#i think about their story every moment of every day

[dollbrbie]

♡ ⸝⸝ HOW THE AGE GAP AFFECTS YOUR RELATIONSHIP

cw. toji & panther!reader, age gap, smut kinda so mdni

EXPERIENCE

with yours and toji’s age gap being around a decade, there’s definitely a huge difference in experience. this doesn’t necessarily just mean with sex, but it’s safe to say toji has been round the block a little. after all, he’s an attractive man so it wasn’t unexpected when he had said he was experienced. it did start to make you feel a little out of place, though. you just felt so innocent compared to him. but, toji will never want his girl to feel unsure about herself when he’s around.

“you don’t need to get so worked up about it, sweetheart. i can always teach ‘ya.”, he’ll say with his signature smirk, and in that moment, you don’t feel so bad about it.

LIFESTYLE

with that being said, toji has a lot of life experience compared to you. he’s had his fun in his twenties, partying and drinking, the one night stands that come with it. now, he just wants to settle down. he spends most of his weekends at home when he’s not working at the club. and trust me, he’s not working there because he loves the atmosphere. whenever he does go out, it’ll be with a few of his friends just to have a couple beers.

with you though, you wanna have your fun! you’re still young and you haven’t really lived you life yet. so, you and your girls will regularly go out clubbing, to the bar or to some festival. and while toji will always fund you for it, he’s never going to be happy about it. he knows what goes on there as a guy. it’s not like he doesn’t trust you, he just doesn’t trust the other men around you and he really wishes you’d understand that better.

ARGUMENTS

this links back to the last point. while arguments are pretty rare between you two, when they do happen, it’s very clear the age difference and maturity between you both and most of the time it’s because of your lifestyle. you can get pretty fiery at times, always defending yourself, while toji just can’t deal with it. he’s the type of guy who’ll just walk off during arguments when they get heated, leaving you to overthink and think the absolute worst. he just thinks he’s too old for it.

and sometimes, you can even get a little petty. posting on your instagram story when you’re at the club, maybe showing a hint of some guys shoulder. yeah, it’s kinda toxic, but toji knows you better than to ever cheat on him. but it definitely gets him riled up the way you want him to.

afterwards, you always find yourself beneath him, having him fuck your brains out just the way you wanted. he knows you do this on purpose, but he can’t help but fall for it every time.

FRIENDS & FAMILY

this one is a hit and miss. your friends have known toji for just as long as you have, so they’re more than okay with your relationship with him. even when you’re not out with them, toji will look out for your girls, making sure weird guys stay away from them, watching over in case of anything suspicious. honestly, they love him and your relationship.

however, your family definitely don’t approve as much. you can’t really blame them too much, they’re just trying to look out for you. and with toji’s appearance, he’s not really giving the boy next door vibes. they never invite him round for family gatherings or dinner, they kinda just.. ignore him. after their countless attempts, they know they’ll get an earful from you if they say anything too out of order, so they just let you do you at this point. they have the mindset that hopefully you’ll grow up one day and realise that your relationship isn’t gonna last.

but toji is determined, he’s been made very aware that your family don’t particularly love him. but, he knows you’re the one, the one he wants to spend the rest of his life with. so he’ll try and try and try again until he gets it right. because one day, he wants to be putting a ring on your finger, and he certainly doesn’t want your dad scowling at him whilst walking you down the isle.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 SERIES MASTERLIST

[slutoru1207]

Is it alright if you make an invincible story where Mark and the reader started out as childhood friends. He dated Amber, then Eve then next is the reader. Then after that have been together for a long while now, Mark would have some crazy baby fever. Please?🥺🙏

Ooh, I love this idea!💞🥹 It’s got the perfect mix of nostalgia, romance, and a hint of humor with Mark’s baby fever. Here’s how it could go:

You and Mark had known each other for as long as you could remember. Childhood friends, then more, though neither of you really understood the difference when you were younger.

You’d both been through a lot—he with his journey to becoming Invincible, and you, just by his side through all of it. You’d been there when he dated Amber, then again when he had that short-lived relationship with Eve. But now? Now it was you and him. You’d been together for years, and every day with Mark was something new, yet always familiar, like the way he made you laugh with his clumsy yet endearing superhero stunts or the way he’d always hold your hand in public like it was a quiet declaration of his love.

Mark was the guy in your life, and somehow, it still felt like nothing had changed, even after all the twists and turns. The love between you had grown stronger, deeper, more solid with time. It was perfect, or at least it felt that way until one thing started taking over his thoughts.

It had started out subtle. A conversation here and there, as you’d talk about your future—about what it would look like a few years down the road. You'd been dreaming together, as you always did, about the house you might have someday, the trips you’d take, the quiet moments you’d share.

But lately, Mark’s eyes seemed to linger a little longer when he saw baby ads on TV. Or when he’d get super excited when a new friend or family member would have a baby.

At first, you thought it was a passing thing.

But then... it wasn’t.

One evening, as you two sat on the couch together, flipping through channels, Mark’s gaze was fixed on a commercial for a baby product. You didn’t think much of it until you noticed how still he was. His lips parted as if he were about to say something.

“Mark?” you called, tilting your head.

He blinked and snapped out of it, looking at you with a sheepish smile. "Sorry, I was... thinking."

You raised an eyebrow, suspicious. "About what?"

Mark shifted in his seat, then hesitated. His voice lowered, and his eyes were slightly sheepish. “About... babies.”

You couldn't help but laugh lightly. "Babies? As in, your babies?"

He looked over at you, eyes wide with a mix of excitement and hesitation. "Yeah... I don't know, it’s just... I mean, you know, we’ve been together for a while now, and I’ve been thinking..."

"Thinking about what?" you asked, leaning toward him, curiosity piqued.

Mark’s face softened. "About how nice it would be to have a little one around. Someone to love and take care of. Maybe someone who looks like us." He added quickly, "Not right now, of course! I mean, I’m just thinking about it. But I don’t know, I can’t help but get excited whenever I see something about babies."

Your heart warmed at the idea of Mark getting all soft over the thought of having a little family someday. But you still couldn’t stop teasing. "So, you’re having baby fever, huh?"

Mark rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his cheeks a little red. “Maybe... just a little. But it’s not just that! It’s the whole family thing, you know? A future with you... with us... It just sounds so perfect.”

You chuckled, sitting next to him. “Well, I’m glad you’re excited. But we’ve still got a lot to figure out before that happens, don’t we?”

Mark nodded, but his gaze was soft, dreamy. "Yeah... but one day, I just want to hold our baby in my arms, y’know? Teach them stuff. Be there for them."

You smiled, your heart melting at how genuine and tender his voice was. You wrapped your arms around him, snuggling into his side. "It’s a nice dream, Mark. And when the time’s right, we’ll make it happen. But for now, we can just enjoy the thought of it, right?"

"Yeah," he agreed softly, his arm wrapping around you tightly. "Right. But don’t be surprised if I start getting a little more obsessed with baby stuff around here."

It didn’t take long for Mark’s baby fever to escalate. Soon, he was the one who kept bringing up the idea of starting a family. Every time you’d talk about your future together, he'd slip in something about how awesome it would be to have kids, how he could already picture it. His enthusiasm was adorable, even if it was a little overwhelming at times.

One day, you came home to find him watching a parenting video on YouTube, his eyes wide with wonder as he took in every word. You stared at him, hands on your hips. “Mark... you really have it bad, huh?”

He looked up at you, a grin stretching across his face. “I mean, it’s all very important stuff. I gotta be prepared, right?”

You laughed. “You’re adorable. But I’m not going to let you get a baby before we even finish organizing the living room.”

Mark pouted dramatically, but you could see the spark of excitement in his eyes, even if he tried to hide it behind a little humor. “Hey, I’m just saying. Maybe we should go ahead and practice.”

You arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? How would you practice?”

Before you could react, Mark scooped you up into his arms, his grip strong but warm. “I’ll take care of everything. Starting with you.”

You laughed, enjoying the warmth of his embrace. "You're impossible."

But, for once, it felt right. You could already picture it: the two of you, growing a family, starting the next chapter of your lives together. And you couldn’t wait.

[lokisladdie1232]

“Are you Seige? The Librarian?” spoke a timid voice.

A boy with unruly dark hair and wide blue eyes gripped the tattered and yellowing pages of a book, his figure a blot against the pale and cloudless sky.

“First, answer me. Who are you?”

Upon closer inspection, the book the boy held had the title of Don Quixote. A rare book, but a classic of older days.

“My name is Zenith.”

Zenith. A powerful name, a name that holds magic. His parents have put a lot of responsibility on his shoulders with such a name. Success is something that every human strives for. They strive to reach their peak, their… Zenith. Perhaps this boy is important. He is carrying a book.

“Yes. I am Siege, the Librarian. Why have you come here, young Zenith?” I ask, eyeing the book.

I would like to place it in the Vault. The Vault was something started by my mentor in his youth. He saw the decline of reading, and collected as many books as possible. The Vault is a large, well protected, and meticulously constructed library, holding all the books that are left in the world. Every book has been carefully catalogued. Except for this one, apparently.

“… I found this book. We don’t read anymore… but… I would like to learn,” the boy whispered, as if ashamed of himself for seeking knowledge.

I take a careful look at the boy. He’s not much to look at. Again, unruly dark hair, blue eyes, some freckles. Zenith’s clothing is a tattered and torn mess. Like he hasn’t had a proper set of clothes in a long time. Sighing, I let the boy in.

“Come in, young Zenith.”

The boy steps inside. At first glance, the space is nothing more than a small house. But I know the secrets. I know every nook and cranny of this place like the back of my hand. In all my three hundred years of being the Librarian, I have never had someone seek knowledge. The desire to read faded before I was born, and now… there is one.

“How about I get you some fresh clothing, Zenith?” I say softly, setting a fresh cup of tea in his trembling hands.

Zenith nods, taking a tentative sip at the tea, before delving in despite the burning on his tongue from the temperature. I rummage through my things, it’s been a long time since I’ve been around a child. However, I manage to find a set of clothes that look like they’ll fit. After a few moments, Zenith is in the fresh clothes. He looks a lot better.

“Will you teach me?” he asks.

“Teach you to read? Why do you with to know?”

“Because I’ve heard that books hold so many stories. More than humans can hold in their heads. I want to read all the stories in the world.”

I actually give the boy a small smile, “An ambitious undertaking. Even I have not read all the stories in the world. I will teach you to read.”

And so, I did. Months spent teaching him the basics, such as letters, sounds, and so on. When he would leave sometimes, he would return with a curious friend. Eventually, I had a gaggle of young children… eager to learn. Zenith and his newfound friends picked up how to read, and then wanted to know how to write. A small piece of a generation craved the lost knowledge of a bygone era. They craved the pocket sized worlds that told of pirates, lectured about lost species, and spun magical tales about ancient civilizations. This is what my mentor told me would happen. Save knowledge, and it will become precious once again.

“And so they shall hear from the mouths of babes, a cry for freedom,” speaks Zenith… the first new Librarian in over three hundred years.

To think, a small boy with nothing became the first in the wave of a return to knowledge. I knew he was special.

A Zenith.

"I am the last librarian on Earth. The world has forgotten how to read, but I guard the knowledge of humanity in a hidden vault. Today, someone knocked on the door—and they brought a book."

[blueberry3241]

★彡 Seventeen reaction you show up in their dream

↷ Pairing : seventeen x reader ↷ Genre : Fluff, Comedy,Soft ↷ word count : 3,000 words

↳ Disclaimer : This is an original work of fiction. All characters, settings, and story elements are my own creation. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. Please do not reproduce, distribute, or adapt this work without my explicit permission.

Masterlist

↝S.Coups

Seungcheol woke up with a start, sitting up in bed with wide eyes. His heart was pounding like he had just run a marathon. He turned to look at his phone, checking the time. 3:14 AM. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“What the hell was that…” he muttered, trying to calm his breathing.

In his dream, you and he were sitting on a park bench, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun. There was this nervous energy between the two of you, as if something important was about to be said. Then, you turned to him and smiled.

"Seungcheol… I think I like you."

And then—you disappeared. Just like that. Gone.

He groaned, flopping back down onto his bed.

"Why does my own subconscious want to torment me?"

The next morning, he couldn't stop looking at you. Every time you spoke, he was reminded of the dream, of your voice saying those words. It got to the point where he had to excuse himself.

Later that day, when you two were alone, he blurted out, “I had a dream about you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh… okay? And?”

“You confessed to me in the dream,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You laughed. “And what did I say?”

He hesitated, then looked straight into your eyes. “You said you liked me.”

You chuckled, oblivious to the tension in the air. “Guess your dream self has good taste.”

Seungcheol exhaled sharply, then, before he could second-guess himself, said, “Well, do you?”

Your laughter died down as you stared at him. His serious expression made your heart race. “Are… are you asking me for real?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Because I think I like you too.”

You blinked, then broke into a soft smile. “You’re braver than your dream self, huh?”

↝Jeonghan

Jeonghan didn’t dream often, or at least he didn’t remember his dreams. But last night? Oh, he remembered every single detail.

You and he were sitting in a small café, the atmosphere warm and quiet. He was holding your hand, fingers lazily tracing circles on your palm. It was so… peaceful. You looked at him, your eyes filled with something he couldn't quite place.

"Jeonghan, promise you won’t disappear."

He frowned in the dream. “What do you mean?”

"I just… don’t want to lose you."

He had woken up right after that, confused and, for the first time in a long while, a little emotional. He didn’t understand why that dream made his chest feel tight, but it did.

The next time he saw you, he found himself watching you more than usual. Not in his usual playful, teasing way—but in a way that felt… protective. Soft.

“Y/N,” he called, catching you before you left the room.

“Hm?”

He didn’t say anything at first, just looked at you with an expression you couldn’t read. Then, after a moment, he reached out and flicked your forehead.

“Ow—what was that for?” you pouted, rubbing the spot.

He just smirked. “Just making sure you’re real.”

↝Joshua

Joshua had never felt so conflicted over a dream in his life.

It had been sweet. Dream-you had been sitting on a picnic blanket with him, laughing at something he said. Your hand had reached up to fix his hair, and when you pulled away, he had grabbed it, holding it tight.

"You’re so cute," you had said, smiling warmly.

He had woken up in a panic.

Because you calling him cute? That was dangerous.

“Josh, you okay?” you asked, waving a hand in front of his face when he zoned out during lunch.

“Huh? Oh—yeah. Just… thinking.”

You grinned. “Thinking about what? Me?”

He choked on his drink.

“Joshua Hong, you good?”

He coughed, quickly shaking his head. “N-Nothing! I mean, yes—wait, no—I mean—” He groaned and buried his face in his hands.

You laughed. “You’re acting weird today.”

If only you knew.

↝Jun

Jun sat in bed, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed. His dream had been fine—until some other guy had shown up and started flirting with you.

In the dream, you had laughed at the guy’s joke, and Jun had felt jealous. Dream-Jun had pulled you closer, throwing an arm around your waist.

"You’re mine."

He had woken up immediately, heart racing. What the hell was that?

The next time he saw you, you smiled brightly at him. “Hey, Jun!”

He narrowed his eyes. “You’re not allowed to talk to random guys.”

You blinked. “Uh… okay?”

He nodded, satisfied. “Good. That’s settled then.”

You just stared at him, completely confused.

↝Hoshi

Hoshi’s dream had been simple. You and he were napping together, curled up like two cats in the sunlight.

That was it.

And it was the best dream of his life.

The moment he woke up, he felt this overwhelming urge to be near you. So he found you, sat down beside you, and immediately latched onto your arm.

“Hoshi?”

“Shh,” he said, resting his head on your shoulder. “I just need to be here for a second.”

You chuckled, patting his head. “Did you have a nightmare or something?”

“No,” he murmured. “A really, really nice dream. And now I don’t wanna wake up.”

↝Woozi

Woozi’s dream had been too real. He had been in his studio, working late as usual, when you suddenly walked in with a cup of coffee.

"Take a break, Jihoon," you had said, sitting beside him.

He had grumbled, but then you had leaned your head on his shoulder. And just like that, his resistance had crumbled.

Then he woke up.

And now? He couldn't even look at you without remembering how soft your voice had sounded.

"Jihoon?"

"Hm?"

"You okay? You’ve been weird all day."

He scoffed. “I’m fine.”

But his ears were red.

↝Wonwoo

Wonwoo rarely remembered his dreams, but this one? It was too vivid.

In it, you and he were sitting in a library, surrounded by stacks of books. Everything felt peaceful—until suddenly, the lights dimmed, and an eerie feeling crept in. You had looked at him with wide, nervous eyes.

"Wonwoo… I'm scared."

Without thinking, Dream-Wonwoo had reached out and held your hand, squeezing it gently.

"Don’t worry. I’m here."

The moment he woke up, his heart was pounding. Why did that feel so real?

The dream stayed with him all day, making him hyper-aware of you. Every time you spoke, every time you laughed, every time you stood close to him—his stomach did this weird flip he wasn’t used to.

Later, when you were both walking down the hallway, someone accidentally bumped into you. It was small, nothing serious, but Wonwoo instantly reached out, steadying you by the waist.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

You looked up at him, surprised. “Yeah… Thanks, Wonwoo.”

He quickly pulled his hands back, nodding. “Just… be careful.”

You tilted your head. “You’re acting different today.”

He coughed, adjusting his glasses. “Am I?”

“Yeah. It’s like you’re—” You paused, narrowing your eyes. “Wait. Did you have a dream about me or something?”

His whole body stiffened. “...No.”

You smirked. “You totally did.”

He groaned, covering his face with one hand. “I’m never sleeping again.”

You just laughed. If only he knew how cute he looked right now.

↝Mingyu

Mingyu’s dream had been like something out of a romance drama. You and he were baking together, covered in flour, laughing as you playfully smeared some on his nose. Then, out of nowhere, you had stood on your toes and kissed his cheek.

"Mingyu, I think I like you."

The moment he woke up, he shot out of bed.

The dream was fake. But the feelings? Very, very real.

That day, you noticed something was off.

“Gyu, why are you following me like a puppy?”

“I just… feel like being around you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

You raised an eyebrow. “Did something happen?”

“Nope. Just… I missed you.”

“You saw me yesterday.”

“Yeah, and that was too long ago.”

You laughed, shoving his arm. “What’s gotten into you?”

If only you knew.

↝DK

Seokmin sat up in bed, clutching his blanket like he had just witnessed the most heartbreaking moment in cinematic history.

In his dream, you and he had been standing in the rain, and you had hugged him tightly, whispering, "Seokmin… I wish we had more time."

Then—just like a K-drama—lightning struck, and you were gone.

“NOOOOOO!” Seokmin wailed, startling his roommate.

The next day, he ran up to you, grabbing your hands.

“Y/N,” he said, eyes wide with emotion. “Promise me you won’t disappear.”

You blinked. “Uh… okay?”

“I mean it,” he said, gripping your hands tighter. “Stay in my life forever.”

You tilted your head. “Did you watch a sad movie last night or something?”

“Worse,” he mumbled. “I dreamed it.”

↝The8

Minghao wasn’t one to let dreams get to him. But this one? It stuck with him.

In the dream, you and he had been walking side by side under the moonlight. You had stopped and looked up at the sky, sighing softly.

"If only you knew how much I think about you, Hao."

When he woke up, his heart felt… weird.

Later that day, he found you in the practice room. Instead of greeting you normally, he just studied you quietly.

“Hao?” you asked, waving a hand in front of his face. “Why are you staring at me?”

He smirked slightly. “No reason.”

“Liar.”

He chuckled. “Maybe. Or maybe… I just had an interesting dream.”

You huffed. “And you’re not going to tell me?”

He shrugged. “Maybe later. When the timing is right.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re so mysterious.”

He just smiled. If only you knew.

↝Seungkwan

Seungkwan shot up from his bed, staring at the ceiling in horror.

"Seungkwan… I have something to tell you. I love you."

That was what you had said in his dream. And his response?

"Haha, nice joke!"

He had woken up screaming.

The next time he saw you, he pointed an accusing finger.

“YOU!”

You jumped. “What—what did I do?!”

“You were in my dream.”

“…Okay?”

“And you confessed to me.”

You stared at him, amused. “And?”

“I LAUGHED,” he yelled, running a hand through his hair. “Why am I like this?!”

You burst out laughing. “Oh my God, is this why you look so stressed?”

“Yes! Because what if I do that in real life? What if I mess up? What if—”

“Seungkwan.” You placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling. “If you ever get a confession from me, I’ll make sure you don’t laugh.”

He turned red. “W-What—”

You just winked and walked away.

Seungkwan clutched his chest. He was doomed.

↝Vernon

Vernon sat in silence, staring at his phone screen, still processing.

His dream had been simple. You and he were sitting in a car, music playing softly in the background. You had turned to him and said, "I feel safest when I’m with you."

Now he couldn't stop thinking about it.

The next time he saw you, he casually asked, “Do you, uh, think dreams mean anything?”

You shrugged. “Sometimes. Why?”

He hesitated. “No reason.”

You smirked. “Did you dream about me or something?”

His ears turned red. “W-What? No. Maybe. I dunno.”

You grinned. “Was I cool?”

“…Yeah.”

You laughed, patting his shoulder. “Glad to know dream-me has taste.”

Vernon just sighed. He was never getting over this.

↝Dino

Chan’s dream had been wild. In it, he had been some kind of hero, saving you from danger. And at the end, you had hugged him tightly and whispered, "You're my hero, Chan."

Now? Now he was on a mission to be cooler than ever.

“Chan,” you said, watching him struggle to lift a ridiculously heavy box. “What are you doing?”

“Getting stronger,” he grunted, barely able to hold it up.

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh… why?”

“No reason,” he said, voice strained. “Just… wanna be impressive.”

You chuckled. “You don’t have to try so hard, you know?”

He set the box down with a loud thud, panting. “But… what if you need saving one day?”

You laughed. “Then I’ll trust you to be my hero.”

His face lit up. Mission accomplished.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Could I request Joaquin having a crush on this girl at his work, and he seems to think she likes him back, but she tells him that she only likes him as a friend. And so Joaquin becomes sad and a little depressed, but then on a random day, he meets one girl who will turn his world upside down

In the Diner

about this; wc: 754, joaquin torres x f!teader, contents: insecure!joaquin, meet cute, fluff, food mention, an: i tweaked the parameters a little bit so that the story would flow better and hope you like it!!

danny ramirez characters masterlist

It wasn’t often that Joaquin couldn’t find the light or positivity in a situation, but this was one of those times. He’d been feeling pretty lonely lately, and he’d had his eye on one of his neighbors. She was always kind, a little bubbly, and gorgeous.

There was always the chance that someone would either be too invested in his job or resentful of it when he tried to get involved with someone. But when he’d expressed his interest in her, she’d turned him down completely—without much of an explanation.

Since then, every time they ran into each other, she immediately looked the other way. It left Joaquin wondering if he’d done something wrong. Had he gone too far with a joke? Come on too strong? Smiled too much?

Was he too much?

The interaction lived in his mind often, only pushed aside when he had the privilege of being high in the sky.

Tonight was not one of those nights. He sat in the local diner he frequented much later than he should have. But between wondering if he should change and the high-stakes intel he and Sam needed to gather this weekend, his nerves were all over the place.

There were only a few other patrons in the diner when the bell rang, signaling another late-night visitor.

Out of habit, Joaquin glanced up to assess his surroundings—and met your gaze.

You froze for a moment, eyes widening slightly before you offered him a kind smile and made your way to a booth a couple of tables down from his.

He could tell by the easy way you and Janet—his favorite waitress—chatted that you were a regular here. Curiosity piqued, he wondered why he’d never seen you before.

Janet made her way over after putting in your order, asking if he needed anything else.

He grinned sheepishly. “More fries wouldn’t hurt. Don’t tell anyone I’ve got cheat days.”

“More fries it is. Joaquin, honey, do you think you could do me a favor?”

“Lo que sea,” he answered easily.

Janet smiled eagerly. “That sweet girl down there takes care of her brother all on her own. And, well, that boy loves you. Would you maybe sign something for him or record a message?”

Joaquin’s insecurities from before melted away at the thought of a little boy—a beautiful woman’s little brother—looking up to him. Maybe he was too much for some, but not for all.

“Sure. Did she ask you to do this for her?”

“She actually asked me to do the opposite. Insisted she didn’t want to bother you, given all you do.”

Joaquin’s eyes trailed across the diner to you before he looked back at Janet. “Bring my fries to her table, por favor? And put whatever she’s got on my tab.”

Janet told Joaquin your name before stepping away, leaving him to make his way over to you.

“Mind if I join you?”

You glanced up, then quickly did a double take before your eyes searched behind him—no doubt looking for Janet.

“It’s alright, querida, I don’t mind. Don’t grill Janet.”

You sighed, a little exasperated. “No quiero molestarte.”

“You aren’t. If anything, I’m bothering you, hmm?” he teased, sliding into the seat across from you.

That pulled a laugh from you, and Joaquin made note of how it made your eyes shine. The two of you slipped into an easy back-and-forth over fries, pie, and root beer floats. He asked about you and your brother, and despite being a little nervous about talking to the Falcon, nothing had ever felt more effortless.

Joaquin decided to go out on a limb, despite his last attempt not going so well.

“Look, I don’t mean to be too forward, but—”

“Yes.”

His grin widened. “You didn’t let me finish, querida.”

“I know, but—”

As if on cue, your alarm went off.

“That’s my reminder to get everything ready for the day for my brother before I can sneak in a couple hours of sleep,” you explained.

Joaquin watched you with gentle eyes, reminded of the life he used to live with his abuela.

Grabbing a pen from your bag, you scribbled your number on a napkin and slid it across the table to him.

“My next day off is Tuesday. Meet me here for breakfast at nine?”

“I’ll be there.”

You stood quickly, pressed a kiss to his cheek. “See you soon?”

Joaquin’s grateful that you aren’t looking at him head on, disguising some of the flush in his cheeks. “See you soon.”

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Love at First Sight | Choi Seung Cheol

Pairing: Seungcheol x fem!Reader (reader is a pediatric doctor)

Genre: fluff

Warning: hospital environment (and let me know if there's anything else)

This is the second part of my "Love at First Sight" story with Seungcheol, it can be read independently since the story is just starting. But! Here is the first part~🍒

In the days that followed, Seungcheol grew restless. He knew she was out there—he could hear her soft voice as she passed by his door, so close...but at the same time, out of reach. He wanted to see her. But for now, he could only imagine—the way she walked through the hallways, that gentle smile lighting up her face. Would she smile at him like that again? Suddenly, the door swung open, pulling him from his thoughts. The doctor stepped inside. “We’re going to try getting you into a wheelchair today. Your knee seems to be healing well. Think you can manage it?”. Seungcheol’s eyes lit up with the idea of getting on a wheelchair—he was going to see her!

An hour later he wheeled himself through the hospital corridors, the scent of antiseptic lingering in the air. His gaze flicked from one passerby to another, searching. Just a glimpse of her—that's all he needed. Then, laughter rang out, light and melodic, cutting through the sterile hush of the hallway. There she was—walking down the hallway with a small kid holding her hand. Seungcheol froze, his hands tightening on the wheels of his chair. Those eyes—so full of warmth and care. That laugh—so light and joyful. And that smile—so gentle and welcoming…would it welcome him too?

The kid’s eyes flickered with recognition. He froze mid-step, tugging Y/N to a stop. Then, as if unable to contain his excitement, he spun toward Seungcheol and shouted “S.Coups!”. Hearing his stage name snapped Seungcheol out of his trance. He turned his attention to the kid who was now running towards him with Y/N following close behind “Taejin! Don't run!” but the kid ignored the warning and didn't stop until he was in front of Seungcheol. “You’re S.Coups, right?” the kid blurted out, eyes wide with excitement. Seungcheol blinked, caught off guard. The kid’s gaze shimmered with pure admiration. A smile tugged at Seungcheol’s lips “Yeah, but it's a secret, okay?” and then he pressed a finger to his lips. The kid gasped dramatically and clamped his little hands over his mouth and nodded so hard it looked like his head might fall off.

“Taejin!” Y/N chided gently “Inside voices, remember? People are trying to rest”. She crouched beside the kid, taking his hand before looking up at Seungcheol. “Sorry about that…I have no idea what he was so excited about” and quickly Taejin told her that it was a secret, making the idol laugh. “It's fine kid. The doctor can know” and that was all the permission Taejin needed. He launched into a nonstop rant about Seventeen and S.Coups, his words tumbling out faster than his breath could keep up. Y/N chuckled, letting him ramble, while Seungcheol leaned back in his wheelchair, amused. Amidst Taejin’s enthusiastic chatter, Seungcheol kept stealing glances at her. She hadn’t said much, but something about the way she listened to the little kid so intently, giving him all the attention in the world, made him want to prolong the moment, just to be with her a little longer. Warmth settled over him, was this what falling in love felt like? He couldn’t help but wonder. Why did he crave her presence so much? Why was he so calm now that she was in front of him? He didn’t have the answers. But for the first time in years, he wasn’t desperate to escape. He was desperate to stay.

Days blurred into weeks. Every afternoon, Taejin would tug Y/N toward him, eager for another round of questions and rant about Seventeen. Before Seungcheol knew it, meeting them in the cafeteria of the hospital to eat a slice of cherry cake, which was Taejin’s favorite, had become part of his day, and faster than he expected a month passed. Seeing her daily brought Seungcheol joy—day by day he fell harder. It made no sense…why did she quiet the storm in his chest? He didn't know. He only knew one thing…that he couldn't let her go. But then he received the news—he was being discharged from the hospital.

I went a little bit more out there with the second part. Hope everyone likes it! Let me know if I should keep writing this story or if I should just move on to something else~💜

[somerandomcockroach]

*rubs hands like a fly* *googles every death of every Blurr from every adaptation* NO, SERIOUSLY, I AM A SUCKER FOR SUCH PLOTS I don't like when there are some gods telling "you have to do so blablabla" and love it more when characters just, can't act out of character. I love when those characters firstly don't even understand what is going on, they just do their role that they think is theirs. And then you DIE, you die seriously thinking that it is your end and it f**king hurts, hurts to death and then you open your eyes again. I hate when in such stories they just go "oh he woke up and immediately became mentally okay and went on adventures/redemption arc/Shakespeare arc". YOU DIED. YOU WERE IN AGONY, YOU FELT IT. And I'm sure there is like, some time until you get cold and "happen in a new place". Imagine seeing horrible pictures while you are "dead". Then you wake up again. In a new place. You are still "you" but different. Your character didn't quite change, but you are not the "character" this world needs anymore. You see everything different and you recognize some people that were your friends. And you want to do something, you try to say something about it, but the world itself doesn't let you because you are part of the plot and you can't act ooc. And you are out of your own control and there is a script forcing you to act if it is a world where you are destined to have a different role model. You came from one death and you find out, oh hey! I have to die again! And you WANT TO CHANGE SOMETHING BUT YOU CAN DO NOTHING. This is even worse than usual reborns because you got isekaid somewhere where you are not in charge. I honestly can imagine that IDW could have been like, the best time for Blurr. The longest he got to live. I like to think that he made the bar "out of his character", when plot was busy with others and didn't see it, so he could postpone the suffer. After several deaths you still have to act arrogant, when there is no arrogance left in you. I can imagine that he just... stopped doing anything and left himself out to the plot force, he looks at himself from inside while the story uses him to act the way it needs. Imagine getting in Animated pffht. Where you have like, one of the stupidest events. And oh look! Why are you named "Shockwave" you don't even look like one. You bear the memories of your friends through the universes and find out that every time your friends are either not here or they are not anymore the friends you used to know. You get in Cyberverse, in ONE DAY, AND DIE RIGHT AWAY AT LEAST LIKE A HERO BRUH? If he isn't in a fricking mental breakdown after this one I will be surprised. Is there a way to trick the story. If story doesn't see you doing something ooc you can do it, can't you? Finding another character who also goes through all that, someone who also wants to get out. (On side note I know that everyone loves Starscream as a rat b*tch ~ But I remember how I was surprised and loved these few episodes in idw where he was shown as a good strategic negotiator, I know people love him bad but I also loved that one issue where he saw who he really could be. Imagine if take this moment, this part of his character, that it was main part of him hidden inside but he always has to act stupid and evil. "You want me to what?!? Bolt hell how stupid this story wants me to be..." And then he is in a Shattered glass universe, and he and Blurr are main playing figures and they can find each other from another angle and finally collect pieces) Honestly, making Blurr as a character for isekai jumps is a never ending angst trap and it is perfect ahah Others even if die at least not so soon and not so stupidly.

oh god Blurr in a death loop,,,,,,,,,,,

Keferon how dare you keep giving us thoughts oh i am going to be ill.

Blurr in a death loop, but only some of the characters he Doesn't form intimate bonds with remember him, never the ones that Do remember him????? AUHJ

G1 Blurr is funny and energetic because he wasn’t thrown in the death loop yet

Armada Blurr is depressed and rude because he doesn’t fucking care for anything anymore he got very painfully obliterated 30 times already he just wants to sit in the quiet corner and do nothing now. Humans are trying to poke him, narrative is trying to befriend him with the local “cool speedster protag” while all he has in his head are fuck-you-fuck-youfuckyoufuckyoufuckyou because everything is meaningless and he has no energy to make new friends every time he gets thrown in a new universe.

[newtonsheffield]

just thinking of how surprise!Neddy Anthony always says im never gonna be to busy for you to Neddy and all of the inopportune moments he gets a call from his son and answers immediately and isn't even mad when its not emergent. like yes he will walk out of this very important discussion with a foreign diplomat because Neddy wants to talk about how he and Miles went searching for 4 leaf clovers with Sophie and were unsuccessful and he just wanted to let him know that immediately after the fact

Sometimes it’s just that Neddy saw a really neat looking tree when he was out with Sophie today and Yes, Anthony is willing to leave a meeting to hear about it.

He has so many memories of being only a little older than Neddy, swinging his legs as he sat on the edge of his Dad’s desk and telling him about every single inane little thing that happened throughout the day. It made him feel so special, so important and he wants the same for Neddy. He wants Neddy and Kate to know that there’s nothing more important to him than their family.

Neddy gets into a habit of calling him at lunch time, sometimes Kate is on the call as well and he tells them both about what he’s done so far and they all eat lunch together.

“Me and Soph are reading stories later. Then she’s gonna help me write one down.”

“I can’t wait to read it later.”

“I’m gonna do the pictures and then she said she can put it together like a real book.”

“It’s going to be amazing, buddy.”

“I’ll show you when you get home.”

“Maybe I’ll sneak out a little bit early. Soph can have a rest.”

“Okay! Maybe we can go pick up Amma!”

“Maybe we can go pick up Amma, buy her a little treat.” Anthony chuckled knowing Kate was politely pretending not to listen.

“Yes! She loves treats!”

[lovelytsunoda]

hear that sound | lance stroll

part of the 'welcome to wherever you are verse'

summary: baby hutchence is writing a book!

pairing: lance stroll x hutchence! reader

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shinelikeitdoes You've never heard it from me before. 2025.

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lancestroll i'm so proud of you

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user so a nepo baby is crying about not having a dad. boo hoo, join the rest of us

-> user girl do you literally know anything at all about who yn hutchence's father was or how he died? educate yourself.

yourmum i can't wait for the world to hear your story. wonderful job, love

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chloestroll i hit preorder so fast it made scottys head spin

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shinelikeitdoes Lance was everything I could have ever wanted and more

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chloestroll you're the best sister-in-law (and auntie) a girl could ask for!

kirkpengilly i do beleive i'm still waiting on a thank you?

-> yn.hutchence you walked me down the aisle at my wedding??? that was literally your thank you?

-> kirkpengilly naming your first born son after me should suffice

-> yn.hutchence with all due respect i am not naming my future baby kirk. lance and i have already decided that if we have a son, his name will be michael

-> kirkpengilly and i wouldn't want it any other way

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shinelikeitdoes He was always sacred his mood swings would get out of control one day.

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timfarriss never forget how much he loved you both. he wasn't himself those last few months, but he never stopped talking about how you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

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user i don't know the lore...what was wrong with her father? (i'm just here from formula one)

-> user a traumatic brain injury decimated his frontal lobe, stripping his senses of taste and smell and leaving him prone to outbursts of rage. really, it wasn't his fault and it's a miracle that he lived for as long as he did afterwards. every medical professional who has seen his brain scans says the same thing

astonmartinf1 does anyone have a tissue?

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shinelikeitdoes It gave me a purpose in a time where I didn't think I had one

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user this book is going to make me bawl my eyes out and i don't know anything about inxs

reesesbookclub we would love to include your memoir as part of our 2025 reading club list! we've sent you a dm <3

andrewfarriss ah yes i remember the days of sweaty lawn chairs and screaming helicopter parents.

-> timfarriss i think you forgot how much *you* screamed

-> yn.hutchence you cheered louder for me at rugby than you did at your own daughter's piano recital

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shinelikeitdoes YN Elodia Heaven Hutchence-Strulovic invites you to the launch of her new memoir, 'Shine Like It Does'

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f1miamigp we can't wait to host this momentous event!

yourmum your dad would be so proud of you xxx

user yn and reese in the same session? girl its such a shame i cant afford a transatlantic flight rn

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yn.hutchence i love you!! thank you for supporting me

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scottyjames as an aussie i'm biased but i did shed a tear or two...or fifty before the book was over

-> danielricciardo he's still lying on the floor thinking about it

[pieandflannel]

౨ৎ ₊˚⊹ talking to the moon 🌔

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pairing: dean winchester x gn!reader

summary: you never really got over deans death.

cw: heavy angst, death, grief, denial. brief reference to events in s15.

word count: 684

julia yaps: i literally cried while writing this… </3 (proof)

inspo: talking to the moon by bruno mars + s15 ep20

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you knew the risks of this job. you and the boys always have. any day can be your last, every hunter knew it and accepted that fate, but now?— you are taking baby out for another ride onto an empty field where you regularly go, you park it and walk out, the door creaking like always, something dean never really cared to take care of when it came to baby. but that’s what gave her personality.

you sit on the hood of the impala looking up at the darkening sky, dean’s last words to you repeating themselves inside your head. “when you look up at the night sky and see the first star appear, that’ll be me saying i love you, so look out for it, okay sweetheart?”

you take off the jacket you’re wearing, dean’s favourite green jacket, and lay it beside you on the hood. you gently stroke the canvas material, a button finding it’s way under your fingertips. tears forming in your eyes as you remember how much dean loved to wear that jacket. You didn’t even have the courage to wash it.

the feeling of longing ripping you apart from the inside out. no matter how long ago it happened, it will never feel real. denial haunts you every single day ever since dean passed away.

as you wipe away your tears you notice the first star up in the sky, “hi dean” you spoke softly with a small sad smile, not being able to hold your tears in. soft sobs coming from your petite being.

rarely has there been a night where you didn’t talk to the moon and stars, desperately hoping that they pass on your messages to heavens mailroom.

“i miss you so much… we all do, especially sammy.. he misses his older brother” you say, your voice croaky from the tears. you wipe your eyes with your sleeve, it’s being stained with your tears after so many nights of crying.

“miracle literally has to have one of your flannels in his doggy bed in order to sleep properly..” you spoke up to the sky, but deep down you were praying that dean was listening.

“i even gave baby a bath today..” you share, your hand gently patting her, imagining dean proudly smiling at the news. “i couldn’t collect myself to clean the inside just yet… but at least she’s shiny on the outside now” tears welling up in your eyes as you talk with a pained smile.

“i hope you know how much i love you… and that there is not a single day where i don’t think about you” you take a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from sobbing. the frosty air burning your nostrils. but the cold weather doesn’t stop you from talking to dean before sleep. it became a ritual, a habit of yours. you couldn’t go to sleep unless you did so.

you sit in silence for a good while, just appreciating the stars shining. star gazing used to be your and deans go to date. he would drive the impala onto this exact field, park it and the two of you would simply gaze up into the night sky, cuddle up into each other and exchange some stories or memories of yours. whether it was a funny one or traumatic, it didn’t matter because you had each other.

this was also the place where dean confessed his feelings for you years ago, so this spot holds a very special place in your heart.

the faint sounds of your sniffles echo through the grass, you take a deep breath before speaking up again, “i should get going.. but i’ll be back tomorrow” you reassure, grabbing the jacket and putting it on before sliding down the car.

you wave up into the sky, and at that exact moment a shooting star flies across the sky. you gasp softly deciding to take that as a sign, you were well aware that others thought of you as a bit delusional, but you didn’t care, you needed to believe. faith is what kept you somewhat sane.

“goodnight dean, sleep well”

disclaimer: grief can be a very very difficult thing to deal with, i myself go through it every day for the past couple of years, it never really goes away, so if you ever need someone to talk to or for someone to simply hear you out, feel free to message/contact me! you are never alone and you always have me! <333

thank you so much for reading! feedback and reblogs are always deeply appreciated <3

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Nothing || Spencer Agnew x F!Reader

Summary: Y/N and Spencer being cuties and spend time together after work.

Word Count: 1.9k

Note: Inspired from "Nothing" by Bruno Major

----- <3 -----

Yet another shoot week and Y/N is exhausted. She had already spent one week filming, and they have a whole other week ahead of them. They slump down at their desk, barely awake, sipping a Monster, when Spencer walked up to their desk.  

“Hey, you look great.” He leans against their desk. Sarcasm was Spencer and Y/N’s normal form of communication but, because Y/N was tired, she just look up at him for a second. 

“Thanks. I love shoots weeks,” She rolls her eyes. “I definitely don’t feel like I’m on deaths door.” 

“You’ll do great today! Once you get into it, you’ll remember why you love this job.” 

“Or once the caffeine kicks in.” They take another sip of the energy drink. 

“I can’t believe you can drink that,” he says with disdain, a hint of his gentlemen's accent peeking through. “I only grace my body with the purest forms of fuel.” 

“Mountain Dew Kickstart isn’t pure, Spence.” 

“Don’t worry, Y/N, I won’t argue with you because I can tell you’ve completely lost your mind.” 

"Spencer, I drink this every day. You know this.” 

“I CAN’T believe this” He shouts, now fully in a proper British accent, dramatically stands up and walks away before Y/N could say anymore. She rolled her eyes again and laughed. Spencer always finds a way to make her feel better. As she were preparing for the TNTL they were filming this morning, she got a text from Spencer.  

Spence: Wanna come over after work? 

Y/N: Only if we watch the Notebook 

Spence: Again?? 

Y/N: YES  Y/N: IT’S MY FAVE 

Spence: okaaaayyyy 

Y/N: YAY 

For the rest of the day, all she could think about was going to Spencer’s apartment after work. This wasn’t unusual for the two of them; they have spent many nights playing video games and watching movies together. But the thought of spending time with Spencer lingered in the back of her mind. When they rapped for the day, Y/N went to find Spencer. He was sitting at his desk, finishing up the final touches on a video for the Games channel.  

“Hey, ready to go?” Y/N leans on his desk. 

“Yeah, let’s pick up a pizza on the way.” Spencer packs up his things and they head to his car. As the drive they debrief their days, recalling when Ian said some crazy thing to Spencer during a meeting or Angela’s newest character during TNTL. Y/N couldn’t help but feel comfortable. Her and Spencer had been friends for as long as she could remember but recently things have started to feel different. She had been noticing all the little things Spencer does for them, always checking in on them and bringing them a monster (even though it came was dirty looks). Y/N always felt seen by Spencer. Even sitting in the car, talking about work, she felt like he wanted to hear her funny stories. Even if he was there for half of them. 

As they arrived at his house, Y/N immediately went to put on the movie as Spencer grabbed plates from his kitchen. Spencer offers them a pair of his pjs (so they wouldn’t be stuck in their work clothes, right?) and settled down on his couch. As the movie progressed, they move closer and closer together. Y/N becomes aware of this when Spencer stretches his arm around her. She freezes for a moment, glancing over at his hand resting on their shoulder. She hoped he wasn’t looking or he would see her blushing, hard. Y/N looked back to the movie, slowly relaxing into him. She leaned her head onto his shoulder. If anyone were to see them, they would assume they had been dating. And maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. 

As the movie was coming to an end, Y/N was still leaning on Spencer, his arm still around her. She started to tear up and she looked over at Spencer, who had tears streaming down his face. 

“Awe Spence! We watch this movie all the time. It still makes you cry?” 

“They have such a beautiful love.” He says. She gave him a sympathetic smile as he wiped his eyes. “This is a horrible movie.” 

“You say that every time.” Y/N replied softly. She loved seeing this soft side of him. 

After the movie, Spencer and Y/N continue to talk about everything and nothing. Neither of them wanted to leave their spot on the couch. They had spent many nights like this, talking for way too long while sitting way too close. But tonight felt different, there was something in the air. Under the friendly eyerolls and sarcastic tones there was a sense of longing, at least for Y/N. She hadn’t been in a serious relationship before and she hadn't wanted one until this moment. The way Spencer’s eye light up when he talked about his favorite video games or how he looked at her while she was ranting about her most recent hobby made Y/N’s stomach flutter. Sitting there, looking up at him while he went on about the next tattoo, she knew she wanted to be with him. It was if she hadn’t seen Spencer before, not truly at least. How could she not have seen it? Now all she could think about was Spencer's hair, eyes, glasses, smile, EVERYTHING. She wished she could stare at him for the rest of eternity. 

Eventually, Y/N left and drove home. The whole drive all they could think about was him. 

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Later that week, they planned another hangout. This time at Y/N’s apartment, where she had planned a surprise for Spencer. She was going to cook Spencer his favorite meal. She rushed home right after the last video of the day, starting to prep all the ingredients. Y/N was quite the cook but not many people knew that. Cooking helped her feel calm. Following recipes and methodically cutting vegetables was a great de-stresser after a long day at work. She also loved making food for the people she loved. She, on multiple occasions, had Amanda and Angala over for a wine night and made elaborate meals for them to share. Making food was a love language as far as Y/N was concerned. 

While Y/N was almost finished with the meal, Spencer sent her a text. 

Spence: Here! 

Y/N: Let yourself in! 

Y/N: It should be unlocked 

Spencer walks into the apartment, greeted with the smell of his favorite foods.  

“What do we have here?” He asks, walking in the kitchen 

“Just some food,” Y/N giggles “Do you want some?” 

“Do I want some?” Spencer asked rhetorically. “Of course I want some. How did you know this was my favorite?”  

“I have my ways.” Y/N smiles. Spencer leans over Y/N shoulder and wraps his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. She freezes for a moment, unsure of what to do. Nothing like this has ever happened to her before. She just knew Spencer had the widest smile on his face from how flustered he'd made her.  

“Well,” Y/N spat out after a long moment of silence. She turns around to face him, his hands still on her hips. She places her hands around his neck. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you have a little crush on me, Spencer Agnew.” 

“And what would make you say that Y/N Y/LN?” He gave her the look. She smiled and broke way to get dishes for the food. 

“I’m not sure. Just have a feeling.” She says as she dishes up the food. Spencer laughs and takes a plate from her. Over dinner, they share more flirty banter. Spencer never failed to make Y/N laugh with his stories. She couldn’t help but notice how great his hair looked that day. When Spencer got up to put his plate in the dishwasher, he grabbed Y/N’s and kissed her on the top of the head. Her eyes followed him as he walked into the kitchen. She couldn’t wait to tell Courtney about this tomorrow at work. 

They moved to the living room and started a game of Mario Kart. As two very competitive people, they knew this was going to be a war. At one point, the two of them were standing yelling at the screen, hoping to mess the other person up. They would mess with the others controller or shove each other with their shoulders. It was ruthless. Y/N always seemed to win though. What she didn’t know was how much Spencer was looking over at her. She was so engrossed in the game she didn’t notice his eyes lingering on her. He wasn’t doing it on purpose. He would be in the lead then he would glance over and see Y/N leaning into the TV, eyes laser focused on Princess Peach, biting her bottom lip. He would forget about the game just long enough for you to take first place. Spencer couldn’t complain much, he loves how Y/N cheers when she wins.  

As Spencer drove home, he couldn’t help but wonder if Y/N knew. She had been acting differently since the last time they hung out. She would stare and she blushed a lot more than normal. He had had a crush on her since she started at Smosh. All he wanted to do was ask her out, but he was so scared she would say no. He had been flirting more then usual, hope she would give him a sign as to how she felt. 

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Finally, the week was over. The cast and crew had a tradition of going to a bar on the Friday of a film week. As usual, Spencer declined the invitation. Bars weren’t really his thing. He doesn’t have a problem with going to a bar, he wasn’t much of a drinker and wanted to unwind after a busy week in a different way. When Y/N heard he wasn’t going, she didn’t want to go either. She had wanted to spend her night drinking a glass of wine and talking with him and their other co-workers. Y/N knew this wasn’t out of the ordinary but really didn’t feel like going out anymore. 

“Hey, I heard you're not going out after work?” Y/N says as she approaches Spencer’s desk. 

“Yeah, don’t really feel like hanging out in a loud environment.” Spencer spins around in his chair to face her. “Plus, bars are more fun when you're drinking.” 

“That’s fair.” Y/N leans against his desk. “What are you going to do instead?” 

“Nothing much. I was thinking about starting Stardew Valley. I’ve been meaning to try it for some time now. Probably order some food as well.” 

“Mind if I join?” Y/N asks. “You’ll need someone to help you figure everything out. And some call me an expert.”  

“Oh, do they now?” Spencer laughs. “I would love for you to help me, but I don’t want to stop you from going out. You deserve to celebrate a successful week with your friends. I don’t want you to miss out.” 

“Spence, I won’t miss out. Ang and Amanda will be more than happy to fill me in on what I miss.” Y/N laughs lightly. She then leans closer to Spencer. “Besides, there’s nothing like doing nothing with you.” 

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Goodbye, My Lover | Part 4 | The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x Dr. (Ex-Mil)!Reader x Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch

Chapter 4: Thank You

Synopsis: The three of you finally confront the unspoken truths of your past and present, leaving no room for guilt or regret. Nothing is left unsaid. It's a goodbye to the love that once was, but also a hopeful beginning for what might be.

Warnings: Age gap is around 18 years >>> congrats, you've made it, it's comfort time, bestiees

Word count: 1102

A/n: Last chapter of this series (for now...) I might write for Jack and Robby individually if I feel like there's a story to be told. Maybe even a backstory to this, who knows???

Previous Chapter (3): I Forgive You

With steady hands and a clear mind, you feel like you’re finally finding your rhythm again.

Something within you feels more grounded, less haunted by the past.

You're sat next to a bed, working on removing pieces of glass from your patient's leg. They're sedated, allowing you to sit in peaceful silence.

Something in the corridor catches your attention.

Your eyes flicker to Robby standing outside the room, hands in the pockets of his hoodie, watching you execute the procedure with meticulous care and attention. He hasn’t had the courage to enter yet.

"Robby?" You ask gently.

He steps in, arms crossed.

"Looks like you've got it", Robby mutters. A sense of pride in his voice. He was your attending. And he taught you well. Though he always insisted he'd learned just as much from you.

"I could use a hand?" You wouldn't. But you offer anyway, willing him to stay.

That's all he needs, as he grabs a new pair of gloves, instantly finding his place next to you.

He gives you a soft smile before turning his attention to the patient's battered leg.

You sit there for a while, enjoying each other's company.

"Thank you", you say sincerely. "For everything."

Robby's eyes grow wide, before he drops his head, shaking it softly. "You've been through a lot."

"We all have", you acknowledge, a flicker of hope flashing in front of your eyes.

He gently nudges your leg. You reach out, grabbing his thigh without thinking, the instinct still alive. He takes your hand, the sensation still raw but familiar.

Robby looks at the patient’s chart, then shoots a quick look at you, a familiar smirk forming, one you hadn't seen it in a long time.

"Apparently, I need to be more approachable if I want my patient satisfaction scores to go up." He hesitates, but goes for it anyway. "How would you rate my performance, Y/N?"

A laugh bursts out of you, louder than you intended. You quickly glance around, suddenly aware of the inappropriate timing.

Shaking your head, you laugh again, the sound warm and genuine. "You’re ridiculous, Robby."

Robby looks satisfied. "What? Too soon?"

You roll your eyes. "I hope I'm never one of your patients again", a smirk forming on your lips now.

"That makes two of us, my friend", he exhales deeply, feeling like he's finally able to let go.

In this warmth, you both remember. The way love used to be.

You and Jack find yourselves in the break room, still in scrubs, sitting next to each other on the small sofa. The chaos of the ER has died down. No critical patients, no urgent calls, just the two of you in this moment.

Jack cracks open a can of soda, handing it to you without looking. You take it, feeling the warmth of his simple gesture.

He feels you eyeing his sandwich too, but pretends he doesn't. "Jack..." You pout. He slowly shakes his head with a smile.

You put the can down, crossing your arms dramatically.

He glances over at you, still chewing slowly. "You ever think about how we always made it back?" The subject change gives you whiplash.

You hesitate, then give a slight nod. "Every day."

"Yeah." He lets the words hang in the air, not needing to elaborate. Somehow you two always found a way to survive. To come home.

Jack looks at you, his eyes softening before a familiar smirk forms on his lips. “I’m still not giving you my sandwich.”

You laugh, the kind that makes your eyes crinkle. “Oh, come on. I’m starving.”

“You’ll live.” He shrugs nonchalantly, his stoic expression cracking slightly.

You both let out a quiet chuckle. And for the first time in a long time you both realize that this is how it’s meant to be.

With a groan, he finally offers you a bite. You accept, taking a big one. He drops his mouth in disbelief.

As a thank you, you offer your lap with a familiar gesture. Without hesitation, he leans into you, his head resting lightly on your thighs.

And when you softly run your fingers through his greying curls, Jack allows himself to close his eyes, letting his walls down with each calming breath.

For a moment, there’s no history between you. No heartbreak, no regret, just peace. A new kind of love between two people who found their way back.

You push through the metal doors, finding two familiar figures standing on the edge of the rooftop, this time on the appropriate side of the railing.

You hide a small giggle. Progress.

"Thought I'd find you boys up here." You shout over.

Their heads turn instantly, as if they've been waiting for you.

They make room for you between them, before you all turn your gaze back to the sunrise.

You close your eyes and for a brief moment, you swear you can feel their eyes on you. Maybe you will all be okay.

You blink, taking a step back to look at them, their gaze already fixed on you.

You fling your hands around their shoulders, pulling them into a comforting embrace. The three of you stand there for a long moment, holding each other in a way that’s healing, not broken.

You're still here. Together.

You smile at the prospect of this new beginning.

The minutes tick away.

You begin to wonder who's gonna let go first, but quickly realise it won't be them. Not out of fear of what would happen, but out of pure bliss.

So you decide, it has to be you.

You smile, before letting go swiftly. Their hands still on you, even as you step back.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow. Or today. Whatever...", you tease. Robby always insists that just because one shift ends, it doesn't mean it's a new day.

Robby groans. "Today", shaking his head, unable to hide the smile creeping in.

"Dr. Abbot. Dr. Robinavitch", you tease looking at them individually, before you turn around and finally disappear through the doors.

Robby and Jack stay for another beat, not wanting the moment to end.

"You know she still loves you, right?" Jack breaks the silence.

"What?" Robby laughs nervously.

"Come on, brother." Jack tilts his head. "You're good for each other."

"I don't know. I really fucked up."

Jack nods. "So fix it", his voice firm as ever.

The sincerity in his voice makes Robby think. Jack gives him a friendly pat on the chest, as he heads for the door too.

"See you tomorrow", Jack grins.

Robby laughs, like he's finally able to breathe again.

Well well well. This is it guys! I hope you enjoyed this four part series inspired by the 'Four Things that Matter Most': I Love You, Thank You, I Forgive You and Please Forgive Me. Pls pls lmk your thoughts below!! I love reading your comments!

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𖦹 NOW LET’S GET IN FORMATION!! ☆

Nerd!jo x Majorette!reader (suggestive on one/fluff) + ML

A/n: Satoru kinda implied a comp sci major/Black reader in mind, but everyone is free to read!!

÷ Nerd!Satoru who never misses a single one of your performances EVER!

⛤ He’s the loudest person in the crowd wearing your team colors, yelling shit like: “THAT’S MY GIRL”

“LOOK AT HER GO!!”

“YOU’RE DOING AMAZING BABY!” (Whole time you’re not dating him yet.)

⛤ Some mildly annoyed people in the crowd have to tell him to shut up.

⛤ He records every routine, adding silly little filters on the video, or doing boomerangs to post to his story.

⛤ He sometimes goes on facebook live during your halftimes just to get a solid four viewers.

÷ Nerd!Satoru who programs things for you.

⛤ Makes a whole custom countdown app (even if he could just go to his pre-installed reminder app on his iphone) that alerts him before your performances so he never forgets.

⛤ One time you mentioned needing a playlist for practice, but he’s too extra to just have his girl using spotify so he coded a whole-music app where you can queue songs with simple voice commands.

÷ Nerd!Satoru who hates coming outside until you take him to your practices.

⛤ The first time he sees you perform up close he’s stunned because of your body control, the uniform, the facial expressions when you dance, he’s obsessed with everything about it.

⛤ His pervy ass nearly drools when he watches you do a death drop or a split.

“Damn Y/n, you think you can do that on—”

“Toru I swear if you finish that sentence.”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who has you tutor him in social situations.

⛤ You have to teach him how to flirt without sounding like an avid reddit user.

⛤ Forces him to actually text people back instead of ghosting for 12 hours.

⛤ You teach him how to flirt without sounding like a Reddit mod, even if he doesn’t wanna flirt with anyone else but you.

⛤ Meanwhile, he teaches you how to code (or tries to).

⛤ You attempt to follow along, but end up doodling hearts around his notes instead.

⛤ He catches you and gets way too smug about it.

“Aww, you’re thinking about me? That’s so cute.”

“Boy bye, nobody thinking about you.”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who loves when his majorette best friend seems lovestruck when you have an “Oh shit, he’s kinda fine.” moment.

⛤ You’ve always seen Satoru as your nerdy/dorky, lazy guy friend, but one day he actually dresses up (no hoodies, no glasses, hair trimmed & styled) and you almost malfunction.

⛤ He absolutely notices how hard you smile when you try to be subtle by saying “I see you Toru!”

“Wait, do you actually think I’m hot? Stop, I'm blushing.”

“Satoru shut up before I break your neck.”

“You’d never. I’m too cute.” (You got him feeling himself now)

÷ Nerd!Satoru who asks you to be his girlfriend by programming a whole website, it’ll say “Will you be my girlfriend?” with only two options that say “Yes or yes!”

⛤ When you call him out on it he just shrugs.

“Satoru there’s only a yes option…”

“Guess that means we’re practically married now”

÷ Nerd!Satoru who gets on your nerves daily, but he’s also your biggest supporter.

⛤ He hypes you up, calls you the prettiest, most talented majorette alive, and always makes sure you know how proud he is of you.

⛤ He’s also your personal chauffeur when you’re too tired from practice.

⛤ Drives you home, lets you nap in his lap, rants about nerdy shit while playing with your hair.

Bonus: Whenever you have a bad day from your coach, maybe being too harsh on you he makes sure to cheer you up with corny little jokes or he’ll do your assignments for you to take the load off your shoulders. <3

Divider/Boarder creds | enchanthings-a & enchanthings.

REBLOGS ARE HEAVILY APPRECIATED!!! thank u

[fyuyushia]

"Someday, I know you'll come to your senses and leave me alone with all of my questions 'cause I don't have the answers I can't give you more. I know that you'll never be mine but I'll always be yours." — Senses

Ugh how does one write down their ideas in a way that makes sense and doesn't look like a mumbo jumbo mess😓😓

Sung Jinwoo getting in a relationship with reincarnated!reader who he slowly sees becoming very self destructive.

He can never figure out what goes on in that head of yours. Though you continue to stay with him, you always donned a paranoid, anxiety stricken expression that's barely concealed by the mockery of a smile you wore. Even if it was convincing to others, for him who's studied your features for ages, he could easily tell when it was genuine and when it wasn't.

It's not that you don't like him anymore—at least he thinks it's not. You acted skitterish whenever he initiated affection, yes, but you always reciprocated after a few seconds, craving it despite thinking it's wrong.

He doesn't understand why you accept his affection with such a guilty look. You bite your lip, eyes averting away from his own as you lean closer to his touch, tightening your hold on him just to make sure he wouldn't let go. You were a walking contradiction, and Jinwoo hopes you weren't this complicated.

He doesn't miss the way you constantly try to self sabotage, intentionally or unintentionally. You acted as if you were waiting on the day he'd wrung all his feelings for you dry, living every day with bated breath. It pained him to think of your actions, acting so distant despite longing for his affection more than anything else. What scared you so? What was it that terrified you so much you could never seem to find the time to simply bask in the moment and love for the sake of it?

What changed for you to act so differently? So scared of something, but counting on it to happen nonetheless. With what faith do you believe that something catastrophic would happen?

You who somehow ended up in the world of solo leveling. You don't know how you ended up here, was it reincarnation or transmigration? Isekai? You had memories of both the life you lived here and another life. It was confusing, seeing as both lives seemed similar to one another, the only difference being the presence of gates in this and the lack thereof in the other.

Fortunately or unfortunately—you vaguely remember reading a manhwa with a world building that fits the bill for the current one you lived in.

Solo leveling: a manhwa you've only recently finished back then. The main character? The man laying in bed next to you. Sung Jinwoo—your pathetic(loving) childhood friend Sung Jinwoo.

Since this revelation, you began to fear for your just recently blossomed relationship. The more Jinwoo played out what you've read in the manhwa, the more you worried about yourself. As far as you can remember, a character like you was never introduced, maybe they did, but only in a passing. Your lack of presence in the manhwa had caused fear to sink in and petrify you to the core.

What if Jinwoo plays out that certain part? Basing off on his current progress, Jinwoo was bound to meet Hae-in and get to know her more intimately from this point on. If that happens, what about you? What will happen to you who presumptuously stuck to his side even after knowing all this? Will you be cast aside? Forced to let go of this love just to follow through the story?

The fact that Jinwoo acted in ways that remained primarily loyal to the manhwa's story made you feel queasy. Will you be forced out of the picture when the time comes?

Thoughts like this gave way to self doubt, and self doubt then gave way to your self destructive habits. You couldn't love Jinwoo so sincerely anymore, couldn't look him in the eye without doubt creasing your features. The knowledge that he was fated to be with Cha Hae-in ate you up alive.

And if you think about it, who could be a more perfect pair for him? Unlike you, Hae-in was a capable hunter. Not only that, she was pretty, athletic, and not without a lovable personality as well. She was better than you, far, far better than you.

You felt yourself die on the inside as you came to terms with this fact. Resigning to your fate, whilst also wishing to be selfish, you reluctantly took whatever scraps of affection Jinwoo gave you. Before he'd move onto another, before he realizes how much you blinded him into thinking he loved you.

Sung Jinwoo notices the way you rarely cling onto him now. Instead, only stealing longing glances in his direction, hands twitching as if longing to touch but pulling away whenever you get too close. Every time, he gets the urge to just grab you by the wrist and forcefully wrap your arms around his neck, but he doesn't, afraid that doing so would only push you who slowly drifted apart from him further away.

He doesn't miss the way your body turns rigid when he mentions Hae-in in a passing. Your shoulders stiffen, and you bite your lip, barely holding back tears from the mention of her alone. That night, he spent hours comforting you, assuring you he would never leave.

Cha Hae-in was a sore topic for you, as noticed by Jinwoo. He thought it was petty jealousy at first, but now he had an inkling it was much deeper than that. You don't hold any sort of animosity towards her, matter of fact, you admired her to the point Jinwoo felt somewhat jealous by your zealous fangirling.

You seemed so sure he'd leave you for her, even encouraging him to spend time with her despite you clearly being uncomfortable with the idea. He's left confused by your antics, you don't want him to leave but you encourage him to get closer with Hae-in when you knew a simple no from you could easily convince him to cut off all relations with her and her associates.

Really, you seemed to have a penchant for contradicting yourself in the worst ways possible.

Sung Jinwoo feels his patience draw thin. Every attempt at a question was answered by a surety he found baffling. Did he seem that disloyal? He shouldn't be angry, he knows that. But seeing you slowly spiral into this complicated mess of a lover brings him closer to the brink of insanity as well.

What exactly would it take for you to see the way his heart burns for you only?

[thirstkanaphan]

Casting Ateez in a BL

Purely self-indulgent and a way for me to draw from my stores of BL knowledge (see my tags) and procrastinate on my actual work

Hongjoong

Hongjoong doesn't quite fit standard BL male lead visuals, yet he has shown himself to be intense, jealous, and possessive with atiny (and certain other members), which makes him a good fit for a cult fave Taiwanese BL. I would cast him in a Lin Pei Yu drama as a lead who secretly and furiously pines over his love interest for years, leading to an explosive moment of passionate intimacy, only to then ghost the love of his life for five years in order to prove himself worthy.

We Best Love 1 & 2 (Taiwan 2021)

Seonghwa

With Seonghwa's ability to draw from the emotional spectrum in his art (sadness, longing, grief, anger) and his unconventional yet staggering good looks, he would be a great fit for a Korean BL directed by my queen Hwang Da Seul. A show about the cost of aiming for perfection in a society that values beauty above all else. Seonghwa would definitely try for a more authentic depiction of queerness in a BL and would not be afraid of playing a messy character yearning for love.

Bleuming (Korea 2023)

Mingi

Given Mingi's penchant for pushing boundaries and zagging where others would zig, I see him fitting in with his new friend Up Poompat in a high-budget Thai BL adapted from a Chinese web novel. A show filled with questionable/downright problematic tropes and an incomprehensible plot, yet with great ratings due to its flashy visual style and high heat. Yes, I think Mingi would have a field day and charm the pants off everyone on the set.

My Stand-In (Thailand, 2024)

Yunho

Realistically, Yunho has the best chance of being cast in a Korean bromance drama like The Devil Judge or Beyond Evil, playing an honor-bound yet impressionable rookie who comes under the thrall of a mysterious and dangerous older mentor. However, we are casting him for BL and I think he would be perfectly suited for a Japanese BL filled with comfortable and nostalgic vignettes of everyday life and extended scenes of one character cooking for the other. His handsome, boy-next-door good looks would make him the ideal romantic lead who quietly devotes himself to his childhood friend-turned-roommate.

Living With Him (Japan, 2024)

Wooyoung

Has there ever been someone more suited to a pulpy Thai BL? I mean this as a compliment, of course. Yes, these shows have a reputation for being little more than sexy melodramas with poor production values, but I see the vision. Wooyoung's magnetism, swagger, and confidence would land him a show produced by Be On Cloud with great cinematography and a high-concept story held together by tape and glue. That wouldn't matter, because Wooyoung would get every advertiser of ice tea and printer ink to fund the show.

KinnPorsche (Thailand, 2022)

San

Yes, I know San was actually used as a visual reference for a character on KinnPorsche, but he would be playing it safe as a nice, strong, romantic lead in a New Siwaj-directed Thai BL. Physically, he embodies all the attributes of a seme, defined as the active pursuer in the narrative. He is the soft dom of our dreams, and would gently yet persistently woo our skittish ML while dealing with the emotional fallout of an intergenerational trauma that threatens his happily-ever-after.

P'DEEEAAAAAN!!!

Until We Meet Again (Thailand, 2019)

Yeosang

Yeosang is tough to cast, because we know he sees himself as a doberman while the world insists he's a maltese. Unfortunately, his angelic good looks and soft-spoken demeanor would make him catnip for a Koran BL casting director looking for the ideal uke (the passive resistor in the narrative). He would play a sweet-natured yet timed character with a tragic backstory desperate to be loved by the touch-too-possessive ML who has known him since childhood. The show would be inexpensive yet tastefully staged, with a soft and dreamy style. The chemistry would be awkward and unconvincing, but the visuals would do most of the heavy lifting. His co-star would dine out on fan-meetings for the next 2-3 years.

Cherry Blossoms After Winter (Korea, 2022) starring Ok Jin Uk, from the trot idol group SUPERFIVE

Jongho

This was the hardest casting, because Jongho is so emphatically anti-fan service. Yet his prickly appeal and fondness for weepy dramas makes me think he could tough it out in a melancholy Japanese BL. Despite a mean and grumpy demeanor, his big round eyes would fill with devastation as the person he loves is taken from him too soon, only to get him back with only enough time to say their goodbyes and learn something about acceptance and memory.

Eternal Yesterday (Japan, 2022)

I will happily hear your substitutions or recommendations.

[1982grapejuiceblues]

The Lingering I

Official Masterlist | Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2

The Wrong Pitch Part 3

Summary: In the quiet aftermath of their almost, Harry and Y/N navigate the silence of what wasn’t said. Through unsent drafts, pacing thoughts, and overthought messages, one of them finally reaches out — and the other answers. It isn’t grand. It isn’t dramatic. It’s careful. Intentional. Honest. And it’s enough to change everything.

A/N: AHHHHH These two are back!! I really love this story and the slowburn of it, The Lingering is going to be at least three parts, I have it all written out its just the editing that takes FOREVER. I do it in batches though so thats how I'm able to upload these so quickly! Let me know what you guys think so far!

Warning: Anxiety spiraling / overthinking | Emotional hesitation and vulnerability | Unsent texts and delayed communication | Fear of saying the wrong thing | Internalized self-doubt | Extended emotional tension (but no conflict) | Slow pacing, realism-focused inner monologues | No physical intimacy (just yearning and care)

Word Count: 3.5k

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Saturday — 6:42 p.m. — Y/N’s Flat

Y/N didn’t turn on the lights when she walked in.

She didn’t like the way switches filled the room too fast. There was something about the soft, creeping dusk she preferred — the natural fade of light across her hardwood floor, the dim orange glow of a streetlamp just starting to warm the sidewalk outside her window. It gave her time to land. To figure out who she was again, alone, after being something else in someone else’s company.

She slipped her shoes off one by one, the way she always did — toe to heel, heel to toe — and left them by the door. Her coat slid down her shoulders in a single movement, familiar, practiced, and landed on the hook like it had been trained to return there.

Everything about her flat was warm and quiet and intentionally hers.

Usually, she liked that.

But right now, it felt a little too quiet. A little too much like a place that expected her to think.

She padded into the kitchen and turned on the kettle out of instinct. Not because she wanted tea — not yet — but because she didn’t know what else to do with her hands. She moved slowly, methodically: mug, spoon, tea bag, water. Not committing to it, just lining up the options.

She wasn’t hungry.

She wasn’t tired.

She just felt… untethered.

The moment she sat down on the couch, the silence hit her square in the chest.

It wasn’t harsh. But it was immediate.

The kind of quiet that creeps in when you realize someone else’s presence had taken up more space than you thought. That Harry had taken up space — not just in her periphery, but in her head. Her day. Her body, somehow. Like his voice had carved out a rhythm and her breath was still matching it.

She hated how much she noticed the absence.

She hated even more that it didn’t feel like an absence at all — just a… pause.

A question mark.

She reached for her phone almost reflexively. Unlocked it. Didn’t open anything yet.

She stared at the home screen for a few seconds, as if some app she hadn’t downloaded yet would offer a solution.

Then, slowly, deliberately, she tapped into the message thread.

Harry Styles.

The name felt strange every time she saw it written out. A person who had once been a complete stranger — someone with a name that meant nothing to her, just a man sitting at the wrong table — was now… something else. Undefined. Quietly insistent.

A presence she couldn’t unfeel.

She scrolled up.

Read what she had sent. What he had sent back. The part where it stopped.

Thank you for saying that.

I was scared too.

Still am.

But I’d rather be scared with you than wonder if we missed it.

That last line hit her harder than she expected. Again.

She had read it before. She’d felt it earlier, in the booth, in the quiet between them. But here, in her flat, in the silence of her own space, it felt sharper. Heavier. More true.

And still, she hadn’t answered him.

She opened the keyboard.

Typed:

Are you home?

Deleted it.

Typed:

I haven’t stopped thinking about earlier.

Deleted that, too.

Tried again:

I want to see you again.

Her thumb hovered.

She knew what that meant.

She also knew she couldn’t send it yet.

Backspaced. Cleared the screen. Let her fingers rest over the glass.

What was she doing?

Why was this so hard?

She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, hands clasped around her phone like it might reveal something if she just held it tight enough.

And then she whispered it out loud — just to herself, in the soft, safe dark of her apartment:

“I liked being with you.”

The words surprised her. Not because they were true, but because of how much they meant. How heavy they sounded in her own voice. How simple they were, and yet how deeply they landed.

She rested her phone on the couch beside her. Let her hands fall into her lap. Stared out the window as the last of the daylight bled into blue.

She thought about the way he had looked at her when she walked into the café again.

Not surprised. Not alarmed.

Just… relieved.

Like she had made a choice he hadn’t wanted to ask her to make.

Like he had hoped — quietly, without pressure — that she would come back.

“You already are,” she had told him, when he said he wanted to show up.

That sentence had stayed with her all the way home. It was still here now, in the room, in her hands, in her mouth like a thing she might say again if he were sitting beside her.

But he wasn’t.

And she didn’t know when he would be.

Or if she’d be brave enough to ask.

7:09 p.m. — Harry’s Flat

Harry had stared at the same sentence for thirteen minutes.

It wasn’t even a complicated sentence.

It was just the close of a paragraph — something small and transitional. Something that should’ve taken thirty seconds to finish and forget. But instead, it was sitting there like a brick in the middle of the page, daring him to make it sound like he believed it.

He leaned back in his chair and pressed his knuckles against his temples.

Focus.

The cursor blinked at him.

It wasn’t the writing. He could write. Had written better speeches than this one in worse conditions. It was the space he was writing from — the place in his head that felt suddenly unfamiliar. Crowded. Warmer than usual.

Full.

Which was ridiculous. They’d only seen each other again this afternoon. They hadn’t even kissed. Had barely touched. Had said maybe two sentences that could be considered emotionally intimate.

But God, the silence after?

It felt like it carried weight.

He pushed the chair back from the desk, stood up too quickly. Pacing helped. Usually.

He ran a hand through his hair and crossed the room toward the kitchen, trying to remember what he even came in for. Opened the fridge. Closed it again.

There was a time when a quiet Saturday night like this would’ve felt like relief. A long exhale. A moment to recharge.

But tonight, it felt like too much room.

Too much space to think about what he should’ve said when they were standing at her door.

Or what she hadn’t said.

Not in a way that made him second-guess her — he didn’t. He just knew that she was trying. That she was letting herself feel this in real time, and he didn’t want to be the reason she retreated.

He didn’t want to fill the space too quickly. But he didn’t want to leave it empty either.

He opened their text thread again. Not for the first time. Not even for the fifth.

It wasn’t that he expected anything new.

He just wanted to remember the way her words sounded.

Even when they were just black text on a white screen.

“I was scared too.”

“Still am.”

God, that had floored him.

Not because she’d said it — but because of how much he’d believed her.

He hadn’t had that in a long time. Someone honest enough to admit fear, but steady enough to still show up anyway.

He wanted to tell her that. Not poetically. Not dramatically. Just plainly. Just… truthfully.

But every draft he started felt like it leaned too hard in one direction — too casual or too intense. Too soon or too vague. Too much or not enough.

He hated how much he cared about getting the tone right.

He hated how much he wanted to get it right.

He sat back down at the desk. Pulled the laptop toward him. Tried to re-engage with the speech. Something about unity. Shared vision. The usual stuff.

But even those words felt hollow.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her — sitting on her couch right now, probably. Maybe drinking tea. Maybe overthinking this the same way he was.

And maybe she wasn’t.

Maybe she had already moved on from the softness of the afternoon. Maybe he was reading into something that had already cooled.

But then he remembered the look in her eyes when she walked through the café door.

The way she looked at him.

It wasn’t casual.

It wasn’t over.

It was something waiting.

He typed a new message.

Let it sit on the screen.

I’m not going to crowd you.

But I do want to see you again.

Read it. Reread it.

Then deleted it.

Too soon.

Or maybe not soon enough.

He stood up again and rubbed his palms over his face. Walked to the bookshelf. Pulled out the small notebook he kept on the second shelf, tucked behind the short story collections.

It was older. More scribbled than sorted. Just fragments, mostly — moments, half-thoughts, things he couldn’t shake.

He opened to the last blank page and scribbled one sentence.

I don’t want to be afraid of this before it even starts.

Then closed the notebook.

Slid it back into place.

Walked away from the desk and sat on the couch.

He didn’t touch his phone again for a long time.

But he didn’t stop thinking about her, either.

8:14 p.m. — Y/N’s Flat

She hadn’t moved in over twenty minutes.

She was still in her jeans. Still sitting at the edge of the couch. Still staring out the window like something might happen if she just stayed still long enough.

Her tea had gone cold.

She hadn’t touched it.

Didn’t even remember making it.

Everything around her looked the same as it had this morning — the blanket folded neatly at the corner of the couch, the stack of manuscripts on the dining table waiting for her notes, the email inbox she hadn’t opened once.

But she wasn’t the same.

And that realization — as soft and quiet as it was — made her sit up straighter.

She felt unsettled in a way that didn’t have a name. Not anxious, exactly. Not regretful. Just… aware.

Of how much had shifted in such a short span of time.

Of how little it took for someone to take up space again.

And how badly she wanted him to stay in it.

She picked up her phone and stared at the blank message screen.

Typed:

I made it home.

Paused.

Deleted it.

Typed:

I haven’t stopped thinking about the booth.

Deleted.

Then she did what she’d been trying not to do all evening — she opened the notes app. Scrolled past her work drafts. Her to-do lists. Her grocery reminders. Until she found the untitled one from earlier this week.

It was a draft of a message.

One she’d written but never sent.

Dated two days after she left him sitting in that café alone.

I don’t know why I left the way I did.

I panicked.

You were kind and good and you didn’t deserve the silence.

I haven’t stopped thinking about that conversation.

About you.

She read it twice.

Then hit select all.

Deleted it in one tap.

She didn’t want to send him something old.

Not now.

Not after seeing him again. Not after the warmth of the afternoon. Not after the quiet understanding in his eyes that said, You don’t owe me anything, but I’m still here if you want to try.

She opened the thread.

Typed:

Hey.

Waited.

Then added:

I don’t know if I’m doing this right.

Deleted that.

Typed:

Is this still okay?

No, not that either.

She let her hands fall into her lap and stared at the screen for a while.

She thought about what she really wanted him to know.

What wasn’t performative or clever or distant.

What she would say if he were sitting right here, across from her on this couch.

And slowly, carefully, she typed:

I’ve been thinking about earlier.

About how easy it felt.

And how hard that is to find lately.

I don’t know what this is.

Or if I’m supposed to know yet.

But I’d like to keep figuring it out.

With you.

She stared at it.

No emojis. No qualifiers. No softening the landing.

Just truth.

She hit send before she could overthink it.

Then set the phone down, facedown this time, and stood up.

She turned on the light in the hallway.

Went to the kitchen.

Poured out the cold tea.

Started boiling the water again.

She wasn’t going to wait around watching the screen this time.

She already knew she’d hear from him.

8:51 p.m. — Harry’s Flat

Harry was lying on the couch with a record playing low when his phone buzzed.

He almost didn’t check it.

Not because he wasn’t waiting — he was, in the quiet, resigned way people wait for things they know might not come. He’d done it before. Had entire evenings pass with his phone untouched, just to prove to himself that he could.

But this buzz felt different.

It wasn’t the group chat. Not a push notification. Just a single, simple vibration against the wood of the coffee table that made his eyes flick open and settle on the screen.

And then he saw it.

Y/N.

He sat up too fast.

The message preview was just a few words, cut off mid-line — but his chest tightened before he even unlocked the screen.

I’ve been thinking about earlier…

He blinked.

Held his breath.

Opened the thread.

And read.

I’ve been thinking about earlier.

About how easy it felt.

And how hard that is to find lately.

I don’t know what this is.

Or if I’m supposed to know yet.

But I’d like to keep figuring it out.

With you.

It took him three full reads to stop blinking.

Then he exhaled — loud and uneven, like it had been building all day and only now found a way out of his body.

He didn’t move for a long time.

Just held the phone in his hand, let his eyes trace the words over and over. Let himself feel every inch of what she was offering: not certainty, not resolution — but permission.

A beginning.

An opening.

A reach.

His first instinct was to reply immediately.

To give her what she’d given him — honesty, vulnerability, forward motion.

But then the overthinking kicked in.

What tone? What length? Was he allowed to be excited? Should he be measured? Was there a way to say me too without sounding like he’d been waiting by the phone all evening?

Because he had.

But still.

He opened the keyboard.

Typed:

You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.

Paused.

Backspaced.

Tried again:

Me too.

Too short.

Tried:

I’d really like that too.

And I think maybe we don’t have to know yet.

We just have to keep showing up.

He stared at it.

Nodded to himself.

Then, instead of hitting send, he set the phone down beside him and stood up.

He walked to the kitchen.

Opened the cupboard.

Pulled out the tea he had no intention of drinking — just needed to move. Think. Let the weight of her message land.

It wasn’t romantic, not in the sweeping-movie-score kind of way. It was grounded. Measured. Real.

But it meant something.

And the way it made his hands shake a little as he poured water into the kettle — yeah, that meant something too.

Back in the living room, he picked up the phone again.

Read the message again.

Still hit him like a warmth in his chest he didn’t know how to name.

He typed:

Can I see you tomorrow?

Then paused.

Edited:

I know it’s soon.

And I know we said we’d take it slow.

But I think I’d like slow better if you were next to me while we figured it out.

He didn’t overthink this one.

He just hit send.

And leaned back.

And smiled.

Not because he was confident.

But because for the first time in a long time, he wasn’t alone in the wanting.

9:03 p.m. — Y/N’s Flat

Her phone buzzed right as she was pouring the hot water over the tea bag.

It was quiet, almost tentative — like it didn’t want to assume it was important.

But her body stilled anyway.

She reached for it with one hand, the other still holding the kettle mid-pour, and nearly spilled it when she saw his name.

Harry Styles

I know it’s soon.

And I know we said we’d take it slow.

But I think I’d like slow better if you were next to me while we figured it out.

She didn’t breathe for a full second.

Then she exhaled all at once.

The kind of breath that felt like she’d been holding it for days.

She put the kettle down.

Left the mug where it was.

Walked out of the kitchen and back into the living room, phone in both hands, rereading the message over and over.

She smiled.

Then bit her lip.

Then sat down on the couch and tucked her legs under her, trying to figure out why this — this exact combination of words — was hitting her so hard.

It wasn’t flowery.

It wasn’t performative.

It was just… him.

Direct. Earnest. Just vulnerable enough to feel real.

He wasn’t asking her to give him certainty. He was asking to sit in the uncertainty together.

And she wanted that. Badly.

She typed:

You’re very good at this.

Paused.

Backspaced.

Tried:

I think I’d like that too.

No.

She wanted to be sure. She wanted him to feel it.

She typed:

Yes.

I’d really like to see you tomorrow.

And I think you’re right.

Slow might feel less terrifying if it’s next to you.

She stared at it. Her fingers trembled a little.

But this time, she didn’t doubt it.

She hit send.

Then she dropped the phone in her lap and just sat there.

Let herself feel how good it was to say yes to something that didn’t demand her to be perfect — just present.

A minute later, her phone buzzed again.

I’ll make the plans.

She didn’t even realize she was smiling until she saw her reflection in the window — soft, lit by the glow of the lamp behind her, eyes tired but bright in a way she hadn’t seen in a while.

Okay, she thought.

This is something.

Let it be something.

Sunday — 9:03 a.m. — Y/N’s Flat

Y/N woke up before her alarm.

Not with a jolt, not in a panic. Just… aware. Like her body had been keeping time without her.

She stayed under the blanket for a few minutes longer than usual, watching the light crawl in through the window. It was that kind of golden pale that made everything look like a film still. Like the city was trying to convince her to say yes to things before she could think of reasons not to.

And for once, she didn’t try to talk herself out of it.

9:17 a.m. — Harry’s Flat

Harry stood at his kitchen counter, eating toast he hadn’t meant to make.

He kept glancing at the clock like he was going to be late for something, even though there was nothing scheduled. Nothing formal. Just a maybe. A sometime today.

But it felt like a thing he didn’t want to miss.

He’d already checked the weather (mild, clear, cool breeze). Already shaved. Changed his shirt twice. Put on the one that didn’t look like he was trying, even though he definitely was.

He didn’t know where they were going yet — not exactly. He just knew he wanted it to feel easy. Low pressure. Like an extension of the café booth, but out in the world.

Like something real.

10:14 a.m. 

Do you trust me to pick somewhere?

As long as there’s coffee involved.

I’d never disrespect you like that.

Then yes. I trust you.

That last part wasn’t just about the coffee.

She hoped he knew that.

She had a feeling he did.

11:08 a.m. — Somewhere on the Northern Line

They weren’t meeting in the city proper. That had been a conscious choice on Harry’s part. He figured a smaller street, a quieter café, fewer things pulling at their attention — it might give them space to just… be.

He had no idea if it was the right call.

But when he got off the train and stepped out into the soft, sun-filtered morning, he felt like it might be.

He adjusted the bag on his shoulder, checked his phone again.

No new texts.

But she was coming.

That was enough.

11:26 a.m.

She saw him first.

He was leaning against the wall just outside the café entrance, phone in hand, one ankle crossed casually over the other like he was built for waiting. Like he didn’t mind it.

She stopped just short of being in his line of vision.

Took one second.

Then walked forward.

He looked up just as she reached him.

And smiled in that small, surprised way — like something he’d been hoping for had just appeared in front of him.

“Hi,” she said, soft.

“Hi,” he replied, quieter still.