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A Real Good Doctor (Part 2)

Doctor Harry

Part One

Where Y/N and Harry run into each other and one thing leads to the next.

Word Count: 8,273

Content Warning: Mentions of blood, falling, surgery, and light smut.

Harry pulls open the door to the café, stepping aside to let Y/N walk out first before following close behind. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of muffins  from the bakery next door. They walk side by side in a comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their coffees as the city moves around them.

Then, without any hesitation, Harry speaks. “Why didn’t you text me?”

Y/N glances up at him, caught off guard by how straightforward he is. He is not teasing, not smirking just asking. She shifts her coffee cup between her hands, looking down at the sidewalk as they walk.

“I didn’t think I was supposed to,” she says honestly. “I figured the number was just for medical stuff. Like if something went wrong with the stitches.”

Harry nods slowly, considering that. “That’s fair,” he says. “But you could’ve texted anyway.”

She exhales, still looking ahead. “I just didn’t want to bother you,” she admits. “You’re a doctor. You have way more important things to deal with.”

Harry stops walking for a moment, and she pauses too, turning to face him. He studies her for a second, then shakes his head. “I wouldn’t have given you my number if I didn’t mean it.”

Y/N presses her lips together, feeling a small pang of regret. She had not considered that. She had assumed it was just a polite gesture, nothing more.

She nods, shifting slightly on her feet. “I guess I didn’t think about it that way.”

Harry gives a small shrug. “Well. Now you know.”

There is no pressure in his tone, no expectation—just a simple statement. And somehow, that makes it feel even more significant.

Harry takes another sip of his coffee, his gaze flicking toward Y/N before he speaks again. “It’s not every day you rescue a cute girl off the sidewalk.”

Y/N lets out a short laugh, shaking her head. “Is that in the medical textbooks? Proper procedure for stumbling across injured pedestrians?”

He smirks slightly. “Something like that.”

The conversation settles between them as they continue walking, the cold air biting just a little more now that they are no longer inside the café. Y/N tucks one hand into her coat pocket, shifting her coffee cup to the other as they pass a row of shop windows, each one glowing softly with warm light. The displays are decorated for the upcoming holidays, twinkling string lights casting a golden hue onto the sidewalk.

Harry glances at one of the windows, where an array of books is stacked beneath a sign that reads Winter Reads to Get Lost In. Y/N follows his gaze, her lips twitching slightly.

“You a big reader?” she asks.

He hums, considering. “Not as much as I’d like to be. Work keeps me busy.”

She nods, taking another sip of her drink before tilting her head slightly. “Speaking of work, what kind of doctor are you?”

“Trauma surgeon,” he answers easily.

Her eyebrows raise slightly. “That sounds… intense.”

He gives a small shrug. “It can be.”

She studies him for a moment. “So my knee was probably the least exciting thing you’ve had to deal with.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “I wouldn’t say that. At least you were conscious. That’s more than I can say for a lot of my patients.”

Y/N winces slightly at that, imagining the kind of high-stakes situations he must deal with on a daily basis. “And you still had the energy to stop for coffee and go on a run?”

“I try,” he says. “Some days are easier than others.”

She watches him as they walk, noting the way his shoulders sit slightly tense, like he is used to carrying more weight than just his own.

“So when you’re not patching people up, running, and drinking overpriced coffee, what do you do?” she asks, shifting the conversation to something lighter.

Harry glances at her, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “You make it sound like I have no life.”

She grins. “Do you?”

He laughs under his breath. “I guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

Y/N rolls her eyes but feels herself smiling as they continue walking, the city stretching out ahead of them.

As they walk, their conversation flows effortlessly, jumping from books to coffee preferences to the best running routes in the city. The air is crisp, but the warmth of their drinks and the easy conversation makes it feel less biting.

After a brief lull, Harry glances at Y/N, his expression thoughtful. “What are you doing this weekend?”

Y/N hums, taking a sip of her coffee. “Not much, I think. Why?”

He hesitates for only a second before saying, “I was thinking… maybe we could get dinner?”

She slows her steps slightly, looking up at him. There is no teasing in his expression, no smugness—just a simple, casual invitation.

“Oh,” she says, a little caught off guard, though pleasantly so. “Like a ‘thank you for stitching me up’ dinner or…?”

Harry smirks. “I mean, if that’s what you want to call it.”

Y/N bites her lip, suppressing a smile. “I think I could be convinced.”

“Good,” he says with a nod. “Any place in mind?”

She thinks for a moment before her eyes light up. “There’s this Thai place I love, but it’s kind of a hole in the wall.”

Harry raises a brow. “You’re not talking about Saap Thai, are you?”

Y/N’s jaw drops slightly. “Wait—you know it?”

“Know it?” He scoffs. “I’ve been going there for years. Best pad see ew in the city.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “I don’t know whether to be impressed or concerned that we both love the same obscure Thai place.”

Harry grins. “I’d say it’s a good sign.”

Y/N pretends to consider. “Fine. I guess I can meet you there this weekend.”

“Looking forward to it,” he says, his voice warm.

As they continue walking, Y/N feels a quiet excitement settle in her chest. A few weeks ago, she never would have imagined any of this happening. But now, here she was—planning dinner with the doctor who quite literally picked her up off the sidewalk.

Their walk naturally loops back around to the coffee shop, the familiar scent of espresso and baked goods greeting them once more. Through the window, Y/N spots Poppy sitting at a small table near the front, scrolling on her phone, but not-so-subtly glancing up every few seconds as if to check on her progress.

Harry follows her gaze and nods. “Looks like your friend is waiting.”

Y/N exhales, part of her wishing she had a little more time before they had to part ways. “Yeah, I should probably get back before she starts interrogating me.”

Harry smirks, shifting his coffee cup between his hands. “I should let you go, then.” He tilts his head slightly. “But I’ll see you this weekend?”

Y/N nods, feeling an unfamiliar flutter in her stomach. “Yeah. Looking forward to it.”

There is a brief pause before Harry steps closer, wrapping one arm around her in an easy, natural hug. For a second, she freezes, caught off guard, but then she relaxes into it, letting her arms wrap around him in return.

He is warm, solid, and his scent—clean, fresh, with a hint of something woodsy—lingers in the air between them. It is the same scent she noticed in his car, the same one that clung to his hoodie when he had wrapped her knee. Now, pressed against him, she can tell it is just him, and something about that makes her heart pick up slightly.

Harry pulls back first, his expression unreadable but not unkind. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

Y/N nods, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she steps back toward the door. “You too, Doctor.”

He huffs out a quiet laugh before turning and walking down the street, disappearing into the flow of city traffic.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N steps back inside the café, bracing herself for the inevitable interrogation waiting at Poppy’s table.

The moment Y/N steps inside, Poppy looks up from her phone, her eyes already wide with excitement. She doesn’t even try to hide her smirk as she leans forward on the table, both hands wrapped around her coffee cup like she has been waiting for this moment all her life.

“Well?” Poppy says, dragging out the word. “Are you going to tell me, or do I have to start guessing?”

Y/N sighs, setting her coffee down before sliding into the chair across from her. “Nothing happened,” she says, though the warmth in her face betrays her.

Poppy scoffs. “Nothing happened? Babe, I watched you walk off with a literal doctor who carried you through the streets of New York. And then you come back forty minutes later looking all—” She gestures vaguely at Y/N. “Like that.”

Y/N raises a brow. “Like what?”

“Like someone who just got asked on a date,” Poppy says, eyes sparkling.

Y/N groans, covering her face for a second before peeking through her fingers. “Okay. Fine. Maybe he asked me to dinner this weekend.”

Poppy gasps dramatically, nearly knocking over her coffee. “I KNEW IT!” She slaps the table, drawing the attention of the barista behind the counter. “I knew there was something there! Oh my god, tell me everything. Where? When? What did he say?”

Y/N sighs, unable to fight back a small smile as she leans back in her chair. “We’re going to that little Thai place we love.”

Poppy gasps again, clutching her chest like she has just received the best news of her life. “Oh, this is fate. This is a rom-com. He just happens to love the same restaurant? Babe, this is how love stories start.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but the truth is, a small part of her is thinking the same thing.

“It’s just dinner,” she says, though even she does not sound convinced.

Poppy grins knowingly, stirring her coffee. “Mmmhmm. Sure. And next week, I’ll be helping you pick out an outfit for date number two.”

Y/N shakes her head, laughing, but she does not deny it.

On the weekend, Y/N stands in front of her closet, scanning through her options with a mix of excitement and nerves. It had been a while since she had gone on a proper date, and despite telling herself that this was just dinner, she could not ignore the way her stomach fluttered at the thought of seeing Harry again.

She pulls out a nice top, something flattering but not too dressy, and pairs it with high-waisted pants that hug her just right. She slips on a pair of flats, knowing she wants to be comfortable but still put together. The outfit is simple, effortless, exactly the balance she wants to strike.

Stepping in front of the mirror, she smooths her hands over the fabric and exhales. Her hair falls just right, and her makeup is light but enough to make her feel confident. She wants to look nice without feeling like she is trying too hard.

Checking the time, she grabs her purse and phone before heading toward the door. Her heart beats a little faster as she steps out, the anticipation settling in as she makes her way to the Thai restaurant where Harry is waiting.

Y/N arrives at the Thai restaurant just a few minutes early, the familiar scent of spices and sizzling dishes drifting through the air as she approaches the entrance. The small, tucked-away spot is just as cozy as she remembers, warm light spilling from the windows onto the sidewalk. She pulls open the door, stepping inside, her pulse quickening slightly as she glances around.

Harry is already there. He stands near the entrance, scanning the room before his eyes land on her. His expression shifts instantly, a small, genuine smile appearing as he takes her in. He looks effortlessly put together in a dark button-up with the sleeves casually rolled to his forearms, paired with well-fitted trousers. He looks good—really good.

“Hey,” he greets, stepping forward slightly. “You made it.”

She laughs softly. “Would’ve been awkward if I didn’t.”

He smirks, then gestures toward the host stand. “I got us a table. Ready to eat?”

“Absolutely,” she says, feeling the warmth of anticipation settle in her chest.

The host leads them to a small table near the window, tucked away just enough for them to have some privacy. The restaurant hums with quiet conversations and the clinking of plates, the atmosphere intimate but relaxed. They sit across from each other, the flickering candle on the table casting a soft glow over their faces.

Harry leans back slightly, resting his forearm on the table as he glances over the menu. “So, do you already know what you’re getting, or are you one of those people who has to read through the whole thing every time?”

Y/N tilts her head playfully. “I like to consider all my options.”

He huffs a quiet laugh. “I already know what I’m getting.”

“Let me guess. Pad see ew?”

Harry raises a brow, impressed. “Good memory.”

She shrugs, smirking slightly. “You said it was the best in the city.”

He nods, then gestures to her. “What about you?”

“I always go for the green curry,” she says, setting the menu down.

“Solid choice,” he acknowledges, closing his own menu just as their server approaches. They place their orders, and once the server leaves, Harry leans in slightly, his gaze settling on her with quiet curiosity.

“So,” he says, “is this the part where we ask all the typical first-date questions?”

Y/N arches a brow. “Is that what this is?”

He tilts his head slightly, considering. “Would you be here if it wasn’t?”

She exhales a soft laugh, shaking her head. “No, I wouldn’t.”

His lips twitch with amusement. “Good to know.”

She sips her water, meeting his gaze. “Alright, then. Typical first-date questions. What made you want to be a doctor?”

Harry thinks for a moment, his fingers tapping idly against the table. “I guess I’ve always liked the idea of being able to help people. My mum was a nurse, so I grew up around it. Seeing the way she cared for people, how she made a difference in their lives—I wanted to be able to do the same.”

Y/N listens intently, watching the way his expression softens slightly when he talks about it. There is no arrogance in his voice, no sense of self-importance. Just sincerity.

“That’s a good reason,” she says, nodding.

He shrugs lightly. “What about you? What do you do?”

“I work in publishing,” she says. “Mostly editing manuscripts before they go to print. It’s not quite as life-saving as your job, but it has its moments.”

“Don’t sell yourself short,” he says. “Books have probably saved more lives than I have.”

She smiles at that, tilting her head. “That might be the nicest thing anyone has said about my job.”

Their conversation flows easily, moving from work to travel, to childhood memories, to the small quirks that make them who they are. Time seems to slip away as the food arrives, the dishes filling the space between them as they eat and talk, neither of them feeling the need to check the time.

At some point, Y/N realizes how natural this feels—how easy it is to be here with him, to talk to him like they have known each other longer than just a few weeks. It is effortless, but not in a way that feels fleeting. It feels like something that could last.

And judging by the way Harry looks at her, like he is just as caught up in the moment as she is, she thinks he might feel the same way.

They were caught up in the moment, lost in the conversation, in the warmth of good food and easy laughter, until the sudden vibration of Harry’s phone cut through it. He barely noticed it at first, but when it rang again, more insistent this time, he sighed and pulled it from his pocket.

His eyes flicked to the screen, and immediately, his expression shifted. His relaxed demeanor tensed, his jaw setting as he read the caller ID.

“Sorry,” he murmured, glancing at Y/N before standing. “I have to take this.”

She nodded, watching as he stepped away from the table, pressing the phone to his ear. She could not hear much, just the low hum of his voice as he spoke in short, clipped sentences. His hand raked through his hair at one point, his posture stiff as he listened to whatever was being said on the other end.

When he finally returned, his expression was tight, his lips pressed together in a way that told her the night was about to change.

“I have to go,” he said, exhaling through his nose. “There was an accident. I need to scrub in.”

Y/N immediately sat up, nodding in understanding. “Of course. Go.”

He hesitated, glancing at the half-finished plates in front of them. “I feel bad cutting this short.”

She smiled softly. “You don’t have to. This is your job. People need you.”

His brows furrowed slightly, like he wanted to say something else, but he did not have time to linger.

“I’ll pay for it,” she added, waving a hand. “Consider it repayment for saving my leg.”

Harry shook his head, clearly not liking the idea. “I should at least—”

“Harry,” she interrupted gently, tilting her head toward the door. “Go.”

He sighed, but there was a flicker of appreciation in his eyes. Without another word, he stepped forward and wrapped her in a quick hug. It was warm, firm, and over too soon.

“Rain check?” he asked as he pulled back.

She smiled. “Absolutely.”

He lingered for only a second before nodding and rushing out the door, disappearing into the night.

Y/N watched him go, the space he left behind feeling oddly empty. With a quiet breath, she sat back down, staring at the table before shaking her head with a small smile.

So much for a typical first date.

When Y/N got home, she kicked off her flats, set her purse down, and immediately pulled out her phone. She already knew Poppy was waiting for an update, probably pacing her apartment in anticipation.

Y/N: So… the date was going great.

It took less than five seconds for Poppy to reply.

Poppy: WAS??? Babe, what happened???

Y/N: His job called. There was an accident, and he had to go into surgery.

Poppy: NOOOO. You’re telling me your date got interrupted because he had to go save lives?? That’s both tragic and ridiculously hot.

Y/N: I mean… yeah, basically.

Poppy: Ugh. What a man. Okay, but how was it before he had to go be a hero?

Y/N: Honestly? It was really nice. We talked, laughed, and we even like the same Thai place. It was just easy.

Poppy: So you like him.

Y/N stared at the message for a second before sighing.

Y/N: Yeah. I do.

Poppy: I KNEW IT.

Y/N: But what if his schedule is always like this? What if this happens all the time?

Poppy: That’s something you’ll figure out if it turns into something serious. Right now? It’s one date. And judging by the way you’re texting me, I don’t think it’s going to be the last.

Y/N chewed on her lip, thinking about the way Harry had hugged her before leaving, the way he had asked for a rain check like he wanted to see her again.

Y/N: Yeah… maybe not.

Poppy: Oh, babe. You’re done for.

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before tossing her phone onto the couch. Maybe Poppy was right. Maybe she was done for. But strangely enough, she did not mind the thought.

Later that night, as Y/N sat curled up on her couch, half-watching a show she had no real interest in, her phone lit up with an incoming call. The name on the screen made her heart stutter for a second.

Harry.

She hesitated, unsure if he had meant to call her or if it was some kind of mistake. But after a moment, she swiped to answer, bringing the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she said cautiously.

“Hey,” Harry’s voice came through, low and warm, a little more tired than it had been earlier. “I hope it’s okay that I called.”

Y/N sat up slightly, tucking her legs beneath her. “Yeah, of course. I just… wasn’t sure if you meant to.”

He let out a quiet chuckle. “I did. Texts felt too informal. I felt bad about leaving so abruptly and—” He paused for a second. “I don’t know. I wanted to hear your voice.”

Her stomach flipped slightly at that. She swallowed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You really didn’t have to feel bad, you know. You were literally saving lives.”

“Still,” he murmured, then exhaled. “How was the rest of your night?”

“Uneventful,” she admitted. “Poppy demanded a full debrief, obviously.”

Harry huffed a quiet laugh. “I can only imagine.”

Y/N smiled before tilting her head slightly. “How did surgery go?”

There was a brief pause, then a sigh on the other end. “It was rough,” he admitted. “Multiple injuries, a lot of moving pieces. But we managed. Patient’s stable now, which is what matters.”

Y/N could hear the exhaustion in his voice, the weight of whatever he had dealt with tonight still lingering. She could not even begin to imagine the kind of pressure that came with his job.

“You must be exhausted,” she said softly.

“Yeah,” he admitted, “but I wanted to check in.”

A warmth spread through her chest at that. “Well,” she said, smiling slightly, “I appreciate it.”

There was a quiet hum on the other end, followed by a brief silence that felt comfortable rather than awkward.

“Rain check still on?” he asked eventually.

Y/N’s smile widened. “Yeah. It is.”

“Good,” he murmured. “I’ll let you get some sleep, then. Just wanted to call.”

“Thanks for calling, Harry.”

“Night, Y/N.”

As she hung up, she stared at her phone for a long moment, unable to shake the small, ridiculous smile that had settled on her face.

The next morning, Y/N woke up to a text from Harry. She had not been expecting it so soon, but seeing his name pop up on her screen brought an immediate warmth to her chest.

Harry: Morning. Hope you slept well.

She smiled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before responding.

Y/N: Morning. I did, surprisingly. You?

A few minutes passed before her phone buzzed again.

Harry: As well as I could after a long shift. But I’ve got the evening off. I was thinking… if you feel comfortable, maybe we could have dinner at mine instead of a restaurant.

Y/N sat up a little straighter, rereading the message.

Harry: A proper date this time. No stitches involved.

She huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking her head.

Y/N: That does sound like an upgrade.

Harry: I promise I won’t make you run this time either.

Y/N: You’re really selling this.

Harry: So is that a yes?

She hesitated for only a second, not because she was unsure, but because the idea of going to hisplace made this feel a little more personal, a little more real. But she wanted that.

Y/N: Yeah. I’d like that.

Harry: Perfect. I’ll cook. Do you like red or white wine?

Y/N: Red. But now I feel bad that you’re doing all the work.

Harry: You can bring dessert if it’ll make you feel better.

Y/N: Deal.

Harry: See you at seven?

Y/N: See you then.

She set her phone down, feeling an unfamiliar flutter in her stomach. This was different from meeting at a restaurant. This was stepping into his world, seeing him outside of work, outside of the rushed moments they had shared so far.

Y/N stood in front of Harry’s door, balancing a sheet of homemade brownies in one hand while smoothing down her sweater with the other. She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the last bit of nerves before pressing the doorbell.

Within seconds, the door swung open, and there he was. Harry, in a dark knit sweater and fitted jeans, his hair slightly tousled, looking far more relaxed than he had the last time she was here.

“You actually baked?” he asked, glancing down at the brownies with a small smirk.

She scoffed. “Excuse me, I happily took on the responsibility of dessert.” She lifted the tray slightly. “And these are homemade, by the way. Not store-bought.”

Harry placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “I’m honored.”

She rolled her eyes, laughing, as he stepped aside to let her in. The warmth of his home greeted her instantly, the scent of something rich and savory filling the air. He reached for her coat, sliding it off her shoulders before hanging it by the door.

“Make yourself at home,” he said, gesturing toward the living room as he took the brownies from her.

Y/N stepped further inside, taking in the space properly for the first time. The last time she had been here, her focus had been entirely on her bleeding knee, on not ruining his furniture with her mess. Now, she could actually look.

His home was beautiful, but not in a showroom kind of way. It was warm and lived-in, filled with small details that made it feel personal. A large bookshelf lined one of the walls, stacked with an impressive mix of medical journals, classic literature, and a few well-worn novels that she suspected were old favorites. A record player sat near the corner, a small stack of vinyls beside it. The couch looked plush and inviting, a cozy knit blanket draped over the armrest.

“This place is beautiful,” she said, turning back to him. “I can actually appreciate it now that I’m not panicking about getting blood everywhere.”

Harry chuckled, setting the brownies on the counter before leaning against it. “Yeah, you were a little preoccupied last time.”

She smirked. “Just a bit.”

He crossed his arms, watching her as she took everything in. “Wine?”

She turned toward him, nodding. “Please.”

As he grabbed the bottle and two glasses, she let herself settle into his space, feeling more at ease than she had expected. This already felt different from their rushed encounters before. This was slower, intentional, and as Harry poured the wine, she realized just how much she was looking forward to the night ahead.

Harry poured the wine, handing her a glass before raising his own slightly. “To a proper date,” he said with a small smirk.

Y/N clinked her glass against his. “No injuries this time,” she added before taking a sip. The deep red was smooth and rich, warming her instantly.

Harry leaned against the counter, watching her with an amused expression. “So, homemade brownies, huh?”

She arched a brow. “Surprised?”

“A little,” he admitted, tilting his head. “Didn’t peg you for the baking type.”

Y/N scoffed, feigning offense. “Excuse me, I am a woman of many talents.”

He smirked. “Oh yeah? Like what?”

She tapped her fingers against her glass, pretending to think. “Well, I can run—most of the time, without falling. I can read an entire novel in a day. And I make a mean grilled cheese.”

Harry laughed, taking a sip of his wine. “Impressive resume. But I’m gonna need to try one of these brownies before I believe the baking claim.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You’ll be thanking me later.”

He nodded toward the living room. “Come sit while dinner finishes up.”

She followed him to the couch, sinking into the plush cushions as he took the spot next to her. The warmth of his home, mixed with the lingering scent of whatever he had cooking, made everything feel comfortable. Easy.

“So,” she said, turning toward him slightly, “is this how you usually spend your nights off? Cooking elaborate meals and drinking expensive wine?”

Harry huffed a quiet laugh. “Not exactly. My nights off are pretty rare, so when they do happen, I try to enjoy them. Sometimes that means cooking, sometimes it means catching up on sleep.”

Y/N took another sip of wine. “Well, I feel honored that I made the cut.”

“You should,” he teased, smirking over the rim of his glass.

She nudged his knee with hers. “And here I was thinking you were this super serious doctor with no time for fun.”

Harry raised a brow. “You think I’m serious?”

“At work? Absolutely,” she said. “You were all business when you stitched me up.”

“To be fair, you were bleeding all over my floor,” he pointed out.

She laughed, shaking her head. “True. But you did joke about battle scars, so maybe I should’ve known you weren’t completely serious all the time.”

Harry shrugged, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I have my moments.”

Their eyes met, and for a second, the playful teasing faded into something quieter. Warmer. Y/N felt it settle in her chest, the realization that she liked sitting here with him, talking with him like this.

Before she could say anything else, a soft chime sounded from the kitchen. Harry glanced toward it, then back at her. “That would be dinner.”

She smiled, leaning back against the couch. “Alright, Doctor. Show me what you’ve got.”

Harry chuckled, standing up. “Prepare to be impressed.”

Harry made his way to the kitchen, rolling up his sleeves as he moved with practiced ease. Y/N watched him for a moment, sipping her wine, enjoying the sight of him in his element. There was something effortless about the way he moved—graceful, confident, like he belonged in any space he stepped into.

“You need any help?” she called out.

He glanced over his shoulder, smirking. “I’ve got it under control.”

She grinned, setting her glass down before getting up anyway. “I don’t mind playing sous-chef.”

He shook his head but didn’t argue as she wandered over, leaning against the counter beside him. The warm, savory scent of spices and herbs filled the air, and she peeked over his shoulder at the dish he had been preparing.

“That smells amazing,” she said, genuinely impressed.

Harry gave a modest shrug. “It’s a simple dish. Just takes a little time to get the flavors right.”

Y/N raised a brow. “So you can stitch people up and cook? Overachiever.”

He chuckled. “I try.” He glanced at her, a playful glint in his eyes. “What about you? Besides baking world-class brownies, what’s your specialty in the kitchen?”

She exhaled dramatically. “Grilled cheese, remember? I do it really well.”

“Ah, right,” he said, nodding seriously. “That’s a tough one to master.”

She smirked. “Don’t mock me, Styles. You haven’t tried it.”

He held up his hands in surrender. “You’re right. Maybe next time, I’ll let you cook.”

Something about the casual way he said next time made her stomach flip. She busied herself by grabbing a couple of plates from the counter, trying not to read too much into it.

A few minutes later, Harry was plating the food, and Y/N helped set the table. Once everything was ready, they sat across from each other, the dim lighting adding an unexpected intimacy to the moment.

Y/N took her first bite, humming in approval. “Okay, yeah. This is incredible.”

Harry smirked, taking a bite of his own. “I’m glad you approve.”

They ate and talked, falling into the same easy rhythm they had earlier. Y/N learned more about his life outside of work—his love for music, the way he sometimes played the guitar to unwind, his favorite places to travel when he had the rare chance. He asked about her job, about the books she had worked on, about the things she wanted to do outside of publishing.

Time passed quickly, their plates empty before they even realized it.

Harry leaned back in his chair, sipping his wine. “Alright. I think I’m ready to try these famous brownies now.”

Y/N grinned, standing to grab the tray. “Prepare to have your expectations blown.”

She set the brownies down between them, cutting a piece for each of them. Harry took a bite first, pausing as he chewed.

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “If you say anything less than amazing, I’m walking out that door.”

He swallowed, setting his fork down before nodding. “Alright. I won’t say it.”

Her jaw dropped. “Harry.”

His lips twitched, and finally, he gave in. “Fine. They’re amazing.”

She let out a satisfied hum, leaning back in her chair. “That’s what I thought.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re very competitive.”

“Only when I know I’m right,” she said, flashing him a teasing smile.

Harry took another bite, shaking his head fondly. “Noted.”

The night continued, conversation flowing effortlessly between them. At some point, they had both abandoned the dining table, moving back to the couch with their wine. The music from the record player hummed softly in the background, adding a warmth to the space that Y/N found herself completely at ease in.

Harry motioned toward the couch, nodding for her to join him. “Come sit. I’ll clean up later.”

Y/N hesitated for only a second before giving in, grabbing her wine glass and settling onto the couch beside him. Maybe it was the warmth of the room, the soft music playing in the background, or maybe it was the wine, but she felt drawn to him in a way that was impossible to ignore.

He sat close, not enough to cross any lines, but enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him. He took a slow sip of his wine, his gaze flickering toward her before he smirked.

“You know,” he said, setting his glass down on the coffee table, “for someone who nearly took themselves out with a sidewalk crack, you carry yourself pretty confidently.”

Y/N let out an incredulous laugh, lightly nudging his arm. “Are you ever going to let that go?”

He grinned, tilting his head slightly. “I mean, I did quite literally save your leg. You might owe me a little good-natured teasing.”

She rolled her eyes but could not help the smile tugging at her lips. “Fine. I’ll allow it. But if you ever trip over something, I will be keeping score.”

Harry hummed, pretending to consider. “Fair enough.”

She took another sip of her wine, setting the glass aside before shifting slightly to face him. “So, is this your signature move? Luring women in with wine and homemade meals?”

He raised a brow, smirking. “If it was, do you think it’s working?”

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly, caught off guard by how effortlessly he turned the teasing back on her. She bit her lip, narrowing her eyes. “I think I’m going to need more evidence before I make a final judgment.”

His smirk deepened, his green eyes flickering over her face. “Guess I’ll just have to prove myself, then.”

Something shifted in the air between them, a quiet tension settling in, thick and unspoken. Y/N could feel her heartbeat pick up slightly, her stomach flipping at the way he looked at her—not in a way that was rushed or expectant, but like he was simply waiting. Giving her the space to decide what happened next.

She exhaled, shaking her head with a soft laugh. “You really are annoyingly charming.”

Harry grinned, resting his arm over the back of the couch, his fingers just inches from her shoulder. “I try.”

Harry tilted his head slightly, his smirk softening into something more genuine. “How’s the knee?” he asked, nodding toward her leg.

Y/N glanced down, instinctively reaching for the fabric of her pants before looking back at him. “You want to see your handiwork?”

He chuckled, setting his wine down. “Of course. I take pride in my work.”

Rolling her eyes but smiling, she shifted slightly, pulling up the leg of her pants just enough to reveal the faint scar where his stitches had been. The skin had healed beautifully, barely a trace of the injury left behind.

Harry leaned in slightly, his fingers brushing over her shin just above the scar. “Not bad,” he murmured, tilting his head as he studied it. “Looks like I know what I’m doing.”

She laughed. “I’ll give you credit where it’s due.”

His thumb traced lightly over the skin for just a second before he looked up at her. “You said this one healed better than most?”

Y/N nodded, exhaling through her nose. “Yeah. I’m kind of clumsy. I have a few more from… various unfortunate incidents.”

Harry raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Care to share?”

Smirking slightly, she pulled up the sleeve of her sweater, revealing a faint, thin scar along her forearm. “Kitchen accident. I may or may not have grabbed a baking sheet straight out of the oven without a mitt.”

Harry let out a deep chuckle, shaking his head. “Impressive.”

She moved her hand to her knee, pointing at a faint scar along the side. “This one was from when I fell off my bike as a kid.”

He nodded, his gaze flickering over her skin, his fingers still resting against her shin. “Seems like you’ve been keeping me in business for years without even knowing it.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but before she could respond, Harry’s voice dropped slightly, his smirk returning.

“Well,” he murmured, his thumb grazing over the edge of her knee, “if you ever need a more thoroughcheck-up…”

Her breath caught as his words sank in. She looked up at him, finding his green eyes already locked on hers, dark with suggestion. His hand rested lightly against her thigh now, the warmth of it seeping through the fabric of her pants.

Her gaze flickered over him—the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his tongue flicked briefly over his bottom lip, the tattoos that curled up his forearm, disappearing beneath the sleeve of his sweater. Everything about him in that moment felt intentional, his presence heavy in the best way possible.

She swallowed, tilting her head slightly. “Is that part of your medical expertise?”

Harry’s smirk deepened, his fingers pressing slightly into her thigh. “Only for special patients.”

Y/N exhaled slowly, her heart hammering against her ribs. She had known there was something between them since the moment he had knelt in front of her on the sidewalk, but now—sitting here, with his hands on her, his voice low and smooth, his eyes watching her like he was waiting for her next move—she realized just how much she wanted to find out where this could go.

Y/N barely had time to process before Harry's hands tightened around her waist, his grip firm but gentle as he pulled her flush against him. The heat from his body engulfed her, the air between them humming with a palpable desire.

His eyes scanned her face intently, gauging her reaction. "Is this okay?" he asked in a hushed tone, his voice hoarse with anticipation.

She nodded, a gasp escaping her lips. It wasn't enough. She nodded once more, this time with urgency, her fingers clutching onto his sweater as if to pull him even closer herself.

That was all the permission he needed.

Harry's lips found hers, tentative at first, seeking permission as their mouths explored each other. But when she responded eagerly, he deepened the kiss with fervor. One of his hands trailed up her back, his fingertips dancing along her spine, while the other hand remained on her thigh, pressing her firmly against him.

His taste was intoxicating – reminiscent of rich red wine that warmed her in a way that made her head swim. It was how he kissed her that left her breathless – unhurried yet confident as if he'd been longing for this moment.

Y/N's hands wandered up to Harry's broad shoulders, feeling the tense muscles beneath her fingers. Her heart raced as he tilted his head, their noses brushing against one another before their tongues tangled in an intimate dance that sent shivers down her spine.

When they finally broke apart just enough to catch their breaths, Harry's forehead rested against Y/N's as they shared a hot exhalation.

"Well," he breathed out, a thumb caressing circles on her hip. "That escalated."

Y/N released a shaky laugh, keeping her eyes closed. "Yeah. Not complaining though."

Harry chuckled softly, tightening his hold momentarily before relaxing again – as if still unsure whether or not to let go. "Me neither."

She opened her eyes, finding his already locked on hers, the green of them dark with desire. He scrutinized her for a moment, and for the first time since this began, he appeared hesitant.

"I don't want to rush anything," he confessed in a gentle whisper. "Tell me if this is too much."

Y/N smiled softly, shaking her head. "It's not."

His lips curved at the corners as his hand moved from her back to cradle her cheek, his thumb stroking softly along her jawline. "Good."

And then, as if that was the reassurance he needed, their mouths fused once again – an explicit display of unspoken yearning. 

Y/N barely had time to catch her breath before Harry kissed her again, deeper this time, like he had been holding back. His hand cradled her face, fingers threading through her hair as he pulled her even closer. The warmth of his body, the way his lips moved against hers—it was overwhelming in the best way.

She felt herself sinking into him, her hands exploring the solid planes of his shoulders, the way his muscles tensed beneath her fingertips. Harry let out a quiet sound against her lips, his grip tightening at her waist before he shifted, guiding her back against the couch.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with restraint.

“I don’t,” she whispered, her breath hitching as his lips trailed along her jaw, down to her neck. “I really don’t.”

Harry exhaled sharply, pressing his forehead against hers for just a moment before nodding. “Come with me,” he said, his voice lower now, edged with something deeper.

He stood, pulling her up with him effortlessly, his hands never leaving her as he guided her toward his bedroom. The moment they stepped inside, the energy shifted—more intimate, more charged. The dim light cast soft shadows across the space, the faint scent of him lingering in the air.

Harry’s hands found her waist again, but this time, they moved slower, more deliberate. His lips hovered just over hers, waiting for her to close the distance. She did.

Their movements became unhurried, hands exploring, lips seeking. Harry took his time, his touch reverent, like he wanted to memorize every part of her. He guided her gently onto the bed, his body pressing against hers, his kisses deepening, his breath growing uneven.

“Are you sure?” he asked one last time, his green eyes searching hers, his thumb stroking slow circles against her hip.

Y/N swallowed, her heart pounding, but there was no hesitation when she whispered, “Yes.”

Harry exhaled like he had been waiting for that, then kissed her again, slow and consuming, as the rest of the world faded away.

The night unfolded slowly, each moment stretching with quiet intensity. Harry took his time, his touch gentle yet sure, as if he was memorizing her, learning her in a way that felt deeply personal. There was something unspoken in the way he moved—no rush, no urgency, just deliberate care, like he wanted her to feel everything, every thrust, to know this was not just a fleeting moment.

Y/N responded in kind, matching his pace, her hands mapping the lines of his body, tracing the tattoos inked into his skin. She felt the strength in him as he moved within her, the way his muscles tensed beneath her touch, the way his breath hitched when she explored the places he liked most, like the spot where his shoulder met his neck. It was intoxicating, feeling him unravel beneath her hands just as much as she was beneath his.

The room was warm, wrapped in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. The faint sound of the city outside was distant, muted by the heavy presence of him—the weight of his body, the heat of his breath, the way he murmured her name against her skin, and the way he moaned with pleasure.

He kissed her deeply, lingering as he pulled back just enough to look at her. “You okay?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing against her cheek, his voice quieter now, rough with emotion.

She nodded, her lips parting as she exhaled, still catching her breath. “Yeah,” she whispered. “More than okay.”

A slow, satisfied smile pulled at his lips before he kissed her again, sealing whatever words might have come next.

Everything about him was careful, intentional. The way he moved, the way he held her, the way he whispered her name like it meant something more. And maybe it did.

By the time they finally settled, tangled in each other beneath the sheets, the night had stretched into early morning. Y/N felt the rise and fall of Harry’s chest beneath her cheek, his arm draped lazily around her, fingers tracing light patterns against her skin.

Neither of them spoke for a while, content in the silence, in the warmth of the moment.

Then, after a long breath, Harry murmured, “That was worth the wait.”

Y/N huffed a quiet laugh against his skin, tilting her head up slightly. “Yeah?”

He looked down at her, his expression softer now. “Yeah.”

She smiled, letting her fingers trail along his arm, tracing one of the tattoos there. “So… do I get to keep my status as your favorite patient?”

Harry chuckled, shaking his head as he tightened his hold around her. “You were always my favorite.”

Y/N felt warmth bloom in her chest at his words, though she knew he was teasing. Mostly.

She sighed, her eyes growing heavy as sleep started to pull at her. “Hope you don’t have an early shift.”

Harry hummed, pressing a slow kiss to her forehead. “Don’t worry about that,” he murmured. “I’m exactly where I want to be.”

And with that, Y/N let herself drift off, safe in the warmth of him. 

Y/N woke to the feeling of warmth surrounding her, the faint scent of something woodsy lingering in the sheets. The room was dim, early morning light barely filtering through the curtains. It took her a moment to remember where she was, why she felt so comfortable, why the bed beneath her wasn’t her own.

Then, she felt movement beside her.

Harry.

She turned her head slightly, blinking the sleep from her eyes as she found him still lying beside her. His arm was draped over his pillow, hair slightly tousled, his breathing slow and steady. He looked completely at peace, his features soft in the early morning light.

A small smile tugged at her lips. She had not expected to wake up like this, wrapped in his sheets, in hisspace, but it felt… nice.

She shifted slightly, stretching out her sore muscles. Harry stirred at the movement, inhaling deeply before his eyes fluttered open.

His gaze met hers, and for a second, he just looked at her, like he was still processing where he was, too. Then, a slow, sleepy smile spread across his face.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning,” she echoed, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

Harry let out a low hum, stretching his arms above his head before rolling onto his side to face her. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “Sleep okay?”

She nodded, her smile growing. “Yeah. Better than I expected.”

His smirk was lazy, teasing. “Better than your own bed?”

She scoffed, nudging him lightly with her foot beneath the sheets. “Don’t push it.”

He chuckled, letting his hand rest on her hip, his thumb tracing absentminded circles against her skin. The weight of his touch was grounding, making it hard to focus on anything but him.

“Stay for breakfast?” he asked after a moment, his voice quieter now.

Y/N hesitated, not because she didn’t want to, but because she hadn’t expected the night to bleed into the morning like this. She thought maybe she would slip out before he woke up, before they had to talk about what this meant. But now, with him looking at her like that, like he wanted her to stay, she felt the hesitation fade.

“What’s on the menu?” she asked, raising a brow.

Harry grinned. “That depends. Do you trust me in the kitchen?”

Y/N bit her lip, pretending to consider. “I suppose you did impress me with dinner last night.”

He rolled his eyes, tugging her closer playfully. “You’re impossible.”

She laughed, but the sound was cut off when he leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against her lips. It was different from last night—less urgent, more lazy, like he had all the time in the world to do this.

When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers. “So… breakfast?”

Y/N sighed dramatically, pretending to give in. “Fine. But only because I want to see if you’re as good at pancakes as you are at stitches.”

Harry smirked, his fingers grazing over her bare skin beneath the sheets. “Guess you’ll have to stick around and find out.”

She laughed softly, knowing full well that she had no plans of leaving just yet.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

It had started out normally.

Link and Mipha often went swimming together. It was an enjoyable pastime, good exercise for Link, and a fun relief for Mipha, who spent a fair amount of time outside the comfort of the Domain. So when the Champions were all together, Mipha had quietly asked if Link wanted to go swimming.

The Champions had come to the castle for a meeting, both to report on their progress with the Divine Beasts and for the royal family to inform them of the progress with other ancient technology, as well as updates on the situation across Hyrule. King Rhoam had overseen the meeting, but he’d let Princess Zelda speak on the ancient tech, which she was very excited about. It had been a long day, ending with Zelda wanting to show everyone the progress at the ancient tech institute near the castle.

It made the situation rather… public, but it was dusk, Link and Mipha hadn’t seen each other in several weeks, and they were both happy to just spend time together.

Neither party noticed how the other Champions giggled as the two peeled away from the group heading back to the castle.

Link still didn’t really talk much, but he didn’t have to - Mipha was more than happy to speak to him about updates in the Domain, and he’d only occasionally pipe in with a smile. The full moon shone brightly on the couple as relaxed in the calm waters before Mipha paused her words, watching Link and biting her lip.

Link, who had been floating happily on his back, looked over at her, raising an eyebrow. Was something wrong?

”Link, I…” Mipha trailed off nervously. “I was thinking. About… well a few things, but, really, I… I mean, what I’m trying to say is I was observing that Hylians in generally really just… well, I mean you’re an excellent swimmer, but…”

Link tilted his body so he was floating upright, giving her a bewildered look.

Mipha caught on that she was rambling in circles, and she took a calming breath. “What I mean to say is… Hylians can’t really see a lot underwater because they can’t hold their breath for very long.”

Cocking his head to the side, Link waited for his friend to get to what she was actually trying to say.

”So, I… I wanted to try something,” Mipha explained, a blush staining her white cheeks. “B-but only if you would like to! I-it’s a little, well… w-well, we’ve been seeing each other a lot, and I truly have been enjoying it but if this seems too much, then—”

Link swam over to her, smiling a little. Initially, when Mipha would get caught in these spirals, he’d thought it was because she was concerned about appearances, that she didn’t want to be associated with him in any kind of close manner. Now, he knew it was just nerves, a barrier her own mind had put up to stop her when she wanted to say something more casual than she was used to.

Honestly, it was both sad and funny how much anxiety seemed to be plague him and his friends. Daruk, Urbosa, and Revali didn’t seem to carry it the same way, but perhaps that was because they were older and more experienced. But him, Zelda, and Mipha… that was another matter.

Mipha bit her lip again and then buried her face in her hands.

”Mipha, what is it?” Link finally asked, growing a little worried. Whatever she wanted, she seemed particularly worked up about it. It couldn’t be that bad. “Are you asking if I don’t enjoy spending time with you? Because I do.”

“Wha—no! No, nothing like that at all!” Mipha hastily corrected. “I m-mean—I’m—I’m glad you—wait, you truly do enjoy it?”

Link laughed. Goddesses, he loved her. He wished he could just say that. But that seemed to be going too far. “I do.”

Mipha lowered her hands, mouth slowly closing, blush returning but far gentler. Her eyes told a strange story, soft and worried but simultaneously reassured and hopeful. Then she finally sighed. “I… this is very forward, and I’m honestly a little embarrassed to ask, but… if you… if you truly do enjoy our time together, then… well… I had an idea.”

Link nodded, eyebrows rising to prompt her. Yes, this was how her spiral had started. Did he need to prompt her some other way?

“Hylians can’t breathe underwater,” Mipha said slowly, eyes looking pointedly at the water and not at him. “I wanted to… give you a chance to breathe like a Zora.”

Link immediately perked up, interested. “How? That sounds amazing!”

Mipha closed her eyes, seeming to steel herself, and she mumbled, “I w-would breathe for you.”

Link blinked. Blinked again. Breathe for him…? How would…

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

“B-but it was just a silly idea!” Mipha insisted, frantic once more.

Link swallowed, swimming a little closer, feeling his own cheeks warm. “I… want to try it.”

For a moment, there was stillness and silence, shock from Mipha and shyness from Link. But he supposed he’d been shy enough times - Mipha had taken the lead in their blossoming relationship, after he’d decided to start visiting the Domain again, and he figured it was a bout time he stepped up.

Leaning forward, he could feel her breath on his face. For one more second they both hesitated, but then Link leaned in, his lips meeting hers.

Link had never kissed anyone before, so he honestly didn’t know what to expect. What he did know was he wanted to do it, and as his nose nuzzled against her cheek, as she moved close enough to press herself against him, his entire body felt like it had been hit by a shock arrow.

The kiss was brief, and the two were speechless as they pulled apart for a moment. Then, Mipha quietly asked, “Shall we see if it worked?”

Link nodded, far beyond words, and dove down with her.

At first, he just watched her. Mipha was graceful in battle, and tried to be so outside of it as well, but her movements on land were small, cute for lack of a better word. Underwater, though, she was beautiful, body moving as if she were flying with ease, completely unperturbed by the weight of the world around her.

Link focused on her a little too long, watching how the fabric of her sash moved, silhouetting her lithe body. He realized too late that he’d held his breath too long, and instinctively, he inhaled a small, startling amount.

And was fine.

Hesitantly, Link hiccuped in a little, and found that no water filled his lungs. Or if it did, he couldn’t tell? He was breathing. He was breathing underwater.

Mipha smiled, and Link laughed, and the two swam circles around each other, diving deeper and deeper into the lake. Link felt his chest start to burn a little, eyes widening in concern as he glanced up, but Mipha swam back over. She didn’t need an invitation this time, concerned that he needed air, and pulled his face to hers.

After the initial panic, Link wrapped his arms around her neck, enjoying the warmth of her body against his. Mipha watched him a moment, and then held up a finger, asking him to wait, before speeding up to the surface. It gave Link a moment to glance around, and he marveled at the moonlight cascading into the depths.

When Mipha returned, her sash and jewelry were gone. She said, “I didn't want the jewelry to get caught in your hair! And, well, no clothes is preferable for swimming this deep.”

Link raised an eyebrow. Mipha blustered, “Wh—I mean for Zora, of course, you should definitely keep your—I mean—”

Link laughed, feeling himself blush as well. Honestly, he did want to explore down here. But not right now.

Right now he just wanted to look at her.

With the moonlight creating a glow close to the luminous stones of the Domain, Mipha looked nearly divine, and no amount of borrowed air could replenish his breath.

“Well, let’s look around,” Mipha insisted shyly, and Link followed her everywhere she went.

This became a new habit of theirs, exploration of places a Hylian had never seen, hidden away in coves where no eyes could perceive them.

And, two years later, long after Calamity Ganon had been defeated, the two swam together in the Domain. The water was surprisingly warm on that summer night, and the bathed the two in light, like Hylia herself was holding them in her hands.

Link looked at his newlywed wife with adoration, so utterly happy to have finally reached this point with her. Mipha wrapped her arms around him, watching him in the same manner, and Link’s hand reached up to stroke the back of her head and pull her to him. Kissing was nothing new to the pair at this point, but it held a different flavor to it tonight, slow and deep and filled with longing, a climax to a long awaited night.

Husband and wife exchanged breath and life together, and their world couldn’t be any fuller.

I’m being very normal about them tonight

[chenlezip]

introducing their culture

request: foreign members (ten, chenle, renjun, yuta) introducing their culture to so,,,,,,,,, mb if iz shite

annas note: thank you so much for this request ! i hope i did it justice, i did a lot of research for this to make sure i didn’t get any information wrong — if i did, please let me know. 😖

TEN :

ten was so grateful that you wanted to learn more about his culture just to get closer to him and he took the chance up, cooking you special dishes straight from scratch, teaching you some phrases like 'คุณทำให้ใจผมละลาย (you melt my heart)', 'ที่รัก (my dear/love).'

since dancing is his greatest passion, he would introduce you to traditional thai dance and even make a little choreography for you two.

if you're open to it, he would take you to a beautiful thai temple, explaining the significance of it and light an incense for you both, making a wish.

he would be more than happy to experience the traditional thai new year with him-also known as songkran- firsthand. it's all about making a fresh new start with a splash and you both enjoyed it.

CHENLE :

chenle would teach you all sorts of mandarin, correcting you if you pronounced it wrong with a light hearted tone to his voice, "no- no, it's wǒ ài nǐ." and whenever you asked whatever he was saying meant, he doesn't have the heart to tease you. "it means i love you."

if you ever visited china with him, oh he would show you all around shanghai, taking you to see the most beautiful parts of it. he would show you the bund, yu garden and other countless places. he would even introduce you to street food, maybe even take you to the disneyland park.

honestly it makes you love him a bit more with how comfortable he is and how happy he is to be home and showing you everything. more things could be like: late night walks around, visiting a tea house and maybe even making you ride a high speed train just to see how fast they truly are.

RENJUN :

the first thing renjun would do is take you to an art museum or a gallery, showcasing the beautiful traditional chinese paintings, especially ink wash paintings. he would excitedly explain different techniques and the special meanings behind each piece of art which you would listen very intently to, nodding and humming along to his words.

if you were spending the lunar new year together; he'll give you a hongbao, tell you all about different family traditions that went on even and don't forget making dumplings together to setting off fireworks. he would take the prettiest pictures of you, smiling as he showed you, "���爱的 (dear/darling), you look amazing."

he would take you on a quiet walk through the scenic park, pointing out things that reminded him so much of his childhood. he had a smile on his face as he told you, and you appreciated how happy he was in this moment. how much it meant to him and that warmed your heart.

YUTA :

the first thing yuta would do is take you to a proper izakaya (japanese pub) for a casual night of drinks and delicious food. he would order a few dishes, getting you to try out some new things that you end up liking and sharing with him once again.

if he was teaching you japanese, he would teach you in his own special way just to see your reactions, '愛してる (i love you)', 'キスしたい' (i want to kiss you) and 'えがおがすてきだね' (you have a beautiful smile). once you found out the meaning; you were a blushing and flustered mess, "yuta!" and if you got something wrong, he would lean in close and whisper it again, making sure you really got it right.

yuta would take you to a park during sakura season (hanami), setting up a picnic right under the trees and casually say, "this is romantic, right?" to which you nodded and smiled at him, "it is." you both would also enjoy sharing a nice drink under the cherry blossoms, talking about the pretty views you've seen the past few days.

[jjsloverre]

babydaddy!jj taking pouge!reader on their first official date for valentine’s day!

in which… jj is on a mission to man up for you and the baby. his first step is taking you on an official date.

contains… a bit of angst, fluffy fluff, cursing, jjs first step in becoming a better man! (not proofread)

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being with jj wasn’t easy, bitches still flirted, he still acknowledged them, possibly sleeping with them… who knows at this point? he’d been ignoring you and yelling at you for days, you didn’t understand what you were doing wrong, then kiara comes in and says that he’s staying with her instead. figures right?! your best friend, way prettier and she’s not pregnant? jj would have a good time.

“hi pretty, whatcha thinkin bout?”

you were surprised to see jj right there with your favorite pink roses. “went across the world to find these damn flowers for you mama to be! go get ready, i got dinner reservations for us.”

“for what?” you ask confused.

“it’s valentine’s day? i want to take the mother of my child out on a real date, show her how much i appreciate her carrying my child and never giving up. you’re amazing, my superstar.” he kissed your temple, not wanting to overstep your boundaries. “please let me take you out.”

“i don’t really wanna go out.” you lied. it was bullshit. you just didn’t want to be out with him.

“alright… i’ll just sit here then and bring the dinner to you.”

“or you can just go home.” you cut him off. he sensed it, you didn’t want him there. tears welled up in his eyes but he pushed it back. “it’s my only time to take you out, i have work nonstop… im sorry for hurting you i really am, just let me try and make it up.” one tear escapes his eye. you never saw jj cry, not ever. he barley cried when his dad abused him. but he’s crying in your face? all because you don’t want to spend time with him? somethings up.

as fast as the moment came, it left instantly. jj realized you were staring at his tears and quickly wiped them away. “but if you don’t want to spend time together it’s fine. i could take the extra shifts for some more money anyway.” something in you snapped. “sit down.” you demanded. jj immediately sat down, looking for the first time in years, looked nervous.

“did i do something? do you want money? anything you want please just tell me, i don’t want to get yelled at today.. just tell me how to fix it and i will.” you rolled your eyes. “i’m not mad.” jj nodded. he continued to fidget and was over the top nervous. your mind drifted back to the weeks jj calmed you down during doctors appointments, during outings, through it all. the least you could do was cuddle him and tell him everything’s okay.

so you did just that. you wrapped your arms around his trembling body. “look at me.” you demanded. jj reluctantly looked up at you, taking in your beautiful features. he was shaking uncontrollably now, tears welling up in his blue eyes. you quickly kissed his forehead. “shhh baby, everything’s okay.” you whispered to the blonde. in that moment, he was just a lost boy who could never find his way, but somehow; his way was to and with you. “let’s go out today, just like you wanted.” you promised him.

“i wanted to do it for you if you wanted to go.”

“well now i want to go. so go get that cute little outfit you were gonna wear while i put mine on.” jj nodded and kissed your cheek. “thank you for this beautiful. i won’t disappoint you ever again.”

once you arrived to the restaurant hand in hand, you notice that jj had rented the whole place. “this cost my whole fuckin’ check but i wanted you to be happy, oh! and here! i got you your favorite flowers.” jj exclaimed. you were over the moon with the flowers. your pregnancy made you overly emotional and the flowers were icing on the cake, or so you thought.

“order whatever you want beautiful!” you started to see the real jj, he was a really happy boy, a happy boy who was misunderstood. you moved your seat and sat close beside him, laying your head on his shoulder.

“honey— it’s supposed to be a date! you’re supposed to be on the other side so we can hold hands or shit like that.” jj reminded you.

“i wanna be right here. wanna be near you.” jj nodded, and wrapped his arm around your waist, then the waitress comes to your table. “go ahead and order love.”

once you both ordered, you had conversations. conversations about the baby, the potential gender, clothes, living situations, child support all of it. “i’m not putting you on child support jj.” he looked down at you surprised. “really? i mean why?”

“you literally always give me your whole check. maybe one time you gave me 2/4 of your check cause you had to play bills.” you explained to him. “thank you sweetheart. i promise i won’t fuck this up anymore, i’m all yours.”

“speaking of, block kie.” jj was extremely caught off guard. “i don’t have her blocked already? ok well you do it for me and just block anyone you don’t want me talking to.”

“good deal!”

when your food and drinks come, you both dig in, your eyes watered at jj’s plate and instantly wanting it in your mouth. “baby… can i have just a bite?” he smiled and fed you. “taste good sweetheart?”

“i love it! i want more!” he gave you another big bite. “you look so cute eating my food like that.” he cooed at you. suddenly, jj sat you in his lap and pulled your food closer. “i love being this close to you baby, i’m happy you changed your mind about letting me take you out. i wanna do right by you y/n, just want you to be a happy girl and a happy mom.” your heart soared at his words. “you’ll think we’ll make it?” you asked him curiously.

“of course we will, baby you and our child are the only things keeping me held down. if it weren’t for you, i’d probably be getting my ass beat or sitting in a cell, i’m grateful for you and gonna do anything and everything for you.”

“you’re sweet. thank you for this dinner baby. it really helped me open my eyes about our relationship.”

“it’s a relationship now??”

“don’t get too ahead of yourself.” you giggle. “you need to properly ask me.” he nodded and pulled out a small box. “one more gift beautiful.”

he pulls out a stunning necklace and attaches it to your neck. “happy valentine’s day beautiful.”

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[wlwsoccerfics]

Why the Hate?(Magda Eriksson x Pernille Harder x Teen Reader)

AN: i Hope you like my Interpretation of this. I know it's short but i just wanted to get some requests out.

Warnings: mentions of Homophobia, Adoption, bullying

Summary: you get bullied at school for being adopted and having two moms.

You loved having two moms. It was one of your favorite things ever. What you didn't like though was the comments people made about your Family.

You walked to your next class when your bullies started shouting at you again.

"Look it's gay Orphan Annie! Her two moms made her gay too!" One of them yelled out and the others started laughing hysterically.

You sigh softly and continue to walk. Trying to ignore what they are saying. But it was easier said then done!

The bullying continued over the rest of the school day. You were thankful when you got home and your moms were still at practice so you didn't have to face them. Cause it was obvious you had been crying. And you didn't know how to explain that to them.

You went to take a quick shower and then started doing your homework. It was around 6pm when you moms came home.

"älskling?" Magda asked. You opened the door to your room, peaking your head out.

"hi Mama, hi Mom!" You said softly.

"hi engel!" Pernille replied.

"i am making dinner now." Magda informed you.

"i am not really hungry, Mama!" You answered softly. Biting down on your bottom lip. Your moms glanced at one another. It was obvious that they knew something was up.

"y/n? Are you getting sick?" Pernille asked.

"possible. The flu is going around at school right now, Mom!" You just said, which wasn't even a lie. The flu was in fact going around. But you weren't getting sick. You just weren't feeling very well. Which had mental reasons. Being bullied sucked.

"Go get some rest, Love! We gonna Check on you later!"your Mama answered.

"vi elsker dig, engel." Your Mom answered.

"i Love you Guys too!" You told them and offered them a tried smile. Closing the door to your room and sitting down on your bed, taking a deep breath before you started crying. You couldn't stop yourself. Tears just happened to run down your cheeks. Sobs escaping your mouth.

Your moms went to check on you after dinner, around 45 minute later, you haven't really moved from your seat on your bed.

They knocked on the door.

"skat, kan vi komme ind?" Your Mom asked.

"yes you can." You replied and quickly wiped away your tears but your face was all red and puffy. Magda and Pernille walked in and frowned. Sitting down on each side of you.

"what's wrong? Talk to us?" Your Mama whispered out.

"i don't know how to start! It's...complicated!" You answered.

"we don't judge. I Hope you know that Love!" Your mom said softly.

"i do know that!" You replied with a small smile. Before frowning again. Going through so many emotions all at once.

"i get bullied at school." You explained.

"who is bullying you and why?!" Your moms both asked in shock.

You didn't know how to explain all of this without exposing your Secret. But you knew you had to speak up.

"because i am adopted and because i have two moms! I am not ashamed or anything! I just hate how they act! That they don't just leave me alone! And they disrespect you! Which is what i hate the most! They also call me gay!" You tell them and sigh softly.

"Just ignore them! You know yourself the best!" Magda told you.

"but they are right! I am gay! I didn't say anything anf i am dating a Girl from my Volleyball Team!" You finally admitted.

They both give you a side hug. You call this kind of hug a 'moms sandwich' . Which you liked alot. They always made you feel safe.

"sweet Girl! This Is great! We are Happy for you and we can discuss another school for you or something like that if it's really needed! We can figure something out! You are not alone in this! And we are Happy for you that you found your true self!" Pernille let you know. You stayed cuddled up to them both.

Talking a little more. Promising them they would get to meet your girlfriend Mina soon. And you would talk to some other schools as well.

[shirotski]

micheal kaiser x f!reader

tw- dub-con (reader ends up easing into it) possessive kaiser, dom kaiser, sub reader, pussy eating, slight overstim, name calling, no aftercare, dacryphilia, unfinished

micheal kaiser was high class man, he wouldnt let just anyone be his empress! your body: the way it swayed when you walked. your eyes: how it always looked up at him so lovingly and innocently. he was a bit reluctant to touch you, not wanting to break his doll, well, not yet at least.

you were supposed to come over today, but it was loooong past when you were supposed to be there. He texted you at first, very demanding but firm. They kept getting more angrier, his texts werent questions but threats. he tried calling you but it went straight to voicemail. hearing your stupid voice say the same thing over and over again on the phone. It irked him deeply.

while he was getting angrier by each second you missed; you were dead asleep in your bed having slept through your alarm. you didn't miss it on purpose! you were a heavy sleeper after all. why did you oversleep? it's not like you were doing something that kept you up. you were on your phone till you passed out. didnt even get to charge it! how irresponsible.

He comes racing to your apartment, not caring about any driving violation. he gets to your apartment and knocks vigorously at your door; hes making so much noise, the neighbors will start to get annoyed if you dont open that door!

your eyes flutter awake, a good stretch before you pick up your phone which is on 5%. you see all the missed calls and multiple messages that kept getting more aggressive and aggressive as you scrolled. you hear the door be berated with multiple instances of banging, you rush quickly to the door because whoever is knocking is being way too loud! You open the door slightly ajar and peek your head out and see kaiser standing at your doorstep

"Kaiser?... why-"

"Shut the hell up, why werent you there?"

He stepped through the small gap which made you back up a bit as he slammed the door behind him. His eyes were angry and vicious, they stared daggers into your doe eyes filled with fear

"I'm sorry! I know I was supposed to come over but.. I overslept...." you looked down at the ground like a child getting scolded for doing wrong. he gripped your wrist and with his other hand cupped your face and brought it dangerously close to his

"Dont EVER do that again. Get over here."

He yanked you to your own bedroom and threw you on the bed. he crawled on top of you and kissed you firmly, not letting you breathe for a good second. your hands push his chest at an attempt to get him off you, this seemed to piss him off even more.

"Stop resisting.Dont make this worse for yourself."

You finally got air to breathe to protest but were cut off as he kissed at your neck. It was unexpected. you were being punished for something that wasnt even your fault! he started rip the clothes off your body, his hands delicately but roughly exploring you as his kisses started wandering further down.

He got to your panties and pulled them down off you, forcing you to spread your legs. Embarrassed, you quickly try hiding it from his leering eyes and hands move quickly to hide yourself. he grips your wrists and pushes his own body deeper into you so you cant close your legs.

"What did I tell you? Stop hiding yourself from me, slut. you're getting wetter by the second. do you enjoy being manhandled you whore? "

You tear up as he starts to inch closer to your heat, wanting to just run away from him. He looks up at you and gives that cocky smirk he does while hes on the field.

"Crying for what? I didnt do anything yet. Stop being a crybaby."

you sniffle at his words as he dips in between your legs, letting go of your wrists and gripping onto your thighs, keeping you still. you let out a moan as his pink muscle starts to savor every part of you. the filthy sounds you make when he indulges you. his mouth working wonders to your core.

"you taste so good. all f'me..."

his words vibrate againts your cunt making you shutter, you make little weak attempts to push his head away but, to no avail, he doesn't budge a bit. you start to ease into it and you put his head deeper into you. you slowly start feel something churn inside you

"kaiser.. I'm close.. please..." you utter weakly

"please what, doll?" He pulls away and you whine quickly wanting him to taste you again.

"please.. I wanna cum..."

he was painfully hard by now, he eats you put as he palms the bulge in his pants. He wanted to fuck you so bad already, but you had to be punished. he tasted you so sensually, you were losing your mind. you let go and he drinks up every last drop of your sweet cunt, even after riding out your high he doesnt stop. It hurts. It hurts so good and he doesnt stop.

"kaiser.. stop.. please *hic* I dont.. ." you try to push him away again

poor you! you've been crying this entire time while feeling so good.

"Begging? After you were so rudely pushing me away.. Do I really make you feel that good angel?" He grins as he slowly starts to pull down his boxers

"Just in luck angel, I'm not done with you yet."

this is my first fic, I dont know if I wanna continue it because I think its kinda bad.. I'll finish it if there people who do want me to.

if I used any words wrong, let me know. english is not my first language :,)

[mattszombie]

FAKING IT || M.STURNIOLO

chapter 2

enemy!matt x fem!reader!!!!! YOU ARE TESS

It was Thursday, and the day before the game, tension was already thick in the air. Tess stood with her arms crossed on the sideline, watching as the girls warmed up. She’d already handed over the schedule to the coaches, the one they had asked her to make. But Matt, of course, was already ignoring it. No surprise there.

“Are you serious?” Tess muttered under her breath as she saw Matt stroll over, pushing the boundaries again. He was making sure the boys’ team took up as much of the field as possible.

“You good?” Sophie asked, glancing over at her.

Tess didn’t respond immediately, just clenched her jaw and nodded. She was done trying to make sense of Matt’s antics. At this point, it was a game of power plays, and she wasn’t about to let him win.

Meanwhile, on the boys’ side, Matt was casually chatting with his teammates while they warmed up.

“Dude, Coleman’s got it out for you,” one of the guys joked, nudging Matt.

Matt rolled his eyes. “Whatever. I’m just playing the game, right?” he muttered, though his gaze kept drifting toward the girls’ side of the field.

“Yeah, the game where you and Tess are constantly trying to outdo each other,” Chris added, leaning against the goalpost with a smirk. “Honestly, though, she’s got something, man. Like, I don’t know, there’s just something about her.”

Matt didn’t respond immediately, his eyes flickering to where Tess was directing her team through drills. His expression was unreadable, but it wasn’t lost on his teammates.

“She’s hot when she’s mad,” Ethan added, sounding half serious, half amused.

Matt shot a glance at him. “Yeah, I noticed.” His tone was flat, not giving much away.

“You know she thinks you’re an ass, right?” Chris said, trying to keep the mood light.

“Yeah, I’m well aware,” Matt replied, rolling his shoulders. “But she’s not wrong. I am an ass.”

Another player, Jason, laughed. “Dude, you’re totally obsessed with her. You keep staring.”

“I’m not obsessed,” Matt muttered, a bit defensive, though it was clear the attention was making him uncomfortable. “Just can’t help but notice when someone’s always trying to one up me.”

“I mean, we all notice,” Chris chimed in, giving Matt a playful nudge. “She’s always got something to say, doesn’t she? Kind of gets under your skin.”

“Please, shut up,” Matt said, finally giving in to his irritation.

His teammates snickered, but Matt didn’t acknowledge them anymore. He was too focused on trying to figure out how to deal with Tess. She was just… different. Annoying, but different.

Over on the girls’ side, Tess had caught sight of the boys looking their way, and of course, Matt was right in the middle of it. She rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smirk that tugged at her lips.

“Okay, you’re all staring over there way too much,” Sophie remarked, nudging Tess. “Just go over there and tell them to stop. We’re trying to practice, not be their entertainment.”

Tess hesitated for a moment, then checked her watch. Five more minutes until the timer went off. She was already irritated enough. Why not?

With a deep breath, Tess stormed across the field, her eyes locked on Matt as she approached.

“What’s going on over here?” she asked, standing in front of him, hands on her hips.

Matt didn’t even flinch. “Nothing,” he said, feigning innocence. “Just trying to get the best view of the competition.”

Tess wasn’t having it. “Do you and your teammates have a staring problem or something?”

Matt raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Maybe we just find you and your little team interesting.”

“You’re disgusting,” Tess shot back, her voice sharp. “We’re just here to practice, but you guys can’t keep your eyes to yourselves, can you?”

“You’re right,” Matt said, now crossing his arms. “I can’t help it when someone’s got such an attitude.”

“Well, maybe if you weren’t so unbearable, I wouldn’t have to give you one,” Tess snapped, her eyes flashing.

“Keep talking, Coleman. Maybe you’ll get your point across without making a fool of yourself,” Matt teased, his smirk never leaving.

“Who do you think your talking to?” Tess yelled, stepping closer, both of them almost nose-to-nose now. “You know, you talk a big game, but that’s all you’ve got. You’re all talk and no substance.”

Matt scoffed, getting right in her face. “Says the girl who spends more time looking in a mirror than practicing.”

“At least I don’t need to look like a mess to get attention,” Tess shot back, her voice low but sharp. “You’re just mad that no one takes you seriously anymore.”

“Take me seriously? Are you serious?” Matt laughed bitterly. “No one takes you seriously either, Coleman. You’re just another girl on a field.”

Tess’s expression hardened, but she refused to back down. The argument felt endless, each word adding fuel to the fire. Neither of them wanted to give in.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Tess heard the timer go off. Practice was officially over, and she stepped back from Matt, seething but oddly satisfied.

She marched to her car, music already blasting in her ears, trying to drown out the thoughts swirling in her head. She pulled out of her spot, only to glance over at Matt’s car, now right next to hers. He was just about to back out of his parking space, Chris in the passenger seat, both of them looking at her.

Tess couldn’t help herself. She flipped them both off, cranking her music up louder before peeling out of the lot, leaving them behind.

By the time Friday rolled around, the entire school was buzzing with game-day energy. Posters were slapped on every wall, students roamed the halls wearing their jerseys, and the cheerleaders were already hyping up the crowd before lunch.

Tess, however, was already in a bad mood. It wasn’t even noon yet, and she and Matt had already gotten into two arguments—one about her allegedly “hogging” the whiteboard in AP Calc, and another about who deserved the prime seat in their shared history class. The answer was obviously her, but Matt being Matt, had to make it an issue.

At lunch, Tess and her friends sat at their usual spot—the popular table. It was packed with athletes, cheerleaders, and the occasional social climber trying too hard to fit in. Naturally, Matt sat there too, surrounded by his teammates, all of them loud and obnoxious.

“You ever just wish some people had a mute button?” Tess muttered, stabbing at her salad with unnecessary aggression.

Sophie, sitting next to her, smirked. “You mean Matt?”

“No, I mean—actually, yeah. Him.”

As if on cue, Matt’s voice cut through the chatter. “You’re just mad because you know you’re gonna choke tonight,” he called over to her, casually tossing a grape at her tray.

Tess caught it mid-air and shot him a glare. “I’m sorry, are you talking to me?”

Matt leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. “Obviously.”

“Well, don’t,” Tess said, tossing the grape right back at him. It bounced off his shoulder, and his smirk only widened.

“You’re cute when you’re mad, Coleman.”

Tess turned to Sophie. “I swear, I will lose it.”

Sophie just laughed, shaking her head.

By the time last period rolled around, an announcement crackled over the intercom, calling for all lacrosse players to be dismissed early to get changed before the game. Tess had never packed her things so fast in her life.

Unfortunately, so had Matt.

As she shoved her AirPods in and turned up the volume, she felt a presence beside her. Of course, it was him.

“Try not to trip on your way to the locker room,” Matt said, falling into step with her.

Tess didn’t acknowledge him, just picked up her pace.

Matt smirked. “Oh, so we’re ignoring each other now? You weren’t ignoring me at lunch.”

She still didn’t respond.

“You know,” he continued, voice just loud enough to be heard over her music, “you’re really bad at pretending you don’t like me.”

Tess finally turned to glare at him. “What do you want?”

“Nothing,” Matt shrugged. “Just enjoying the walk.”

They reached the locker rooms, and without another word, Tess pushed through the girls’ entrance while Matt veered off toward the boys’.

Girls’ Locker Room

The second Tess stepped inside, the energy in the room was electric. Girls were hyped, music was blasting, and everyone was either stretching, braiding each other’s hair, or hyping up their teammates.

“I’m calling it now—Tess is about to break a record for most goals in a single game,” one of the midfielders, Jordyn, called out.

Tess smirked as she pulled on her jersey. “If the other team plays like Matt does, I might.”

That got a round of laughter from the girls.

“Speaking of Matt,” Sophie grinned, plopping down next to Tess. “He was totally trying to get under your skin in the hallway.”

Tess rolled her eyes. “When is he not?”

Jordyn leaned in. “Okay, but real talk—what would you do if he, like, actually liked you?”

Tess made a face. “I’d move to another country.”

More laughter erupted around the room.

“Alright, alright, focus!” Their coach clapped her hands, getting everyone’s attention. “We’ve been killing it this season, and tonight’s no different. Play smart, play aggressive, and make them remember why they don’t want to play us again.”

A collective “Yes, Coach!” rang out as the girls finished lacing up their cleats.

Boys’ Locker Room

Meanwhile, in the boys’ locker room, it was absolute chaos.

Someone was blasting music, Ethan and Chris were arguing over a missing jersey, and Jason was running around hyping everyone up like they were about to go to war.

Matt, sitting on the bench tying his cleats, was trying to ignore the fact that his mind kept wandering back to Tess. He hated that she was in his head, but something about her just—annoyed him. In a way that made him want to keep messing with her.

“Bro, I swear, you and Tess argue more than an old married couple,” Chris said, dropping onto the bench beside him.

Matt scoffed. “That would imply I actually like her.”

Ethan smirked. “Uh-huh. Keep telling yourself that.”

Jason, never one to miss an opportunity for drama, jumped in. “You guys should just date already.”

Matt shot him a glare. “Shut up.”

“Hey, man, I’m just saying—there’s a fine line between love and hate.”

Matt rolled his eyes, pulling his jersey over his head. “Well, then there’s a mile-wide gap between us.”

Chris snorted. “Sure, bro.”

Their coach stepped in, cutting through the noise. “Alright, listen up! The girls play first, so we’re sitting this one out until it’s our turn. But I expect every single one of you to pay attention because we’re not losing this game. Got it?”

A chorus of agreement rang out.

Matt leaned back against the locker, exhaling slowly.

As the teams emerged from the locker rooms, the crowd erupted into cheers. The girls’ team took the field first, stretching and running drills while the boys found their seats on the bench.

Matt watched as Tess jogged onto the field, her ponytail swaying behind her, completely focused. For once, she wasn’t looking at him, wasn’t glaring, wasn’t throwing some smart remark his way.

And he hated that he noticed.

A/N: CHAPTER 3 WILL ALSO BE RELEASED TONIGHT!!

[malleusmaleficent]

Killua shut the door to Gon’s bedroom and gently ushered Gon to bed, looping his arm through Gon's and easing him onto the edge of the bed. “I told you to be careful with yourself out in the freezing water,” Killua chided gently. His mask puffed up and down slightly with every syllable. “Dork.”

“I’m sick and Killua is still bullying me,” Gon whined, sniffling and pausing for just a moment to suppress a caugh. He clenched his jaw and his chest heaved with the effort, but he managed to successfully hold the cough at bay. He took a long, slow, wheezy breath of relief. “Besides, it looked so pretty, and I was excited that you were back.”

Gon was so congested that it raised his voice, he almost sounded as young as he was when Killua last saw him. He tried to refrain from laughing.

Gon laid down unsteadily, nestling his raven hair into his dark green pillow. He went to reach for his blankets, but Killua slapped his hand away. “No,” Killua said softly. “Let me. You just lay there.”

“Mean…” Gon grumbled halfheartedly, rubbing the back of his hand where Killua had slapped it. It would've been hard to react in time to a slap from Killua even if he were in peak form. When Gon was sick like this it wasn't even a contest.

Killua walked down to the edge of the bed. “It's so messy,” he observed. “Do you live like this?”

Gon huffed, looking over at his stuffed foxbear. As the years went by he increasingly forgot about this little thing, but he'd always remember it whenever he was down.

And he didn't want to look at Killua right now. He could just feel the judging gaze Killua was sending his way. So he preferred to look at the foxbear.

“Yeah,” Gon responded defensively.

Killua clicked his tongue in disapproval and began carefully, gingerly hoisting a blanket over Gon. “Is that enough?” Killua asked.

Gon shook his head, shivering.

Killua pulled up another blanket. “Now?”

“Hmmm…” Gon hummed thoughtfully, kicking his feet under the blankets. “Not quite.”

Killua made to turn away. “Where are you going?” Gon asked suddenly, trying to suppress the anxiety in his voice. Killua had just gotten here yesterday, and it had been so long. Did Gon already say something wrong?

Killua huffed and smiled, his back turned to Gon. “Nowhere, Gon. Don't worry,” he said before taking a few paces towards the closet. He opened it up wide and briefly yet recklessly pilfered through it, as if he were a bandit trying to make a quick escape, before producing a third blanket triumphantly. He held it aloft to demonstrate to Gon and to the world his tiny, insignificant victory prompting a chuckle from the sickly Gon.

This, in turn, created a fit of coughing after the laughter, his lungs rattling. “D–don’t–” Gon began, fighting back another cough. His throat was still sore from the last bout, he didn't want to have another one already. “Don't make me laugh!” Gon griped, with a weak smile.

“I’m not sorry,” Killua said, returning a small smile behind his mask. “Don't expect me to apologize.”

Killua approached and unfolded the third blanket and placed it neatly on top of Gon, who hummed in approval. “Better?” Killua asked.

Gon nodded in the affirmative.

Killua's smile grew. “Alright, you just relax,” he said gently but firmly. “I’ll be right back, okay?” He asked, putting extra emphasis on the ‘right’.

“Alright,” Gon said softly, closing his eyes just for a moment. He felt warm and tingly, and he wasn't sure how much of that was from the fever he almost certainly had.

Killua disappeared out of Gon’s door and down the hall, returning no more than five minutes later. He shut the door quietly behind him again, carrying a cool, damp rag and a thermometer in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. He turned his attention back towards Gon, though he stood still for a moment when he noticed the picture of he and Gon hanging above his bedframe. It shot a pang through Killua's chest, but he quickly collected himself and walked back over to the shivering Gon, placing his hand gently on Gon’s forehead.

He was burning up. Killua grimaced. “This'll be a bit cold, alright?” He said, before placing the damp cloth overtop of Gon’s forehead, prompting a shiver.

“Too cold,” Gon mumbled weakly in protest.

“Sorry,” Killua mumbled in response. “Here, we’ll warm it up faster together,” he said, placing his hand overtop of the cloth and pressing it to Gon’s forehead for a few minutes.

“I’m really glad you're here,” Gon said, scarcely audibly, as Killua held his hand there. “I missed you so much, you know?” Gon muttered, continuing. “I thought about Killua every day.”

“Yeah…” Killua responded in a whisper, his blue eyes shimmering in the dim, warm glow of Gon’s bedside lamp. “I thought about you every day, too.”

After allowing silence to reign for a minute, Killua cleared his throat. “... Is it warm enough now?”

“Yeah,” Gon replied, “it is.”

Gon thought about saying that no, it wasn't, because he wanted some part of Killua to keep touching him. In his vulnerable state and his feverish delirium, part of Gon half suspected that Killua wasn't actually there at all. It seemed too perfect for Gon to be sick the first time in his life, at the same time that he finally got to see Killua again.

Or imperfect, depending on your perspective.

Either way, Killua keeping physical contact reaffirmed to Gon’s fever-addled mind that Killua was indeed still here.

Instead, though, Killua gingerly removed his hand from Gon's forehead, and peered out the window. “This is a beautiful night,” he admired, gazing at the moon’s elegant, effulgent glory. The skies here on Whale Island were always something else. “Reminds me of that night we spent together the last time I was here, remember? We were watching a sky that looked just like this.”

“Yeah…” Gon agreed, trailing off. He had wanted to relive that moment while Killua was here. “That was really special.”

Gon sneezed suddenly, prompting a grunt of pain as a familiar ache shot through his chest. He wondered at how sneezes managed to make an entire body hurt.

“It was,” Killua agreed quietly. “Bless you, by the way.”

“Thanks…” Gon said quietly, looking over at Killua who was still holding the thermometer and the tea. “How'd you manage to make water boil that fast? You weren't even gone five minutes,” Gon pondered.

“Nen,” Killua explained simply. “Took like two seconds. Just had to find where you kept the tea.”

“Should’ve guessed,” Gon replied, watching how the steam would gently waft and oscillate in the dim light. As his gaze followed the steam upwards his eyes got sidetracked by how Killua’s fluffy, silvery mane took on an almost golden hue.

A faint tinge of pink adorned Killua's face after Gon’s gaze lingered on his face for just a moment longer than it needed to. “Is uh, is something wrong?” Killua asked awkwardly.

“No,” Gon replied softly, realizing his mistake just a moment too late. “I just… haven't been able to look at you a lot?” Gon explained weakly, though even he was unimpressed with his explanation.

“Right,” Killua said. “Well,” he continued awkwardly, “I need to take your temperature,” he said as he held the thermometer aloft. “Are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Gon said, extending his hand outward for the thermometer. However, Killua swatted his hand away again. “You'll do it wrong somehow,” he said, with a scowl that looked to Gon to be performative. Gon wondered how Killua thought he could possibly mess up something that simple?

Killua reached across and slipped the thermometer tenderly between Gon’s lips, which Gon accepted into his mouth. Killua got down on his knees and rested his arms on Gon’s bed, being careful not to let the tea in his hand spill. Killua's scowl has already left his face, reaffirming Gon’s previous assumption that he just tried to look grumpy in order to prevent Gon from protesting.

Killua actually looked rather happy, as his hands rested a hair’s breadth apart from Gon’s body. The sort of happiness Killua bore in his countenance was the kind that was deep and meaningful. It was like when there's a beautiful sunset and you're the only one around to see it, making that sunset your own little secret you could hold close to your heart.

Gon felt tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He had wanted to see that look on Killua's face very badly for a very long time, but now he was losing precious time with which to bond and reconnect with Killua due to the fact that he was sick. “We’ll have to do even more stuff in even less time after I’m better,” Gon said, trying his best to mask the intensity of his feelings. The thermometer in his mouth helped on this front, because it sounded more like ‘we’ll hapf to fo even more stupf’.

“Don't talk with the thermometer in your mouth,” Killua chided, before looking up to catch the inklings of tears forming at the corners of Gon's eyes. “Hey, hey, hey,” Killua said gently, putting two and two together.

“It's alright, we won't lose any time. Any day you're out sick is another day I’ll add onto my stay, okay?” Killua cooed, his brow furrowing with concern. Killua pulled down his mask so that Gon could see his smile. “That'll work out to us having more time together than we would've had otherwise, right? And I’ll be in here with you every day while you’re healing, for as long as you want me.”

“Pwomifth?” Gon asked, trying in vain to sculpt his words in such a way that they could meander around the obstruction in his mouth and escape his lips in a comprehensible manner. This task was made harder by his constant sniffling.

“I promise,” Killua said warmly, “but only if you promise to not talk with the thermometer in your mouth.”

I’m very sick with the flu right now, so that’s what inspired me haha. This is your reminder to get the flu shot 🥲 at least it snowed where I live ❄️

[oneirataxia-haechan]

They get jealous of another member

Pairing: Enhypen hyung line x reader best friend Genre: Some angst with much fluff, and jealousy ofc Authors note: Reader is on the tall side for Jake's

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Heeseung

Jealous of Sunoo

Sunoo is your literal sunshine. All of Enhypen knows this, even Sunoo himself. You always give everyone compliments on performances wheather it be on stage, EN-O’CLOCK or even just aeygo in general. Overall, these praises are always pretty equal among the boys. If Sunoo happens to recieve a few more than the rest of the boys, it’s usually not a problem because they know how much you adore him. It has never come up that any of the boys get jealous of Sunoo until you overheard Niki talking about an issue with Sunghoon.

“Have you noticed Heeseung being jealous of Sunoo recently?” Sunghoon questioned the maknae.

“Yeah, he seems to be trying extra hard to be cute in front of Y/n.” Was all you got as you passed by them. You decided to speak with Heeseung when you could. 

Before you got the chance, of course it was Sunoo’s turn for his solo shoot. Heeseung sat with you, hoping to hear the things you were saying about Sunoo, so he could try and get the same comments when it was his turn. After he was done Heeseung was up and he was being a try hard, everyone could easily tell. You were laughing with the younger members about something that Sunoo did during his shooting. Heeseung and his overthinking assuming you were all laughing at him. He then got very serious while finishing his solo shots. You were shouting different things, but he felt that the amount increased only when he was serious, compared to him acting cute. Things like ‘Heeseung is so handsome!’ ’The oldest member but looks so young!’ ‘Wow he can do serious so well, I’m impressed!’ 

Typically he’d melt over these compliments but today they felt condesening. Heeseung just couldn’t understand why you were no longer complimenting him on anything cute or fun he does like you used to. Not to say you never did, but it was definetly more of a every now and then, rather than frequently like you do for the rest of the boys. You truly didn’t think of it bothering him, especially since he was still recieving praises from you. Once he was done he came over to all of you and asked how you thought he did, answering honestly you stated.

“You were very handsome and had amazing model poses!” Hearing this he could only sigh and walk away.

You gave the boys a weird look of confusion not understanding what you did wrong at the moment. You were about to follow him when Niki stopped you.

“Give him a minute before you go talk to him, okay?” You knew he was probably right so you nodded and waited a second as the overthinking beginning. You were truly so worried that he was so upset he might not even want to speak to you, but you have to try. After you gave him a few minutes you then went to see where his energy randomly ran off to, hoping it wasn’t your fault. Maybe he was just a bit tired, right? Maybe you overheard Niki and Sunghoon incorrectly?

“Heeseung?” You said softly behind him, putting your hand on his shoulder as he turned toward you.

“Yes? Are you here to tell me how handsome I am again? Well I don’t care.” You were a bit thrown off by the words that left his mouth especially the ‘I don’t care’ part. His tone was very bitter as well, but it sounded more hurt rather than trying to chastise you.

“You don’t care about my compliments? Maybe I’ll just keep them to myself anyways.” You were really over his weird mood recently, specifically for today. Not wanting to come off rude didn’t work, feeling a bit perturbed by his response.

“That’s not-“ He cut himself off, immediately being slapped with guilt, then began again. 

“Do you think I’m cute?” He questioned, looking at your shoes in embarrassment. His voice so soft you almost needed to ask him to repeat himself. This caused you to laugh at the unexpected question. He looked defeated watching you laugh in response.

“Forget I-“ He said as you cut him off this time.

“When did I ever say you weren’t cute?” Heeseung stood there for a second, having not antisipated for this question from you.

“You just never really say anything about me being or acting cute like you do the other boys.” You tilted your head as you lifted his chin making sure he was looking in your eyes.

“Is this about the comments I make towards Sunoo?” He was completely silent and looked down again.

“Lee Heeseung.” His head immediatley shot up, looking you in the eyes, still not seeming like he was going to answer.

“Fine act like a jealous baby, but just so you know Sunoo told me he gets jealous of me calling you handsome and praising your seriousness.” He immediately smirked.

“Really..?” You laughed lightly with relief.

“Yes, I’ve been trying to work on making the comments more equal. Obviously that hasn’t been working well for me recently.” He pulled you in for an apologetic hug knowing he should just appreciate you and your comments in general. 

Jay

Jealous of Sunghoon

Sunghoon was so excited to be going skating with you and the boys. It wasn’t ice skating but any skating will do I guess. You had talked with him on the way there about how bad you were at skating and how you’ve tried before, with no luck. Jay would bud into the conversation saying he was also not very good and knew nothing really. Sunghoon could only laugh at you both, saying he’d try and help you when we got there. Once you guys arrived you all got your skates on and began trying to skate. You were hugging the wall with Niki, Jay, and Jake. Sunghoon decided to come over and help you first, holding onto your hands, instructing you with tips to make it easier for you to pick up. You were doing really well so he let go of your hands. You made it about 5 feet before almost falling, Sunghoon catching you in his arms. Jay saw laughing at you, but quickly stopped when he realized you were in Sunghoon’s arms. This closeness was not a new sight, but something about seeing you both so close today, sparked some jealousy. Sunghoon then decided it was a good time to leave you after a few more laps with his assistance. He went over to Jay to help him out like he did for you. You stayed close to them just in case you needed help, but you also wanted to see Jay best you could. He would crack some jokes, which would usually having your stomach hurting, but you were too distracted by Sunghoon. Watching him skate was so breathtaking, but watching him teach just made your heart smile. At one point Sunghoon let go of Jay which went well for around 1 lap by himself. Then Jay noticed you staring at Sunghoon again. This caused him to stumble and fall, everyone noticing as an instructor came to his rescue. As he was getting back up he had noticed you laughing at him when usually you’d come check on him. He loved making you laugh but he felt like you were too in awh of Sunghoon to care. He felt like you were laughing at him, making fun of him. Coming from you specifically, this hurt him in a new place. Shortly after he left the floor to sit down something happened, causing Sunghoon to fall. You made your way over to him to make sure he was okay, only lightly laughing. Nothing like when his hyung fell, which was a gigantic bomb to Jay's ego. Everyone ended up taking a break, finally joining Jay, who had been sitting alone following his fall. You sat next to Sunghoon and Heeseung, asking the younger of the two again if he was okay. ‘Of course.’ Jay thought seeing this. ‘The 2 best skaters here. I wish Y/n wouldn’t have made fun of my fall, but their laugh is music to my ears.’ He sighed, Jake noticing next to him, causing him to look in your direction to see what he was sighing at. You also noticed his sigh and his pouty face, not thinking much of it. You decided to go talk with Jay while the other boys went back to skating. 

“Jay are you okay?” You asked genuinely, giggling a bit thinking about the events from before. He sighed with hurt. 

“Why don’t you go check on the pro again? I don’t need your pity.”

“Jay-“ You tried to explain.

“No. I don’t like being laughed at like that. You waiting almost an hour to check up on me but checked on the guy that knows what he’s doing right after he fell. I get it, I-“

“Jongseong stop.” You said sharply but in a whisper so you wouldn’t draw any attention to you both. 

“Oh like when you stopped laughing at me. Or when you stopped worrying about being so in awh of Sunghoon over caring about me?” He snapped back quickly. His voice was so harsh, yet so hurt.

“Jay I-“ Cutting yourself off you sighed. Deciding to just choose a silent apology laying your head on his shoulder, and holding his hand. He laid his head against yours, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

“See this is the special treatment I deserve over Sunghoon.” He joked, making you giggle into his shoulder.

“Now let’s go try this again. Together.” Jay smiled, liking the sound of your new plan.

"Just know if you fall I'm not going to hold back, it's only fair." He joked, flashing you a bright smile.

Jake

Jealous of Niki

Enhypen’s choreographer decided to have them do another duet style dance, similar to bite me. You happen to be a backup dancer for Hybe but don’t usually get paired with them since you guys are so close. When they heard the news that you’d be getting to finally dance with them, they were all immediately excited. This excitment faded as quickly as it had appeared as they all slowly began to realize you would only get to dance with one of them. Since you were on the taller side compared to the other dancers, you had a feeling you’d be paired with either Heeseung or Niki. When the pairings were announced in front of all of you, of course your partner was announced first. Everyone was still staying optimistic about getting you as their partner, then the choreographer finally spoke. 

“Being paired with Y/n is…” You could see each member leaning in, waiting for the answer they all hoped for.

“Niki!” Niki flashed the biggest smile and ran over to you, bringing you in for a hug. 

As his celebration was occuring you noticed all the other boys reactions to the news. All the other members looked bummed but not as upset as Jake seemed to be. You were surprised he looked so upset since he was considered short for you, pairing wise. He looked a little heart broken over it though. After the first time seeing the cheorography you guys got a break to talk amongst yourseleves, you of course went to check on the aussie.

“Jake..?” You lightly whispered not wanting to spook him since his back was facing you. He quickly turned around, recognizing the voice, and took your hands in his.

“Y/n! Hi, congrats on getting to dance with our talented baby!” His voice sounded hurt, but he was trying to sound happy for you both. Trying? Well he was happy for the maknae, truly, he just couldn’t help but feel jealous.

“You aren’t too upset about me being paired with Niki, right?” You softly questioned.

“Of course not! I do think the height rule is a little lame since I’ve worn shoes with height before. Of course this time they seem to forget about those I guess.” He said with lots of nervous laughter.

“Well I-“ You were cut off by a voice as they walked up to you both.

“Hey Y/n, I’m so excited to dance with you! Jake I hope you aren’t too jealous!” Niki teased. You smiled at the maknae, watching Jake’s expression. As soon as Niki looked away from him his once forced smile turned into a very sour face. A very jealous one. 

“Well, I’ll leave you both alone while we still have some time before we start practicing.” Niki said as he walked away to mess with another member. Jake didn’t say anything, he could only stare at the back of Niki in frustration.

“Jake..?” You said, inturrupting his lazer focus.

“Hmm? Yes? What were you saying before?” He asked looking into your eyes as his expression completely changed, softening up for you. You nervously cleared your throat.

“I was going to say I noticed you seemed more bummed than the other boys about the pairing decision.” He was silent for a few moments, looking almost like a deer in headlights.

“Oh did I? I did really want to dance with you, we all did, but I’m fine with the result.” He claimed, flashing you his signiture sweet smile.

As he finished his sentence you all got called to begin the first practice. Practicing went on for a bit and since you both were close the teacher decided to use you and Niki as an example for the other pairs. At certain points the choreographer would be explaing something while you both were in a position, able to see yourselves in the mirror. Noticing Jake’s face, full of disappointment and jealous rage, you felt so guilty somehow. As you were lost in thought you noticed his eyes directly on you both now, instead of the teacher. He was staring at your partner specifically. He was beginning to burn holes into the back of Niki’s head as you brushed the maknaes hair with your hand. Catching Jake's attention he looked at you, not expecting your eyes to meet, quickly looking away.

After practiced finished Jake kind of avoided going near you, in hopes you’d forget how he had acted before. He really tried not to be jealous but it wasn’t working in his favor. As you said your goodbyes to the other boys and dancers you noiced he had already left the room. You ran into him in the hallway with his hood up, sitting against the wall, and looking down at his lap. You quietly sat next to him putting your head on his shoulder. 

“Please don’t distance yourself from me or Niki during this. Feeling jealous is okay and we won’t be upset if you are.” You said, placing a comforting hand on his leg. You could feel him sigh deeply.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me, it just feels so unfair. Only because you aren’t shorter than me.”

“That may not have been their only reasoning, don’t think so negatively Jakey.” He sighed again, this one sounding deeper and more frustrated than before. You lifted your head off his shoulder and rubbed his back. He knew you were right, of course, he just hated feeling so jealous.

“We could always practice together when we’re not with the group.” You suggested, hoping he’d feel a bit better. He began lifting his head and looked at you with pink cheeks.

“That would be fun! Thanks.” He said smiling ear to ear.

“Don’t forget your heels!” You said teasingly as he giggled.

Sunghoon

Jealous of Jay

The boys decided to invite you to an EN-O’CLOCK episode where you got to participate. All of you were excited but Sunghoon was especially excited. This episode centered around fashion and creating outfits. Bonus points for making you and the other boys laugh as well. He was feeling pretty confident about this challenge since you always gave him many compliments on his style, swearing you’re his biggest hype man. In order to make it completely fair you’ll be judging without knowing who styled which outfit. He figured he had this in the bag until he heard the comments you were making about some of the competition. One in particular was seeming to be your favorite, not his but Jay’s. You had also been laughing quite a lot at his jokes compared to the other boys,  especially Sunghoon. It was starting to look like Jay was going to win. As your top choice was announced, Sunghoon’s already faded smile was now completley gone. 

After the episode ended he went to find you to talk about the day but he found you with today’s winner. He began to easedrop a bit.

“You were hilarious as always, I think I need to start asking you for fashion tips now.” Somehow you asking about fashion had become you and Sunghoon’s thing. Now you were asking the ‘oh so funny’ Jay for advice. As much as he hates to admit it, this stung like hell for him. Once you were done speaking with Jay you went looking for Sunghoon, wondering where he disappeared to. He was gone comepletely. You then began to look for him, asking everyone if they had seen him. One staff member mentioned something about him stepping outside, which worried you because it was freezing today. You threw your coat on, grabbing a blanket to take just in case. Walking outside you noticed him standing with his back to the door, staring off into the distance. Not noticing you he barely flinched at the motion of you wrapping the blanket around him.

“Hoon let’s go back inside it’s freezing out here.” He took the blanket off his shoulders, handing it back to you.

“Park Sunghoon!” You said with despiration. 

“It isn’t fashionable enough. You may ask Jay how he’d style it.” You scoffed.

“Are you seriously being a sore loser and acting childish right now?” Catching his attention with your choice of words, he finally looked at you.

“Don’t do this Hoon, it was just a silly challenge. You are still my #1 fashion expert, okay?” He cracked a secret smile as he wrapped you both in the blanket, heading back inside. As you were both heading back into the warmth, you decided to mention something. “You know Hoon, Jay did mention something about watching you and your style recently.” Sunghoon smiled, knowing even if it wasn’t true, you said it to make him feel better.

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[f1fantasys]

Thought you were mine all along, guess I was wrong - Part 5

Summary - Lando's pov on everything that's going on.

Warnings - angst, dickhead Lando.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Lando's pov.

Lando knew from the very beginning that the two of you could never be just friends with benefits. His feelings towards you were too strong, and it was only a matter of time until he asked you out officially, knowing that you felt the same way.

Well, that was the plan. Unit Magui came back into the picture.

Your relationship wasn't exclusive - there was never a conversation about getting with other people, not that Lando had done so since you'd started, but all it took was a moment of weakness to unleash the terror of the next few months.

It was Singapore, like 3 months ago. You weren't at that race and Lando had just won. High on adrenaline from a much needed win, a familiar presence stood by his hotel door as he got in from the circuit.

He wasn't sure how he felt about seeing her there. They'd fooled about in the past, but nothing came of whatever they had going on. He won't lie though, at that time, when they broke off, it hurt him more than he let on. Whether it was just the fact that once again there was no one to come home to, or something else, he couldn't say. And it wasn't soon after that you jumped into the picture, so all his woes about Magui were quickly forgotten.

Anyways, he'd invited her into his room, and one thing led to another, and the two of them fucked. He internally kicked himself the second he slid a condom on and buried himself in her. And the high - well it wasn't a high. It was anything but. All he could think about was you, and how much more incredible you were. Lando had kicked Magui out straight away, the guilt eating at him for betraying you, though he didn't have the guts to come clean.

Fast forward another 3 months, and this time she showed up at Lando's apartment in Monaco. He thanked the gods that you weren't there when she did, because his world came crashing down when she broke the news about being pregnant.

He wasn't ready to be a father, hell he wasn't ready for her to fall into his life so easily, but the more he thought of it, he really didn't have a choice.

And when it came to you? He thought it better to have you cut out completely because he couldn't bare the thought of being around you when you couldn't be together.

Seeing you in Monaco one evening had all of Lando's feeling towards you rush up to the surface. It was a no brainer, no matter how wrong, that he dragged you to his car and fucked all of those said feeling into you, knowing he would never get another chance.

He'd so wanted to come clean, tell you the truth, but again, he didn't want to see the look in your eyes when you learned of his betrayal. So he made up a lie. That he and Magui were giving it another shot. That he wanted to give it another shot with her.

He could tell you were hurt, trying to hold it together in front of him, and as much as he tried to say the words pregnant, or baby, he got stuck in his throat, and once again, he'd rather usher you out as if he didn't want you. He thought it would be easier if you hated him.

Then came the McLaren event in London a few weeks later.

Lando was caught off guard when as the elevator doors opened to reveal you standing there, looking beautiful as ever. He couldn't help but let his eyes roam over your body, feeling his cheeks heat up when he caught a glimpse of your cleavage.

It wasn't until Magui snapped him out of his trance, and when she kissed him, he went with it, not sure how he'd survive the few minutes with the girl he used to 'see' (?) and the girl he's seeing. He knew he was being a dick, doing this in front of you. But he was afraid, as always.

Lando had hoped to catch you before the interview on stage. He wanted to clear the air in the hopes of things not being so awkward, but of course there was no time. So he held his breath as he walked on, and somehow your presence calmed him, and the interview went on without a hitch. Ironic, he thought. But he wasn't complaining.

At some point later that night his eyes caught you and Magui. The sight didn't look pretty. It looked as if you both you ready to knock the other out, he intervened. And of course, being the asshole he was, he acted like a bitch towards you. He had no idea where the adrenaline came from, but before he knew it he was throwing words and questions to you.

''I'm in love'' the words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them, and honestly? The look in your eyes could have killed him. This time, he knew he message up. There was no taking back his words, no going back.

He wasn't sure why he followed you outside, but again, his brain and body were on autopilot even though his heart was on another dimension. He made you choose, the bastard. And his heart broke a little more when you revealed how you'd already lost him.

Lando so wished he could pull you in his arms, beg for your forgiveness even though he didn't deserve it one bit. But he chose the easier route, his plan was he make you hate him, wasn't it? And he actively had no choice and needed to move on from you, so he stuck with it, and watched you walk away.

It was no surprise the night was spent wallowing, an annoyed Magui at his side, but he made the conscious decision to come clean to you. Only then would he be able to fully let you go, and concentrate on his new relationship and baby on the way.

He woke up the next morning and the first thing he did after showering was make a beeline for your room. Don't ask how he knew your room number.

Was it a mistake to just barge in? Maybe. Because the sight of you when you opened the door was one he wished he'd never see; you, in another mans' tshirt, legs barely covered. When when he saw who it was that shuffled in the bed, Lando felt a rush of anger flow through he body. Out of all the men in this world, you chose another racing driver, and that did unimaginable things to him.

He knew he had no right to react the way he did. You didn't deserve a disgusted look thrown your way when you whispered his name. He could see the hurt in your eyes, but Lando knew, before he said something he regretted, he needed to get away from you. But his feet were planted on the ground, stuck. He opened his mouth a few times to say something, but each time the words got stuck in his throat. It wasn't long until you slammed the door on his face, and he didn't blame you. So he walked away, shoulder sagging, a mix of emotions roaming his body.

The weeks following that were the hardest for Lando. He'd hated how he tret you, how he talked to you, reacted as seeing you move on from him. Did he really think you'd stay single forever after he dumped you? No. You were too switched on for that. And you deserved someone a thousand times better than him. Didn't sting any less though.

One night, as Lando had flown back to Monaco from Spain and was driving back to his apartment, he somehow managed to end up driving to your place. He didn't plan on coming here, hell he didn't even know what he'd say to you. But his legs dragged his ass up to your floor and taking a breath, he knocked.

He heard shuffling instead, praying you were alone, praying Mitch or any other guy wasn't here.

For whatever reason you let him in, and he found himself sat on your couch, his nervousness turning him into a dick again.

Finally, he broke the silence with a chuckle, quoting you, and catching you off guard.

''There really isn't anything to say..yeah..easy for you to say, what with fucking Mitch so quickly''

''Lando seriously, grow the fuck up. How is it okay for you to move on, and not okay for me to?''

''Move on from what? We were nothing, it was just sex''

Lies. He knew every word leaving his lips were lies. But he wouldn't, couldn't correct himself.

He knew his words crushed your heart

''Yeah, exactly, it was just sex, so why is me fucking Mitch at the minute a problem? you said, voice like stone.

''You're over reacting'' he sighed, leaning forward and running a hand through his hair.

''Am I? You're the one who wanted to talk. So talk''

He stayed silent.

I'm sorry

''Like i said, i have nothing to say. You're the one who decided to stop...the sex, whatever..so why are you here?''

Lando's eyes found yours with a look you couldn't place, anger? hurt? pleading? you weren't sure.

''Lando'' you pressed, standing up, hoping he'd get the hint and leave because you were this close to breaking down.

''Magui's pregnant''

The words came out like word vomit. This was not how the conversation was meant to go, but he couldn't help but feel a weight off his shoulders lifted. At the same time, he needed to leave. He refused to see you break down because of him, in front of him, the selfish coward.

So, like always, he walked away, closing the door for your apartment behind him as he leaned against it, tears prickling the corners of his eyes.

It was the baby he was mad at. Hell, he didn't know know if he was mad. He was just overwhelmed. Too much was happening too quickly, and in the process he'd lost the person he cared about the most.

Exhausted, Lando made his way back home, sighing when he opened the door to see Magui, fuming.

''What?'' he asked, sounding defeated.

He chuckled sarcastically.

''As if I wouldn't find out about your....detour, to her house'' she spat.

''It's not what you think'' he threw back, not having the energy to continue with ridiculous conversation, so he walked past her.

But the night didn't end there.

It was the beginning of the end for Lando and Magui...

A/N - quick little pov on Lando's side. Didn't really come out as great as I'd hope but hope y'all still enjoyed it? Let me know in the comments!

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[wonyqt]

ONE LAST TIME

summary you realize too late how much you took jungkook for granted, and by the time you try to fix things, he’s already gone. after months of struggling, you see him again, happy with someone else, and you beg for another chance. he gently rejects you, telling you he loves someone else now, leaving you broken and full of regret.

pairing ex bf jk x ex gf (f) reader

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the day you lost him, you didn’t think it was real.

it had started with small things—missed calls, forgotten dates, the way you stopped saying “i love you” first. you never meant to hurt him, never meant to make him feel like he wasn’t enough. but you did. and by the time you realized what was happening, he was already slipping through your fingers.

“please,” you whisper, voice breaking as you reach for him. “please, jungkook, i swear i’ll do better. i’ll change—i’ll be who you need me to be, just—just don’t go.”

he exhales sharply, shaking his head. “y/n, it’s not about you changing. it’s about the fact that you didn’t care enough to try before.” his voice is firm but pained, every word cutting deep. “i love you. i always will. but i can’t be in a relationship where i’m the only one fighting to keep it alive.”

you want to scream, to tell him he’s wrong, that you’ve always loved him just as much, but what good is love when it comes too late? when it’s buried beneath neglect and taken-for-granted moments?

“jungkook, i—”

“no,” he cuts in gently, eyes softening even as he pulls away from your grip. “this is over, y/n.”

and then he’s gone.

you collapse onto the floor, chest heaving with sobs that don’t seem to end. outside, the rain keeps falling.

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five months later, you’re still stuck in that night.

you’re curled up on your bed, the glow of your phone casting harsh light in the darkness of your room. your finger hovers over the photo album titled us, a folder you swore you’d delete but never did.

with a shaky breath, you open it.

there’s a picture of jungkook in your kitchen, shirtless, hair messy from sleep, laughing at something you said. another of him leaning into your touch as you ran your fingers through his hair. videos of late-night drives, his hand on your thigh, your favorite songs playing in the background. texts you never answered fast enough. i miss you messages you ignored until it was too late.

your chest tightens. you want to go back. undo it all. be better.

but jungkook has moved on. you know this.

and you’re still here, drowning in what-ifs.

────୨ৎ────

three months after the breakup, you thought you were fine.

you still missed him, of course—you missed him in the quiet moments, in the spaces where he used to be. but you told yourself you were healing. you weren’t crying yourself to sleep anymore. you could hear his name without your chest tightening. you even convinced yourself that maybe, just maybe, you were ready to move on too.

and then you saw it.

you had been lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through instagram when his name popped up on your feed. your breath caught in your throat, thumb hovering over the screen. you hadn’t checked his profile in weeks, forcing yourself to keep your distance. but the algorithm didn’t care about your progress.

the photo was simple—soft lighting, a familiar tattooed hand resting on someone’s waist. but it was the caption that made your stomach drop. she makes me happy.

your heart pounded as you clicked on the post, fingers trembling. and then you saw them.

jungkook. smiling. kissing her.

it was the kind of picture he used to post with you. the kind of picture that once made you feel like the luckiest person in the world. except this time, it wasn’t you in his arms.

your body went numb. your mind, however, raced.

he moved on.

he really moved on.

and somehow, despite everything, despite being the one who pushed him away, you never thought this moment would come. you never thought you would truly lose him. but staring at the photo, at the way he looked at her—soft, adoring, happy—you felt it sink in.

this was it.

you had lost the love of your life.

and it took seeing him love someone else to realize just how badly you had messed up.

────୨ৎ────

your thoughts are cut off by the sound of your phone ringing.

you blink, realizing your eyes are still glued to the picture of jungkook and her. your chest feels tight, your fingers gripping your phone a little too hard. with a deep breath, you swipe away from the photo album and glance at the caller ID.

minsoo.

you clear your throat before answering, trying to sound normal. “hey.”

there’s a beat of silence before minsoo sighs, and you already know she knows. she always knows.

“you were thinking about him again, weren’t you?” her voice is soft, careful. not judgmental, never judgmental.

you swallow, staring at the ceiling. “…maybe.”

another sigh, this time laced with something like fond exasperation. “y/n.”

“i know, i know,” you mumble, shutting your eyes. “i just—i don’t know. it still hits me sometimes.”

minsoo doesn’t say you need to move on or it’s been months, y/n. she never does. that’s what makes her different. that’s why she’s been the one person you can talk to about jungkook a thousand times without feeling like a burden. she listens. she understands. she’s never made you feel stupid for holding onto something that’s already gone.

“come to a party with me tonight,” she says suddenly.

you hesitate. “a party?”

“yeah. you need a distraction, and i think this will be good for you. even if it’s just for tonight, let loose a little. don’t think about him.”

you chew on your lip, considering. you haven’t gone out in weeks, haven’t really lived outside of your routine of school,work, home, and drowning in old memories. maybe this is what you need. maybe, just maybe, a night out will help you breathe again.

“okay,” you finally say. “i’ll go.”

minsoo gasps dramatically, and you can practically hear the grin in her voice. “finally! get ready, i’ll pick you up in two hours.”

as the call ends, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. your eyes are still puffy, your expression still weighed down by heartbreak. but for the first time in a long time, there’s something else there too—something like hope.

even if it’s just for tonight, you’ll try to let go.

────୨ৎ────

you slip into the passenger seat of minsoo’s car, exhaling as you buckle your seatbelt. the familiar scent of vanilla and something floral lingers in the air, the same as always. minsoo glances at you before starting the car, and you already know what’s coming.

“so,” she starts, hands gripping the wheel, “how are we feeling tonight? and don’t lie to me, y/n.”

you sigh, leaning your head back against the seat. “i don’t know. i thought i was okay, but then i started thinking about him again.”

minsoo hums, not surprised. “you always do.”

you let out a dry laugh. “yeah. it’s pathetic, isn’t it?”

“no, it’s not,” she says immediately. “you loved him, y/n. that doesn’t just go away overnight. or in five months. but enough about jungkook, okay? tonight, i’m making sure you have fun. no sad thoughts, no regrets, no thinking about the past. just you, me, and a good time.”

you smile, small but genuine. “you’re too good to me, minsoo.”

“i know,” she says, grinning as she turns up the music. “now let’s go have some fun.”

────୨ৎ────

at a party, for the first time in a long time, you actually do have fun.

the music pulses through the crowded house, drinks are passed around, and laughter fills the air. you let yourself relax, let yourself exist in this moment without the weight of the past dragging you down. you laugh at minsoo’s terrible dance moves, take a few shots that burn down your throat, and sway to the music with strangers you don’t even know.

it feels good. it feels freeing.

but then, in a split second, it all comes crashing down.

as you’re talking to minsoo, something over her shoulder catches your eye. and suddenly, the air leaves your lungs.

jungkook.

and he’s not alone.

he’s with her.

his new girl. the same one from the instagram post.

they’re standing close, too close, and he’s smiling at her in a way that makes your chest tighten. like she’s his world. like she’s the only person in the room.

you go blank. the noise of the party fades into nothing.

minsoo, noticing the shift in your expression, furrows her brows. “y/n? what’s wrong?”

you don’t answer, your eyes still locked on them.

minsoo follows your gaze, and when she sees them, she turns back to you immediately. her face softens with realization. “y/n, i swear, i didn’t know they were gonna be here.”

you snap out of your trance, forcing a small, tight smile. “it’s okay.”

but minsoo isn’t buying it. she sees the way your hands curl into fists, the way your face falls despite your attempt to mask it.

“we can leave,” she says firmly. “say the word, and we’re out of here.”

you don’t know why you say it, why the words slip from your lips before you can stop them.

“no. i’m fine.”

but you’re not. you’re really, really not.

and yet, you stay.

you pretend to have fun. you laugh at minsoo’s jokes, sway half-heartedly to the music, sip on your drink like everything is fine. but it’s not.

because they’re here.

because that should’ve been you.

you should’ve been the one by jungkook’s side, the one he was looking at with soft eyes, the one he was holding close. but you messed it all up. and now, you’re here, drowning in your own regrets while he’s moved on.

the ache in your chest grows unbearable, and before you can spiral any further, you mumble an excuse to minsoo. “i’m gonna get another drink.”

she eyes you carefully, but she doesn’t push. “you sure?”

you nod quickly. “yeah. i’ll be right back.”

she doesn’t believe you. you can tell. but she lets you go.

you weave through the crowd, making your way to the kitchen. the moment you’re alone, you exhale, pressing your hands against the counter to steady yourself. your fingers tremble as you reach for the nearest bottle, pouring yourself a drink. maybe if you drink enough, the pain will dull. maybe if you drink enough, you won’t care anymore.

but before you can take a sip, you hear it.

your name.

and you freeze.

because you know that voice.

slowly, you turn around, and there he is.

jungkook.

he looks good tonight. he always has. but seeing him now, up close, after all these months—it breaks you.

his eyes flicker over you, something unreadable in his expression. “hey,” he says, voice careful. “long time no see.”

you swallow, forcing yourself to keep it together. “yeah,” you say, hesitantly. “it’s been a while.”

there’s a beat of silence. neither of you know what to say. the air between you is thick with unspoken words, with everything that’s been left unresolved.

“who are you here with?” he asks finally.

“minsoo,” you answer, gripping your cup a little too tightly. and even though you already know, even though you’ve seen it with your own eyes, you ask, “what about you?”

jungkook hesitates. but then he says it.

“my girlfriend.”

two simple words. and yet, they feel like a knife straight through your heart.

you nod, swallowing down the lump in your throat.

but no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop the way your chest tightens, the way your heart shatters all over again.

you take a shaky breath, trying to hold yourself together, but it’s useless. your heart is pounding, your throat is tight, and before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.

“look, jungkook, i just want to say… whatever i did to break your heart when we were together, i’m truly sorry.”

jungkook’s eyes flicker with something—surprise, maybe, or hesitation. but his voice is steady when he responds. “it’s okay, y/n. i’ve moved on.”

and that’s when you break.

as embarrassing as it is, you’re not even drunk. you don’t have the excuse of alcohol to blame for the way your emotions spill over, for the way your voice trembles as you whisper, “but i haven’t moved on.”

jungkook’s expression shifts. his brows furrow, his lips part slightly, but he doesn’t say anything. he just watches as you unravel in front of him.

“i regret everything,” you continue, voice thick with emotion. “as bad as it sounds, knowing you’ve moved on, seeing you with someone else, it—it breaks me, jungkook. and i hate it. i hate that i let you go. i hate that i messed this up.”

your hands tighten around your cup, knuckles turning white. “i know she gives you everything i couldn’t. i know she makes you happy in ways i failed to. but—” you inhale sharply, the words barely above a whisper. “i don’t care if you have her in your heart. i only care if i wake up in your arms.”

jungkook’s eyes soften, his gaze flickering with something unreadable. he looks at you like he wants to say something, but no words come out.

“i know i don’t deserve it,” you continue, voice cracking. “but stay with me. just for a moment i swear i’ll make it worth it.“

the silence between you is deafening.

he exhales, and for a second, you think he might actually say yes.

but then he says your name, so soft, so delicate.

“y/n…”

your chest tightens, a fresh wave of pain crashing over you. “can’t you forgive me?” you plead, eyes glassy with unshed tears. “i know the breakup was my fault. i should’ve been more careful. i should’ve—”

he cuts you off, shaking his head. “it’s not that simple.”

but god, you wish it was.

your hands tremble as you set your drink down, your vision blurred with tears you refuse to let fall. but you don’t care anymore. you don’t care if this is pathetic, if this is selfish, if this is something you’ll regret in the morning. all you care about is him.

“just one last time,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath. “i need to be the one who takes you home.”

jungkook’s face twists in something unreadable—pity, sadness, regret. but not love. not the way you want it to be.

“y/n…” his voice is gentle, careful. “i love someone else now.”

the words feel like a slap to the face, like a dagger straight to your chest, but you push through the pain, shaking your head. “i know,” you murmur, blinking rapidly. “i know that. and i know i should’ve fought for us when i had the chance. i should’ve—” your voice cracks. “i should’ve been better. but please, just stay with me tonight. i don’t want to be without you.”

jungkook exhales slowly, his eyes scanning your face, taking in the desperation, the pain, the regret. then, slowly, he reaches out, his fingers gently cupping your cheeks.

just like he did the night he broke up with you.

his thumbs brush away your tears, the way they always used to. the way they shouldn’t anymore.

“y/n,” he says softly, his voice almost loving. “you’ll move on.”

you shake your head against his hands. “no, i—”

“you will,” he insists, nodding slightly, as if trying to convince you, as if trying to convince himself. “you’ll be happier one day. you’ll find someone who gives you the love you deserve.”

but he doesn’t say i’ll be that person. because he won’t.

“but i—”

he cuts you off with a deep inhale, his hands still cradling your face. “but i’m in love with someone else now.”

your breathing shudders.

slowly, too slowly, he lets go of your face. the warmth of his hands fades, leaving behind only cold emptiness.

“i hope we can be friends someday,” he says, taking a step back.

you don’t say anything. you can’t.

jungkook swallows, his jaw clenching before he adds, “i still love you.”

for a second, hope blooms in your chest.

“but not the way i used to.”

and just like that, he turns and walks away.

and you?

you’re left broken all over again. but you have no one to blame but yourself.

[stnkiconverse]

Hello! I would appreciate it if you wrote Toby's reaction upon seeing his partner (dead for whatever reason you choose) come back from the dead as a ghost after months, without remembering anything. It's something I like to roleplay with on C.AI.

Thank you

Gone.

Ticci Toby x Dead!Partner!Reader

Warnings: Death, Angst???

Toby didn't think something was wrong when he came home. Just another mission, another night of blood, exhaustion, and trying to not worry too much about how numb he felt.

But then he opened your and his shared room door and the air didn't feel right. Too still. Too silent. Like there was something missing.

And thenhe saw you.

Your body wasn't hot when he brushed against it.

It wasn't cold, either.

Just—empty.

Like everything that made you had already left.

No blood, no violent scene, just you, dead, unmoving.

He dropped to his knees next to you, fingers hovering but not touching.

He couldn't.

If he touched you, it would be real.

His breath halted. His fingers convulsed uncontrollably. His tics struck him full-blown, angular, jerky snapping of his shoulders and neck, his throat made a choked sound as he fought to keep up with what he was seeing. What he wasn't seeing.

This didn't happen. This couldn't happen.

He let out a hollow, strangled laugh, gripping his hair. “Hah— okay, okay, real funny, you can stop now—”

But you didn't so much as stir. Breathe.

The world went fuzzy, but he had no idea if it was from the way his head spun or if he was actually crying. He didn't know until he felt the wetness in his palms. He shook you more forcefully once, twice.

"Wake up."

Again. Again.

"Wake the fuck up!"

Nothing. Nothing.

Toby couldn't remember how long he sat there, how long he stared at you, waiting for something, anything to change. It never changed.

Your body wasn't your body anymore. It was a body.

And for the first time in a long, long time, he felt more alone than ever.

Toby barely left his room.

People noticed, sure, but no one really bothered him about it. He was a loner to begin with, but now? Now, he was silent. Withdrawn in a way that wasn't just him not liking crowds— it was like he didn't even exist.

The sketch pad he never left behind, the pages previously covered in doodles and sketches and little comments in the margins about you were blank. He hadn't even opened it since you died.

He talked to you too, sometimes. At night, when he was alone, lying flat on his back staring at the ceiling like if he stared hard enough, he'd see you again. He said things under his breath into the void, voice cracked and rough.

"I dunno what the fuck I'm gonna do now."

"This is fucking bullshit, y'know. I didn't even get to say anything."

“You should be here. You‘re supposed to be here.”

Sleep refused to arrive.

It never would, but whenever he closed his eyes, he saw only you.

The second he realized you were dead. The discovery of your body.

The failure to say goodbye. His own voice crying out your name, over and over, as though perhaps doing so could retract something.

On certain evenings,he was sure he felt you there.

Swore he heard the sound of footsteps when nobody else was there. But each time he turned, you weren't present.

Because you were gone.

It happened on one of those nights—one where he was too exhausted to sleep, too alert to rest, too weary to go on but couldn't stop going on either.

He sat outside, hood pulled up around his face, sitting on the porch steps, simply existing.

And then he felt it.

That feeling. The one he'd experience when he turned around, knowing that he'd find you smiling at him.

His breath caught in his throat. He slowly rolled his head to the side, hesitantly, as though if he turned too fast, it would shatter whatever moment this was.

And then, he saw you.

Standing there, looking at him like he was just some other stranger.

For an instant, his mind didn't work. It wouldn't. His body moved ahead of him, standing up on shaking legs. You were there. You were- you were-

But something was wrong.

You seemed the same, yet not the same. Ghostly translucent. Glittering with a supernatural light. Your face was blank, curious, but hollow. No recognition. No welcome.

"Y/N…?" His voice was gruff, cracking, hardly above a whisper. As if saying your name too loudly would make you disappear.

You blinked. Tilted your head to the side. "Who's that?"

His stomach dropped.

Everything inside him stopped.

The seconds dragged on too long, too heavy, too suffocating. His mind was racing, trying to catch up, trying to piece it together, trying to make it make sense.

And then, you spoke again, voice soft, distant. "Do I…know you?"

Something in him broke.

There was a choked, snickering laugh. His fingers quivered, coiling into fists on either side of him. "Oh—oh, that's rich- that's really fucking funny—"

You simply stood there. Confused. Like you didn't know him anymore.

Like you'd never even met him.

The weight of it hit all at once. You were here—but not really. You weren’t you. Not his you.

Something in his chest contorted so fiercely it was as if he couldn't breathe. His throat burned. His eyes stung. His tics struck him full-force, cruel jerks of his head, his fingers convulsing against the fabric of his hoodie.

You were right here. And he'd lost you all over again.

I surprisingly rlly like this :D!!

I hope you like it as much as I do!!!

[enchantedpumpkinfics]

Hello, little message just before this headcanon.

I thank @otomedomme and @munchychuusy who participated in the comments of this post, to this headcanon.(who is like the first layer of potential futur headcanons, like yours, if anyone wants to add elements in, I would love to read them.)

(I may write the love interest outside of their characters, I have not yet read all the information about each one of them. Nor all the interactions. And I do not have all the cards seen that I started love and deespace about two months ago.)

Oh and I haven’t written fanfiction for a long time, English is not my native language. If there is a problem in the writting, I am sorry, I will do my best to correct.

And this may be considered short. But I wrote it in one night. ^-^"

I have just made the correction, of the biggest misspell and errors.

I wish you all a good day/evening/night

MC x reader x Xavier/Zayne/Rafayel/Sylus/Caleb

Trigger warning: normally there is no trigger warning. Except for my writing. Maybe some spoil.

(F/m = familly member c/f = close friend)

General:

-Every accomplishment of his professional or private life. Y/n always the impression that something comes to disturb his life.

-That something is a person. MC, with her hair, her height, her voice, her laught, her habits. Anything Y/n might find normal, even beautiful or cute would become bad if it was associated with MC.

-Y/n always felt that whatever happens in hera life, MC appeared to destroy everything.

-Hep position with the Hunters. Y/n was to be normally nominated in the Alpha team, but was transferred to the Delta team. She was furious not understanding why, while she had the best scores she was placed in the Delta team.

-That’s when she heard one of the evaluators speak well of MC and compared her to Y/n.

-If Y/n thought she wouldn’t meet MC, she’s in for a real treat.

The love interest:

Xavier:

-Y/n met Xavier, by accident in the corridors of the association.

-Reentry from mission. He didn’t pay attention to Y/n.

-But Y/n noticed. Not even knowing if Xavier was in the unit she was helping. She started talking to him without having an answer from him.

-That doesn’t bother him at all. Y/n tried to get information on Xavier, starting with his name.

-After several weeks, Y/n succeeded by having some information, just the bare minimum, his name and being in the Alpha team. Which for some would have made them throw the towel.

-And Y/n was the most optimistic... until the day when...

-She saw MC and Xavier on the street. MC was talking to Xavier, a real conversation, and Xavier was smiling. Something Y/n never managed to do and see.

-Y/n didn’t understand how it was possible and thought she had hallucinated.

Zayne:

-Y/n met Zayne when she visited a family member/close friend.

-Not in his office or the hallways. But in the cafeteria.

-In a completely harmless way. In front of a coffee/tea/soda/water.

-A little conversation took place. She learned that Zayne was a cardiologist. He even asked her if she was a new patient, which she denied.

-It is smiling that she returned to the room of her family member/close friend.

-During the following days, Y/n met Zayne several times in the hospital, mainly in the cafeteria and a few times in the corridors.

-When she returned near f/m c/f. She was all smiling, but preferred to keep the secret of the little (not so small) crush that was born for a certain doctor.

-But her little crush took a turn she hoped not to take.

-A mission went wrong. Technically, she should not have been too close to the Wanderers and even less hit.

-When she got to the emergency room, she was trying to get up. "It’s okay, I’m fine." She had been saying it for several minutes now, but people wouldn’t listen to her, forcing her to stay in bed.

-"Zayne!..."

-Y/n was happy to see Zayne because even if she repeated that everything was fine, her wound started to hurt.

-Happy until the moment she see, a certain person.

-MC.

-Again her.

-Although Y/n have called Zayne, he did not move his head in her direction. His gaze fixed on MC, with some concern.

-Y/n suddenly felt too much, her breathing started to be faster.

-The doctors take care of her, seeing that she no longer struggles, they allowed her to be treated.

-During her entire stay in the hospital, Zayne did not visit her.

Rafayel:

-A friend of Y/n had invited her to a new exhibition in one of the most famous galleries in Linkon.

-Her friend wanted to change her mind and cheer her up, because two sentimental deceptions were beginning to weigh.

-Although the place was beautiful, the works were not really to Y/n’s taste.

-Y/n was bored until she meet a young man with purple hair.

-he spoke of the works, explaining that he did not like them much, preferring his own works.

-Y/n was going to ask him what kind of artwork, but was cut.

-"Ah Rafayel!"

-that voice... that voice made her jaw thight.

-MC was still there?!

-Turning to MC, Rafayel smiles to MC "Ah my body guard!"

-Y/n was lost, how does she be a body guard ?

-MC smiles at Y/n. "Please y/n, don’t tell the hunter association."

-Y/n didn’t know how to react, did she get upset? Send herself out for a walk?

-Seen that, her friend took Y/n out of the gallery.

Sylus:

-Why did the Onychinus's leader need to be that hot?

-the Hunters' Association had heard about Sylus. And after MC’s sudden disappearance and her change of behaviour towards N109 zone, however small. Reader had suspicions.

-This is how Y/n managed to enter the zone.

-Y/n was spying on MC.

-Until the moment she saw her alongside a man with silver hair.

-"Sylus."

-Y/n was shocking, this man with MC was the leader of Onychinus's????

-The crossing of a crow made move y/n.

-It was no longer uncovered and was discovered

-Y/n wondered for several days how she had escaped from the N109 without a scratch.

Caleb:

-Caleb was a mystery to Y/n.

-She had met him less often than Xavier and Zayne, but more often than Rafayel and Sylus together.

-She had talked to him every time, it was rare that he started conversations.

-Caleb was distant, but nice.

-When she offered him to do something together, he refused each time, explaining that he had to see his little sister.

-Y/n learned in a tragic way who was Caleb’s sister.

-Everyone in the association had heard of the death of MC’s grandmother and brother.

-Although Y/n did not carry MC in her heart. She was sad to hear the news, no one deserves to lose someone so dear.

-It was looking at the information in the file on the explosion that she recognized Caleb’s photo.

-How could she not be shocked when she saw him alive next to MC several months later ?

MC :

-Oh MC...

-If anyone could have hidden her crush the best way, it was her.

-Since she had laid eyes on Y/n, it was a massive crush.

-During the class to become a Hunter, she tried to talk with Y/n without success.

-Every time she saw Y/n talking to someone she wanted to participate.

-If MC could not understand something, it was how Xavier/Zayne/Rafayel/Sylus and even Caleb could not see Y/n as she saw her.

-MC could see how Y/n was barely seen by them.

-It became almost annoying, because SHE could see Y/n, why Y/n couldn’t see her?

-Mc didn’t want the eyes of men, she didn’t want to be one of those who collided with Y/n.

-When Y/n saw her with Sylus. MC managed to stop Sylus from hurting her.

-At the time Y/n saw that Caleb was alive. MC knew it was time for her to tell him the truth about her feelings.

[jemgirl86]

Updated Masterlist for my SamBucky Divorce AU

Breakdown 3.9K

The first time Sam went on a date after his divorce from Bucky was finalized, he was excited. No butterflies, beads of sweat, or shaking hands; just an overblown anticipation for the night to come that couldn’t possibly be healthy.

And it wasn’t. Sam just didn’t recognize that at the time.

Oh, he knew he’d accepted his cousin’s offer to set him up on a blind date for all the wrong reasons alright, but in the moment he’d felt like he was justified in those wrong reasons. So, actually, they hadn’t seemed all that wrong at all.

Or: Sam could be handling things better.

Time After Time 6.8K

“You can’t get in trouble on your birthday.”

Sam didn’t even bother responding for a second. Bucky was always saying crazy stuff like that. Maybe in the Barnes family you couldn’t get in trouble on your birthday, but Sam seriously doubted that his mama and daddy would feel the same way, especially about something like this.

“Whatever, Bucky.”

Or: Six birthdays Sam spent with Bucky, and one birthday he spent without him.

I Keep Forgetting (We’re Not in Love Anymore) 3.8K

Sarah’s wedding was going to be the first big Wilson family event since his and Sam’s divorce. And, although Bucky might never admit it, she knew he was sad to have to miss it, to not belong anymore. So since she hadn’t been invited, because Sam was the only Wilson sibling she’d ever truly been friends with, Natasha figured she and Bucky could keep each other company. True, Bucky actually was invited, but there was no way he was really planning to show up, was there?

Or: Bucky is definitely planning on showing up, but hopefully he isn’t planning on showing out.

Don’t Forget About Us 6.9K

“You need to get laid.”

Dum Dum didn’t even grant Bucky the courtesy of letting him drink his first shot of whiskey before those outrageous words were falling out of his mouth.

“Sooner rather than later,” he tacked on, adding insult to injury almost as an afterthought.

“Excuse me?” Bucky asked, adopting a blank expression.

Truthfully though, he’d known this was coming. Well, okay, maybe not this exactly, but he’d known something was coming. When his buddies had all started texting him at once (and all somewhat out of the blue) earlier that week, he’d known something was up.

Or: “It ain’t no fun when the rabbit got the gun.”

Ain’t Too Proud to Beg 2.9K

Maybe Sam wanted him around again, maybe he wanted Bucky’s attention again, at least a little.

Not that Bucky’s attention had ever really left Sam. The mere thought was laughable. Honestly, it was laughable that anyone that knew them would ever think that, especially Sam. But maybe Sam needed a reminder — of Bucky’s complete and unwavering devotion? Of his complete lack of chill when it came to Sam? Of the fact that he’d never really and truly leave Sam alone?

And maybe Sam’s birthday was the perfect time for such a reminder.

Or: If Bucky doesn’t have anything else, he’s got some nerve.

All Or Nothing 5.4K

It took everything in Sam to keep a straight face and not let his expression mirror her perplexed look. Because, what was going on? What was this? Sure, when Bucky and he had first separated, they’d had to sit down with Aisha and have this conversation together, and then he’d had to have smaller, more simple, versions of the same conversation without Bucky, on more than one occasion. But they were all a long time ago, at least they were all a relatively long time ago. As far as visitation and custody were concerned, things had been pretty settled for a while now. So where was this coming from?

Or: Sam is just trying to do right by his family and his boyfriend.

[rowansro]

Hehe okay here it’s is, I sort of forgot about it I finished it like a week ago, this is more just yapping than anything, I might turn it into a proper fic at some point :)

After the final break (electra pov)

Okay okay so, i like to think that after their final break porter had done or said something that literally shattered leccy completely. And it hurts them so bad that a day or two after they start full on spiraling and going down a rabbit hole of stuff like ‘i won't ever be able to trust someone again’ ‘why would he say that about me’ and eventually end up to the conclusion that they had done something wrong and that something was wrong with them internally / something wrong with their system so they try to figure out what they did wrong OR what's wrong with them. Then fast forward like two hours and the components have not heard anything from leccy and are getting worried so they send in killerwatt to find out what's going on and he walks into leccy sitting on the floor with their hands inside of them pulling wires out of themselves trying to find the problem, their like in full tears and the tears are getting onto the wires making MORE problems and kw is just standing there frozen in horror with no clue on what to do because their boss is sitting in front of him literally pulling themselves apart and he is NOT trained for this.

Electra is completely oblivious to killerwatt being there and just keeps pulling at wires, just as kw starts walking over, leccy notices him and just as they look in his direction they pull out and accidentally snap the wire that controls their emotions and help them regulate, this sort of severs their emotions. They just kinda stop and look up at KW who is in shock at what he's just watched electra do because he knows what wire they just destroyed and they know had dangerous this situation has just become, as a singular tear escapes their eyes that are like full of horror because they ALSO know what they did, and it's sort of what their aim was, if they cannot feel anything then they can't be hurt by anyone again.

KW sits down in front of them and all theses wires and grabs their hands both to stop them from doing any more harm and to start trying to ground leccy who has literally no ability to process emotion but is somehow the most panicked they will ever be, KW starts frantically calling for wrench and the other components because, well, electras insides are all over the floor. While wrench and all that tend to electra, kw just tries to keep holding leccys hand both for electra and for his own comfort because my man is traumatized, eventually volta or joule notices how traumatized kw is and drags him away.

Killerwatt tries to stay as close to Electra as he can while they recover, the other components have to pull him away to make sure he takes care of himself instead of watching over electra.

I like to think that one of the things about leccys recovery from the breakdown is to do with their emotions, considering that they really went and fucked them up in the breakdown and needed they systems that control their emotions to be replaced they needed to learn lot of things emotionaly again and it kind of changed them as a person, they become a lot nicer and more of a people pleaser, trying theri best ot not hurt someone but also at the same time not letting themselves get to close to other people after they are cleared to be out and about again. Killerwatt his slightly hurt by this but wont show it, over the time frame of a few months KW and electra start to become closer as leccy finds that KW is really good at grounding them when they start to panic or get overwhelmed / overstimulated and slowly opens up to him emotionally. KW at one point does want to talk to electra about his feelings for him but is too scared to because he knows what electra is capable of doing if things work out.

About, i would say 5 or 6 months after the breakdown electra calls for KW late at night and just sort of asks him to sit down next to them on the couch/bed without saying anything else, electra could feel like a panic attack could happen and didnt want to be alone, as they start to feeling like more overwhelmed with their thoughts they sort of interlock pinkies with KW before he catches on to why electra had called him in and properly holds his hand, electra ends up resting their head on killerwatts shoulder and KW just lets them rest for a moment before asking them whats wrong, and in slightly shaky voice they respond with “killerwatt i remember” and KW looks down at them and asks them “remember what?” electra looks up at them with glazed eyes and just bluntly says “i remember how it feels to sit there and rip out my own wires” before they start to weakly sob, although this isn't an odd sight for KW after the breakdown, it's odd for electra to talk about what's upset them so KW pulls them into a proper hug knowing that the physical touch and deep pressure helps electra alot. Electra ends up falling asleep on top of KW and he also eventually drifts off, when electra wakes up killerwatt is still asleep and they kinda have a bit of a ‘holy shit is that what love feels like again’ (they definitely felt this kind of love with porter but as i mentioned before, they had to relearn their emotions) , when killerwatt wakes up leccy apologizes for being an inconvenience and for calling KW in so late the night before but in response KW just hugs them tighter.

Something something, Electra angst in regards to coalectra that end up turning into leccywatt, something something

Im cooking guys I promise

[fujii-draws]

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