be okay, Y/n," His voice is soothing, "I promise I'll take good care of you... And that pretty little nose of yours."

"And... okay, that cool. How's that ice workin?"

"My nose is cold."

"Well yeah," he laughs, "You getting numb yet?"

"A little."

"Lemme see," he nudges your hand away and pinches your nose a couple different ways, "You feel that?... what about that?... oh c'mon you gotta feel that."

You can't help but giggle at his teasing.

"Put that back on there," he playfully shoves the ice back on your nose.

After a few minutes he sits next to you, "You ready?"

"Y-yeah."

"Okay, relax your face," he says, "As cute as your scrunched up nose is, this'll work better if you calm those face muscles."

You take a breath, and let your face fall as neutral as possible. But as soon as he starts getting close with the needle you grab his knee and make a small noise.

"You alright?" He asks quietly, "We can stop."

You look at those pretty brown eyes of his, looking at you so softly.

"No," you shake your head, "Let's do this."

"Just a prick and a pinch," he reminds you, needle coming in again.

You squeeze your eyes shut as tight as you can while keeping your face relaxed, fingers gripping the frayed treads of his torn jeans.

You whimper when you feel the weird pressure of the needle through the slight numbness from the ice.

"Sh..." he hushes, "Almost done."

The numbness started to fade as he fiddles and the sting makes you hiss.

"One more second and... there we go, all done."

You crack your eyes open, every shift in muscle causing slight soreness.

"Does... Does it look good?"

"It looks fucking awesome Y/n/n!" He's all giddy. He pulls you to your feet and to the mirror, "Look for yourself."

You look at yourself in the glass, eyes falling on the black titanium stud in the side of your nose.

"Bitchin," you mutter, making him burst into laughter.

"Absolutely Bitchin'," He grins against your neck, "You got anything else you want me to pierce?"

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