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[ilovemmyy]

John logan x reader- “i want you back”

warnings- none

wc- ~900

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The breakup wasn't explosive.

There wasn't screaming.

There weren't slammed doors.

Just two people sitting in silence, realizing love wasn't enough when neither of them knew how to communicate anymore.

"I think we need some space," Logan had said quietly.

You nodded, even though every part of you wanted to beg him to stay.

"If that's what you want."

It wasn't.

It wasn't what either of you wanted.

But neither of you stopped it.

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Three weeks later.

John Logan had become an expert at pretending he was fine.

His teammates believed him.

His roommates believed him.

Even his coach believed him.

But every night, he'd unlock his phone, scroll to your contact, type out a message...

...and delete it.

"I miss you."

Delete.

"Can we talk?"

Delete.

"I made a mistake."

Delete.

He figured you were happier without him.

That was easier to believe than admitting he'd let the best thing in his life walk away.

—

You weren't doing much better.

Your friends kept insisting you should "get back out there."

So eventually, you agreed to go to a party.

You smiled when people talked to you.

Laughed when they told jokes.

Pretended you were okay.

Then, from across the room...

You saw him.

Logan.

He had just walked in with a couple of teammates, laughing at something one of them said.

The second he looked up...

His smile disappeared.

There you were.

You looked beautiful.

You always did.

But seeing you without him felt... wrong.

Like someone had taken the air out of the room.

Neither of you looked away.

"Logan?"

One of his teammates snapped their fingers.

"You coming?"

He nodded absentmindedly.

"Yeah."

But he wasn't listening.

He couldn't.

Not when you were standing twenty feet away.

—

An hour later, you stepped outside onto the back porch to escape the noise.

You barely had time to breathe before the screen door opened behind you.

"I had a feeling you'd come out here."

You turned.

Logan.

Hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie.

Hair messy.

Looking just as exhausted as you felt.

"You still hate crowded parties."

A small laugh escaped you.

"You remembered."

"I remember everything."

Silence settled between you.

Finally, he spoke.

"You look good."

"So do you."

Another silence.

The kind that used to feel comfortable.

Now it just hurt.

"How've you been?" he asked.

You shrugged.

"I'm surviving."

His jaw tightened.

"Yeah."

"Me too."

Neither of you believed the other.

"I miss you."

The words slipped out before Logan could stop them.

Your eyes widened.

He closed his eyes for a second.

"There."

He laughed bitterly.

"I finally said it."

Your heart ached.

"Logan..."

"I've been trying not to."

"I kept telling myself you were better off."

"I kept telling myself I'd get over you."

He looked at you, his voice quieter now.

"I haven't."

You looked away before he could see the tears gathering in your eyes.

"I miss you too."

His head snapped up.

"You do?"

"Every day."

You laughed softly through your tears.

"I still reach for my phone to text you whenever something funny happens."

"I still expect you to be the first person I tell everything to."

Logan swallowed hard.

"I still sleep on my side of the bed."

"I can't bring myself to take over your space."

You wiped at your eyes.

"I even ordered your favorite coffee by accident last week."

He smiled sadly.

"I still drive past your apartment hoping I'll accidentally see you."

You looked at him.

"You do?"

"More than I'd like to admit."

"I messed up."

His voice cracked.

"I got comfortable."

"I stopped telling you how much you meant to me because I thought you'd just... know."

He shook his head.

"That wasn't fair to you."

"I should've fought harder."

"I should've listened more."

"I should've chosen us instead of assuming we'd always be okay."

He stepped a little closer.

"I'm not asking you to forget what happened."

"I'm not asking you to pretend everything was perfect."

He took a shaky breath.

"I'm just asking..."

His eyes searched yours.

"...if there's any part of you that still wants this."

Your tears finally spilled over.

"I never stopped wanting this."

Relief washed over his face so quickly it almost made you cry harder.

"You didn't?"

"I was just waiting for you to come back."

Logan let out a laugh that sounded suspiciously like a sob.

"I've wanted you back since the second I walked away."

He reached for your hand slowly, giving you every chance to pull away.

You didn't.

Your fingers slid into his like they belonged there.

"I don't want another goodbye," you whispered.

"There won't be one."

"You can't promise that."

"No."

He smiled gently.

"But I can promise that next time things get hard..."

He squeezed your hand.

"...I'll stay."

You stepped into his arms.

The hug wasn't dramatic.

There were no grand declarations.

Just relief.

The kind that comes from finally finding your way back to the person who still feels like home.

Logan rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you."

You smiled through your tears.

"I know."

Then you laughed.

"But you're going to have to work to earn me back."

He grinned for the first time in weeks.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Because this time, getting back together wasn't about pretending the past never happened.

It was about choosing each other again.

And this time...

Neither of you was letting go.

[ilovemmyy]

love island better give us another vote so we can give titi, KC, Corbin, and the cat girl a one way ticket HOME

[ilovemmyy]

jealous dean di laurentis x reader

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Dean Di Laurentis wasn’t jealous.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself.

So what if some guy from your economics class had been talking to you for the last twenty minutes at a party?

So what if he’d made you laugh three times?

So what if his hand had brushed yours when he handed you a drink?

Dean wasn’t jealous.

Not at all.

“Dude.”

Dean looked over to find Garrett Graham trying—and failing—not to laugh.

“You’ve been staring at them for ten minutes.”

“I haven’t.”

“You literally haven’t blinked.”

Dean tore his eyes away from you and took a sip of his beer.

“I don’t care.”

“Sure.”

Across the room, the guy leaned closer to you, and Dean’s jaw clenched.

Garrett snorted.

“Oh, you’re down bad.”

“Shut up.”

“You know you could just go talk to her.”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“I don’t need to.”

Five seconds later, he was already walking across the room.

By the time he reached you, the guy was in the middle of some story that had you smiling.

Dean immediately wrapped an arm around your waist.

“Hey, babe.”

You looked up in surprise.

“Dean?”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

The guy’s smile faltered.

Good.

“Who’s your friend?” Dean asked casually.

The guy introduced himself.

Dean immediately forgot his name.

All he cared about was the way the guy kept looking at you.

After a few awkward minutes, the guy finally excused himself and disappeared into the crowd.

The second he was gone, you turned toward Dean.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That.”

You gestured between the two of you.

“The arm around my waist. The kissing my forehead. The death stare.”

“I wasn’t giving him a death stare.”

You raised an eyebrow.

Dean sighed.

“Fine.”

“You were jealous.”

“I was not.”

“You absolutely were.”

Dean groaned.

“You laughed at his jokes.”

“Because they were funny.”

“You touched his arm.”

“He handed me a drink.”

“You smiled at him.”

You stared.

Dean stared back.

Then you burst out laughing.

“Oh my God.”

“It’s not funny.”

“It kind of is.”

Dean crossed his arms.

You stepped closer.

“Dean.”

“What?”

Your smile softened.

“You’re the one I’m leaving this party with.”

The tension instantly left his shoulders.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Dean tried to play it cool.

Failed completely when you kissed him.

When you pulled away, he was grinning like an idiot.

“You know,” you said, “you get really clingy when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

You laughed.

Dean pulled you against him.

“Okay,” he admitted quietly.

“Maybe a little.”

“A little?”

“Fine.”

He buried his face in your neck.

“A lot.”

Your laughter echoed through the room as Dean held you tighter, deciding he didn’t care how ridiculous he looked.

As long as everyone knew you were his

[ilovemmyy]

Bombshell, Corbin x reader

warnings- none

Ever since the first day in the villa, y/n never found someone who gave her the spark

most people - Melanie and sincere- hit it off right away, but y/n never saw anyone who caught her interest.

sure, she talked to a couple of guys, like her very first couple, zach, but they didn’t have the same interest. Then, she pulled some people but they never clicked.

but then he came in.

Well, technically, he wasn’t in the villa yet.

The girls were in the middle of the challenge, laughing as the boys got covered in slime after answering questions wrong.

Y/n wasn’t really paying attention anymore. The challenge was fun, but her mind kept wandering. It had been days in the villa, and she still hadn’t found a connection that felt right.

Then it was her turn.

After choosing a boy for the challenge, production directed her away from the group.

Confused, she followed the path until she reached a door.

“What is this?” she laughed to herself.

The second she stepped inside, she froze.

Sitting on a couch was a tall brunette guy she’d never seen before.

A bombshell.

Corbin.

He looked up and smiled.

“Hey.”

Y/n’s stomach immediately flipped.

Out of every scenario she’d imagined, finding a secret bombshell hidden in a room definitely wasn’t one of them.

“Wait—you’re the surprise?” she asked, laughing.

Corbin grinned.

“I guess so.”

For the first time since entering the villa, y/n felt herself genuinely excited.

Not forcing conversation.

Not trying to convince herself there could be something there.

Actually excited.

The two talked for a few minutes, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. Every answer led to another question. Every joke made the other laugh.

But as much as she enjoyed talking to him, there was one thing sitting in the back of her mind.

The girls who had gone before her.

The smiles they came back with.

The giggles.

The way they avoided eye contact when anyone asked what happened.

Y/n had a feeling she already knew.

And she was right.

By the time all the girls had met him, the villa was buzzing.

Corbin had kissed multiple girls.

Some quick.

Some not so quick.

And suddenly every conversation around the fire pit seemed to be about him.

Normally, that would’ve been enough to make y/n lose interest.

But annoyingly…

It didn’t.

Because while everyone else was talking about the kisses, all she could think about was their conversation.

The way he made her laugh.

The way he actually listened when she spoke.

The way, for the first time since entering the villa, she felt that little spark she’d been waiting for.

the way they didn’t even have to kiss for her to know they had a connection.

The only problem?

She wasn’t the only girl feeling it.

Not even close.

And as she looked around the villa that night, watching every girl steal glances at Corbin, y/n realized getting to know him wasn’t going to be easy.

Because if she wanted a chance with Corbin, she’d have competition.

a lot of it

[ilovemmyy]

“trinity does make me feel in love” im sick. i need trinity to lock in or she gonna pmo

[ilovemmyy]

Caleb x reader

warnings: none

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Casa Amor.

The two words every girl in a strong couple fears hearing. One minute you’re confident in your relationship, and the next you’re separated from your partner, left wondering what he’s doing in another villa full of new girls.

You never thought those words would scare you.

Not after everything you and Caleb had been through.

Ever since the recoupling, things had felt easy between the two of you. There were no awkward conversations, no uncertainty. Just stolen glances across the villa, late-night chats on the daybeds, and the comfort of knowing exactly where you stood with each other.

Or at least, you thought you did.

The girls were lounging around the fire pit when the familiar text tone echoed through the villa.

Immediately, everyone’s heads snapped up.

“Oh my God,” Kenzie gasped.

You felt your stomach drop before the message was even read.

One of the girls opened it.

“Islanders, it’s time for the ultimate test. #CasaAmor #ExpectTheUnexpected”

Screams erupted around the villa.

Some excited.

Some terrified.

You just sat there.

Because the only thing running through your mind was Caleb.

Across the lawn, he was already standing with the boys, looking just as shocked as you felt.

Your eyes met.

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Then he gave you a small smile.

The kind that normally calmed every nerve in your body.

This time, it didn’t work.

Hours later, suitcases lined the front of the villa.

The boys were leaving.

You tried your best to act calm, but the closer it got to goodbye, the harder it became.

Caleb pulled you aside near the pool.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You laughed nervously. “Do I look okay?”

He smiled.

“No.”

For a moment neither of you spoke.

The villa suddenly felt quieter.

Smaller.

Like everyone else had disappeared.

“I hate this,” you admitted.

“Me too.”

You looked down at your hands.

“What if everything changes?”

Caleb gently lifted your chin.

“Then we’ll deal with it.”

His voice was steady.

Confident.

Like he wasn’t worried at all.

But when you looked into his eyes, you could tell he was.

“I don’t want to get to know anyone else,” he said quietly. “I’m happy with what I’ve got.”

Your heart squeezed.

“You better remember that when six bombshells walk through the door.”

He laughed.

“I could say the same thing to you.”

Before you could respond, the girls started calling everyone over.

It was time.

The boys began grabbing their bags.

You watched Caleb sling his suitcase over his shoulder.

Every step he took toward the exit felt wrong.

Then, right before he left, he turned around.

His eyes immediately found yours.

“I’ll see you soon, yeah?”

You nodded.

“Yeah.”

One last smile.

One last look.

Then he was gone.

The villa doors closed behind the boys.

And just like that, Casa Amor had begun.

You told yourself everything would be fine.

That Caleb meant every word he said.

That your connection was strong enough to survive a few days apart.

But later that night, lying awake in bed, staring at the empty space where he normally sat during late-night conversations, doubt slowly crept into your mind.

Because no matter how much you trusted him…

Casa Amor changes everything.

[ilovemmyy]

Love island season 8 fanfic

Caleb x fem! reader

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At first, being coupled up with Corbin wasn’t terrible. He was sweet, funny, and easy to talk to, but there was never really a spark. The two of you spent most of your time joking around like friends while everyone else seemed to be building real connections.

The problem was Caleb.

Ever since America had paired Kenzie with him, you’d tried your best not to think about him. But the stolen glances across the villa, the late-night conversations by the fire pit, and the way he always seemed to find you in a crowd made it impossible to ignore your feelings.

Now, as the sun disappeared behind the villa and the recoupling drew closer, your stomach twisted into knots.

The love letter sat unfinished in your lap.

You had already started three different versions and crumpled each one up. If you wrote Caleb’s name, there was no guarantee he would choose you back. Kenzie was still coupled with him, and nobody knew what he was thinking.

“What are you writing?” Corbin asked as he dropped into the seat beside you.

You quickly covered the paper. “Nothing.”

He laughed. “That bad, huh?”

You smiled nervously. “Something like that.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then Corbin sighed. “For what it’s worth, I hope you write to whoever makes you happiest.”

His words caught you off guard.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

Corbin gave you a knowing look. “Come on, Y/N. We both know we’re more friends than anything.”

A wave of relief washed over you.

“So you’re not upset?”

“Nah,” he said, nudging your shoulder. “I’d rather see you happy than stuck in a friendship couple.”

As he walked away, you looked back down at the paper.

This time, you didn’t hesitate.

Dear Caleb,

From the moment we started talking, you’ve made me feel comfortable being myself. No matter who we’re coupled up with, I always find myself looking forward to our conversations. Tonight, I’m taking a chance because I’d rather be honest than wonder ‘what if.’

As you finished the letter, your phone suddenly buzzed.

Islanders, tonight there will be a recoupling. Please gather around the fire pit immediately. #FollowYourHeart #NoMoreSecrets

[ilovemmyy]

so like does anyone have any good love island fanfics …