#to the friend that requested this from me

[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 6

A/N: Y’all are not ready for this. And yes, there will be another part after this. I’ve also been getting a few requests for little side skits so I’ll do those as soon as I wrap up the series itself so please be patient with me if I haven’t responded!

I tried really hard on this part so please tell me your thoughts in the comments!

Disclaimer: I don’t any of the songs or anything in this series.

TW: Death, heartbreak, grief, etc. toxic parental figures.

Word Count: 4,987

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

(Reminder: Baby = Jum, Romance = Chungae, Mystery = Hyeon, Abby = Kwan)

The time had come.

The Saja Boys’ final performance.

Just one more performance and then they could spend the rest of their existence with you.

For now, they were on the other side of the crumbling barrier, standing before Gwi Ma as they watched the space fill with people carrying the red glow of their light sticks. You were there too. A succubus among humans, beautiful having fully accepted your demon side. You were quickly coming into your new abilities, having teleported there with them and now floating above the stands, over the heads in the hypnotized crowd directly across from the stage. The best view in the house. Even from there, they could see the warm amber glow of your eyes.

They were worried about you, of course. But selfish beings could only ignore the call of their desired one for so long. You had chosen to join them, to love them. Flaws and all. And that was the sweetest addiction of all. So they would follow wherever you beckoned and they would protect you and love you with the entirety of the wretched tatters that remained of their souls.

Just for you, they had decided to perform this last song in their demon forms, forgoing their human guises.

“Well done. Ready to forget it all?” Gwi Ma’s voice rumbled as he looked hungrily out at the crowd of fans gathering in place for the performance.

Jinu looked over them as well, memories of the moment he left his mother and sister behind flashing in his mind and then Rumi, their moment of peace found within their friendship, and then you. The soft moments together of you two beneath the stars, you sharing modern music with him. Your face in joy. And then your face in despair. The face when you joined them. His expression steeled. He would do this for you. He didn’t care if Gwi Ma went through with the deal or not anymore.

“Good,” Gwi Ma purred. “Glad that girl is useful for something. And she’ll be singing with you, correct? Perfect. I’m ready to feast.”

The Boys grimaced, their fists tightening at the way the tyrant talked about you. But they all agreed on one thing.

They would do this for you. To protect you.

The Saja Boys had tried to change your mind when you said you would be helping with their final performance, it was a huge jump to go from just letting them feed Gwi Ma all these souls, to actively being a part in feeding them to him yourself.

But you had remained stubborn. “I refuse to be a passive supporter any longer. From now on, I’ll make my own path. Even if it leads me to Hell,” You had said with a sweet, content smile. So they agreed. And incorporated you into their performance with the ease of elite professionals.

Derpy the tiger mewled, nudging Jinu’s arm with the bracelet from Rumi offered in his mouth, shaking Jinu from his thoughts. But Jinu hesitated in taking it. Rumi had been his… friend. But he betrayed her. And she had turned her back on you, the girl he had grown to love. Jinu’s fist clenched.

It was an odd feeling, sitting as you floated in the air, the repeated monotonous chanting of ‘Saja. Saja. Saja,’ sounding below you over and over again. And it was strange seeing your reflection whenever you passed it. Your skin had taken on a dark lilac hue, the electric magenta glow of your patterns contrasting sharply. Your eyes glowed an amber, your pupils slit like a cat’s. Your fingers had lengthened, your nails grown into claws, and even your teeth had sharpened. But you kinda liked it. It was badass in a way.

Your mind lingered on them. Mira, Zoey, Celine, and… Rumi. Yes, they had left you. Turned their backs on you. But… you had loved them for so long. For years, they were your entire world, taking care of them and watching them grow. It would be hard to let them go from your heart.

However, that didn’t mean you would save Mira and Zoey from being part of this crowd.

It would be hard to let them go from your heart, but you wouldn’t forgive them.

You perk up when the Saja Boys logo flickers on screen, the image of Jinu’s demon eyes flashing for a brief second before the logo returns, the crowd coming alive with raucous cheers as a haunting tune begins, the boys rising to the stage. The boys floated, solemn looks on their faces as the song began. You were immediately enraptured just by the presence of them.

“I'll be your idol~”

The boys burst into motion, landing on the stage with their movements hypnotizing and magnetic.

“Keeping you in check (Uh), keeping you obsessed (Uh)~ Play me on repeat, endlessly in your head~ Anytime it hurts (Uh), play another verse (Uh)~ I can be your sanctuary~” Kwan opened strongly, drawing the crowd in with his movements and his charm easily. His eyes were on your figure floating above though, peering up at you from below the brim of his hat.

“Know I'm the only one right now (Now)~ I will love you more when it all burns down~ More than power, more than gold (Yeah)~ Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I'm hеre for your soul~” Chungae and Hyeon joined in, putting their all in this performance because you were watching. Their first and last performance with you. But, hopefully, not the last time they would sing with you.

You were so drawn in that you couldn’t even sway along to the song. You knew this song was meant to gather souls for Gwi Ma, layered with layer after layer of demon charm and hypnotism. But, it feels like they’re singing just for you.

“I'm the only one who'll lovе your sins~ Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin~”

Maybe it's because they are.

“Listen 'cause I'm preachin' to the choir~ Can I get the mic a little higher?~ Gimme your desire~ I can be the star you rely on (You rely on)~ You're lost in my daze, yeah, you can't look away (Hey)~ Don't you know I'm here to save you~ Now we runnin' wild~ Yeah, I'm all you need, I'ma be your idol~”

The boys’ eyes glowed at you as they danced and sang. Their focus was on you the whole time. This last song was for you, not a message directly to you, but it was all for you. You were entranced, not by their demonic charm and hypnotism, but by them. The way they moved, the way their expressions drew you in.

The boys teleported in a burst of demon magic, reappearing in different places on the stage walkway. Gwi Ma appeared behind them, beginning to come through the barrier.

“Uh, shining with my fame, keep on shout my name, I'm your idol~ Thank you for the pain 'cause it got me going viral~ Uh, yeah, endless is my fever, makin' you a believer~ I was born for you, only your idol~” Jum rapped to the crowd of charmed fans, but his thoughts were completely on you. He couldn’t help but love performing, something he hadn’t expected when Jinu came to him with his plan. But it led him to all these new experiences and it led him to you. These words were meant for the fans but this performance was for you. Gwi Ma’s fires flared around them as more and more of him came through until he fully manifested behind them.

“Don't let it show, keep it all inside~ The pain and the shame, keep it outta sight~ Your obsession feeds our connection~ So right now give me all your attention~”

Then the lights of the stage and the light sticks went out, even the screen with the Saja Boys’ logo on it. The only light being the fires of Gwi Ma. The song abruptly cut off with a glitch effect. And then a new song sounded.

Your cue.

You teleported on stage as the first line of the song left your lips in a haunting melody, your voice enhanced by the demon charm you layered over it.

“Insane, inside~ The danger gets me high~ Can't help myself~ Got secrets I can't tell~” The boys teleported around you, moving and sweeping around you in a circle as you sang, striding forward towards the crowd with confidence you didn’t know you had. The crowd was cheering even more enthusiastically at the surprise voice of a female voice, one they had never heard before.

“I love the smell of gasoline~ I light the match to taste the heat~” The six of you spread out to different points of the stage, reaching enticingly to the crowd with sweet smiles.

“I've always liked to play with fire~”

As the beat dropped, it shifted back to ‘Your Idol’ but you sang with the boys this time as you all beckoned the crowd forward.

“Living in your mind now~ Too late ‘cause you’re mine now~ I will make you free~ When you’re all a part of me~”

The six of you teleported back onto the stage. You floated up first, the boys following you up as you harmonized with the boys. Looking down, it was a crowd of faceless figures bathed in red, drawn in by Gwi Ma’s flames and you guess… yours and the boy’s demonic powers. Why was it so easy? These people were mindlessly marching to their deaths and you couldn’t find yourself feeling terribly guilty. Maybe later you will, when the hurt and the anger at them will fade, but right now? Your heart was cold to these people.

“(Listen 'cause I'm) Preaching to the choir~ (Now) Can I get the mic a little higher? (Play with fire)~ Gimme your desire~ Watch me set your world on fire (Play with fire)~ You're lost in my daze, yeah, you can't look away (Hey)~ No one is coming to save you~ Now we runnin' wild~ You're down on your knees, I'ma be your idol (Play with fire)~”

Everyone stopped. You, the boys, the people all stopped as the music cut out and the sound of a voice came from the back entrance to the stands. The crowd began to part.

“We are Hunters. Voices strong.” You frowned as Rumi came into view. The boys and you slowly descended, landing on the stage with Gwi Ma at your backs. The boys closed ranks around you, protective of you and weary of the demon Huntress. You narrowed your eyes at Rumi, scanning over her form. She looked just as bad as when you had last seen her but her face was blank, numb.

“Slaying demons with our song. Fix the world and make it right. When darkness finally meets the light.”

“You come here like this?” Gwi Ma mockingly questioned your sister. “You think you can fix the world? You can’t even fix yourself.”

“I can’t.”

“And now everyone finally sees you for what you really are.”

“They do.”

“And the Honmoon. Is. Gone.”

“It is.” Even from all the way up on the stage, you could see Rumi’s eyes change as she looked up at Gwi Ma sharply, her amber eye disappearing. “So that we can make a new one.”

~~~

Rumi had many regrets in her life.

She wasn’t perfect, she always knew that. But the golden image of perfection in her mind that she had always strived for was nothing but a pretty illusion. And when the illusion broke, she had hurt you. You, her precious twin sister. The sister that all she wanted to do was protect.

After her talk with Celine, Rumi had to face the hard truth that Celine had poisoned their minds. You and her used to be so close but when did that stop? She had to ask herself what happened to the times when you would laugh together over the stupidest little things? The times you would try to cook together only to end up chasing each other around the kitchen with food stained hands? The times when your giggles would fill the grassy clearing in the forest, your secret spot just between the two of you?

And Rumi knew it was her fault. She didn’t protect you like she should’ve, protected you from Celine’s harsh demands and her shoving the two of you into too tight molds of their parents.

And now there you were. The image of their father come to life, standing before Gwi Ma, your back to his flames as the Saja Boys stood on guard in front of you. You looked demonic, with dark lilac skin, clawed hands, black clothing, and the glowing amber eyes she could see from there. But you were beautiful. You were standing with a confidence she had never seen in you—or perhaps never noticed you had. And you had sung. She hasn’t heard you sing in years and she didn’t realize how much she missed it until she heard your voice again.

Rumi swore she would protect you. She had already broken that promise. But she would hold what remains of that promise in her weary hands with all her strength.

Although, first? She would need her girls.

“Nothing but the truth now~ Nothing but the proof of what I am~ The worst of what I came from, patterns I'm ashamed of~ Things that even I don't understand~ I tried to fix it, I tried to fight it~ My head was twisted, my heart divided~ My lies all collided~ I don't know why I didn't trust you to be on my side~”

You watched blankly as Rumi walked forward, her patterns beginning to glow in a rainbow iridescence as it spread up her legs and to her arms and face. You couldn’t help but think it was just like Rumi for her to take her flaws and make them pretty.

Looking to each side of the arena, you could see Mira and Zoey making their ways down to the stage, their chests glowing blue faintly. It seemed like Rumi’s voice had reached them. ‘It was a song for them, after all,’ you couldn’t help but think bitterly, your fist clenching.

“I broke into a million pieces, and I can't go back~ But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass~ The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony~ My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~”

Zoey joined the song as she reached the stage, “Why did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head?~”

Mira reached the stage as well. “I should've let the jagged edges meet the light instead~”

Together, they sang their song of hope, “Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ The song we couldn't write, this is what it sounds like~”

The three were glowing. This must be what it looks like for their souls to connect to their song. You had never seen it before.

But Gwi Ma had.

“Stop this song!” He roared behind you. He summoned a hoard of demons, flooding the stage in three directions as they charged at the girls to try and keep them from singing.

You knew the power of the girls and their voices. You knew as soon as Rumi started singing that this was a losing battle. Which meant that they would more than likely end up killing you here, with the boys…

“We're shattering the silence, we're rising defiant~ Shouting in the quiet, you're not alone~ We listened to the demons, we let them get between us~ But none of us are out here on our own~ So, we were cowards, so, we were liars~ So, we're not heroes, we're still survivors~ The dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired~ But dive in the fire and I'll be right here by your side~”

The girls embraced as they finally reunited after getting through the hoards trying to keep them apart. It sent a wave of light out over the crowd, beginning to form a new Honmoon as Mira and Zoey’s once black accents on their outfit turned to pure white. You couldn’t help but feel bitter. Rumi had come for Mira and Zoey. And the lyrics they were singing? It felt like a kick in the chest.

But they were right in a way. You weren’t alone. You had the boys. Rumi and you were both exactly where you belong at that moment.

“We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back~ But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass~ The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony~ My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls turned and marched steadily towards you and the boys. A shiver of fear went up your spine, waiting for them to summon their weapons so they could kill you and the boys. But they didn’t.

‘I’m sorry, (Y/n). Please. Hear me,’ Rumi mentally pleaded, her eyes on yours as she marched towards you, Zoey and Mira at her sides.

‘Please come back to us, (Y/n). I’m so sorry we… I didn’t stand with you,’ Zoey smiled at you, soft and apologetic. The pit of guilt in her stomach that had formed as soon as she had chosen to follow Mira instead of trying to listen to you pulsing in her chest alongside her soul.

‘It’ll be hard but… we love you. Please come back,’ Mira marched with determination. ‘They’ll share the patterns together.’ The iridescent patterns on their purified clothes glimmered in the light the same as Rumi’s.

‘Protect (Y/n),’ was the only thought in the Boys’ heads. They couldn’t shake the memory of you crying in their arms. You had said that they threatened to kill you if they saw you again. Their hearts shuddered in their chest at the thought of you dying with them. No. They refused to let it happen, they promised you that they wouldn’t leave you and they promised themselves that they would protect you.

Kwan, Jum, Chungae, and Hyeon charged forward, leaving Jinu with you to stay back and protect you as they faced the girls who summoned their weapons.

“Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head?~ Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead~ Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~”

Despite Rumi’s determination to reach you, Gwi Ma interrupted her, summoning the horde of demons back to him to boost his power as he grew in size, gaining enough energy to manifest more of his features. It startled the girls, distracting them as they held Hyeon, Chungae, Kwan, and Jum back.

“Your voices cannot defeat ME!”

Gwi Ma roared, sending a blast of power from his mouth at Rumi. Your eyes widened as Rumi stumbled under the force of Gwi Ma’s blast, straining under the weight on her sword. Mira and Zoey cried out for her but couldn’t reach her as the Boys held them back.

Your heart was pounding as Rumi screamed, trying to muster all the strength she could to hold Gwi Ma back. But she could only buckle under the force, falling to her knee. You unconsciously took a step forward. Would you really be able to watch your sister die?

‘Why?’ Rumi questioned herself. ‘Why am I never strong enough?!’

She stumbled when the force against her sword suddenly disappeared. She blinked, looking up.

‘No…’

Your human eyes looked back at her.

You hadn’t even registered moving. You couldn’t even remember if you had teleported or used your demon abilities to fly. But it didn’t matter. You were there now, holding back Gwi Ma’s power with your own body. Protecting Rumi.

“(Y/n), no…” Rumi’s voice cracked as she stood, her hands hovering uselessly by your shoulders. ‘What could she do? Why wasn’t there anything she could do?!’

‘Guess old habits die hard…’ You thought to yourself. You smiled sadly at your sister as her eyes welled with tears, despair in her eyes. But also guilt and regret.

“I’m still angry at you, y’know,” You told her softly.

“I know. I know…” Rumi cried, her voice wobbling. “I’m so sorry, (Y/n), I never should have turned my back on you. I never should have left you behind! I just… I wanted to protect you…”

“I know. I wanted to protect you too,” You told her. You could feel your skin flaking away into ash, the heat of Gwi Ma’s power eating through you slowly and yet all at once. It hurt. But you still had things you needed to say. “I’m still angry at you, but I’ll always love you, Rumi. After all, you’re the other half of my soul, remember?”

Yeah. She did remember. She closed her eyes, pressing your foreheads together as she remembered. Her tears wet your faces as she felt you fading away.

When the two of you were little, you would dance in by the ancient tree. Perfectly in sync with childish giggles in the air and happiness in your souls.

“You’ll always be the other half of my soul, (Y/n),” She had promised.

“And you’ll always be the other half of mine, Rumi!”

Nights spent under the stars, trying to find shapes and wishing on the shooting stars that streaked across the night. Celine would come scold the both of you for staying up so late but the two of you hadn’t cared.

“We are Hunters, voices strong~ Slaying demons with our song~ Save the world and make it right~ When darkness finally meets the light~” The two of you would sing together, your voices fading together.

She remembered when you had proudly showed her your first attempts at writing a song. The two of you had spent a week finishing it together to show Celine, who had politely clapped over it before dismissing you.

You at her side when the two of you first met Mira and Zoey.

You staying up for several nights in a row just to get their debut outfits just right, making sure every detail matched their personalities, were comfortable for them to wear, made them feel confident and strong.

You in the wings with Bobby or backstage during every single one of their performances.

You cooking their favorite foods for their birthdays, making sure to make the cake their favorite flavor from scratch.

You helping them to their beds when they spent hours into the night working on a song when inspiration struck.

Your voice when you were happy, when you were frustrated, when you were giddy, when you were tired, when you were comforting her.

“You’re gonna do great. You’ve got this.”

Your face when she had hit you and then left you behind without a second glance, numb to your cries.

Your smile.

Your laugh.

Your anger.

Your joy.

You.

And then you disappeared beneath her touch and all that was left was your soul. Rumi choked back sobs as the orb circled around her, humming in a way that reminded her of childish giggles and little voices singing in a clearing. “I love you too…” She wanted to fall to her knees right there and start sobbing, grieving her sister. But she couldn’t because she wouldn’t let your death… be in vain.

Rumi summoned her sword but it was different this time, heavier and yet lighter all at once. It was bigger than it had been and she could feel your soul humming through it. The two of you were always stronger together, that’s how it was meant to be…

The Saja Boys’ chest felt like a gaping maw as Gwi Ma roared, Rumi cutting through him with your sword. This was unlike any pain they had ever felt before in their centuries of existing. Were they even still alive? Was this death? Was this agony? Was this hell?

Jinu fell to his knees, his hand falling from its raised position, kneeling defeatedly halfway between Gwi Ma and where you had once stood. Biting his lip, not caring as it began to bleed, tears welling in his eyes.

Chungae stumbled, his hands to his chest as if he was trying to hold his heart together without all the pieces. His mouth was agape as if a name stood on the tip of his tongue but his lungs couldn’t give them the air to cry out.

Hyeon stood frozen, his arms limp at his sides. He stood like a gaping wound, succumbing to its fatalities. He was open and vulnerable to an attack but he didn’t care. He stood like a puppet waiting for its strings to be cut. Giving up on living.

Jum took a staggering step toward where you once stood and faltered. He didn’t want to believe his eyes, wanting to go to that spot right there to make sure you weren’t really gone. But he didn’t want to see if you really were either. A single tear trailed down his cheek, leading the way for the others to follow.

Kwan faltered, tripping over his feet and landing on the ground. He pulled his fist back and struck the stage with all his strength, leaving a small crater where he hit but the pain was nothing in comparison to the pain in his chest. He hadn’t been fast enough to help you. Stuck in a stalemate with one of the Hunters, neither letting the other get away from the fight. He cursed as he lowered his head.

Mira shuddered, turning her head away to swallow back her grief. She cursed fate for never letting her have the family she wanted. For letting her build this little family with her own two hands only to keep taking pieces away from her. You were her sister. There would be time for grief later.

Zoey’s arms went limp by her sides, the grip on her knives slackening until they faded away in her shock. She couldn’t process what had just happened. They were going to save you. They were going to apologize and talk it out so everything would eventually be okay again. She wanted to give up. Go back to the days where you would listen to her lyric ideas, always listening to every line no matter how odd or strange. Please.

The Saja Boys and the girls were almost swallowed whole by grief and despair. But the girls still had a job to do.

Mira and Zoey turned to the boys, their glares watery as they readied their weapons. They were intent on finishing their fights quickly so they could go support Rumi.

The boys looked at each other.

They would follow where you beckoned.

The girls were shocked when the boys made no move to attack them. Instead, they seemed to… surrender. Their heads bowed and they closed their eyes. Maybe it was their grief, their heart’s having broken, or their love for you, but… Before the girl’s eyes, the boys began fading away into ash.

One by one, they faded away with acceptance. They faded until all that was left was five aching souls, battered and broken, but whole. And they followed where you led. They danced around Mira and Zoey who watched in shock as the souls raced toward Rumi to circle around her sword trailing behind her.

Their souls led the way as the crowd joined in their song of hope and acceptance, their souls empowering the girls as they raced after Rumi, letting them run faster and faster than they ever had before as all the colors of the rainbow danced around them. The power of all the souls connecting with them were enough to lift the girls off their feet as they continued the song with determination.

“We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back~ But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass~ The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony~ My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~ Why did we cover up the colors stuck inside our head?~ Get up and let the jagged edges meet the light instead~ Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls came together before Gwi Ma, soul energy dancing around them endlessly as Rumi held your sword out and the girls held the offered hilt together. They could feel your soul humming through them, and they closed their eyes. They felt all the souls connecting with their song, connecting with each other and with a flare of light, Gwi Ma was banished and the rainbow Honmoon was sealed.

“My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like~ Fearless and undefined, this is what it sounds like~ Truth after all this time, our voices all combined~ When darkness meets the light, this is what it sounds like~”

The girls looked out over the world that they had saved. That you had saved. The crowd was cheering, the sky was clear and bright as the rising sun finally shone over them. The rainbow Honmoon pulsed with power. They descended, gently landing on stage. Mira and Zoey released the hilt of your sword, letting Rumi hold the sword gently by its hilt and the blade. She could see her tearful eyes reflecting back at her as her grief filled her heart. For a moment as the sun glinted across the blade, she thought she saw your human eyes reflected back at her, surrounded by five other pairs of eyes.

She held the sword close to her chest, falling to her knees before the crowd of cheering fans who were none-the-wiser. The fight was over.

And you were still gone.

Outtakes:

You: *Looking at your new demon form* “Wow. How snazzy.”

The Saja Boys: *Drooling over you* “Yeah…”

…

You: “Why don’t you just make another hat for Derpy so he and Sussie can match?”

Jinu: *Shook like you just gave him the answers to the universe*

…

Rumi: “(Y/n)! I’m here to protect you!”

The Saja Boys: “Thank you for your services, but you are no longer needed.”

…

The Saja Boys: “We have only known (Y/n) for a day but if anything happened to her, we would kill everyone in this room and then ourselves.

*Five parts later*

The Saja Boys: “…”

…

Let me know if you have ideas for outtakes or side skits! And think about checking out the playlist I made for this little series!

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[no-144444]

Hi! I'd like to request an Oscar Piastri x fem!reader SMAU mixed with an imagine where after they've dated for a while Oscar starts to become more relaxed and maybe even a little careless about him showing reader affection in public😏😏

changed man

꩜ summary: 3 times you realised oscar had changed, and 1 you understood why

꩜ pairing: oscar piastri x fem! singer! reader

꩜ a/n: thanks for requesting!

Red Flag on track

You’d noticed a change in Oscar in recent weeks. It was… strange. Oscar didn’t change much. He liked his hair a certain length (no matter how much you begged him to let it grow), he had his favourite clothes and rarely bought new ones, and he liked to be private. 

You thought an invasion of his privacy would make him retreat further, make him even more shy in front of cameras and fans alike. A few weeks ago, paparazzi had taken a picture of Oscar and you kissing, essentially announcing to the world that you two were together for real. It had upset you both, you wanted to tell them when you were ready. They took that from you, and it sucked. You thought it would mean going back to secret rendezvous and no more Grand Prixs.

But Oscar surprised you, as always, and he didn’t. He started kissing you in the paddock, holding your hand, hugging you during a red flag. It was maddening. It was whiplash. 

He walked up to you smiling, fresh out of the car with a red flag out on track for a bad crash, but thankfully, everyone was alright. The garage was buzzing, P1 for Oscar, P2 for Lando, a battle to ensue in the next 5 laps, rain pissing down everyone's necks. He had more than enough data to look at, and knew he still had a race to win, so what was he doing here? His hands circled your waist before you knew what was happening, and his head rested on your own as he talked to Tom over your head. You just stood there, shocked. You could even see his mum in your periphery, raising an eyebrow. You gave her a confused look back, and she just smiled and pulled out her camera to snap a picture of the moment. 

He squeezed your waist. “You alright?” he whispered over the noise in the garage. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care that he was getting water/ sweat all over you, so he leaned in closer, pressing a kiss to your cheek as you nodded. What the fuck is going on? You asked yourself. He must’ve picked up on it because he couldn’t stop smirking at the people walking by, pretending not to watch you two. He whispered directly into your ear. “You’re beautiful,” and left to get back in the car. 

You felt a bit light-headed. 

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youruser always here to support :) -> oscarpiastri and thank god for that :)

user52 i love how he adds in a picture of her even though it doesn't make sense

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user77 omg did we all see the way he kissed her when he won -> user321 fr i was like damn get a room you two

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oscarpiastri offended tbh -> landonorris sybau -> oscarpiastri jealous -> landonorris pissed off that you constantly parade your relationship in my SINGLE face -> youruser firstly, love you oscar, secondly, I HAVE A FRIEND FOR YOU LANDO PLEASE TEXT ME -> landonorris Y/N Y/L/N I LOVE YOU MORE THAN HE DOES THANK YOU SO MUCH -> oscarpiastri yk I hate you both

hattiepiastri we love a girls trip -> oscarpiastri we HATE a girls trip -> ediepiastri shut uppppp

ediepiastri my perfect angel baby -> youruser my perfect stylist angel baby

nicolepiastri Love you! xxx -> youruser love you more!

user32 oscar be like 'i lost something once'

user312 his sisters ganging up on him? gagged!

user931 lando being desperate is insane

user131 i'm actually so single omfg.

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youruser omg osc what is this -> youruser this is too sweet -> oscarpiastri i'm just proud of you :)

landonorris I love how he rubs it in my face that i'm single like holy shit dude, maybe i should take you out next race -> landonorris FUCK THAT SOUNDED WRONG -> landonorris I mean like crash into him not bring him to dinner or something -> landonorris Well actually idm we usually get dinner together on sunday nights sooooo -> youruser girl this is embarrassing sit down.

user48 i'm actually running in front of a train THEY'RE SO CUTE YOUR HONOUR

user31 get yourself a man who makes an appreciation post for NO REASON like omg love me next please

user890 i want them both

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user21 holy shit she's gorgeous and talented i can't even hate her

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3. Kissing in tyre closets

He won again, and he was admittedly insatiable. Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the half-bottle of champagne he drank, maybe it was just you, sitting in the corner of the garage so quietly and looking so fucking beautiful, but he knew he wasn’t going into a debrief without at least a kiss, but hopefully a bit more. 

He grabbed your hand and you assumed it was to walk you off to the car, promising he’d see you later once his media was done, but he didn’t. He looked over his shoulder for a split second and walked right into the tyre storage, pushed you up against the door once he’d closed it, and kissed the fuck out of you. You gasped into his mouth immediately, taken aback by his forwardness, and downright dirty tendencies. Though, that was quickly turned into a groan when his tongue pushed into your mouth, and his arms wrapped tightly around your middle, holding you against him like he couldn’t get enough. He smirked into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his plan working perfectly. God, kisses with you were intoxicating. 

“So pretty,” he broke from your lips to continue their attack on your neck. “Could see you from the top step, so beautiful,” he practically whined as his hands drifted to the hem of your shirt. You gasped. 

“Oscar Jack Piastri-” you started, but he was looking at you with those pleading eyes, the ones he knew drove you insane. 

“Please?” he added, and your resolve was broken. Your t-shirt was on the floor and his hands were already making quick work of your bra. 

Then a bump on the door. You both stopped, like how you would back at school when you realised you’d be murdered for being in the boys dorms and it was already lights out, with a teacher at the door ready for room checks. He went bright red, though disappointment coursed through his veins. He helped you get dressed as you tried to forget this moment, almost melting into a puddle of shame. Finally, Oscar opened the door, giving an oscar-worthy performance of pretending the door was stuck. Fat chance his mechanic believed it, but he couldn’t give a fuck, he was already hard and he had a press conference 5 minutes ago. 

“Wait for me, yeah?” he whispered, sending you in the direction of his driver’s room. “I’m not finished.” He added with a wolfish smirk. 

What had gotten into him? 

The explanation

You genuinely didn’t know what to do with yourself, here he was after years of being private, posting random photos of you in his race week dumps, hugging you during red flags, and not being embarrassed when you were found in the tyre closet, seconds away from being fully naked. 

“What is going on?” you asked one day, your legs strewn across his lap as you lay on the couch, scrolling through his instagram, trying desperately to make sense of his sudden personality switch. He dropped his phone onto his lap and turned to you, confused. “Where’s Oscar and what have you done with him?” 

He let out one of those real Oscar laughs, and you couldn’t help but smile. “What?” he chuckled, rubbing up and down your legs. “What do you mean?” 

You groaned into a pillow. “Ugh, you know what I mean! I kisses in public, and the hugging me during a red flag, and the nearly fucking indecently exposing myself to a member of your team!” you scoffed when he laughed. “It’s not funny!” you playfully kicked him, but he just caught your foot and pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your calf. He was so gentle sometimes, it blew your mind.

“I love you,” he shrugged. “I was talking with my mum over the break and she said I don’t physically touch you a lot, and she’d noticed physical touch was your love language. She just… told me to do it more,” he explained. “Do you not like it?”  You loved it, every single second of it. Sure, it sometimes resulted in embarrassing moments or stupid pictures of you being posted on the internet, but you loved it. You grinned. “I love it,” you admitted, though you knew it would result in endless teasing. He opened his mouth to speak but you kicked his shoulder again. “Shut up.”

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sweetheart!reader draws on mattheo’s hand

thank you @crazysweettooth-01 for the request <3 this is set pre-situationship (aka friends-ish!mattheo) & i hope you like this little drabble.

You’re nodding off in Charms class but your professor's glare is enough to keep you from falling asleep fully.

You tilt your head to the side to watch Mattheo, whose hard eyes are trained on the board.

“I’m bored.” You say in a hushed voice. "Help me, Mattheo."

“Unfortunately can’t help you, Sweetheart.” He says back, eyes trained on the board still, “I can't exactly play Monopoly with you right now.”

You laugh, covering your mouth to stifle the sound.

“You’re funny.” You sigh, all love sick as usual.

Mattheo's dry humour does make you laugh quite a lot but, truthfully, you think that him reading the dictionary would make you fall into a fit of giggles - maybe you’re just in love.

He smirks, though he hasn’t looked at you properly yet as his eyes are still trained on the board.

You sigh again, bored again as you rest your head in your palm.

You cross your right leg over the left and uncross again, your eyes flicker off to the clock on the wall. There’s still 24 minutes until class ends.

Your eyes wander. From the board - that was now scribbled on with words you couldn’t comprehend - to your loose pens that were scattered on your desk untouched.

Until your eyes land on your favourite view: Mattheo.

You stare shamelessly at his large hands, like you're adamant on memorising every detail: the scars on his knuckles, the faint veins that run up all the way along his arm, the thick silver rings adorning certain fingers.

An idea forms in your head and, without thinking, you grab Mattheo’s hand. You drag it closer until his arm is resting on your own table fully.

He fights every bone in his body not to flinch. You barely even notice, too enthralled with selecting the best pens.

It's then he looks at you, finally. With a little bit of a confused, tilted stare.

You pick out a pink glittery pen from your large selection of scattered pens and you start to draw little pink hearts and stars on his arm, trailing all the way down to his hand.

He gazes down at you.

Your touch is so gentle he barely feels it. Instead of a stinging pain, it's a light hum that just barely grazes his skin.

When you reach the scars on his knuckles, you gently draw flowers around it. It makes it look like you grew a garden around his scars. He thinks you have the capability of growing a garden around his bones, around his soul.

He would let you, he's sure you already have.

He notices the slightest furrow in your brows, your face is full of concentration. He finds it endearing.

Every once and a while, you switch between pens until his right arm and hand is filled with little doodles of different colours.

Your finishing touch is signing your full name on his wrist - in glitter gel pen - and next to it, in a bracket, you write the name you're given at Hogwarts: "Sweetheart".

Mattheo thinks maybe this is your way of claiming him, it should surprise him more how he doesn't mind.

But when you pull away to admire the entire "picture", you smile all satisfied, then your eyes flicker to his and he recognises the usual glimmer your eyes have.

and fuck, if your wide eyes don't make him want to melt into you and let you keep your grip on him forever.

Class ends without any more words being exchanged between you two, you breathe out a sigh of relief when the bell rings.

"Do you like your new tattoos?" You ask with mock seriousness while you pack up your things.

He smirks, playing along. "I really do."

Much later, you catch his gaze across the hallway and you see one of his sleeves rolled up. Your drawings on full display, but more importantly, your name, pressed carefully into his wrist.

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A REASON TO STAY

♡— pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

♡— warnings: smut

♡— synopsis: paige doesn’t want to leave home so she makes sure she won’t.

♡— a/n: i’m sooooo sorry this took so long 🩷

paige sauntered out the bedroom, a proud smile on her face because she just knew you were definitely going to have something to say about her outfit—that’s what she was aiming for. you were sitting on the couch scrolling through your social media when she stopped right in front of you.

“how do i look?”

you lifted your head at the sound other voice and your eyes roamed over her body—up and down, over and over. she was wearing a pair of light-washed, baggy jeans, a crop top that stopped right under her belly button, a cropped, black leather jacket, a carabiner that had a few charms you’d made and one with your initials, and a black belt. the worst part about it was that her boxers were peeking out the top of her jeans.

you dropped your phone onto the cushion next to you and turned your body so you were completely facing her. you furrowed your brows and hooked your fingers in her belt loops, tugging her a little bit closer. “where are you going again?”

“to meet a friend, remember?” paige said as she placed her hands on your shoulders, lightly squeezing them. you let out a dry chuckle as you breathed out ‘right,’ and you ran your hands over her hips and up her sides.

“paige, you—you really think you’re going out in that?” you asked, genuinely confused because she honestly thought she was just gonna walk out the house looking like she just stepped off a playboy magazine. hell no.

“well, yeah?” she shrugged, like it was no big deal, and lowered herself onto your lap, her arms crossing behind your head. you slid your hands over her ass, your fingers pressing into her as you pulled her closer. “what’s wrong with it?”

“what’s wrong with it? its too hot, its too sexy, its—you’re not wearing it.” you blinked at her, pressing your fingers into her hips to make your point. paige smiled because she had you right where she wanted you—one more smart comment away from ruining her.

paige tilted her head slightly and leaned in, not kissing you but close enough her breath ghosted over your lips. “then take it off me.”

“you really wanna go there?” you asked, dropping your voice an octave. your hands were already moving up her sides and over her shoulders to pull the jacket off. paige hummed and aided in getting the jacket down her arms and onto the floor.

“i can take it.” she murmured, teasingly rolling her hips against your thigh. you let out an audible breath of air and before either of you knew it you were laying her down on the cushions. her breathing was already picking up, legs parting to let you in even though her jeans were still secured around her hips. that didn’t last long though, your fingers were already moving on her belt and pulling it off.

paige reached down herself and started to undo her pants—which made you laugh because of how impatient she was being but you sat back on your legs and pulled them the rest of the way off, along with her boxers. your hands fell to her knees and when you parted her legs again and saw how wet she already was, you let out a small groan. “fuck, paige—haven’t even touched you.”

“i know. i just want you that bad.” she parted her thighs wider and you didn’t make her wait any longer. you lowered yourself between her legs and pressed soft kisses to her inner thigh, all while keeping eye contact with her. paige let out a soft breath when you got closer to where she needed you, biting her lip hard to keep herself from just pulling your head into her.

your mouth was on her in a second, your tongue swiping through her slit and curling around her clit. the moan that came from her was instant, breathy but still there. your eyes fluttered shut as you basically started to make out with her cunt—sucking her clit into your mouth, lapping up her slick, letting your spit falling onto her. it was nothing short of nasty. paige’s lips parted and her brows pulled together, her hand shooting down to grip your hair.

“oh my god,” she mewled as her hips jutted up involuntarily and her head tipped back. you wrapped your arms around her thighs and hiked her legs up over your shoulder, holding her in place. the sounds were obscene and loud—from your mouth working on her to your moans going muffled in her cunt to her whines and whimpers spilling from her lips.

you slipped a hand down and teased her entrance with your fingers before pressing two inside. she was soaked, warm and already throbbing around your fingers causing her to let out a guttural moan and look down at you. “you feel so good—shit—” paige shifted her hips closer to your face and when she felt your phone under her she got an idea.

when you looked up at her again she was holding your phone in her hand and it was tilted down to capture everything you were doing. paige’s cheeks were flushed and she had a tight grip on the phone, trying to keep it still enough that it would actually be enjoyable to watch later on.

“are you recording?” you asked as you pulled away slightly but your fingers never stopped moving, if anything you just pressed into her faster and harder. paige nodded her head with a loud moan, her hips still grinding into you.

“wanted to—wanted to watch later.” her sentence was broken by a loud moan from you curling your fingers just right.

“you’re such a freak.” you smirked but ducked your head again and went back to work, your eyes locking onto the camera to put on a show. your phone picked up every noise being made, every thrust of your fingers, every flick of your tongue—and paige watched too as her pleasure began to peak.

she could hardly keep the phone steady anymore, her hands were shaking, the phone moving slightly with each jerk of her hips, but she refused to let it go. paige was biting down on her bottom lips so hard she almost tasted blood, her eyes were glassy—flickering between watching you through the screen and watching the real thing.

you flattened your tongue and dragged it up her slit before flicking at her clit again, feeling her tighten around your fingers. you pulled away just enough to speak into her pussy, “you gonna cum f’me? so i can watch it later?”

“yes,” she cried out, nodding her head quickly. “yes—fuck, i’m gonna cum—”

her fingers tightened in your hair as she held you against her, her orgasm ripping through her. the phone dropped out of her hand and you picked it up immediately, angling it to capture the way her cum coated your fingers. her hand shot down to grip the cushion beneath her and her thighs closed around your head—her back arched with a choked moan, her muscles tightened, and she came so hard she couldn’t breathe.

when you finally pulled back, your mouth and chin was glistening with her slick, you fingers flooded with her cum. paige’s legs slid off your shoulders as she relaxed against the couch again with a soft sigh. you ended the video and leaned over her again, kissing her cheek, her jaw, her nose, her lips—to which she laughed and slid her arms around your neck.

“you’re gonna be late.” you murmured against her lips but you kept kissing her, making it harder for her to respond.

“i didn’t really wanna go,” she admitted while pulling away so she could fully look at your face. you shook your head slightly and she just gave you a bashful smile.

“now i have a good reason to stay.”

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force of nature, pull of gravity | part one

dr. robby x f!attending!reader masterlist content: 18+ mdni, the entirety of this fic navigates grief, death of mentor (adamson), death of child/family member, swearing, canon medical events, so much angst like i actually have to formally apologize (but the plan is for a happy ending), no sexually explicit content, but mentions of it words: 9.2K synopsis: this fic is based on this request. robby and reader have a complicated history spanning all the way back to when reader was an intern and robby was a senior resident. they have been very close friends and sometimes more, until they have a falling out after adamson's death. robby pulls away and starts seeing heather and reader moves to the night shift, until four years later (season one) a/n: guys um these two are making me physically ill like i am trying to be so normal about it but!!! as we all know by now i am obsessed with angst and yearning which there is plenty of. perhaps too much. also i realized after that robby had a fellowship after his residency but for the sake of this fic we will pretend that is not true hehe. also if anyone is interested older and wiser by lizzy mcalpine sponsored this fic. ok anywaaaaaay let me know if you like. part two incoming even if u hate tho i guess. i will stop yapping now. <3 syd

Today was your fourth day shift since being forcibly moved off of the night shift. You had argued with Gloria about it for weeks, but each time she had remained firm.

“Shen is helping out Abbot now that he’s an attending. We don’t need you on as well. The day shift is short so you’ll be going there.”

“I have seniority over Shen,” You said tightly, “Move him to the day shift.”

“The decision is final. You’re back on day shift. I don’t want to hear anymore about it.”

You and Robby had mostly avoided each other since your return. The two of you would exchange curt nods and talk strictly about cases. There were moments where you could almost see him contemplating saying more, but you always walked off before he could get a chance.

You didn’t want to talk about it. It was why you had switched to the night shift in the first place. He didn’t really want to talk about it either, you knew. He just wanted to clear his own conscience.

And today was the anniversary of when your life had begun to completely unravel. When it felt like the rug was ripped out from under your feet only to reveal you had never been on solid ground anyway. The day Adamson died.

Dana gave you a disappointed look as she watched you walk into Central that morning, “You shouldn’t be here today.”

“I shouldn’t be here at all,” You said, forcing a smile as you pulled your hair into a bun at the nape of your neck.

“Robby’ll be here today too, so. If you could be gentle?”

You scoffed, “Why is he working today?”

“Why are you working today?”

You clenched your jaw, “Where’s Abbot?”

“Getting some air.” She gave you a knowing look and you sighed.

“Okay, I will go handle that.”

“You sure?” She asked as you walked away, “Hard to talk someone off the ledge if you’re already there yourself.”

“Very funny!” You called back as you entered the stairwell.

***

It was a clear, sunny day outside. The sun had just risen over the skyline washing everything in a faint tangerine glow. The breeze blew stray strands of hair away from your face as you walked towards Jack.

He turned his head at the sound of your approach and once he recognized who it was, heaved a sigh, “Dana send you up here?”

“No. Maybe I just wanted to get some air before my shift.”

He gave a short laugh, “Right.”

You leaned against the railing as you looked out over the skyline, “Rough night?”

He was quiet for a moment, “Nights were easier when you were around.”

Your chest swelled at his admission. The last couple of years on the night shift had saved your life when being on the day shift constantly felt like being hit by a truck. It was nice to know that you had repaid at least a little of that back to Jack.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

He paused and you watched him breathe. This wasn’t the first time you’d found Jack up here at the end of a shift. It kicked up your anxiety a notch, seeing him on the other side of the railing. You were clutching the stethoscope around your neck so that you wouldn’t reach for him and haul him back over.

You and Jack had known each other a long time. You knew he wouldn’t jump. Or at least, you were pretty certain he wouldn’t jump. It did nothing to slow your galloping heart.

“Have you patched things up with Robby?” He asked finally and you soured.

“Don’t you think it’s him that should be patching things up with me?”

“It’s been three years.”

“Yeah,” You nodded, “And he still can barely look at me, let alone apologize.”

He sighed and scrubbed his hands over his face, “Either of you ever think about how fucked up it is that Dana and I have to treat you like our divorced parents who can’t be in the same room? I mean, we can’t even play cards on Friday nights anymore.”

You were beginning to get annoyed with this conversation. Did Jack think this was what you wanted? To have to dance around how badly Robby had hurt you? To pretend like everything was fine when the sound of his voice alone sent you into a spiral?

“I miss wiping the floor with you and taking all your money when we played cards, too. Now I have to buy beer with my own money,” You joked and saw his shoulders rise and fall marginally with a laugh, “You should take it up with Robby.”

“Believe me, I have.”

Just then, the door to the roof swung open and you turned at the sound to see Robby. He stopped short for a moment when he saw you standing there.

It pissed you off, the way your heart squeezed at the sight of him. The way that with just a glance alone you saw all over his face that today was fucking him up just as much as it was you. 

The way his hair was all mussed and sticking up, like he had been running his hands through it all day even though it was only 7 AM. His hands shoved deep in the pockets of his hoodie. He hadn’t been sleeping, the bags under his eyes made that clear.

You turned back to Jack, trying to shake the urge to go to him. To hold him. Like you would have if it were just a few years ago, without question.

The way you always assumed he’d have you, too.

“Well, looks like now’s your chance to try again.” You pushed yourself off the railing, “See you downstairs.”

You brushed past Robby on your way to the door without meeting his gaze. You felt his eyes on you though, prying, practically begging you to look up.

But he’d have to try harder than that. And even then, you weren’t sure how to clear the thorny brambles that had grown and multiplied around the tomb of your friendship. 

You didn’t know if it were possible to ever look at him the way you used to, when you were a love struck intern and he was a senior resident, oblivious to your yearning. 

Or later, when you had managed to push those naive feelings down, accept your relationship for what it was, and he had turned into the only person in the world who could just glance at you and know what you were thinking.

You missed the ease of it, of not having to say what was on your mind. Of always having someone who would pick up the phone or come over without question. 

But that part of your life was over now and despite what Jack said, you weren’t sure Robby could fix it this time. Even if he tried. 

You were no longer sure if you even wanted him to.

***

The day started off fast and chaotic almost immediately, which was sort of a relief as it kept you from thinking about this particular date or Robby. He introduced you to the new med students and residents professionally, if with a little more affection in his voice than you were used to hearing as of late.

“If you need an attending and can’t find me or I’m busy, you can always tug on Dr. Y/N’s sleeve and she’ll take care of you.” His brown eyes landed on you, sparkling with admiration and nostalgia. You could practically see the film reel of your relationship playing behind his eyes and you had to look away, “She’s been here almost as long as I have. You’re very lucky to have her, take advantage of it.”

You smiled at them all and then made a beeline for the traumas that rolled in as soon as Robby had finished with his speech, grateful to have an excuse to not have to look or talk to him.

But then, as you were rolling the woman with the degloved foot into the trauma room, you felt his presence behind you, and the pressure of his warm hand on the small of your back.

“You got this?” He asked, voice low and too close. The warmth of his breath was far too close to your ear, to the sensitive skin of your throat.

You flinched and he dropped his hand.

“Yeah, I’m good.” You said without looking back at him and immediately you felt the loss of him when he walked away, familiar footfalls sounded behind you as he followed after the second trauma.

***

You should have noticed the med student, Javadi, was on the brink of passing out. She had looked a bit green from the second she had seen the patient's foot and you assumed the constant screaming had not helped.

“Med student down,” The new intern rolled her eyes as she fell.

“Shit,” You hissed and dropped low to the floor to look her over, “Javadi?” You said, placing a gloved hand to the side of her face. Thankfully, she stirred, “Can you stand?”

Almost immediately, she was blinking the disorientation out of her eyes and pushing herself up, “Hey, slowly,” You urged, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh my God, no, like, I’m totally fine. I don’t even know what happened. I must have tripped on the gurney. I’m fine!”

She pushed your hands away and started to stand, and you let her, though a smirk stayed on your face, “Javadi, you did not trip, I saw it, you passed out.”

“What?” She laughed nervously, “Oh my God, that’s crazy! That’s… No, I tripped.”

You bit your lip to hide the smirk and nodded, “Yeah, okay, either way why don’t we get you set up in the break room with a water or something? Just a precaution.”

“That’s not necessary,” She smiled, big eyes darting around nervously.

“Yeah,” You nodded, “I get it, really, but,” You lowered your voice, “Robby’s a bit of a hard ass about this kinda stuff so he’ll get really upset if he finds out I let you keep working after you… tripped.” You turned back to the patient. Collins seemed to be running the show, and running it well. “Collins, you okay if I step out?”

“Yeah, we’re good. I’ll call if we need you.”

Nodding, you ushered Javadi out into central, ignoring her protests as you did so.

“Robby,” You called when you saw him at the hub, glasses perched on his nose. He looked up in surprise at the sound of your voice. He couldn’t remember the last time you had sought him out. But then he frowned when he saw Javadi, one of the new med students, walking a few steps ahead of you, “She… fell and hit her head.”

“I’m fine,” Javadi said immediately, “I just tripped.”

You met Robby’s eyes over Javadi’s shoulder and gave a sharp shake of your head that had Robby fighting a smirk, “Okay, why don’t you go hang out in the break room for a bit. Eat a snack, drink some water.”

“I really don’t think that’s necessary.” Javadi said.

“Oh, I know,” He took his glasses off, folding them and placing them in his pocket, “Hospital policy, though.”

Javadi stood there for a moment and you could see the battle waging in her body, deciding if she wanted to argue or not, but eventually, she started walking off.

“Other way,” Robby gently corrected when she went in the wrong direction, and you bit down on your lip as she walked by you again.

Then, you realized Robby was smiling at you. It took you aback, that gentle, tired smile on his face. The crinkles by his eyes and rosy cheeks. You hadn’t seen him like this in a long time, and certainly not when he was looking at you.

“What?” You asked, frowning.

He shrugged, “Just, reminds me of you when you were an intern, that’s all.” He said, gesturing in the direction Javadi had walked off to, “Something to prove and a nervous energy that could rival a cheetah. Not to mention taking a header on day one.”

Despite it all, you smirked, “I was not that nervous.”

“Oh, yes you were.” He nodded slowly, grin stretching so much, you can see teeth, “That’s at least half the reason you passed out in the first place.”

And it was really quite jarring, seeing him look at you fondly like that. Your heart squeezed painfully in your chest and your traitorous brain started pulling up snapshots of when he used to look at you like this. 

All the time. Several times a day, in fact. 

Like the time you passed out and hit your head on your first day as an intern.

You blinked the memory away and hoped you seemed unaffected, “Fine. Maybe I was,” You swallowed and turned to look towards the direction Javadi went, “I should go check on her.”

When you looked back at him, the smile was gone, replaced with disappointment. He wanted you to play with him, you realized, like you used to. But you couldn’t. Not if you wanted to keep your sanity.

When you began to walk away, he called your name. You swore it sounded hoarse, broken, coming from his lips, but thought you must be imagining things. You turned back.

“It’s… It’s really good to have you back.”

You’re not entirely sure why it irritates you, this whole interaction. Perhaps it just reminded you of everything you’d lost the last few years. Everything that had slipped between your fingers when you thought you had a firm grip on it. On him.

At any rate, you didn’t trust yourself to say anything you wouldn’t regret later, so you clenched your jaw and mock saluted him before turning on your heel and heading to the break room.

***

You were sweating so much, it was humiliating. You silently thanked whatever God there was that the scrubs for ER doctors at PTMC were black, otherwise, you knew the armpit stains would’ve been fucking otherworldly.

It was the first day of your residency and with every passing moment you felt more stupid and incompetent. Your hands shook, threatening to drop any and all sharps you handled. Your brain was sluggish and it felt like pulling teeth getting yourself to answer any questions Adamson or a senior resident called on you for. You knew the answers, but your brain would go frustratingly blank anytime you were put on the spot.

It hadn’t been like this during your med school rotations. You were sharp and clever, your recommendation letters proved that, but today you couldn’t seem to get your brain on board. The harder you tried, the worse it got, and the anxiety followed– along with the sweating.

Dr. Adamson and Dr. Robinavitch were explaining that the patient in front of you needed a chest tube, a procedure you were extremely familiar with. You had seen countless during your med school rotations, though you had never been allowed to do one yourself. 

“You’ve seen one before?” Dr. Robinavitch asked you from across the gurney.

You nodded, focusing only on the patient, the steps for a chest tube on repeat in your brain. You would not fuck this up. You would show them once and for all you belonged here, regardless of your previous stammering and shaky hands this morning.

“Okay, get gloved up then,” He said, “You’re up.”

You swallowed as a nurse opened up a pack of sterile gloves for you, conscious that Dr. Robinavitch was still speaking to you and Dr. Adamson was watching you. You couldn’t quite hear, though. The blood was pounding in your ears. Suddenly the fluorescent lights seemed a lot brighter and you were squinting under them. You couldn’t seem to pull enough air into your lungs and, shit, you felt lightheaded. You had managed to pull the gloves on and a nurse was holding out a ten blade to you, but you couldn’t get your hands to move. Your vision became spotty and you think you managed to mutter a, “so sorry,” before everything went dark.

When you came to, it was to the sound of his voice saying your name. Your first name, in fact, which you didn’t realize he had learned. His gloved hand was cradling your head and you could feel the warmth of his skin against your cheek.

“Can you open your eyes for me?”

Your eyelids fluttered and then opened to the brightness of his pen light, “There you go,” He said softly and immediately you were flustered by the gentleness of his tone. His warm hands on you. The way he had said your name when you were halfway between consciousness, his voice like a rope meant to tether you, keep you here, with him. 

Fuck, fuck. You absolutely could not afford to have a crush on your senior resident. It was bad enough already that you had passed out on day one after absolutely blowing it all morning. 

“Is she alright?” You heard Dr. Adamson call from where he must be working on the patient.

“She seems fine,” He clicked off his penlight and gave you a reassuring smile, then his eyes darted up to your hairline and he frowned, “Though she does have a cut on her forehead.”

Sure enough, you felt the warm blood begin to trickle, carving a path down your skin.

“Why don’t you get her a bed and do a quick exam?” You heard Dr. Adamson say.

Immediately, you panicked, embarrassment flooding your whole body, “Oh, that’s okay, I’m fine, really–”

“If you won’t let Dr. Robby clear you, we’ll have to send you home.” Dr. Adamson said and you turned your attention back to the resident in front of you, who’s eyes looked apologetic now. He shrugged, as if to say, my hands are tied. “It’s your choice.” Adamson finished.

Humiliated, you sighed and let Robby help you to standing.You brushed him off after that, assuring him you could walk, and followed him to an empty bed where he gestured for you to sit down.

He grabbed a stool and wheeled it over to you before sitting and you had to remind yourself, again, that you could not fall for this man. Even if his hands were really gentle and his eyes were warm and attentive. 

“I don’t think you need stitches.” He said as he dabbed at the blood near your hairline, “The bleeding’s already slowing.”

You were looking anywhere but at him, both in an effort to calm the stirring in your stomach at his attention, and also because you were still humiliated.

“How are you feeling?” He asked when you didn’t say anything.

You shrugged, “I’m a little nauseous, but my head doesn’t hurt or anything. The lightheadedness has passed. I feel fine.”

He smirked, “I didn’t mean like that, I meant… emotionally.”

You looked at him, surprised, “I–I don’t–” You swallowed, “I skipped breakfast, it’s not–I’m not–”

“It’s okay that you’re a little anxious, it’s normal. It means you care.”

You swallowed and then shook your head, looking down at your hands, “I feel like all I’ve done all morning is screw up and everyone here’s probably wondering how I even matched because I’m such a dud–”

“Nobody thinks that.” He said quickly, “You’re smart and capable and you deserve to be here.”

Your stomach stirred again at his praise, “How would you know that? You’ve only known me a few hours and I’ve fumbled every opportunity.”

He was still smiling at you, dabbing lightly at the cut on your forehead, “You interviewed with Dr. Adamson before you matched, right?” You nodded, “He’s been doing this a pretty long time. Long enough to know with one conversation, and I assume, copious amounts of glowing recommendations, who is a good fit for the Pitt. So, if he thought you were good enough, then I can only assume that you are and will be an incredible doctor. So you’re having a shaky first day, so what?”

Your breathing seemed to slow at the encouragement of his words. He scooted a bit back on his stool and tilted his head to force eye contact with you, “You just have to keep trying. The anxiety will fade, likely before this shift is over. And I’ll be there every step of the way, we’ll get through it together, alright? What d’you say?”

There was no denying that you felt better, now. In med school it had felt like everyone in your cohort was rooting for everyone else to fail. The competitive energy had caused you to see every peer as a rival, rather than a friend. But was it possible that that was all over now? That you were allowed to lean on others for support and not worry they’d be hiding around the next corner with a knife poised to pierce your ribs?

He made you want to believe that, with his warm smile and supportive demeanor. Finally, you gave him a small smile, “Okay.”

***

You parked yourself in a chair across from Javadi, handing her a water bottle and a Clif bar. She seemed utterly miserable, perhaps even on the verge of tears.

“You okay?” You asked gently.

She rolled her eyes and then threw her hands up in exasperation, “We’re not even through the first hour and I’ve already fucked it up– Sorry!” She said immediately, eyes going wide at her curse.

You smirked, “You didn’t fuck anything up. A degloving is a pretty gnarly injury. It’s pretty rare, actually. In all my time here I could probably count on one hand how many I’ve seen. And they never get more fun to look at.”

“Yeah, well, easy for you to say. I bet you’ve never passed out while looking at one.”

Your smile widened, “I can do you one better, actually. Passed out cold on the first day of my residency when I was asked to do a chest tube.”

Her eyes widened, “Are you serious?”

You nodded, “I had had such a bad morning, I just… couldn’t get my brain to keep up with everything that was happening. I blanked every time I was asked something. My hands were shaky any time I tried to assist with a procedure. And so when Dr. Robby told me they wanted me to do a chest tube, I just… I got the gloves on and then I collapsed. It was humiliating.”

“Oh, wow,” She took a bite from the Clif bar, “That’s really bad.”

“Yeah,” You laughed, “Yeah, I thought so, too. But, I’m still here and I think I’m doing okay.”

“How did you… How did you get over it? Not let it derail your whole day?”

Your thoughts drifted to Robby, his kindness and attentiveness that first day. And all the days after. The way he had made you feel like you could do anything, pull off any procedure, just because he believed in you. 

You cleared your throat, and with it, the memories, “You just keep reminding yourself that there’s a reason you’re here. That you worked hard to be here and you’re capable because of it. You’ll fuck it up again, but you learn and you get better. And there are some really, really great people around here who’ll pick you up the next time you fall. We’re all rooting for you. Not against you. So ask for help when you need it. Okay?”

She nodded and you stood, “Drink at least half that water bottle before you jump back in. Ask Robby where he needs you when you’re done.”

“Thank you,” She said sweetly.

You smiled, “Anytime.” 

***

Robby had thought when he asked Gloria to move you to the day shift that things would immediately be resolved. That maybe you’d unintentionally fall back into old habits, finishing each other’s jokes, always running to the other person for a second pair of eyes on a patient, always knowing when the other was stepping out onto a tightrope with no net beneath to catch them. Knowing how to set up the net beneath them without the other noticing.

He didn’t think it’d be so hard to find ways to talk to you and he didn’t think you’d work so hard to avoid him. 

He missed you and had missed you at every shift since you had left, but didn’t know how to tell you. Frankly, he didn’t think he deserved to tell you. Still didn’t. But the hole in him that you left had only grown tenfold over the years, rather than shrinking, like he thought it would. Until he had to accept that not having you in his life was no longer an option for him. Dana had taken to reminding him almost weekly how insufferable he’d become since you had left.

It wasn’t like he had been completely pleasant before you had left. He had still been grieving Adamson and all of them had been adjusting to the pandemic’s impact on the ER. Not to mention, he was still adjusting to being the head of the ER, of doing everything Adamson had used to handle.

But at least, when you had been there, there had still been some familiarity. Everything had changed so fast between the pandemic and Adamson’s death, but you had been the one constant. The one shred of comfort he’d been able to hold on to through all the bullshit. The reminder that things hadn’t always been so terrible here, that they could be good.

Until he went and fucked that up, too.

He had pushed you away over and over again when you tried to help, to grieve with him. You tried to talk about it and he’d snap at you. He didn’t want to relive it, thought he could just shove it down and move past it. But you needed to talk about it, for your own sake. Had begged him, in fact, to talk about it.

“You’re not the only one who lost him, you know? I loved him too!”

He remembered the way you’d cried that night. How he held you after, apologizing. Swearing he’d do better, that they could talk about it. That he’d go to a grief counselor with you.

And then it all played on repeat over and over, the same music, the same twisted dance, once beautiful and graceful, now poisoned with grief and resentment.

Promises that were broken almost immediately, heated arguments in the ambulance bay on their breaks, the silent treatment given during shifts, him crawling back to your door every night. I’m sorry, just let me crawl into bed, just one more night, please, I need you, I can’t do it by myself. 

And he watched, night after night, how he broke you. How you got out of bed in the middle of the night to cry alone in the bathroom. You thought he wouldn’t hear, but he was barely getting any sleep those nights. He heard just fine. 

You’d crawl back in bed, breathing still shuddering from the residual sobs, and he’d kiss your bare shoulders and up your neck. You’d push yourself back into him and still, there was no talking, just the desperate thrust of his hips into yours, and when he came inside you, night after night, he would find himself disappointed each time when it didn’t fix things. When it wasn’t enough, even though it was all he could manage to give. 

Then there was Heather.

At the time, he couldn’t understand what had compelled him to pursue Heather. Though now, he could recognize it was because she had reminded him of you. A version of you that hadn’t been ravaged by grief. The version of you who had made him feel like he was good at this, like it was all worth it. Heather made him feel like that, how you had when you were a resident. It helped him forget all the rest. Most of the time.

In the cloud of his own grief, it didn’t seem to matter much what you would think. And the two of you weren’t dating. Had never dated and would never date. In the many years of occasionally sleeping together, you had never talked about it. Only once, just after the first time, when you were still a resident and he was an attending. 

“It doesn’t have to mean anything.” 

It was all he had said while the two of you got dressed again. You had paused for a second while pulling a shirt over your head, but then had nodded. You never said anything else on the matter.

He supposed it was naive of him to think that it wouldn’t hurt you when he started seeing Heather. But the two of you had always seen other people in the midst of your informal arrangement. And you would go months, sometimes years, never falling back into the other. At the core of everything, you were always friends. Best friends.

He thought this would be the same. 

He saw the way you froze and the way your face fell when you walked out to the ambulance bay to find him pushing Heather against the wall and kissing her. He tried to follow after you, but you insisted it was fine. He knew it wasn’t fine, could tell from the look on your face and the way your voice shook. But frankly, he didn’t have the capacity to do anything about it.

After you had found out, it took you just two weeks before you requested the move to the night shift. And then he lost it. He called you repeatedly, showed up at your door, tried anything and everything to get your attention, to force you to talk to him. To beg for your forgiveness. None of it worked. You didn’t return any of his calls and pretended you didn’t hear him at your door.

He even asked Jack to tell Gloria that he didn’t want or need the extra help.

But Jack had just shaken his head sadly, “Don’t ask me to do that to her, brother. She’s my friend too.”

When it didn’t work out with Heather, he wasn’t surprised, but there was a small voice in his head that reminded him every so often that he had ruined everything for nothing.

He knew you would be pissed when you found out it was him who got you moved back to the day shift, but he couldn’t regret it. Even though things still weren’t normal between you, there was something very comforting about the fact that you were around, in the same orbit as him again. 

It was selfish of him to bring you back to the day shift, but he didn’t know how else to fix things. And Abbot had confirmed you weren’t happy, were no more healed than when you first left. You had taken to pushing it all down and ignoring it, like he had.

He couldn’t have that. Couldn’t watch you turn into him and do nothing about it. So you could be pissed when you found out, that was fine. He would fix it. He could fix it.

***

You felt Robby’s eyes on you all morning. And in turn, when he wasn’t looking at you, you were looking for him. Unfortunately, the instinct to care and look out for Robby had not been smothered completely as you had initially hoped.

As soon as you overheard him talking to the children of the man who had come in, clearly sceptic and struggling to breathe, you wondered if you should step in and take over. It wasn’t difficult to make the connection to Adamson, especially today. You thought about him often whenever you had a patient with pneumonia, when you had to intubate in those cases.

So when he was free, you started to make your way over to speak to him–

But were beaten to it by Heather. 

You had nothing against Heather, truly. In fact, when you were able to look at her and not see Robby shoving her up against a wall, you liked her very much. It was just another thing Robby had taken from you, the opportunity to be Heather’s friend.

Nevertheless, seeing her try to intervene on this case the same way you would have, sent an ache through you. 

“You know they’re not together anymore, right?” Dana said next to you, eyes on her iPad.

It had irritated you at times, how easily she was able to read you, “I know. Doesn’t really change the fact that he replaced me with her.”

Dana looked up at that, “Is that what you think?”

You scoffed, “Look at them. I mean, I’m not blind.”

Dana smirked and looked back down at her iPad, “If that were true, why would he have asked Gloria to move you back to the day shift?”

You stiffened and turned to Dana slowly, “He what?” You asked breathlessly.

She looked up again and examined your change in posture, “Oh,” She sighed, “You didn’t know.”

You turned to look back at him and Heather, and slowly shook your head, laughing in disbelief, “Of course he did. Of course!”

“Come on, kid, give him a break–”

“Dana,” You said, more sharply than you wanted to, “I love you, but I–” You sighed heavily, “Please, just this once, please don’t defend him.”

She sighed and wrapped an arm around you, but then you saw Robby walking towards the two of you and you took off without saying anything. You couldn’t bear to be near him right now. 

Robby frowned when he reached Dana, staring after you, “What was that about?”

She glared at him, “You didn’t tell her it was you who requested she be brought back to day shift?”

Robby sighed and ran a hand over his beard, “You told her?”

“I didn’t know it was a secret.”

He nodded and crossed his arms, looking down towards the ground, “It’s fine, I’ll take care of it.”

“Yeah,” Dana gave a short laugh and began walking away, “You do that.”

***

It was warm out that night three years ago and the first night anyone could remember in a long time that felt almost normal, almost like before the pandemic. With the rollout of the vaccine in the New Year, the constant vigilance was beginning to wane, but only just. But everyone had decided after the last year, they could afford a single night of normalcy with the lifting of most of the restrictions and mask mandates. They had chosen a bar with an outdoor patio and bar, erring on the side of caution, just in case.

You were at a corner table with Jack, on the far side of the patio, squeezing your beer bottle so tightly in your fist, Jack was beginning to grow concerned it would shatter in your hand. Your gaze was fixed across the room on Robby and Heather, Robby’s hand low on her back as she laughed at something he had said. It had been about a week since you had seen them kissing in the ambulance bay and each day since then had become increasingly more difficult.

“You gonna torture yourself all night?” Jack asked, his gaze following yours.

Reluctantly, you tore your eyes from them and back to Jack, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve been torturing myself for ten plus years or something.”

He tilted his head and one corner of his lips turned up just slightly, “You ever tell him how you feel?”

You barked a laugh and took a sip of your beer, “Right. As if he doesn’t already know.”

Jack shrugged, “He's pretty terrible at picking up on that sort of thing. And besides, it’s not like you haven’t dated anyone in the last ten or so years.”

It was true, you had tried dating other men. But never for very long. It always became evident that you would choose Robby over any of them, no matter how badly you wished it wasn’t true.

And Robby had dated many women over the years. It had always bothered you, but never as much as this. When it felt like he was copying and pasting your younger, less jaded self. 

But maybe you were self-aggrandizing. After all, even though everyone in the ER had seemed to pick up on the something going on between the two of you, he had never been so publicly affectionate with you. Maybe it wasn’t about you at all. Maybe he actually loved her.

You shook your head, “He knows how I feel.” Your brain floated backwards, pulling the last few weeks to the surface. The fighting and the begging and the way he always knew you would let him back into your bed. He knew. He had to.

“So, what now, then?” Jack asked.

You turned to look at him, “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, “Doesn’t seem healthy for it to continue like this, especially when you’re still grieving Adamson. So what’re you gonna do?”

You leaned back in your chair, shoulder leaning against Jack’s, and looked back to Robby and Heather who were now kissing. You were assaulted with a memory from just a month ago when you had held him, cradled his head to your chest as he cried in your entryway. Afterward, he had fucked you, tender and then desperate, bent you over your kitchen table. 

Now his tongue was down somebody else’s throat. Swallowing hard, you turned back to Jack.

“I don’t know.” You said, and the sentence brought tears to your eyes, “If I could figure out some way to stop feeling like this about him, I would’ve done it by now. I would give anything not to feel like this anymore.”

Jack sighed and then pulled you into his chest, a hand on the back of your neck, “It’s alright,” He murmured into your hair, “You’re gonna be alright.”

You pulled away slightly, looking up into his hazel eyes. Why couldn’t you love this man instead? The one who went to therapy and could read people from a mile away. Jack would’ve known you were in love with him immediately and either would have created a boundary if he didn’t feel the same or have loved you unabashedly. He would never have left you in this emotional purgatory, never sure how he felt from one day to the next.

It’s this drunken line of thought that has you leaning up and into him, eyes darting at the last second towards Robby to see if he was watching.

Jack pulled away, eyes still gentle, almost pitying as he shook his head, “If you’re looking to piss him off, it won’t be with me, kid. I’m sorry.”

Oh, it wasn’t fair. You couldn’t have anything because of Robby. Again and again you thought of the resident who had fallen in love with him and hated her a little more. You wished you could go back and send her on a different path. Any one, just not this one. 

You felt like a petulant child, and maybe the whole thing was complicated by the grief, maybe it was why you had reverted to such immature pettiness, but you hated Robby for it. And you hated yourself.

Your face crumpled, “I’m sorry,” You mumbled, tears caught and strangled your voice, “I didn’t mean it.”

“Shhh,” Jack slid out of his chair, “It’s okay, come on, let’s get you out before he sees you, okay?” He came around to your side and gently hauled you up, wrapping an arm around your waist as he guided you towards the exit.

Neither of you noticed how Robby stared after you both, jaw clenched. He was fairly certain the arm around your waist was platonic, but it had his hackles raising anyway. And then he was annoyed with himself for feeling that way. You could date or sleep with whoever you wanted, that had always been the understanding between the two of you. Even if that someone turned out to be his best friend.

But you had never been with someone he had felt truly threatened by. But Jack… Jack could sweep you off your feet, no question.

And fuck, you deserved that, someone who would treat you right. Love you in a way he didn’t think he would ever be capable of. So did Jack. If the two of you fell in love, he could be happy for you. 

Just not tonight.

Against his better judgment, he followed you both beyond the patio, to the front of the bar where it was quieter. 

The sight of the two of you entangled made him feel sick immediately. Irrationally, he wanted to reach for you, pull you away from him—

But then he heard you crying. Jack still had an arm around your waist, his other hand gently cradling your head to his shoulder. He was whispering things to you that Robby couldn’t hear as you cried.

Instinctually, he wanted to help. He had held you while you cried more times than he could count, and you had done the same for him. He couldn’t fathom that you could be crying like this and not running to you. It was what the two of you had always done, held the pieces together when the other was falling apart.

But as he took a step forward, Jack locked eyes with him and gave a short shake of his head. Don’t.

And then he realized, this was because of him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, shouldn’t have stung. You hadn’t really been speaking to him since you found out about Heather. He assumed, like everything else, that it would ease with time. 

But now you were seeking comfort in Jack’s arms, and not his. 

He took a few careful steps backwards, the wrongness of it all felt like a shard of glass had been wedged into his chest. He was heading back to the bar, but you were out here, falling apart. 

He ordered another drink, dismissed Heather when she asked if everything was okay. Pulling out his phone, he typed a text out to Jack: You’ll make sure she gets home safe?

Jack sent back a thumbs up emoji just a minute later. But it didn’t ease the tightness in his chest.

You leaned your head against the cool glass window in Jack’s truck as he drove you home, the quiet lull of the radio the only sound. 

He walked you all the way up to your door, even though you insisted it wasn’t necessary, and then wrapped you up in his arms again. You inhaled a shaky breath and rested your head on his shoulder.

“You can call me, whenever, you know?” He said, “Robby’s not the only one who cares about you.”

You could hear the worry in his voice. You knew you were acting erratically at work. No patients had ever been endangered, but you weren’t yourself. You didn’t feel like yourself. The loss of Adamson had fundamentally changed you in ways you couldn’t come back from, but that didn’t stop you from wishing you could rewind the tape back. You ended more shifts than not on the roof, on the wrong side of the railing. 

Robby had extubated Adamson, but it was you who had convinced him to. Had begged him to with tears streaming down your cheeks. You didn’t want to watch Adamson die, but you couldn’t be responsible for losing another little girl. Couldn’t have it on your conscience that Adamson had been on the ECMO for seventeen days with no hope for recovery while a child was waiting on it. You knew Adamson would have made the same choice, but Robby had looked at you with such hopelessness on his face, even as he agreed. 

Agreed because he knew, even though you hadn’t said it, you were thinking of your niece when you looked at that little girl. Your goddaughter that you couldn’t save years ago, the loss that had existentially altered the way you saw your career. The grief that only Robby had been able to pull you out of by the skin of his teeth.

Then that little girl had died too and you had gone to the roof to scream. Cursed cosmic forces, God, or whomever who had allowed it all to happen. You couldn’t bear it, Adamson, the way that girl had looked just like your niece when you extubated her, her mother’s screams over the phone resonating just like your sister’s. The grief felt like a monster clawing its way out of your chest. And Robby had followed you up, trapped you against his chest as you both shook with sobs.

Robby’s not the only one who cares about you.

Sure, logically, you could wrap your head around that fact. But he had been the only one who was there for those losses. Had held you through them and watched the aftermath as you slowly imploded.

And it seemed he had decided it was too much. After everything the two of you had been through together, he couldn’t see you through this one. He didn’t want to.

Maybe Robby wasn’t the only person who cared about you. Maybe Jack and Dana loved you too. But they hadn’t seen the worst of you and then decided to walk away. Maybe if they had, they would make the same choices he had.

But you gave Jack a watery smile anyway, “I know.” 

***

“Doctor Y/N, do you have a second?” Robby’s voice came from the threshold of your patient’s room. He leaned against the door frame, lightly tapping it with his fist as he smiled at the patient.

You forced a smile for your patient, “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as you were out the door, he was steering you by the shoulders into a patient’s room and closing the door behind you. 

You pretended to be unaffected by his touch. It was the first time you had been alone with him since returning to the day shift and you wondered if he could see the longing warring with the anger on your face.

“Look,” He started, crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m sorry that I asked Gloria to move you here. We are short staffed and she offered me Shen,” He shook his head, “If you were me could you tell me that you would have picked Shen over you?”

You hated the way that tugged a smirk at the corner of your mouth. Shen was a great doctor, but his whole vibe and attitude had unsettled both you and Robby. It was something you had joked about when he was still a resident, that his energy was created in a lab specifically for the night shift. But you shook it off.

“You knew being here would hurt me and you did it anyway.”

He scoffed, “What would you have me do? You don’t answer my calls, you ignore me at shift change, am I just supposed to accept that this is it? After everything, this is how it’ll always be between us from now on?”

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with that when you and Heather were together.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and ran his hands along his cheeks to the back of his neck, “And what about you, huh?” He asked quietly.

You sighed, “What about me?”

“You went home with Jack that night, did you sleep in his bed?”

Your eyes narrowed in confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“That night at the bar. Three years ago, right before you switched to the night shift.”

Slowly, it came into focus. Robby and Collins kissing at the bar. Your tearful conversation with Jack. The way you had tried to kiss him. Him walking you out, an arm around your waist.

Your laugh came out sharp and jagged, “Are you fucking kidding me?” He continued to stare at you and you gaped at him, “No,” You said bitterly, “Not that it would be any of your fucking business if I had.”

“Well apparently Heather and I were your business seeing as you unilaterally decided to end our friendship over it.”

You closed your eyes, pretended that every word coming out of his mouth didn’t feel like a punch in the gut to you, “If you still can’t understand why that hurt me so badly,” You said, slow and soft, “Then I have nothing more to say to you.”

You sidestepped him and left the room before he could stop you, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill over.

Dana watched from across the way as you stormed away, Robby following shortly after, staring longingly after you, jaw clenched. She walked over to Robby and put a gentle hand on his arm, not saying anything.

“She hates me.” He said.

Dana blew out a long breath between her lips, “You wanna know my advice?” Robby turned to her, sad eyes in full swing, “Keep trying. She’s scared to let you in again. She thinks you’ve replaced her with Collins.”

“What?” He laughed, “She said that?” Dana nodded and he shook his head, mouth gaping open, “That’s ridiculous.”

But even as he said it, he knew it wasn’t true. He hadn’t consciously tried to replace you, it wasn’t possible to. The years of history between you both were insurmountable. The relationship was so convoluted and tangled it couldn’t be replicated. But now that Dana had said it, it wasn’t hard to see how you had connected those dots, regardless of what he had intended.

“Keep trying,” Dana repeated and lightly squeezed his arm before walking off.

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When you saw the nurses wheeling Mr. Spencer, Robby’s pneumonia patient, towards pedes, your breath caught painfully in your throat. Without thinking, you walked over to Dana, “Where are they bringing Mr. Spencer?”

“Pedes, why?” She took off her glasses as she looked up from her iPad.

You swallowed, “Robby’s still on that case?”

“Yeah.”

Fuck. He had already handled the overdose teen, something you knew wasn’t easy for him because of Jake. He had intubated Mr. Spencer even though he knew it wouldn’t save him. Now you could only assume he’d have to extubate in the same room he had extubated Adamson.

“Where is he?”

“Who? Robby?” You nodded, “I think he’s with the parents of the overdose teen.”

“Thanks,” You said and then headed for him. 

It was ridiculous, you knew, the way you were running back to him. Less than two hours after your argument. You wanted to hold on to your anger because you were afraid of what was underneath it, but you didn’t want to watch him fall apart, either. And despite it all, you knew he’d have your back in the same way. Today and everyday. 

“Robby,” His name came out frantic as you watched him walk out of an exam room, turning to the hand sanitizer dispenser. He looked up at you, question in his eyes as he rubbed the sanitizer into his hands, “Uh, Mr. Spencer. Could I take over his case?” 

The words came out rushed and breathless. He tilted his head in question, “I already have an established relationship with his family and they’re having a tough enough time with the end of life care. Why do you want him?”

You opened your mouth to speak, prepared to come up with some lie, some excuse, but found you couldn’t do it, “They moved him to pedes.” You said softly, “I just, um,” You sighed, “I thought I could handle the extubation for you.”

When you looked up at him, his eyes had softened. You again noticed how he hadn’t been sleeping, how his eyes seemed almost permanently red rimmed. And now, besides the sadness and the grief that always seemed to be there when he looked at you, there was what looked like a tinge of relief.

He gave you a sad smile, “It’s okay,” He said softly, “I got it.” 

And then he sidestepped you, walking towards pedes. You followed, feeling desperate to stop this. Stop it like you hadn’t been able or willing to four years ago. You hadn’t volunteered yourself to extubate Adamson, though, you doubted Robby would have let you then either. You still wish you had tried to protect him from that. Even if it would have broken you, maybe one of you would have gotten out unscathed.

But that wasn’t true either, no matter how badly you wished for it. There was no alternate dimension where you and Robby left that day intact, unharmed.

“What if…” You lengthened your strides to keep up with him, “What if I extubated while you were in the room? With the family?”

He slowed to a stop and turned back to you, causing you to nearly collide with his chest, “I appreciate what you’re trying to do,” He said gently, “Really, but it’s okay. I can do it by myself.”

“What if I just stand in the room then?”

“You should be seeing other patients.”

You shook your head, “This is where I need to be right now. The patients can wait a few minutes. There are plenty of residents to attend to them.” He looked like he was going to say no again. “Please.” You said, desperately, “You wanted me here, so I’m here. Let me help you.”

That seemed to catch his attention and his eyes locked back on yours. He searched your face for a moment, eyes lingering too long on your mouth before they travelled back up, “Okay.” He started walking again, “You can stand in the room.”

The relief you feel that he accepted your help is short lived, because now you’re standing in pedes, a place you had somehow mostly managed to avoid since Adamson, and you can’t seem to pull enough air into your lungs. 

You lace your hands together behind your back as you listen to Robby and Mr. Spencer’s children speak. 

But you’re not really here, you’re back four years ago, sitting at Adamson’s bedside, Robby beside you. The inside of the PPE is suffocating and sweaty with the tears streaming down your face and snot dripping out your nose. One gloved hand holds Adamson’s hand, the other holds Robby’s, the heat from your hands feeding through the gloves. You’re squeezing Robby’s hand repeatedly, needing him to squeeze back so you know he’s still there, still breathing. Because even then, you knew this may push him far away from you. 

You blink and Robby’s face is in front of yours, no PPE, just watery eyes and calloused hands on your cheeks, “You okay?”

In a moment of weakness, you leaned into his touch, closed your eyes and nodded. He stays like that for a moment before dropping his hands and standing next to you, shoulders touching.

Listening to Mr. Spencer’s rattled breathing, you slide your hand down Robby’s arm and intertwined your fingers. You heard Robby’s sharp intake of breath.

After a moment, he squeezed your hand.

[lilmoonbunny]

Protect her; Hwang In-Ho

SEASON 2 AND 3 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT!!

When the frontman calls Gi-Hun to meet him, he only has one request for him: to protect you. Gi-Hun is determined to keep that promise, no matter what.

Warnings: Character death, violence, canon-divergent, and unedited (for now).

When Young-Il died, it felt like a part of you had died with him, even if you had only known him a few days. The two of you had bonded quickly, becoming fast friends with a hint of… something more.

Young-Il always stuck by you, protecting you both during the games and during the night, watching over you while you slept, even if you weren’t aware of it. Even when he wasn’t there, he watched over you; keeping a close eye on you from his quarters, making sure that the guards gave you extra food, and ensuring that there was no more risk of fights after lights out since he was not there to protect you.

You swallowed, glancing over at Gi-Hun. You knew of what had happened, you had helped during the rebellion, much to Young-Il’s dismay. You had no idea why the guard kept you alive, why the other guard had told your potential shooter to stand down. You watched as they dragged a grief-stricken Gi-Hun into the player’s quarters, tears falling down your cheeks at both the look on his face, and the fact that Young-Il was gone, never to return.

Gi-Hun was someone that you considered a friend and seeing him like this, it hurt. You could feel the guilt inside radiating from him. It wasn’t his fault; you couldn’t blame him. No, you wouldn’t blame him. Gi-Hun had tried, and that was more that could be said for others.

The beep of the doors opening, revealing the guards, pulled your gaze and you watched in confusion as Gi-Hun approached you, handing Jun-Hee’s newborn to you before following the guards away from the room.

What was going on?

Gi-Hun stood in front of the frontman, glaring at him. The weight of the guilt was evident in the way he held himself, but Gi-Hun didn’t notice this, too focused on revenge.

“Take a seat, Mr Seong Gi-Hun. This may take a while.” In-Ho swallowed, doing the best he could to mentally prepare himself.

Gi-Hun nodded hesitantly, taking a seat opposite of his enemy.

Gi-Hun watched as the frontman pulled something from his pocket, placing it on the table between them.

“Take this,” he said, his mask deceiving Gi-Hun of his true identity, hiding his voice, but not for long.

“Why? Why are you helping me? Who are you?”

In-Ho glanced at his former comrade and with shaking hands removed his mask, the guilt weighing even heavier as he noticed the betrayed look on Gi-Hun’s face. No matter how hard Gi-Hun tried to hide his reaction, his eyes betrayed him.

“I am sorry about Jung-Bae, Mr Seong Gi-Hun.”

In-Ho didn’t flinch, didn’t even move as Gi-Hun grabbed the knife, standing and pointing it towards his betrayer.

“You can kill me, there is nobody around to help, but that won’t stop the games. They will just find another frontman and the game will continue tomorrow.” In-Ho said, staring into Gi-Hun’s eyes, rather than the knife pointed towards him. “But that, that can save you. You can go back there, kill those who want to kill you, and win the games.”

“Why?” Came Gi-Hun’s simple response, lowering the knife. “Why would you go to this extent?”

In-Ho paused before speaking.

“I need you to promise me something. If you are to take that knife, there is one thing that I need you to promise me. If not for me, then for her.”

A confused look bloomed over Gi-Hun’s face at his words.

“Her?”

“Keep Y/N safe…” He said, pausing for a moment. “Please…” His plea fell into a whisper, barely audible in the room.

The confused look on his face worsened as Gi-Hun spoke.

“Y/N? Why?” He asked.

In-Ho broke eye contact with the player for a moment, and that was enough to reveal everything.

Gi-Hun’s mouth parted in shock. “You care for her…”

In-Ho swallowed, hesitation evident on his unmasked face before he nodded.

Gi-Hun nodded, a silent promise to In-Ho as he grabbed the blade and turned to leave.

“And, Gi-Hun,” In-Ho called, waiting until he paused. “I am sorry. For everything.”

No response.

Gi-Hun watched over you, the baby clutched tightly to your chest, as you slept. The blade felt heavy between his fingers, the weight of the decision heavy on his mind. It was logical, he should kill them and save the baby, himself, and you, but he didn’t want to. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, even as he held the blade up to Player 100’s neck. No, he wasn’t that type of person.

“Are you okay, Gi-Hun?” You murmured upon Gi-Hun’s return.

Gi-Hun nodded, hands shaking as he hid the blade in the back of his suit. “I’m fine, Y/N. Get some more rest, you’ll need it for tomorrow.”

You agreed, hugging the child tighter to your chest.

“Good night, Gi-hun, get some rest too.”

Gi-Hun already felt guilty for not telling you that you had a guardian angel, and just who that guardian angel was.

You watched in horror as the group of men attempted to push Gi-Hun and the child from the extreme height. You were beside them, doing your best attempt to hold them off, but to no avail.

As the man held Gi-Hun in a tight grasp, both almost falling from the ledge, you spotted it: the glint of a blade. Without hesitation, you grabbed at it, unsheathing it and pushing yourself towards the man, slicing at the jacket that held him in place before using your full body weight to toss the man off the edge, taking a deep breath to compose yourself as you heard the man scream and hit the floor below.

Your foot slipped, body weight preparing to topple over and follow the man to your death, only to be caught last moment by a tight hand: Gi-Hun’s.

You nodded as a thanks as a shaking breath left you. You didn’t have time to thank him properly as the rest of the men were approaching you three. Gi-Hun, who previously stood behind you, was quick to slip the baby into your hands, standing in front of you.

“Gi-Hun?” You asked. “What are you doing? You promised Jun-Hee you would keep her child safe!”

Gi-Hun paused. You were right, but he made another promise, and he intended to keep it; to keep them both.

“I promised him I would keep you safe too.” Were his only words and you weren’t given a chance to ask who exactly him was before player 333 caught your attention, sneaking behind the men, pole in hand.

You couldn’t tell what he was attempting to do, so you held the baby tighter, forcing your heels into the ground as hard as you could. It wasn’t until he hit the remaining guys with the pole, pushing them off the edge that you understood.

One hesitant step towards 333 from Gi-Hun had him spinning towards you both, Gi-Hun immediately pressing you backwards, keeping you away from the man in front of you. He swore he would protect you, and he intended to keep that promise, even if it cost him his life.

“Why did you do that?” Gi-Hun asked, his hand in front of him to let him know that he wasn’t intending to hurt him, not yet, at least; unless he had to.

“I’m the child’s father.”

“Now it’s down to four,” a VIP said, a satisfied smile on his lips.

In-Ho could only hope that Gi-Hun would keep his promise.

You stood back, baby in hand as Gi-Hun fought with player 333, at a clear disadvantage. The knife was still in your hand, and you knew what you had to do.

In-Ho watched as you placed the child on the ground, whispering something to her as you did so.

Your footsteps were silent as you approached the fighting pair. 333 had Gi-Hun pinned down, throwing punches at his face, the pipe having fallen over the edge. You could hear Gi-Hun’s groans as he took them, body weakening from the pain.

A deep breath, that was all it took for you to find the courage to shove the blade into Myung-Gi’s neck, his eyes widening as you did so. Blood immediately began running from his mouth as he fell to the ground.

He was dead.

Your eyes widened, breath laboured and eyes wide as the shock set in. You had just killed two people in less than thirty minutes…

“Y/N…” Gi-Hun panted, sitting up.

His eyes darted between your shaking and bloodied hands and the cooling body on the ground. It was then he noticed something: none of you had pressed the start button.

Your eyes followed his gaze, landing on the button in panic.

Without thinking, you nodded, kneeling beside the baby.

“It’s okay, Gi-Hun will take care of you.” Your breath was shaking as you whispered to her, a soft smile on your lips. You were scared, but you were content.

Gi-Hun watched in shock as you raised yourself to your feet, turning to face him.

“It’s been fun, Gi-Hun.” Your smile remained.

Gi-Hun froze, assuming that you were going to kill him, until you took a step back. Not only did Gi-Hun freeze, so did In-Ho as he watched you.

If he doesn’t keep his promise, I’ll kill him myself, In-Ho swore to himself.

He didn’t have to worry for long, but each second felt like torture as he watched your feet come close to the edge. As you were about to jump, Gi-Hun’s hand caught you. You looked up at him, a confused look on your face as he didn’t move.

“You promised her, Gi-Hun. You promised that you’d keep her child safe. This is the only way.” You whispered, tears welling in your eyes.

Gi-Hun shook his head.

“I promise Young-Il I’d keep you safe too.”

Your eyes widened as you questioned him.

“When?”

Gi-Hun swallowed, glancing at the timer: 12:36 minutes remaining.

“Yesterday…”

“He’s alive!?”

Gi-Hun nodded, glancing towards the window behind you where he knew In-Ho was standing. You followed his gaze, brain putting the pieces together.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, mainly to yourself at the realisation.

Gi-Hun nodded, confirming your fears and suspicion of Young-Il’s true identity. Your hands shook, as you attempted to take a further step back off the ledge, but Gi-Hun gripped you tightly, shaking his head.

“I promised I would keep her child safe, and I trust you enough to do that, Y/N.” Gi-Hun’s rough voice told you, eyes closing as you shook your head in disagreement.

“Gi-Hun, no.”

Gi-Hun held your gaze for a moment, squeezing you tightly.

“I trust you,” were his final words before he rushed off the edge, your eyes wide and filled with tears.

“Player 456 eliminated.”

You couldn’t move, even though you needed to.

You could hear the beeping, see the timer, you knew you needed to move, but you couldn’t.

Gi-Hun…

You almost screamed when you felt someone touch your shoulder, head spinning towards the culprit.

“Young-Il…”

He nodded, helping you to the feet before walking towards the child who seemed peaceful. You watched in shock as he carefully held her, wordlessly placing her in your arms before leading you both down the elevator and away from the island.

You didn’t know where you were going or what the future held for you and the child, but you did know one thing: Young-Il – or In-ho as you soon found him to be called – cared for you, and he wasn’t about to let you leave easily.

[cheftsunoda]

Hello! Loved your stories omg! Esp the charles and alex one, Can I request the both of them and reader where the reader is a Medical Intern in Monaco and charles and alex both just happen to be in the hospital that she is interning and they just get so infatuated with her and they come back to the hospital for just some “daily check ups” and bonus if they are together already can you do a part where they are looking for her and the find her in the back part of the ER where there are spare beds there and shes just taking a quick power nap from a long shift hehe Thank you! ❤️

apple a day, keeps the doctor…— cl16 + alexandra

charles leclerc x !medical intern reader x alexandra saint mleux

smau + blurbs

working ER nights in monaco wasn’t glamorous—at least not for you. between back to back trauma cases, endless rounds, and the coffee machine that hated you, most days blurred into one long, sterile headache. that is, until charles leclerc and alexandra saint mleux burst through the emergency room doors one chaotic friday night, arthur leclerc half-conscious between them and bleeding from a nasty head wound. you stitched him up with calm hands and clipped sarcasm, barely registering the way both charles and alexandra were staring at you like you had performed a miracle. since then, they’d returned to the hospital three times in two weeks. once for a “headache that might be a concussion” (arthur was fine), once for “follow-up questions,” and once just to drop off a smoothie “in case you skipped lunch.” every visit came with a new excuse and a new gift — almond croissants, candles, a ferrari hoodie that “just happened to be your size.” you weren’t stupid. you knew what they were doing. but it was getting harder to pretend you didn’t like it. harder to pretend you didn’t want more. from both of them.

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It starts, like most Friday nights, with chaos. The double doors of the ER slam open behind you and you don’t even bother looking up at first. You’re too busy writing up notes on a dislocated shoulder when someone shouts—

“Excuse me! We need help!”

You sigh, closing your hospital issued laptop, and turn — only to freeze for a split second.

Because that’s Charles Leclerc. As in F1 Charles Leclerc. And he’s holding up a man who’s bleeding from the forehead. Behind him, Alexandra is hovering, visibly panicked and muttering something about a yacht.

“I need a name,” you say, stepping forward and already slipping on gloves.

“Arthur Leclerc,” the patient mutters. “Twenty four. Libra. Single.”

You blink. “Right. Head injury and questionable flirting. Got it.”

“I fell,” Arthur adds dramatically, clutching his head like he’s auditioning for Hamlet.

“I was pushed,” he corrects himself quickly, nodding toward Charles with betrayal in his eyes. “By him. On the yacht.”

“There was a wave!” Charles groans. “You lost your balance.”

“You shoved me.”

“I nudged you.”

“You launched me!”

You sigh again, pointing to the exam table. “If you can argue, you can sit. Let’s patch up the bleeding before we diagnose your childhood trauma.”

Arthur grins at you as he hops onto the table. “Do you usually fix people up with that kind of sarcasm, or am I just special?”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m an intern. I don’t get paid enough to flirt. But if you don’t pass out, I’ll consider it a compliment.”

Alexandra snorts behind you, clearly trying not to laugh. “I like her.”

You gently guide Arthur’s head to the side, inspecting the gash. It’s deep but manageable. “You’re going to need a few stitches. Any nausea? Blurry vision?”

“Only from looking directly at you,” Arthur says, smirking.

You glance at Charles, who looks like he’s about to explode. “Arthur.”

“What?” Arthur says innocently. “She’s hot and she’s touching my face. I’m not made of stone.”

Charles gives you a sheepish smile. “I swear he’s not usually this—”

“Delusional?” you offer.

“Flirty.”

“Trauma does funny things to people,” you murmur as you begin cleaning the wound.

“You seem very calm,” Alexandra pipes up, stepping closer. “Is it always this chaotic?”

“Only when people fall off yachts,” you mutter, trying not to smile.

You feel Charles watching you. Like, really watching you. And not just because you’re stitching up his brother’s forehead.

“You’re good at this,” he says, almost surprised.

You glance up. “Thanks. I’ve had a lot of practice with dumbass adrenaline junkies.”

“You’ll fit in well with this family, then,” Alexandra says lightly, and then blinks, as if realizing what she just said. “I mean—not that—just—”

Arthur groans. “She meant that flirtatiously. God, we’re all embarrassing ourselves.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you finish the last stitch. “You’re fine. And he’s good as new. Well… scarred. But charming.”

“Scarred and charming,” Arthur echoes. “Put that on my resume.”

As you peel off your gloves and hand Arthur the aftercare instructions, you catch all three of them watching you like you’d just rewritten medical science instead of stitched up a forehead. It’s the kind of look that makes your skin feel warm under your scrubs.

“You shouldn’t have much of a scar,” you say, casually. “I learned from the best plastic surgeon we’ve got. Lucky you.”

Arthur gives you a lopsided smile, but it’s Charles who speaks next, stepping forward and offering his hand. “Thank you, Dr…?”

“LN,” you reply, shaking his hand. “Dr. YN LN.”

His grip is firm, but it’s the way his fingers linger just a second too long that makes your heart stutter.

“Nice to meet you, Doctor,” he says, his voice a little lower. “Hopefully next time we see you, no one’s bleeding.”

You open your mouth to reply, but Alexandra beats you to it, smiling softly. “Yeah… I wouldn’t mind a next time either. Preferably injury free. Maybe over coffee instead of stitches.”

She laughs lightly, cheeks pink, and you’re not sure if it’s the ER lighting or if they’re both actually flirting with you.

—

present day

You’re halfway through a chart on a broken wrist when you hear them before you see them.

“I told you I’m fine!”

Arthur’s voice, unmistakably dramatic, echoes through the ER as he stomps toward the front desk, trailed by Monaco’s most glamorous couple—Charles and Alexandra—looking suspiciously guilty and carrying far too many things for a medical emergency.

You glance up, immediately clocking the massive bouquet of flowers in Charles’ hand and the takeaway coffee Alexandra’s holding like a peace offering.

“I swear to God,” Arthur mutters as he catches sight of you, “I said I had a mild headache, and these two dragged me here like I’d lost a limb.”

“Headaches can be a sign of a concussion,” Alexandra says sweetly. “We just wanted to be safe.”

“Also, we brought you a coffee,” Charles adds, smiling at you like he wasn’t obviously using his brother’s brain as an excuse to see you again.

You blink. “Right. So we’re doing this again.”

Arthur drops into the same exam chair from last time with a long suffering sigh. “Apparently, I don’t have autonomy anymore.”

“You said the lights were bothering you,” Alexandra says, gesturing vaguely. “That’s a symptom!”

“I was hungover!”

You try to keep your professional face on. Really, you do. But when Charles hands you the coffee—your name spelled perfectly on the lid—and Alexandra presents the bouquet like a proud contestant on The Bachelor, you lose the battle against your smile.

“Well, at least if this is a concussion, he’ll go down smelling like peonies,” you mutter, already pulling on gloves.

Arthur glares at both of them. “If I so much as sneeze tomorrow, they’ll probably drag me in again and claim it’s internal bleeding.”

You flash him a grin. “I wouldn’t complain too much. If every headache gets you this much attention, you might want to fake one next week.”

“Oh don’t give them ideas,” Arthur groans, flopping his head back as you start the quick neurological check.

Meanwhile, Charles leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with that same quiet intensity.

“So…” he says casually. “When you’re not busy diagnosing non concussions, do you ever take time off?”

You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Is that your version of small talk or a poorly disguised date proposal?”

Alexandra perks up beside him. “Could be both.”

You chuckle, making a note in Arthur’s file. “He’s fine. No concussion. Just… tragically dramatic.”

Arthur sits up, victorious. “Thank you. Finally. A sane voice in this situation.”

You hand him a lollipop from your coat pocket. “For being so brave.”

As the three of them start to leave, Charles turns back one last time, walking backwards with a grin.

“We’ll try not to bother you again.”

But you know he’s lying. And part of you kind of hopes he is.

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You spot them the second they walk through the ER doors. No Arthur this time.

Just Charles and Alexandra, holding nothing but matching sunglasses and the world’s most transparent expressions.

You don’t even look up from the computer when you say, “What fake medical emergency are we pretending exists today?”

Charles smirks. “Technically, we were in the area.”

Alexandra adds, “And we thought we might check in. Just to say hi. Totally casual.”

You give them a flat look. “Right. Monaco’s smallest hospital and this hallway, of all places. How convenient.”

Charles shrugs. “We’re predictable. What can we say?”

You finish typing your note and finally stand. “Okay, well, since you’re here and not bleeding, vomiting, or concussed, you can make yourselves useful.”

They blink. You pull off your coat, glance at the wall clock, and tuck your badge into your pocket. “I’m on break.”

Alexandra’s eyes light up. “Wait. Right now?”

You grab your phone. “There’s a café down the street that makes a solid espresso and doesn’t play music loud enough to rupture eardrums. I was going to go solo, but since you two seem committed to making ER visits part of your weekly schedule…”

Charles stares for a beat before a slow grin spreads across his face. “Are you asking us out, Dr. LN?”

You smirk. “Consider it a professional mercy date. To stop you from dragging your brother back in here every time he sneezes.”

Alexandra laughs as you all walk out together. “We’ll take it.”

The three of you squeeze into a little table near the window, half-shadowed, half-exposed to the soft afternoon sun. You sip your coffee and try to ignore the way Charles keeps subtly leaning closer every time you talk, or how Alexandra watches you like she already knows what you’re going to say next.

“So,” Charles says, stirring his espresso. “If this were a date, how would we be doing?”

You smirk. “Well, you haven’t lied about a fake medical condition yet, so that’s a strong start.”

Alexandra leans in, chin propped on her palm. “And what if we wanted this to be an actual date?”

Your eyes flick between them. They’re both looking at you — seriously now, not just playfully. There’s a warmth there. Something real.

You pause, setting your cup down.

“Well,” you say slowly, “then I’d say I’m free this weekend. And this time, no one gets to show up bleeding.”

Charles raises his cup in a mock toast. “We’ll do our best.”

Alexandra grins. “No promises.”

—

You don’t know what to expect when Charles texts you the address. It’s vague — Don’t worry, it’s not a restaurant. Something a bit better. And he sends a winky face, which does nothing to calm the nervous flutter building in your chest.

You’re not the type to get nervous. You deal with emergencies for a living. You’ve held hearts in your hands—literally. But somehow, a night with Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux is what sends your pulse into orbit.

The building isn’t flashy. Just a quiet, pale stone apartment on a side street with a narrow elevator that creaks slightly as it takes you up. You almost think you’ve gone to the wrong place—until the doors open. The rooftop is glowing.

String lights are draped between beams, twinkling softly above a table set for three. A few scattered candles flicker in glass jars, and beyond the low railings, Monaco stretches out in a blanket of golden lights and ocean shadows. And then you see them.

Charles is in a white linen shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, hands stuffed in his pockets like he’s not sure what to do with them. Alexandra, in a silky rust-colored dress that catches the light every time she moves, is already smiling at you like she’s been waiting to all day.

“You came,” Charles says, stepping forward. His smile is soft and just a little unsure.

You nod, taking it all in. “Didn’t realize this was a rooftop Michelin experience.”

Alexandra laughs, looping her arm through yours gently to guide you toward the table. “We figured after the trauma bay lighting, you deserved something a bit softer.”

Charles pulls out your chair with a sheepish shrug. “We cooked.”

“Oh god,” you say, raising a brow. “Do I need to call poison control now or later?”

He laughs, cheeks pink. “Excuse you. Alexandra cooked. I poured the wine and stirred things dramatically.”

“You did,” Alexandra confirms. “He was very proud of his stirring.”

Dinner is warm and easy — some kind of creamy pasta, a salad that Alexandra made you promise to be brutally honest about (you weren’t, it was fine), and a bottle of white wine that Charles says he picked because the label looked “mysterious and vaguely romantic.”

But the real thing is this- the way they look at you. They both do it differently.

Charles listens when you speak like he’s memorizing you—eyes fixed on your mouth, your hands, the soft curve of your smile. He’s still charming and funny, but with a quiet reverence that sneaks into the space between every joke.

Alexandra is gentler—touching your wrist when you laugh too hard at one of Charles’ stories, watching your expression like she already knows it. Like she wants to know it all.

You’re not sure how it happens, exactly. But somewhere between dessert and a second bottle of wine, the conversation softens. Charles is the one who says it first.

“You’re kind of incredible, you know.”

You blink. “Because I make Arthur stop talking for five minutes at a time?”

“Because you… just are,” he says. His voice isn’t flirtatious now. Just honest.

Alexandra nods, her fingers brushing yours across the table. “We didn’t expect to meet someone like you. But we’re really glad we did.”

You look between them—two people who are already so close, so comfortable in each other’s orbit. And yet here they are, making room for you.

Your heart stumbles a little.

You set your glass down. “This is probably the part where I say I don’t usually do this.”

“But you are,” Charles says softly.

You nod. “Yeah. I am.”

There’s a pause—brief but thick with possibility—before Alexandra stands and steps closer to you, her expression open, asking rather than assuming.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

You exhale, chest fluttering.

“Yeah,” you whisper. “It’d be really okay.”

Her lips are warm and soft and unhurried, and when Charles leans in after—gentle, reverent, a hand on your cheek like you’re fragile and important all at once—it feels like falling.

But this time, you want to fall.

—

You wake up before the sun. There’s a soft tangle of limbs wrapped around you — Alexandra’s arm draped over your waist, Charles’ breath warm against the back of your neck. The rooftop date turned into hours of conversation, shared kisses, stargazing, and eventually… here. In the quiet safety of Charles’ bed. Like it was always meant to happen.

But duty calls, and unfortunately, duty doesn’t care that your body is warm and relaxed between two people who might just ruin you in the best possible way. You carefully slip out of bed, trying not to wake either of them. You pad barefoot through the apartment, grabbing your bag and sliding a post it from the kitchen drawer.

You scribble quickly.

Had to run — early shift. Thank you for last night. It was perfect. There’s coffee in the pot (strong — sorry). I’ll probably still be buried in the ER when you wake up. Don’t miss me too much. — YN <3

You leave it next to the two mugs you prepared, one with too much sugar and one with just a splash of oat milk. The sunlight is just starting to spill over the buildings as you slip out the door.

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It’s nearing 9 PM when Charles and Alexandra step into the ER.

They’re dressed down — Charles in a hoodie and cap, Alexandra in a soft cardigan and sneakers, both of them clutching takeaway bags filled with real food, not vending machine coffee and graham crackers.

The hospital is quieter now, but the fluorescent lights still buzz, and nurses are moving quickly between rooms. Alexandra spots the nurse at the desk and steps forward.

“Excuse me,” she says kindly. “We’re looking for Dr. LN?”

The nurse squints. “She’s still on shift? Poor thing. She hasn’t left the floor all day.”

Charles frowns. “Do you know where she is?”

The nurse nods and gestures toward an empty exam room down the hall. “Think she crashed in there between consults. Didn’t even get lunch.”

They walk quietly through the corridor until they reach the room. The door’s ajar, and what they find inside makes both of them melt on the spot.

You’re curled up on the small sofa, still in scrubs, arms folded across your chest, one shoe dangling off your foot. Your head is tilted back against the armrest, a pen still tucked behind your ear. There’s a half eaten protein bar on the table beside you and a chart open in your lap.

Alexandra covers her mouth to stop a soft laugh. “God, she looks exhausted.”

Charles smiles and walks over, carefully setting the takeaway bag on the table. “Should we wake her?”

“No,” Alexandra says gently, walking over to crouch beside you. “Just let her rest a second.”

You stir slightly when her fingers brush a strand of hair from your cheek. Your eyes flutter open, disoriented for a moment—until you see them.

“Hey,” you rasp, blinking slowly. “What are you doing here?”

“You left us coffee,” Charles says, grinning. “Least we could do was bring dinner.”

Alexandra holds up the container. “Pasta. The good kind. Not hospital food.”

You sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes. “You guys didn’t have to—”

“We wanted to,” Charles interrupts softly, sitting on the edge of the couch beside you. “You take care of everyone else all day. We just wanted to make sure someone’s taking care of you too.”

Your heart twists a little at that. It’s not grand. It’s not flowers or champagne or a view of the ocean. It’s better.

It’s them. Showing up.

You smile sleepily, leaning your head onto Charles’ shoulder as Alexandra nestles against your other side on the floor, wrapping her arms around your waist. It’s clumsy and imperfect in the tight space — but it’s warm. Safe.

“I missed you today,” you murmur.

Charles kisses the top of your head. “We missed you too.”

“Next time,” Alexandra whispers, her fingers playing with the hem of your sleeve, “call in sick. We’ll steal you away for the whole day.”

You chuckle. “Tempting. But I like this too.”

And for a while, you just sit there—three people in love, in a tiny hospital room that somehow feels like the safest place in the world.

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The sun is beginning its slow descent over Monaco, casting golden light across the terracotta rooftops and sparkling off the harbor. It’s quiet — or, well, as quiet as Monaco ever gets — and you’re walking side by side with Alexandra and Charles along a tucked away street that winds gently above the city.

Leo trots ahead, tail wagging like he owns the block, occasionally glancing back to make sure all three of you are still following. He’s wearing a ridiculous little red bandana Arthur gave him (“Ferrari’s real mascot,” he claimed), and every few steps someone stops to coo at him.

You’re holding the leash — mostly because Leo demanded it, and by “demanded,” you mean he sat in front of you until you gave in. Charles is on your right, his fingers linked with yours, lazily swinging your hands between you. Alexandra’s on your left, brushing shoulders with you every time the sidewalk narrows, holding an iced coffee in one hand and gently tugging on the sleeve of your hoodie with the other.

“You realize Leo likes you more than he likes either of us, right?” Alexandra says suddenly, giving you a pointed look.

You shrug, smiling down at the pup. “He has good taste.”

Charles laughs. “You say that like he didn’t chew a hole through my Sparco gloves last week.”

“He was making a statement,” you tease. “They were ugly.”

Alexandra snorts into her drink and bumps your hip playfully. “You’re bold now that you’ve got joint custody.”

You raise a brow. “Joint custody?”

Charles nods solemnly. “We’ve talked. If anything happens to us, Leo’s going with you.”

“Wow. I feel so honored,” you say, deadpan. “And deeply concerned about your relationship stability.”

Alexandra just grins. “We’re very stable. Especially now that you’re around.”

Your heart stutters a little. It’s always like that with them — warmth in the small things. A hand held too long. A glance that says stay. A casual sentence that carries a little too much weight.

You turn a corner and find yourself at one of your favorite viewpoints — the city laid out below like a painting, water shimmering in the distance, the sky streaked in peach and lavender. Leo plops down on the edge of the stone wall, satisfied, like he planned this route himself.

Charles wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. Alexandra steps in front of you, her free hand coming up to trace lazy circles on your wrist where the leash loops.

It’s quiet for a moment. Just the three of you — no press, no cameras, no chaos. Just sunlight, softness, and a dog with royal energy.

“This is nice,” you murmur.

Charles hums. “You’re nice.”

Alexandra smirks. “Charles is bad at compliments. What he means is… we really like you, and Leo would probably be crushed if you ever left.”

You smile, turning to kiss Charles’s cheek, then Alexandra’s. “Good thing I’m not planning on going anywhere.”

Leo barks once, like he’s sealing the deal.

—

You’re standing beside Charles’ Ferrari, keys in your hand, sunglasses perched on your nose, trying not to let your nerves show — but Charles is watching you like he already knows how this is going to go.

“Sure you’re ready for this, Doctor LN?” he teases, leaning casually against the passenger door, arms crossed and a stupidly proud grin on his face.

You flash him a look over the top of your sunglasses. “I��ve done emergency surgery on someone’s spleen in a moving ambulance. I think I can handle a car.”

“Right, but this isn’t just any car,” he says dramatically. “This is my car.”

“Oh, you mean the one you nearly rear-ended a scooter with last month?”

Alexandra, sitting in the backseat with Leo curled in her lap, laughs so hard she nearly spills her coffee.

Charles holds a hand to his chest, mock wounded. “Unbelievable betrayal.”

You roll your eyes and slide into the driver’s seat. It’s sleek and powerful and smells like leather and faint hints of Charles’ cologne. Your fingers curl easily around the wheel, and when you start the engine, the soft purr feels like an invitation.

You glance at him. “You coming, or should I just drive it home myself?”

He groans dramatically and climbs in. “God help me.”

The second you pull away from the curb, you know. The engine hums like it’s made for you. The car doesn’t fight you — it flows with you, smooth and sharp and obedient beneath your hands. You navigate Monaco’s winding roads with perfect control, shifting effortlessly, gliding through turns with a little smirk tugging at your lips.

Charles glances over after a few minutes, eyebrows raised. “You’ve done this before.”

You shrug casually. “First time in a Ferrari. But I am a quick learner.”

“She’s a menace,” Alexandra mutters from the back, not even looking up from her phone. “A hot, terrifying menace.”

“I’m in love,” Charles says, completely deadpan, staring at you like you’ve just reinvented gravity.

You glance at him and grin. “With me or the way I take corners?”

“Both,” he replies without hesitation.

You pull off onto a scenic overlook just outside the city — one of those places Charles showed you once, high above the cliffs, the ocean stretching endlessly below. You kill the engine and turn to him, smug.

“So? Do I get a medal or what?”

Charles just shakes his head, smiling so big it’s ridiculous. “You get something better.”

Then he leans across the center console and kisses you — slow, soft, smiling against your lips like he doesn’t know what to do with how much he adores you.

Alexandra clears her throat loudly. “Um, some of us are trapped in the back with a dog who’s judging you.”

You both laugh, pulling apart, and Charles turns to her. “Fine. You get to drive next.”

“Don’t tease me,” she says. “You know I want to take it on the motorway.”

You settle back into the seat, heart still thumping, hands relaxed on the wheel, and glance between the two of them — one smirking, the other texting Arthur something undoubtedly chaotic.

—

“Okay, just to confirm,” you say as you smooth your shirt in the mirror, “we’re going to a casual lunch. Not a royal wedding. Not a medical board review. Just… brunch.”

“Yes,” Charles replies, deadpan from the kitchen, “a casual lunch with my mother, who only raised four children, survived raising Arthur, and could single handedly ruin my self esteem with a single look. But yes. Very casual.”

Alexandra peeks into the bedroom with a wide grin. “She already loves you, you know.”

“You think she loves me,” you mutter, grabbing your sunglasses. “She doesn’t even know me.”

Charles walks up behind you and rests his hands on your shoulders. “She knows everything that matters. You make us happy. That’s all she cares about.”

You sigh. “Okay. Okay. Let’s go meet your terrifyingly elegant mother and pretend I didn’t spend the last twenty minutes rehearsing how to say ‘It’s lovely to meet you’ in French.”

Alexandra loops her arm through yours. “You’re going to charm her so hard she’ll forget we even exist.”

Pascale Leclerc is already seated when you arrive — a vision in white linen, dark sunglasses, and the calm authority of a woman who has seen everything and still manages to be the most graceful person in any room. She stands when she sees Charles and Alexandra — but her gaze goes straight to you.

“Bonjour, ma belle,” she says warmly, pulling you in for cheek kisses before you can even say hello. “So this is the doctor I’ve been hearing about.”

You blink. “You… have?”

Pascale hums. “Constantly. My son is not a subtle man.”

Charles looks vaguely betrayed. Alexandra looks delighted.

“And my Alexandra,” Pascale continues, pulling her into a hug as well.

Pascale sits, already reaching for the wine list. “I need to know everything.”

You’re still recovering when Arthur barrels into the table, ten minutes late, hair a mess, sunglasses crooked, looking like he rolled straight out of bed and into chaos.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says, dropping into the seat beside you. “You wouldn’t believe the night I had.”

“Please,” Pascale mutters without looking up, “spare us all the trauma.”

Arthur grins and leans closer to you. “She’s kidding. She loves when I overshare.”

“I do not.”

“You do. You live for it.”

“Arthur.”

Charles groans. Alexandra sips her wine. You just smile — because somehow, this feels like home.

“Anyway,” Arthur says between bites of bread, “you know she stitched my head back together, right?”

You sigh. “It was not that dramatic.”

“I bled. There were gloves. I was brave.”

“You flirted with me while I was gluing your scalp shut.”

Charles chokes on his water. Alexandra starts laughing so hard she has to put down her fork.

“Wait,” Pascale says, eyes narrowed with faux seriousness. “Arthur tried to seduce his future sister in law with a head wound?”

“Sister in law?” Charles repeats, coughing. “We’ve known each other for two months.”

“I’m manifesting,” Pascale says calmly. “Don’t ruin this for me.”

You’re too stunned to speak, but Alexandra just grins and whispers in your ear, “Told you she loves already.”

By the time the desserts arrive — lavender crème brûlée and espresso mousse — Pascale has made you promise to come over for dinner next week, Charles has nearly fallen out of his chair from laughing at Arthur’s retelling of his evening and Alexandra is holding your hand under the table like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Pascale looks around the table and smiles like she’s full — not just from the meal, but from watching all of you.

“This,” she says, “is my favorite kind of chaos.”

Arthur raises his glass. “To our new chaos coordinator.”

Everyone clinks their glasses — even you, even though you’re still slightly dazed by the fact that you’ve just been adopted by a family of charming lunatics.

Charles leans in while the others are distracted. His voice is quiet in your ear.

“You were our missing piece.”

You glance around the table — at Alexandra tucking her hair behind her ear as she laughs with Pascale, at Arthur trying to sneak more sugar into his espresso, at the soft way Charles looks at you like he already knows this is just the beginning. And you believe him.

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The sea is calm, the sun golden and warm, and Charles is stretched out across one of the cushioned loungers, hair still wet from a dip in the water, salt-kissed and lazy with happiness.

You’re curled up beside him, in his arms, tracing slow shapes on his chest as the waves rock the yacht gently. He smells like sunscreen and ocean air. You’re still in your red bikini, your cover-up tossed somewhere, sunglasses long forgotten as you nuzzle into the space under his chin.

Charles hums quietly, his fingers in your hair. “You falling asleep again, ma belle?”

“Maybe,” you mumble, lips brushing his collarbone. “Blame the ocean. And you. You’re too warm.”

“You like me warm,” he says smugly.

You smile and tap his ribs lightly. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re perfect,” he counters, leaning in to kiss your forehead. Then your cheek. Then the tip of your nose. “And I am incredibly lucky.”

“You’re incredibly dramatic.”

“Dramatic and in love,” he says, now grinning. “You should try it.”

You giggle and lean in to kiss him — slow, soft, sweet. One of those kisses that says this is home.

You don’t know how long you lie there like that, wrapped up in sun and each other, Leo snoring under the table in the shade, the crew respectfully ignoring your cuddlefest from the other end of the deck.

Eventually, the sun begins to dip and you both reluctantly get up, pack your things, and head back to shore.

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You’re still glowing from the day when you walk through the door, tossing your bag onto the couch and heading to the kitchen while Charles grabs his phone off the counter.

He pauses.

“Um… bébé?”

“Yeah?”

“There’s… been a post.”

Your stomach drops.

“What kind of post?”

Charles turns his phone so you can see it. A fan account with a photo of the two of you lying on the yacht. It’s blurry, taken from a distance, but unmistakable- you curled into him, his hand in your hair, your lips almost touching. Your heart starts to pound.

“Oh my god.”

Charles immediately moves toward you. “Hey. Hey. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” you say, voice shaking. “It looks like you’re cheating on Alex. She’s not even here and they’re acting like I’m—” You cut yourself off, eyes stinging. “This could blow up so fast.”

Charles gently cups your face, thumb brushing under your eye. “Breathe, YN. Just breathe for me.”

You try. He’s close, his eyes calm, grounding you.

“She knows,” he says softly. “Alex knows where I am. She knows I’m with you. She loves you.”

“I just… I don’t want people to think we’re hiding something ugly. This isn’t ugly. It’s—”

“Beautiful,” he finishes for you. “It’s love. It’s all love. And we’ll figure it out together, okay? But first, we call her.”

You nod shakily, and he kisses your forehead before dialing.

Alex picks up almost immediately, barefaced and lounging on a hotel balcony, a glass of wine in her hand.

“Hey, lovers.”

Charles snorts. “You saw it, didn’t you?”

Alexandra takes a dramatic sip of her wine. “Oh, I saw it. I was in the middle of a product shoot and the makeup artist gasped. I thought someone had died. Turns out my boyfriend and my girlfriend just soft-launched without me.”

Your eyes go wide. “Alex— I’m so sorry. We didn’t think—”

“Stop,” she interrupts, eyes kind. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re allowed to love each other. I love that you love each other. I just wish I’d been there.”

Charles smiles. “I told you she was perfect.”

Alexandra shrugs with a small smile. “We’ll post something. All three of us. Together. Make it clear we’re not hiding, we’re just… ours.”

You blink, emotional again — but this time, it’s soft. “You’re really okay?”

“I’m more than okay,” she says. “I miss you both. And I can’t wait to come home.”

Charles grins. “When are you back?”

“Tomorrow. And then we’re spending the weekend on the yacht again. This time with me in the middle.”

“Deal,” you say, smiling for real now.

Alexandra leans into the camera. “And next time you soft-launch anything, I’m picking the bikini.”

You and Charles both laugh.

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Later, you’re curled up on the couch, wrapped in one of Charles’ hoodies, Leo asleep at your feet. Charles brings you a mug of tea and sits beside you, tucking your legs over his lap.

“Still worried?” he asks gently.

You shake your head. “No. Not anymore.”

“Good,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss your temple. “Because you’re stuck with us now.”

You smile into your tea, heart finally settled.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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Hi there! I loveee your fics :3 I never read Y/N fics (they’re my guilty pleasure…) is it possible that you could write a Remus! X fem!reader (or even James, I don’t mind) and the reader has had a really bad day, then James or Remus comforts her?

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James stops speaking mid-sentence when he hears your key enter the door. He forgets what he was talking about entirely. 

“Oh, that’s pathetic.” Sirius smirks at him from Remus’ lap. “You’ve just perked up like a puppy. Try to retain a bit of self-respect, mate.” 

James is too chuffed to quip in reply. He only raises his eyebrows at Remus, who kisses Sirius’ shoulder and warns his boyfriend in a murmur to be good. Sirius is noticeably quiet when you come in. 

“Hey, angel!” James booms, spreading his arms for you. You drop your bag and walk straight for them. 

“Hi,” you say back, and it’s softer than James’, which isn’t unusual, but it feels even softer than normal. You lie down on the couch to hug him like you’re sick of carrying your own weight. 

“Hi.” James matches your tone, rubbing hesitantly up and down your back. “Alright?” 

“Yeah,” you say, with a breath out that clearly says the opposite. Sirius makes a face, and Remus taps his thigh, signaling for him to get up. They both retreat quietly from the room. You don’t seem to notice. 

“Funny seeing you here,” James hums, running his hand from the hem of your shirt all the way up to where baby hairs tickle the base of your skull. 

It’s a lame joke. You called to ask if you could come over. James said yes, obviously—what else does one say when their beautiful girlfriend wants to come spend the night—but he might have prepared a bit better if he’d caught onto your mood over text. Might have given you a better reception instead of goofing off in the sitting room with his friends. 

You make a low sound, a hum or a shapeless murmur, adjusting your arms around his shoulders to get closer. James takes this cue to maneuver you and pulls your bent knee across his lap so you’re straddling him. He mushes a kiss to your cheek. 

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” 

You sigh, heavy and tired. Again, there’s that weight you seem to be trying to leave behind. “Sorry. Nothing’s the matter.” You nose the collar of James’ shirt aside, touching your lips to his skin. “I just needed this.” 

“Nothing’s the matter?” he asks. James would never go so far as to call you a liar, but he doesn’t believe you even a little. 

“Just a bad day,” you amend. “I wanted to see you.” 

James’ heart heavies and swells at once. He’s upset that you’ve had a bad day, of course, but there’s also…you wanted to see him. At the end of a bad day, you came to him to make it better. That’s enough to set James aglow for weeks. He feels a renewed determination to do right by you. 

“I’m glad you’re here,” he says, heart pouring from his voice. “Do you want to talk about it? What made it bad?” 

“Just…I don’t know. Lots of stuff.” You sit up in his lap to look at him. There’s a weariness to your expression, and James brushes a thumb over your cheek with intent of smoothing some of it away. It works, a little. You soften. “Can we just relax for a while? Sorry to steal you.” 

“I love to be stolen by you,” James replies earnestly. “Honestly, Sirius and Rem are probably glad to be rid of me. I think they were working up to some, erm, stealing away of their own, you know.” 

Your eyes warm with humor. “Do you feel like a cuddle?” 

He scoffs, standing and lifting you with him. You squeeze your legs tighter around his waist instinctively. “Now I know you must’ve had a rough go, asking silly questions like that.” James kisses your nose, delighted at the little scrunch it does when your lips lift slightly. “Of course I want to. I haven’t turned to stone since you last saw me. Shall we stop by the kitchen first, though? Can’t promise I’ll let you go once we start, and we may get hungry eventually.” 

“Oh, are you a taxi service now?” you ask amusedly. 

“Taxi, weighted blanket, snack courier—whatever you need, angel. I do it all.” 

That little smile remains, but your eyes cloud with something James doesn’t like. “I don’t mean to come here and dump everything on you,” you say, your voice quieting. “My day really hasn’t been so awful. I’ll be alright.” 

“I know you will.” James nudges the tip of your nose with his affectionately. He makes the executive decision that snacks will be necessary, taking you into the kitchen. “It doesn’t have to be awful for you to come to me, lovely. I mean, I want you here all the time, no matter how you’re feeling, but I’m happy to drop my crucial plans of fucking around in the sitting room to have a cuddle with you instead. If you’ll still have me.” 

You watch him hesitatingly. James lets you see what you like—he knows there’s nothing but sincerity to be found, really all he wants is to spend his evening making you feel better. You can hang out with his friends another time. 

“Okay,” you say after a few moments. “Can you get me closer to the pantry? I’d have some digestives.”

“Course. If Remus asks after them, we’ll pin it on Sirius.” 

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comfort | oscar piastri

synopsis: in which he helps you deal with your pain

a/n: based on this request!

pairing: oscar piastri x girlfriend!reader

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You’ve always been good at hiding it. At school, at work, even with friends—no one ever seemed to notice how your body wasn’t quite right.

But it was harder to hide it from Oscar.

He had a way of seeing through your walls, reading your face when something was off, always managing to catch the tiniest change in your demeanor.

It had been a long day—one of those where everything felt heavy, and every movement was a struggle.

The dull ache in your lower abdomen had intensified this morning, but you powered through, like you always did.

But now, sitting in your living room, you were curled up on the couch, trying to distract yourself with a book, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the discomfort.

The cramps, the bloating, the mood swings. The things you never really talked about.

Oscar had been busy with Formula 1 preparations all week. He had barely been home, and you knew it was hard for him to balance his intense schedule and the time he spent with you.

But when he did have free moments, he always made it a point to check on you. His texts were constant, his concern never lessening.

"How are you feeling?" he’d ask. And you’d always reply with a simple "I’m okay," hoping it would be enough to keep him from worrying.

But today… you weren’t okay. You felt like you were falling apart.

A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. You groaned quietly, not feeling like entertaining anyone.

But when the door opened, there he was, your tall, handsome boyfriend, with his signature grin that always made your heart flutter.

"Hey" Oscar said softly, stepping inside and locking eyes with you.

His smile faltered when he saw your slumped posture, the way your eyes were barely open, and the way you clutched the blanket around you like it was your lifeline.

"Hey" you whispered, trying your best to sit up straighter.

He didn’t say anything at first, just set his bag down and walked toward the couch, his eyes never leaving you.

He bent down to check your forehead, brushing a few strands of hair out of your face.

"You’re burning up," he murmured. "What’s going on? You look pale."

"It’s just… my body," you said quietly. You didn’t want to burden him with your health issues again. "I’ll be fine."

Oscar wasn’t buying it. He leaned in, his hand resting gently on your shoulder.

"No, you’re not fine. You haven’t been fine for a while. Talk to me, please. I want to help you"

You sighed, looking away for a moment, feeling the familiar weight of shame settle in your chest.

It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him—Oscar had always been so kind, so understanding—but it was hard to let someone in when you felt like your body was betraying you.

"I have PCOS," you said softly, your voice trembling slightly. "It messes with my hormones and causes pain, bloating, weight gain... and sometimes I just feel so... tired. I try to push through it, but today it’s just too much."

Oscar’s face softened with understanding, and he immediately sat next to you on the couch, pulling you into his arms without hesitation.

You felt the warmth of his body against yours and, for a brief moment, the pain eased. His arms were a safe haven, a comfort, and the world outside seemed to slow down.

"I’m so sorry you’re going through this" Oscar said gently. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

"I didn’t want to worry you" you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t want you to think that I’m weak."

Oscar tilted your chin up, making sure you looked into his eyes.

"You’re not weak," he said firmly. "You’re one of the strongest people I know. And I’m here for you, always. You don’t have to hide this from me."

You swallowed the lump in your throat, the tears threatening to spill. You didn’t know why you had been so afraid to open up to him.

Maybe it was because, in a way, you didn’t feel deserving of his care.

But now, wrapped in his arms, with his warmth surrounding you, that fear began to fade.

Oscar’s fingers gently brushed through your hair, the soft caress grounding you.

"What can I do to make you feel better? I hate seeing you like this"

"You’re already doing it," you whispered, leaning into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Just being here helps."

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"I’m glad. But I’m also going to make sure you’re comfortable. You need rest, and I can help with that."

You pulled back slightly to look up at him, surprised.

"You don’t have to do anything. You’ve got your own things to deal with."

Oscar shook his head, his eyes serious now.

"No, I’m making it a priority to take care of you. You’ve been taking care of me, of everything else. Now it’s my turn."

With that, he stood up, offering you his hand to help you stand.

"Let’s get you into bed, yeah? I’ll make you some tea, maybe a warm compress for your stomach. You just relax. I’ll take care of everything else."

You let him help you to your feet, and as he guided you toward the bedroom, you felt a small but important sense of relief.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t managed your condition before, but having someone who cared so deeply, someone who didn’t shy away from your struggles, made all the difference.

As you settled into bed, Oscar busied himself in the kitchen.

You could hear the sound of water boiling and the faint clinking of utensils as he prepared everything you’d need.

When he returned, he had a cup of herbal tea in one hand and a warm compress in the other.

He set everything down beside you on the bed, carefully placing the compress on your abdomen.

"This should help with the cramps," he said softly, sitting beside you once more. "Drink your tea, and I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep."

The warmth of the compress, the scent of the tea, and Oscar’s presence all combined to make you feel more at ease than you had in days.

You wrapped your hands around the warm cup, savoring the heat that seeped into your cold fingers.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "For everything."

Oscar smiled down at you, his eyes full of love and understanding.

"Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime."

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Hi! I wanna request smth for batboys with their childhood friend!s/o 🤗

Childhoo friends to lover is my fav trope ✨️

So hcs of them accidentally kissing their crush aka childhood friend!s/o and their crush returning the kiss?

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-> Dick: You used to follow Dick around like white on paper, just doing anything you could to impress him. Dick knew you'd try to do exactly what he did and sometimes he'd do pretty dangerous things. Most of the time, you'd opt out or excel with no problem, but other times it didn't turn out so well.

Mary ran in the room hearing the loud bang seeing you holding your arm crying, Dick was trying everything he could to try to calm you down.

"No, no, no, I'm so sorry. I thought you could do it. Are you okay?" Dick asks not even noticing his mother come in. Mary knelt down next to you and started to check your arm.

"I'm so sorry, Mom. Is she gonna be okay?" Clark asks with worry since it was his idea to see if you could do a front flip and turns out you can't.

"Richard, I've told you a million times you need to stop encouraging her in places that aren't safe. You need mats on the floor and an adult, you didn't learn these things on your own." Mary continues to check your arm noticing your discomfort.

"It's definitely broken, Sweetie. I'll have John call your mom and we'll get you to the hospital." Mary trys to comfort you, handing you the stuffed animal you and Dick would always trade from house to house.

For some reason in Dick's seven year old brain broken arm meant they'd have to cut it off and he held you the entire ride apologizing every time he could.

"I'm so sorry. This is all my fault, you're my best friend and this is all my fault. I'm so sorry."

You had passed out in the hospital room after getting your arm wrapped in a blue cast. Dick slept next to you in the hospital bed, his arms wrapped around you. John and Mary just let him stay there cause he threw a fit and screamed every time he was told he couldn't be next to you.

Dick waited on your hand and foot due to blaming himself partially and because he loves you so much. To a seven-year-old, he's just your best friend, but as he looks back on it years later, he definitely had a massive crush on you.

-> Jason: Jason, being the troublemaker he was, decided it was a great idea to jump the neighbor's chain-link fence to get into your yard easier, which was all great and dandy until he tore his leg open on the fence. Jason quickly made his way to your house and let himself in.

"I got that all on camera, Stupid."

"Stupid? Who are you calling stupid? You invited me over, remember? It's rude to be impolite to guests." Jason said as he got into the fridge, the gash on his leg was bleeding even more now.

"No, impolite is stupid when you can just use the door. You know? The door involves no jumping, climbing, or chain link." You narrowed your eyes and gently shoved him onto a kitchen chair.

"I thought your parents were home." He says as he winces when you pull his pant leg up, his breath hitching when you get on your knees in front of him.

"Don't get your britches tight, Todd." You respond to his reaction, as you lift the pant leg up to get a look at the wound, immediately getting the first aid to clean it.

"You're so sweet, Angel...Wait you're not gonna kiss it?" He asks as you wrap him up after cleaning the wound.

"It's not big enough to kiss, Jay." You tell him which causes him to whine like a child.

"Oh my god." You roll your eyes and kiss his thigh which makes him smile, you'd been kissing his boo boos since you first met him stealing things out of your dad's garage and you had hit him on the head with a bat. He's always gonna want a kiss on every scrape and bump he gets, it's only gotten worse since he became Robin and the Red Hood.

-> Bruce: "Ha ha! I gotchu!" You ran after Bruce around the Wayne Gardens. Martha and Thomas had the hardest time separating the two of you, Bruce would beg to go see you, and you'd beg your parents to go see him.

"I bet you can't do this!" You giggled as you tried to do a cartwheel in the nice easter dress your parents picked out for you. Before the end of the afternoon, you both needed to be hosed off, which became a yearly recurrence even after Bruce's parents passed. You had thrown mud at his window until he came down, and you tackled him. It was the first time Alfred had seen him smile since they passed.

"You are such a jerk!" He laughs and rolls you over into the mud, able to forget about his dead parents even just for a few minutes.

Prom came, and how he asked you was rolling himself in mud, and spreading the word prom all over the freshly power-washed concrete in mud. Of course, you said yes. You'd had a crush on him forever and even though your parents made Bruce pay for the powerwashing guys to come back, it was still definitely worth it

-> Tim: Tim and you would both sneak out of the house to go into the nearby forest to go adventuring. Both his parents and yours had told him to stop doing it and that it's dangerous. Neither of you listened of course.

One night you both had stolen one of the tents from the garage to stay out there. You had told your parents you were staying at Tim's and Tim had told his parents the opposite.

It was a lovely night, you two watched the sunset together through the trees, caught fireflies, and watched a movie on his tablet after stargazing a bit. Tim's heart hammered as you fell asleep on his chest.

Tim knew he'd get you both in trouble for doing all this, but it all seemed worth it to have a pretty girl sleeping on his chest. He brushed the hair from your face. He didn't know what he was feeling, but it was coming on fast, both of you only being ten or eleven, but he just was head over heels since that moment, he thinks of it every time he sees fireflies or the clear night sky. You have him wrapped around your finger since that night, all he needed to do was work up the courage to ask you out now. He just doesn't wanna ruin the close friendship you have, but if he doesn't ask, he'll regret it forever.

-> Damian: You giggled, jumping down from where you were hidden, jumping onto his back. Damian had known you were there, he just had wondered how long you could stay up there, but after an hour, he figured he'd walk under you and see what you'd do.

"I knew you were up there. You've been up there for so long. I'm surprised you didn't start giggling and give it away. I'm impressed, Dove." Damian rarely smiles around anyone unless it's you, he held your thighs and held you up against him.

"Dove?" You ask, holding onto him tighter so you don't fall. Smiling and giggling whilst Damian carries you throughout the base. Thankfully, his mother wasn't around, and Ra's loves you to bits. Of course, Ra's wants Damian to do well as a soldier, but he likes to see his grandson smile. Ra's has always valued Damian's happiness as well as his education and training.

"Yeah, Dove. That's what I'm calling you, like it or not." He pushes you back onto a training mat, which causes you to let out an oof noise.

"Well, now you can't tell me I can't call you Dami anymore."

"I don't mind if you call me that, just don't around my mother. I don't want anything bad to happen to you."

"Awww, you're worried about me." You hook your calf around his knee and pull him on top of you, tickling him.

"Ngh." He pushed himself off you so he wouldn't start to laugh. "Of course, I'm worried about you. I don't want you to mysteriously disappear, Dove. I love you- I mean...You matter to me a lot...I- Ugh, fuck it, I love you. I'm tired of acting like I don't."

You blush and pull him closer, kissing his cheek, but as soon as you do, you hear Talia clear her throat as she makes her way into the training room. You kissed his cheek and quickly left before she noticed you "bothering" her son.

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best friend!Steve Harrington x shy!reader where you get asked on a date, something that has never happened before/never been something he had to worry about because usually the combination of you being so reserved and him hovering kept men from trying any funny business. Steve knows the guy, hates the guy, and spends days trying to convince you not to go on the date (because he doesn’t like the guy… certainly could not possibly be for any other reason…) and eventually you confront him and ask why he cares so much and tooth rotting fluff ensues. Steve dials the guy’s number himself after so you can cancel.

last minute cancel

wc: 3k

cw: mentions of cheating (not from Steve or r), hurt/comfort, angst?, fluffffffff, happy ending, maybe Steve being rude?

a/n: thank u sooo much for the request<333 i hope you enjoy it :D!!!!

Steve has been your best friend for years. 

You met him in high school, just before his “King Steve’ era, and from the moment you two became friends it was like you were glued to the hip. 

During school he was boyish and charming, always alluring to anyone near him.  But with you he was different. Not that he wasn't any of those amazing qualities, but he was far more than that. With you he never faltered when it came to taking care of you. Thinking of you before himself, making sure you are always okay, it was a protectiveness that you were continuously thankful for. 

No one else got this version of Steve, not even Kathy or Stella. The two recent girls on his roster. However recently Steve told you that Kathy dumped him because you went to the movies with them so maybe it’s just Stella. 

Unlike all of the other girls in school you weren't all over him, which could be the reason all those dates were shocked– feeling like they were interrupting something when it came to you two. Which in a sense they were. You and Steve had a way of doing things, a system that has been going for about 5 years. So when Kathy threw a fit about movie nights it’s not even an issue for Steve to call her the next morning saying they won't work out. 

You were too shy to do the things Steve did, it’s what made you two work so well together. He would go to the parties and date the girls while you sat there listening. Interested in all the gossip you're not involved in but still get to know about. For some reason people tell Steve everything, never thinking when he gets home that he would call you to spill all the secrets. 

–

Both of you sat on Steve's bed with your first bowl of popcorn laid between the two of you. The movie was ready, all you had to do was press play, but you had just gotten to his house so now is the time he tells you all the gossip. 

You felt like you were already watching a movie, the way Steve was so animated with his storytelling. His eyes would go wide as his hands would copy the words he says. You could sit and listen to him tell you stories for hours, he reenacts things so well and all the drama added is the cherry on top. 

Only once he was done talking it was your turn, and truly you don't know how you've kept this from him for this long. You have never been able to lie to Steve, not that this was a lie, more of a kept secret. Still something happened to you and you didn't immediately call Steve about it which was weird for you. 

But a guy asked you out a few days ago and it was something so out of the blue for you that you just had to tell Steve in person. Knowing your best friend will have the best reaction to your exciting news, along with help on how to go about it. 

So when he went quiet you began to start. 

“Okay so y’know how I was at the bookstore the other day?” You ask, the smile you have on your face makes Steve smile. This must be good, he thinks. 

“Yeah, you wanted to find a new diary right?” 

“Exactly, and while I was looking I was just so into the journals, I guess, and I took a step back and a guy caught me!” The way you gleam almost fools Steve in that moment. 

“Did he catch you or did you just walk into him and his body was right there?” Steve doesn't really know where this conversation is going but he’s not sure he likes it. 

“His hands literally wrapped around my waist Steve, he caught me, like my literal hero. Anyways, I ended up talking to him, and you’ll never guess what happened!” 

“Uh, he said sorry for being in your way?” His eyebrows raise with the question. 

You roll your eyes at his antics. “No. He asked for my number. My number, Steve.” 

“And did you give it to him?” 

Steve hasn't really had to deal with you and guys. In school guys knew not to ask you out, Steves hovering too extreme for any of them to try anything. And now that you are out of high school, you don't go to any gatherings to meet new people. A little bit too much of an introvert for it. But now Steve isn't always around, no one knows their place when it comes to the two of you. Kathy was pure proof of that. 

“Well yes, of course. It’s not everyday a guy asks for my number.” You’re kneeling on his bed now, so hyped up from your retelling of your own story.  

The way he doesn’t really move makes you a little worried. You always give a great big reaction to his stories, let alone his dates. A little cheer or a smile would help you out. 

“Well who is this guy anyways, you get a name?” 

“Um, Dean Mills.” You say drawing back to your conversation with him. 

“Dean Mills as in from English class that always snored?” His hand goes to his mouth in a faux gasped expression. 

“I don't know Steve, I wasn't in that class with you.” Your body deflates from his witty comeback that is unhelpful in every way. 

His questions have ruined your mood, you back hits his headboard and your irritation spikes just a little higher. He isn't being supportive at all, if anything he’s just making fun of you. It’s understood to not take you seriously, you never get asked out by guys. But does Steve really think you’re so awful that the idea of a guy being into you seems so funny?

“You do know that he totally got kicked from the football team for sleeping with all the cheerleaders right?” Steve sits up now, a hand pressed deep into his mattress to hold himself up. 

“You don't even know if this is the same guy Steve, how are you just gonna write off the first guy I tell you about?” 

The fold of your arms and the slight pout of your lips has Steve feeling bad. He’s really trying to look out for you here, nothing more nothing less. 

“M’sorry, honey. You're right, has he called you yet?” 

It takes you a second to respond because no, he hasn't called you yet. But the last thing you want to do is tell Steve that, it would just further prove his stupid point. 

“It just happened two days ago Steve.” You say with a huff. Movie night doesn't feel needed anymore. You weren't even supposed to have it today, normally it’s saturdays but Steve has a date on saturday so you moved it. One that you helped him pick an outfit for, with no quips or jokes coming from you. 

You pull yourself to the edge of his bed, not really wanting to leave your hang out, you even wanted to sleep over. But right now Steve doesn't feel like he has even a hint of happiness for you. It feels devastating, and you don't even know why he’s being so unsupportive. 

“I think I should head home.” Your legs dangle from the edge of his bed, his long legs get into it way easier than your short ones. 

Steve's sigh is loud from behind you. You can also hear his hand run over his face and into his hair. He didnt mean for you to get upset with him, but if he has the right Dean Mills, which he 100% does, he knows this guy is just using you for a hookup. 

“I am just trying to make sure that you’re doing the right thing, going out with this guy.”

You still don't look at him when he says it. The only thing that could be heard in his room is the sound of you putting your shoes back on. It’s a quick motion, like you positively need to get out of there and it makes Steve’s heart break in two. 

“Why is it so hard for you to think that a guy could just like me?” Your head turns sharply to look at him, finally. But the look on your face makes him wish you didn't, your brows are furrowed, eyes squinted. 

“Honey that’s not..I meant that-” 

“I’ll see you later Steve.” You say it so quickly as you leave his room that he almost misses it. The slam of his front door, however, can't go unmissed. It’s loud, saying everything that needs to be said. 

Yeah, maybe Dean hasn't called you yet, and so what if he was some douche in high school? Like Steve wasn't? You weren't the same as you were in high school, people change. The growth from high school to now is what you hope to see from people and Dean seems to have grown, unlike Steve and his stuck in set ways. 

It was really heartbreaking that Steve just wrote this whole thing off. You never do that to him, despite how badly you want to. Stella isn't lasting you knew that the second you met her. And the same thing happened with Kathy, but did you tell him that? No, you stood there and helped him pick things out for these girls who didn't know him half like you did. 

–

That night Dean had called you asking you out on a date. It was in two days, at a nice restaurant that just opened but had great reviews. You said yes, trying to wipe everything that Steve had said to you from your mind. There was no way his opinions would ruin this for you, the first date you've had in a while. 

 Steve even tried to call you for your nightly call but you didn't answer. Too upset with him to act like everything was normal and hear about the things he did while you supported every breath and movement. There was a split second that you forgot you were mad at him, it was right after Dean called you. Your next immediate response was to dial Steve's number to tell him how Dean had officially asked you out, but you didn't. 

Once morning reached your window the light flowing through your room, waking you up, your anger still sat in your chest. Heavy and painful just as it was the day before. Possibly even worse since the loud sound of a ring stopped you from going back to sleep. 

The phone on the wall was too far, and your body was still limp with the grip of sleep trying to pull you back in. You let the phone go– trying to find that dream that left you all too soon. But it rang again, somehow even louder this time now that your foggy mind didn't halfway block it out. 

Your body brought you to the wall before your mind knew where you were, picking up the phone. 

“Hello?” The grogginess in your voice was present, anyone on the other line could tell you had just woken up. 

“Hey, sorry did I wake you up?” Steve's voice boomed through the phone, loud and perfectly clear unlike your mumbled words. 

“Steve, it's so early.” Your words come out in a stern tone, like you could lecture him on why he shouldn't call people early in the morning because they might just be sleeping. 

“I know, I'm sorry, but I really just needed to talk to you.” 

He could apologize, tell you how bad he feels about the way he reacted. Maybe talk to you about the things you could wear and say to make the date go well. Or at least that's what you hope he'll say, just wanting to talk to your best friend about an important thing that happened to you. 

It’s what makes you stay on the phone, humming as if to say ‘go on’. 

“I talked to Stella about Dean, I was just trying to see if she knew anything about him and what he's been up to y’know? And she told me that she saw him at a party cheat on his girlfriend with three other girls. Three girls!” 

Of course Steve asked Stella, he had to know everything about this dude. And thank god he did or else you would be going out with him. He would hate to see you heartbroken over some idiot who didn't deserve you in the first place.  That was his whole intention with all of this, nothing else. 

“Is that really what you called me to say?” The new tone in your voice is laced with venom. No longer stuck in a sleepy state. 

“I am just trying to protect you–” 

“I don't need your protection Steve, next time you call I hope you have something a little more sincere to say.” And the line goes quiet. Only a quiet beep letting him know you hug up on him. 

What Steve didn't get to tell you was that question to Stella got him another slammed door. Apparently asking the girl you're seeing about another girl isn't the best idea. But Steve had to do it, for you. 

Everything he does is for you. You're on his mind the second he wakes up from his dream about you and right before his eyes shut letting sleep take him away. The way you care about him way more than any of his dates ever would, or how you sincerely understand him. Why he is the way he is and how despite him not being the best, you don't run from him. Always sweet and generous in every sense of the word. Steve doesn't think he could ever live without you, even with this day and a half long fight he finds himself struggling to get by. 

And deep down you felt the same. Maybe that's why this all hurt so much. 

This realization in Steve was what brought him to your doorstep the next day. A beautiful bouquet in his hands as an apology along with a script he's currently going over in his head as he waits for you to open the door. That is if you open the door. 

Steve knows he hasn't exactly been fair. Telling you what you should and shouldn't do has never been something he does regularly. 

Too stuck in his own mind he misses the sight of you coming down the stairs through the window. But when you open the door with your hair curled and a nice dress that snaps Steve right out of it. The lipstick you have on makes the blush on your cheeks pop, a perfect match. 

“Steve, I really don't have time, I have a date and–” You say, turning your head to look at the time on the clock near you. 

“Cancel it.” Steve didn't even know you had a date, you hadn't told him. 

“What?” This makes you look back at him quickly. Any quicker and he thinks you might have given yourself whiplash. 

“Cancel it. Stay with me tonight, please.” His plea sounds so heart wrenching. As if it might utterly ruin him if you left. 

“Steve, I can't just cancel, it's like 40 minutes.” Your wide eyes widen even more at his begging. 

“He’s not gonna give you what you need. He doesn't know you or get you like I do and no one ever will. It’s me and you and you know it.” It comes out in one breath, quick and hurried. He removes one hand from the bouquet and grabs for your own. You don't move away or even flinch at the touch. 

“What about Stella?” He could almost laugh at your question, how could you even think about that right now? It proves his point of you always being so thoughtful, even when he didn't deserve it. 

“Stella was never anything serious, nothing like us. I promise just cancel, we can talk everything out. I just need you here, with me.” His grip on your hand tightens, not wanting you to pull away. Almost as if the tighter he holds onto you the less likely you will leave. 

And after a minute of thinking all you do is nod. It’s enough of an answer for Steve as he elopes you in a hug, your arms immediately follow suit as they wrap around his neck. You can feel the leftover water from the flowers on your back and it makes you shutter. 

“You got me flowers?” You ask, letting go of the hug to get a good look at them. 

“Yeah, I wanted to say I'm sorry, for y’know, being a ass.” 

You look even prettier with his flowers in hand, it somehow matches your dress perfectly. As if you two were the ones that had a date and planned it all out. And maybe you should, you did get all dressed up. But for right now that seems quite far away. 

“I can't believe I’m canceling.” The laugh that comes out sounds genuine like the situation you're in was only possible in your dreams. 

“I can cancel for you if you want.” His hands on your hips feel so soothing and relaxing in this moment, like he was the perfect thing to ground you. 

“Yeah? You’re gonna tell Dean how I need to cancel because a much cuter boy came to my door with flowers?” Your arms revert to their spot around his neck, flowers in hand and all. 

“I mean it is the truth isn't it?” You throw your head back as you laugh, Steve pulls you closer and when you are face to face with him again your noses almost touch. 

“I’d hate to lie.” The smile you show is paired with a shrug. 

“Well, let's get to it honey.” Steve says letting you go, squeezing your hips lightly before letting you turn to go inside. 

Let’s just say Dean didn't really appreciate Steves message. 

[shaddork]

Worry not! I have something in the works for this. It IS a soulmate AU, however because I am still me, it’s still slowburn.

It will have; Identity crisis’, missing people, medical inaccuracies, LOTS of animals (this is both a positive and a negative), an ungodly amount of southernisms, and the most unhelpful soulmate marks known to man.

I anticipate the first chapter will be out in a few days (probably), but until then feel free to check out my other fics! Such as;

The Star that Wouldn't Die Jason Todd x Reader -Childhood Friends -Slowburn -Best friends to strangers to lovers -Ongoing Guess Whose Wearing My Scar? Dick Grayson x Reader -Fluff -Short fic -The start to building out the soulmates AU for the Damian fic!

Wedding Crashers Dick Grayson x Reader -Fluff -This one is just really fun and a 8.7k word oneshot

Thanksgiving Surprise Jason Todd x Reader -Jason kept having a whole family a secret from the batfam

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just to gauge opinions...Damian Wayne and Southern reader. I cannot tell if this is actually funny or if I'm just delusional.

"Poor thing's been rode hard and put up wet"

"She's been what?"

"Rode hard and put up wet. Means she's had a rough time"

"Your speaking is inefficient"

"Well I'll be, Devil's beatin' his wife again"

"Excuse me?"

"It just means it's rainin' while the sun's out."

"That is not a logical correlation."

"Well butter my butt and call me a biscut"

"...Why would I ever-"

"It means i'm surprised, calm down."

The whole situation has so much potential.

[dailynnt]

ONE NIGHT AS THE PRICE OF A REQUEST

⋆˙⟡ Summary: You hate your neighbor Jungkook, but you have to ask him to pretend to be your boyfriend at a party to get rid of your annoying boss. He agrees, but you don't even imagine what you'll have to pay him with. Everything goes according to plan until Jungkook reveals his true price during the dance: one night with him or your life in the neighborhood will be hell.

⋆˙⟡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook/Y/N

⋆˙⟡ Age restrictions: 18+

⋆˙⟡ Index of chapters: ≣

⋆˙⟡ Number of chapter: 18/?

⋆˙⟡ Tags: enemies-to-neighbors-to-lover, fake relationship, hate to desire, dom!Jungkook, heated blackmail, one bed trope (later more than one bed), undeniable chemistry, forced deal, mutual obsession, dangerous game, unexpected feelings, passion on edge, impossible to resist, tension and desire, unprotected sex, sexual tension, slow burning

⋆˙⟡ From author: This chapter comment turned out way longer than expected 😅 so you’ll find it at the end of the chapter 👇🏻 I’ve become so chatty, haven’t I? 😃 I know some of you aren’t fans of long comments, but I had to share all this with you 🥺❤️‍🔥 Yours truly, Tiger Lily 🧡

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Chapter 18. A real arranged marriage

The sun had already disappeared behind the horizon, leaving only a light, pinkish-blue haze in the sky. The air was fresh after the heat of Jeju, but it was still hard to breathe, as if every breath was an invisible burden.

Everything looked as if nothing had changed. The same group of friends returning from a carefree vacation. The same Icheon airport, calm and routine. The same Jungkook, who took turns saying goodbye to everyone, hugging, nodding, smiling.

But in reality, everything has changed.

You followed Jungkook in saying goodbye to his friends, smiling politely, playing along with the jokes, promising to see him soon. However, inside, everything was shrinking into a small ball of anxiety. All day you felt like you were on pins and needles. You wanted to be alone, to digest the news that was hanging inside you like a heavy, throbbing stone.

When it was Namjoon's turn, you gave him a quick hug - warm enough, but brief. Just enough not to offend him, and not too much to make Jungkook jealous again.

The last person you said goodbye to was Haewon. She hugged you gently, a little longer than you expected. Leaning back, but not letting go of your arms, she whispered with a sly smile:

"I'll send you the video like I promised. We were all so drunk, but it's a good thing I recorded your vows and your first kiss."

You smiled as sincerely as you could. Although there was a wave of conflicting emotions inside.

"Don't worry, when you have the time, you'll send it to me," you said in a friendly tone.

When you finally got into Jungkook's car, the silence between you became too loud. He started the engine and slowly pulled out of the parking lot. The headlights cut a shadow on his face - handsome, focused, unusually silent.

You automatically opened your phone. Social media. Messengers. Nothing new. No mentions. No messages. All the things you've already watched on the plane several times.

The network was silent. No mention of your wedding to Jungkook, Manager Lee seemed to have the situation well under control. But for how long?

You locked your phone and dropped it to your lap. And then you looked at Jungkook. And at his hand.

His gold wedding ring glinted in the streetlight as he turned the wheel. A small, round reminder that this wasn't just a deal anymore.

This is a marriage.

A legal one, officially registered. And although on the outside Jungkook looked the same-your neighbor, your partner in agreement, the man you feel something for...

Now he was more than all of that. He was your husband.

And this thought sent a chill through your body. You were not ready for this. Your freedom, your caution, your control-everything break. You turned away to look out the window. You remembered the conversation this morning, the one that made you keep the ring on.

"Are you sure this certificate is real?" Jungkook asked his manager seriously, looking at you. You froze with a frightened expression. It was as if you couldn't quite believe it was true. Your brain refused to believe that the wedding on the beach was real.

"Yes, Jungkook-nim. It was sent in an official letter." Lee said calmly. Jungkook looked at you, and you couldn't tell what he was feeling. Was he shocked? Was he angry? Or was he happy? He didn't take his eyes off you, and you only clutched the blanket tighter.

"Okay. You're sure no one else had access to it?" Jungkook asked.

"No one," the manager replied shortly. "Judging by your reaction, this was not planned?"

Jungkook allowed himself to smile.

"Yes, Manager Lee. It was an accident," he said through the smile. But you didn't share his levity. It wasn't funny to you. The fact that the marriage was real was a disaster.

"So what are we going to do?" asked Manager Lee. You get out your leg that Jungkook was holding under the covers and moved to the other side of the bed. You gathered the blanket around your body, preparing to go to the bathroom. Jungkook followed you with his eyes, while giving instructions to the manager.

"Do your best to keep my parents and the media from finding out. This must remain a secret. For now. I'll be back in Seoul today, and we be talking about that, this’s not a phone conversation."

You were walking by when you suddenly felt Jungkook grab your wrist. You weren't expecting it - you got tangled up in the length of the blanket and literally fell into his lap. He still had the phone to his ear, but his other arm wrapped around you.

"I'll try to do that," you heard Manager Lee's voice say, "But it’s can't hide this for long. Someone from the registry office, someone from the staff in Jeju-anything can come out."

You looked at Jungkook intently, but he seemed to remain calm.

He nodded, even though Lee couldn't see it. His eyes were fixed on you, confused, in a blanket, a little disheveled, after a night that changed everything.

"Hold on to this information as long as you can. If there is anything urgent, call me," Jungkook said and hung up. His attentive gaze made your heart race. "Are you running away again?" he asked purring, with a slight smile on his lips, "but you're my wife now, you can't run far."

Your insides clenched at this fact. You looked him in the eye a few more seconds and then turning away.

"This isn't funny Jungkook!" you said seriously, "We need to get an annulment quickly."

The smile on Jungkook's face slowly slipped away and his eyebrows drew together slightly.

"Why would we do that?" he asked, squeezing you tighter.

"Because we didn't planned to a fake marriage, it was only supposed to be a fake relationship," you reminded him. Jungkook's eyes sparkled with undisguised disappointment.

"But our relationship hasn't been fake for a long time," Jungkook stated.

You froze.

Your brain didn't want to address the topic. Not now. Not like this, not with the ring on your finger, not in this room after everything that had happened in the last two days.

"But call them real can't either," you blurted out. And as soon as you said it, you realized it was true. You couldn't fully understand what was going on between you and Jungkook. So from the very moment you asked him to play the role of your boyfriend, everything between you was mixed up: your enmity with physical desire, your fake relationship with needing each other, your sex with controlling feelings. Everything was strange and unlike anything normal. And now to this was added a marriage that, instead of being a joke, turned out to be real.

"Why aren't they real?" Jungkook wondered. "As for me, they are very real."

You clicked your tongue, turning away. On the one hand, you liked that Jungkook thought your relationship was real, but the presence of the agreement made did not give you a sense of peace. You couldn't fully relax and accept that there was no longer a deal and that what you had was real. You still feel like it's all a game and that sooner or later it will end.

Jungkook looked intently at your profile, trying to read your true emotions. But you didn't even realize what you were feeling. Being his wife was not something you were ready for.

"Kitten... we've been out of the agreement for a long time. You are mine, and you know it. We're together because we want to be." His words seemed to strip you bare. They removed the shield from your deepest desires. And you're actually glad he said it out loud.

Jungkook is right, there is no agreement for a long time, and you don't even remember at what point it disappeared. It has long since become just an excuse.

But marriage? Anyway, this is a serious step. And you took it when you were completely drunk, unconsciously went for it, and unconsciously said any words that you can't even remember. This is not how you imagined your wedding. It wasn't supposed to be drunk and random.

You looked at Jungkook and realized that this man ignites your whole being, and maybe in the future you even dreamed of becoming his wife. However, you are not satisfied with the fact that this marriage took place without a conscious choice.

"If it's a real relationship, it's a mess," you summarize quietly. "But marriage? Jungkook, do you have any idea what that means?" you said in frustration, turning to face him. A silence fell between you. "It's all just nonsense with the flavor of disaster," you broke the silence.

"It's not nonsense," Jungkook said seriously, "On the contrary. This is my chance to get out of that damned contract marriage with Sukhi..." You felt the blood rushing in your ears. "I'm not going to annul this marriage..."

"Jungkook..." you wanted to protest, but he cut you off.

"Right now, I'm going to do everything I can to keep it quiet for now. And when the time is right, we'll say it out loud. Now they can't force me to marry Sukhi, because I'm already married. Why didn't I think of this before...?" Jungkook smiled, but you couldn't bring yourself to smile.

It's so easy for him: easy to have sex without feelings, and now easy to get married without a conscious choice. This angered you. You wanted to stand up, but Jungkook's strong arms held you in your seat.

"Jungkook!" you said angrily, trying to get out of his arms.

"Listen," he held you back, "I realize that this is unfair for you. You weren't going to marry me. And I have no goddamn right to force you to... But I need this marriage..." he was silent for a moment, as if he had forced himself not to say more. For some reason, you were more nervous. And when you made another attempt to escape from his arms, you found yourself on the bed, pressed down by Jungkook on top of you. You opened your eyes and saw how close he was. His handsome face was just a few centimeters away. "...and you. I need you..."

You froze at his sincerity. He wasn't talking about a deal right now and you knew it, but something was stopping you, you were afraid that this world that doesn't love you could take Jungkook away from you. You were afraid that if you gave yourself the opportunity to feel happy, you would lose everything.

"I'm not ready... I'm not ready to be your wife..." you whisper, shaking your head. Jungkook gently turned it back, taking you on the chin with two fingers.

"But you've already become that one," he said quietly. You looked into each other's eyes and you felt yourself slowly drowning in your mixed feelings.

"You don't understand!" your voice sounded desperate. "You can’t afford to play with this marriage like a new toy! Don't you realize that I... I will be the first to be destroyed if the truth comes out. The media will start looking for information about me, and you know exactly what they'll find. And when everyone finds out that I'm a bastard with an alcoholic mother, it will affect my life. I've been hiding it so hard. Jungkook... I can't take another public scandal." Tears were already filling your eyes, but you tried hard to hold them back.

"I'll take care of you," he said gently. "I won't let anyone hurt you. But if someone does, they will pay for it."

You huffed in disbelief, looking down between the two of you.

"You're can’t to shut up an entire country," you mumbled. Jungkook smiled playfully.

"You don't even know what your husband is capable of," Jungkook assured you with a smile. You looked up, holding back a smile. "Please," he whispered, "don't take the ring off."

Silence. You closed your eyes. The feeling was like smoke in your chest. Light, corrosive, and sweet at the same time. You wanted to say no. You had to say no. But instead... your hand remained on his shoulder. With the ring.

"We'll cancel it later. If that's what you want. But please trust me. I will protect you. You just have to stay by my side and pretend you're in love with me."

Tears rolled down your face. You sobbed softly. The truth was, you didn't have to pretend anymore. You are in love. And you feel that you will pay dearly for these feelings for him, but maybe it's worth it?

Suddenly you feel Jungkook's lips touch yours. He didn't deepen the kiss, at first he just kept your lips locked. And then he kissed you gently, lovingly. As if he had loved you all his life. You responded, thinking that this man would drive you crazy. Why do you always agree with everything he does?

Jungkook broke the kiss and slowly opened his eyes, and the way he looked at you at that moment broke the last of your barriers. He was no longer Jungkook - arrogant, narcissistic, unattainable. Now he was your husband. A man who carried passion, protection, and risk.

You tried to hold on. Not to panic and not to worry about what would happen soon, but scenarios kept popping up in your head. Some worse than others. And as if sensing your state, you felt Jungkook sneak a hand onto your knee.

You looked at his palm and then at him. You managed to force a smile, but your tension was too obvious for Jungkook.

"Are you okay?" he asked. It was hard for you to answer that question because you didn't know if you were okay. But you lied.

"Yes, I'm fine," you answered quietly, not quite sure.

Jungkook squeezed your knee a little harder, warmly, reassuringly. His eyes remained on the road, but his voice was gentle:

"Kitten, please don't think too much. Just trust me, I'll take care of everything."

You exhaled heavily, confirming that you had already thought too much.

"I can't stop thinking. When I imagine how your parents will react to this…" you admitted honestly, looking down at your interlocked fingers. "Or your 'fiancée'. It's going to be quite a show."

Jungkook didn't answer right away. His hand remained on your knee, pulsing with calm. Outside the window, fields and quiet houses passed by, the highway lost behind the curves. Inside the car, it was quiet and cozy.

"Hey..." his voice was soft. He turned away from the road for a moment and gently took your chin for a moment, forcing you to look at him. "I already said: I'll decide. This marriage is my responsibility. And I won't let you down. I promise."

Your heart sank. There was such confidence in his eyes, such courage that for a moment made you believe that nothing was really scary with him.

"You're very calm for a man who got married by accident," you muttered, still looking into his eyes.

"Why should I panic?" Jungkook smiled, but it was a smile with a slight shadow. "It's not the end of the world. It's just... an unconventional beginning."

You snorted, and a subtle smile appeared on your face.

From that moment on, you drove in silence. But this silence was not oppressive - it was warm. His hand slipped back onto your knee, a gesture that calmed you.

As you were reaching Seoul, familiar streets began to appear outside the window. You recognized the turn, then the traffic light at you always waited long, and then the supermarket in your neighborhood. And very soon, the tall building where your apartments were located.

Jungkook calmly parked the car at the main entrance. The engine stopped, and with it came a silence that immediately became tense. He turned to you and touched your thigh with his hand.

"I need to stop by the office," he said quietly. "But when I get back, I'll come straight to you."

You were sheepish. You wanted to be alone, to clear your head a little. You pressed your lips together for a moment and then took a deep breath:

"I'd like to be alone... if you don't mind."

Jungkook's eyes darkened. He looked at you carefully, assessing your condition. Confused, tired, tense. He could see it.

"If that's what you want, I won't come," he whispered gently and leaned closer, gently touching your lips. It was a warm, soothing kiss, almost like a hug. You could hardly stand that look. And those touches.

"I'll help you carry the suitcase..." Jungkook began, but you immediately shook your head.

"No, I'll do it myself. It's not worth it. You'll only waste time."

He sighed, raised his eyebrows, and said in a jokingly offended tone:

"You've just ruined my plan to stay with you for a few more minutes."

You smiled involuntarily. You didn't want to spoil his plans, and his words made you a little excited. Something warm spread through your chest.

"You'll have time to be with me." you said, still smiling.

Jungkook leaned closer again. His face was very close.

"Not today. And you know, even though you haven't gotten out of the car yet, I already miss you."

Your heart sped up. His kiss was different this time. There was more hunger in it. More need. More... feelings.

You responded, but barely managed to keep from losing control completely. He slowly pulled away and whispered:

"I had to do it... so that I could remember it before I went to sleep."

His words made your insides tremble and the feeling of butterflies filling your stomach came automatically. Jungkook got out of the car, walked around it, and opened the trunk. You followed. He took out your suitcase and set it on the sidewalk. You took it by the handle.

He leaned down again and gave you a quick kiss on the lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Jungkook said softly.

"Yes..." you replied, barely audible.

You walked into the apartment and immediately smelled a familiar scent: a slightly tart, yet delicate aroma of ginger and young coconut. You adored this scent. It was with this scent that your home began: the aroma diffuser appeared on the first day of your move in to fill your new apartment with a sense of comfort and warmth. And it became yours... until it began to be associated with Jungkook.

Why?

Perhaps because he was the only neighbor you had any interaction with. Every time you came home, something in the air reminded you of him. Your attention would involuntarily catch little things that had to do with him: the sound of his door slamming, a bass tune playing behind the wall, or a paper coffee cup on the floor next to your mailbox, just like the one he used to use.

You thought about him while breathing in that scent.

After you lived in the apartment for a month, you realized that Jungkook was not the best neighbor, in fact, he was a terrible neighbor. You remember one time when he was playing video games and didn't spare the shouting and the volume "for the best effect," as he explained to you later.

He was playing these games in the middle of the week, and you were angry. And when you were tired of putting up with it, you decided to go and ask him politely to turn down the volume and tell him that normal people use headphones for this.

You went out in your bathrobe, with your hair disheveled and your heart determined, and pressed the bell. You almost regretted it-but it was too late.

He opened the door. He was so relaxed, wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and with sparkling eyes that had something irritatingly seductive about them.

You thought he was too attractive, but his behavior was annoying. You asked him to be quiet because you had to wake up early for work. Jungkook looked you up and down, as if he was evaluating not only your words, but also... everything else. His smile was defiant and it made you feel uncomfortable.

When you asked him to turn down the game, he said he would turn down the volume, and then handed you his phone, which he pulled out of his shorts pocket. He said that you should write down your number in his phone and next time you won't have to come in person, although he wouldn't mind if you did.

You muttered unhappily that you hoped there would be no next time, because you asked him to remember that this was an apartment building and that you weren't the only one who could hear him, probably two floors down.

Your heart was pounding when you got back to your apartment, and you inhaled that same scent... you thought: how cunning he was, how easy it was to get your number.

The next fight was over the loud TV on your day off, when you were trying to concentrate on your reports. You came again. He met you in a bathrobe and offered to watch it together, saying that you were suffering in vain.

You refused. But your heart fluttered again, and again, breathing in the aroma of coconut, you thought: what is it about him

And then... there was the case of the pizza.

The delivery guy got the wrong door. You ordered food, and it went to his place. And as a normal neighbor, he would have sent a courier to you, but instead he paid for the delivery and for the food and wrote to you that if you wanted, you could come to his place for dinner. There was no end to your anger.

There were many reasons for your quarrels, and you fought more often than you said hello. But now you realize that it was his way of getting your attention. And he himself admitted that he liked to tease you.

It was fun for him. For you, it was a war.

And the day you asked him to be your boyfriend so that your boss would leave you alone. Jungkook condition to apologize on his knees, the conversation in his apartment.

When you got home, your heart was beating like crazy. You breathed in the air, and again felt this familiar aroma: coconut and ginger. And from that moment on, it became his.

Because every time your breath got out of control, you inhaled it. That smell. And with it, the memories of him.

You automatically took off your shoes, walked to the living room, sat down on the edge of the couch, and leaned against the armrest.

And you remembered.

Your fight right by the door, and you realize that this trip to Jeju has divided your life into before and after. You thought that you would never let Jungkook near you again in your life, because he screwed up and caused you to get fired from your dream job.

You gave him one last chance to make things right, but here's what you have: you admit that you fell in love with him, and you accidentally got married. Now, by law, you are his wife. The wife of a man you couldn't stand.

Fate really loves to play. And as Jungkook said, never say never.

You remember almost nothing from that night. You remember very vaguely putting on the dress, the ceremony itself, you remember Jungkook kissing you when you were in the room, he said some words but you can't remember. You also remember your sex after the wedding, it was intense. And you even begged him to stop. But not because you didn't want to. But because it was too much.

Your body instantly reacted to these memories. It throbbed between your legs, and an impulse ran through your walls. The thought of his strong body pressing pleasantly against you, his low, husky voice, his kisses, his big cock filling you, washed over you a wave of desire. And behind it, a wave of sadness.

You already miss him. Even though you asked for space.

You stood up and sat up straight, thinking that maybe he wouldn't listen to you and would come, which would be good, because you need him.

A few minutes later, your grandmother called. You talked to her, discussing simple things, and she asked you to come over when you could. You promised her that you would come as soon as possible, and when you said it, you felt like a criminal. How do you tell your grandmother that you accidentally married Jungkook? She'll be confused if you tell her, but you can't keep quiet about the marriage either. Or should I wait for now, maybe this marriage won't last long?

After talking to your grandmother, you feel hungry and decide to go to the convenience store to get some food. You were not in a good mood, so you bought some ramen, kimpab, and chocolate cakes.

When you returned, you turned on the kettle. You sat down on the floor by the coffee table, turned on the TV, poured boiling water over the ramen, and waited for it to cook and started eating. As you took a new portion of noodles, a ring caught your eye, and you couldn't help but keep your gaze on it. How strange this is for you. Being a Jungkook wife is something fromthe realm of the surreal.

You continued to eat, but you didn't taste much, but you felt something else: the tension dissolving. But also at the same time... how realization comes.

Your thoughts kept coming back to Jungkook. To his words, to his touch, to the way he looked at you in the car. About that fucking wedding, which you felt was going to be a big problem, no it was going to be a disaster.

You thought you were really in love with him. But the world didn't ask if you were ready for this turn of events. Time went ahead of you. And now... now you are married, but sleeping in different apartments. How did this happen?

Around nine in the evening, you heard the sound of Jungkook's combination lock on the door. He had come home. Your desire to see him increased exponentially, but you held back because you decided you needed to be alone.

You went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, you didn't feel like taking a bath, even though it was your favorite way to relieve tension. You dried yourself with a soft towel and put on a simple T-shirt and pajama pants. It was raining outside, so the apartment was cool.

You went to bed and got under the covers. But sleep did not come. You turned at bed a many times, listening to the rain outside the window. The sound of the drops hitting the window sill could not drown out the obsessive thoughts that were tearing at your head. So you picked up your phone and tried to distract yourself with it.

You were scrolling through your Instagram feed when you received a notification that Jungkook had written to you. Your heart instantly sped up. You clicked on the message:

📲 Jungkook: "It seems like it's been forever since I slept in bed alone... It feels so big."

You smiled. His hint was obvious. And something warm spread in your chest. You wanted to write him something in response, but your mind was empty, only the desire to be near him.

A minute later, another message came:

📲 Jungkook: "You read it so fast and don't answer? 😏"

You smile again, and throw an emoticon instead of replying:

📱You: "😶‍🌫️"

Jungkook replies almost instantly;

📲 Jungkook: "😁 Anyway, you need a break from me, so good night..."

You're about to say goodnight back when he adds another message.

📲 Jungkook: "my wife."

You froze in mid-word as you typed. Everything inside you shuddered when you read those two words. You locked your phone and lay down, staring at the ceiling.

Should you go to him? But you didn't know what to say to him. Is it normal for you to come to him in the middle of the night and tell him you miss him? You laughed out loud, covering your face with your hand. You're married with him, but you're afraid to go to him and tell him you miss his warmth. You put the phone down and tried to go back to sleep.

Forty minutes passed and you got out of bed. The desire to see him was too strong. It's like feeling thirsty, and to get rid of it, you need to take at least a sip of water, or even better, drink a bottle of cold water.

That's why you were already putting on a zip-up sweatshirt over your T-shirt. You took your phone in your hands. You left the apartment and stood in front of his door.

It was already late at night, and the silence in the hallway was like a vacuum. You pressed the call button. And you regretted it. He must be asleep... You were about to leave.

But the door opened.

Jungkook stood on the threshold, disheveled, with his torso exposed, wearing sweatpants that sat seductively on his hips. You gulped in a breath, your eyes sliding treacherously over his collarbones... his abs, and a little lower. You can’t notice an underwear under his pants.

You met his eyes and you felt your legs go weak. Jungkook seemed to be looking at you as if nothing existed around him. There was an awkward silence between you and you decided to speak first, because you were the one who came to him.

"Did I... probably wake you up?" you mumbled.

"I was awake," Jungkook said shortly. He leaned one hand on the doorjamb and smiled slyly. His gaze slid gently over you, from head to toe. And you felt déjà vu. Just like the moment when you came to ask him to be your boyfriend.

You looked at him, waiting for him to say "come in". But he was silent.

"I... came to say good night," you mumbled, trying not to drown in shame.

His laugh was low, warm, a little sly.

"Why didn't you text?" he asked, tilting his head. You were even more confused, and Jungkook's smile grew even bigger. You realized he was testing you. You raised your eyebrows and looked away.

"Isn't it obvious that I came to see you, and you're asking these stupid questions?"

He didn't answer. He just grabbed your wrist and literally dragged you into the apartment. The door slammed behind you. And at the same moment, his lips crashed into yours. A hot, greedy kiss that intertwined your tongues. You responded instantly, hugging his neck as he led you forward without breaking the touch.

Jungkook stopped and parted your lips. He smiled with satisfaction when you opened your eyes.

"I wanted to hear that you missed me," he murmured between you. He kissed you briefly on the lips and continued to lead you to the bedroom. And you didn't mind at all when he began to undo the zipper on your sweatshirt as he walked.

"I missed you," you finally whispered. "That’s real reason why I’m here."

Jungkook stopped, dropping your sweatshirt to the floor.

"I knew you wouldn't last long without me," he smiled. His gaze was warm, but his passion was burning. He brought your lips together again and kissed you, enjoying each of your lips in turn.

Before you knew it, you were in his bedroom. The bed touched your ankles, and in a moment he was already laying you on it. You spread your legs, letting him between your legs while he covered you with kisses, touching your body as if he had finally gotten something he had been craving.

"Kook..." you whispered, barely holding back a moan.

He put his hand on your hip, pressing his already aroused cock against your pussy. His breath hitched on your neck.

"Mmm?" he murmured as he continued to suck in your skin, leaving hot wet marks.

"Did you... did you talk to Manager Lee?" you gasped, trembling as you felt him start to move against you, building towards orgasm.

"Yes," he replied. Jungkook stopped and lifted your T-shirt higher. His eyes flashed with lust when he saw your bare breasts - you weren't wearing a bra. "Oh, fuck..." he whispered before his tongue slid over your nipple. You moaned, arching up against him.

Jungkook lingered at your breast, playing with one nipple with his tongue, then bit it lightly, and then moved on to the other. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your hands tightened on his shoulders, your nails slid over his skin, warm and taut with tension.

"Have you decided something?" you asked, barely able to get the words out. He pulled away from your chest and lay down next to you. His hand slid down to the edge of your pants, slowly, almost lazily. But his eyes were hungry, focused only on you. He caught your lips, completely possessing them.

Jungkook still didn't answer your question. His fingers touched you through the fabric of your underwear. He ran his fingers up and down, drawing out the moisture. Jungkook pulled away from your lips.

"Wet..." he whispered, penetrating your underwear. His fingers parted your folds and the next moment you felt him touch your clit. "You missed me with more than just your heart, didn't you?"

You bit your lip, unable to answer. You just closed your eyes, and your body curved toward him again. You moved your hips slightly to meet his fingers. His middle one entered your passage and you wanted more.

He pulled down your pants and panties without looking away and moved lower. His breath touched your thighs. His tongue touched your sweet moisture. You moaned, involuntarily spreading your legs even wider.

Jungkook caressed you with his tongue, knowing your every spot, every inch of your body, the one that would make you moan louder.

His tongue slid in circles around your clit, and his fingers gently penetrated inside, making you shudder with pleasure. You moaned over his head, louder, more frequently. There were no more thoughts in your head except for Jungkook and his skillful tongue.

"Are you close?" he asked as he lifted up, licking his lips. You nodded, faintly, unable to speak. You were really on the verge. "No, kitten, you're not going to cum now," he said, rising above you. You felt his hard cock touching your bare pussy, his lips near your ear. "I want you to scream my name when you come."

Jungkook got off you to take off his pants. You opened your eyes when you realized his warmth was gone. He pulled off his sweatpants and you understood that he was not wearing any underwear. It was expected, because you had suspected it the moment you saw him at the door.

He kept looking at you lustfully as his pants fell to the floor. Jungkook stood completely naked in front of you. You moved to the edge of the bed, keeping your eyes on his crotch. The way the tip dripped with pre-sperm made you want to taste it.

You took off your T-shirt and then looked up at Jungkook, who had already taken a step toward you, towering over you. He knew what you wanted, so he took his cock in his hands and rolled it up, standing in front of your face.

His pupils dilated and you smiled wider, licking your lips to moisten them.

"It’s my good girl want to make me feel good?" he asked, placing his hand on the top of your neck. His fingers get lost in your hair as he gently tilts you forward, touching the head of his cock to your lips. He runs his head over them, not pushing cock into your mouth. You grab onto his hips to have some support.

You tasted the saltiness of his pre-cum, and by inertia opened your mouth to receive it. But he withdrew his cock without entering.

You raised your eyes, looking at him. His gaze was completely dark, and a smile played on his lips. You took the length of it in your hand, and then, without taking your eyes off it, you leaned forward and ran your tongue along the tip.

Jungkook groaned as you took the head of his cock in your mouth and sucked on it, feeling it twitch, spurting more fluid onto your tongue. Your tongue swirled around the head, making him moan more louder.

You let go of his cock, which was glistening with your saliva, and licked your lips. You looked up at him again and smiled. It was like you were teasing him, but Jungkook wasn't the type to take it well.

He smiled back at you, breaking into a sigh, and then taking your chin in his other hand, he began to shove his full, hot cock into your mouth. You squeezed his thighs with your fingers as you felt him plunge the length of it into your mouth. You opened your jaw wide to let him go deep.

He stood still for a moment to enjoy your welcoming mouth. His hand on your neck went up to the back of your head, but he didn't do anything but keep it there.

"Fuck..." he cursed. "Fuck, it feels so good here..." he moaned softly. You took a deep breath and started moving your head. You made a few movements, feeling the saltiness of his cum on the tip of your tongue. Jungkook was pressing on the back of your head, moving his hips forward, sliding his cock over your tongue.

"Yes... don't stop..." his voice was low, like a coo, with undisguised desire.

You smiled as you swallowed him again, looking up for a moment to see his expression. His eyes were closed, his head was tilted back, and muffled moans were escaping his lips.

It was so intimate, so sexy. You felt the moisture between your legs increase.

You caressed him with your tongue, changing most sensitive pace, and felt him tremble every time you pressed your lips on the same spot. His cock was getting harder and harder and you knew he was going to come. The movements of his hips and your mouth became more intense. The sinful squelching sounds sounded sexy and you wanted to take Jungkook to the end.

"Fuck what a mouth," he murmured from above, "you're so good at it, sucking my cock so well. I love your blowjobs..." he praised you. You wanted to smile, but it was impossible because he was deep in your mouth.

Your jaw started to hurt and tears were running down your cheeks, but you had to make Jungkook cum in your mouth. He became as hard as possible and when you thought that the moment had come, he abruptly came out of your mouth. You coughed a little, saliva mixed with his cum dripping down your chin. You wiped it away with the back of your hand and then felt Jungkook grab your hand and lift you to your feet.

He took your face in his hand and pressed his lips to yours, intertwining your tongues. Your kiss tasted like Jungkook's cum, and for some reason that made you two even more exciting. Jungkook's tongue plunged deep into your mouth, making you feel the clench on your walls. His kisses alone made your insides tremble, that's how much he affected you.

It was stupid to deny what you had between you. With every sex you had, your feelings grew stronger and you thought it was time to stop pretending that you were acting on an agreement. Jungkook thinks that you have a relationship, you are married after all, and you want to accept what you have. You're in love with him, and to hell with everything else that's going on around you. He is all that matters to you.

He pushed over you and you touched the bed again, but he didn't lay you down on the bed. He pulled away from your lips and you both breathed heavily, looking into each other's eyes.

Jungkook smiled first and you automatically did the same. He held your face, squeezing your cheeks. He bit your lips and then let go. He sat down on the edge of the bed, slapped his thighs, inviting you to sit on top of him. His expression was playfully seductive.

"Come on, kitten, I want you to ride my cock," he suggested, and you hurried to sit on his lap.

You spread your legs and climbed on top of him. He held his cock with his hand, immediately guiding it to your entrance. You were too wet, you were literally dripping, you were uncomfortable. Jungkook noticed your anxiety and pressed on your hole, and then he took you by the neck and pulled you in for a kiss. He was gentle, but not without the passion that was raging between you.

"You're always so wet for me," he whispered as you began to slowly lower yourself onto his length, "it feels good, you take me so well."

You lowered yourself completely and held your breath. The way he filled you from this angle made you feel almost dizzy. Jungkook grabbed your buttocks and tilted you to him as much as possible. You hugged his neck, touching your cheek to his shoulder.

His cock entered deeply, stretching you, and you feel - right there, deep inside... like something clicked. You inhaled shakily. The feeling was so crazy, and it was impossible to move.

"Kook..."

"What...?" he asked hoarsely, with barely restrained pleasure.

"Fuck... you're... in there, I can feel it..."

His fingers squeezed your buttocks harder.

"Is that it... The cervix..."

You nodded, unable to speak. You pulled away from his shoulder and made a movement, a slight one, but it made you feel his cock in every cell of your body.

"Move... slowly. And tell me when it's too much," he ordered. You rose a little and then fell back down again, panting. "It’s good?" He asked softly.

"Yes... fuck it’s so good..." you exhaled. And you don't know if it was like that before, it seemed like he was already reaching your uterus, but now it's not like that, it's something completely different. It's a crazy pleasure.

"I love it when you're on top of me. The way you let me in so deep..." he murmured against your lips. You started to move, slowly, in a circular motion, feeling his cock pressing against the most sensitive spot inside you.

Jungkook looked at you in complete admiration, his mouth open. Your moans mingled, and the air in the room grew hotter. Your knees pressed against his thighs, and you felt the pleasure spread throughout your body.

You rested your hands on his chest and began to move faster. His fingers caught your hips again, helping to set the rhythm.

You sank deeper, and with each thrust he reached places no one else could. Your head threw back, your breasts trembled excitedly, and between your legs throbbed so hard you could barely breathe.

"Faster..." you heard his low voice say, bringing you back to consciousness. You tried to speed up. His hands moved to your buttocks and squeezed the skin on your buttocks harder. He was guiding you, he was impaling you as deep as he could. You felt a wave of pleasure rolling in. With each stroke, it became clearer, closer. He found your G-spot and furiously stimulated it with his cock.

Something powerful began to grow inside you - it wasn't like a normal orgasm. It was... more. It was unfathomable.

"I..." you moaned, wanting him to stop, because the sensations that were rolling over you were too much to bear. "I... I didn't..." you whispered breathlessly, clutching his shoulders in confusion.

"Shhh," he hissed, "a bit more..." he moved his hips, intensifying that crazy feeling so that your head started to spin.

"Kook... no. Stop. I can't take it..." you moaned.

He stood up a little and put one arm around your back, forcing you to lean back against him, while the other reached down and began to stimulate your clit.

"You can, my love. I going to destroy you tonight," he says in a deep, low voice that echoes on your skin.

"Fuck...." you breathe out, "I can't take it anymore, it's too much..."

"You're so fucking beautiful when you're about to break... Just a little bit more…" he says, squeezing your ass and speeding up his movements from the bottom up, deeper, harder.

The sensations grew in a wave that covered you with a head. And then... just at the moment your body trembled, you could neither think nor speak. Your pussy contracted, and your body suddenly released its tension.

You didn't feel the liquid spill out of you, you only felt a wave of orgasm crash through your body.

You rested your forehead against his shoulder and breathed heavily while sitting on his still-excited cock. It took some time before you could realize what you were feeling.

"Oh, hell..." Jungkook muttered, running his hands over your buttocks. You sat up looking at him, still breathing heavily. "Did you just finish squirting on me? That's... the hottest thing I've ever seen."

You blushed, looking down between you. You saw a little liquid between your joined bodies.

"Oh my God..." you said in horror, "Did I really squirting on you?"

Jungkook smiled slowly, a little tired but seductive, truly happy.

"You don't even know how much I liked that..." he murmured, and his fingers slid easily between your thighs. He touched the wet spot and brought his finger to his lips, licking a drop. "You're incredible..."

Your cheeks burned with shame, but before you could speak, his hands were already around your waist. He lifted you up, stepping out of you, and put you on the bed. He climbed on top of you and you spread your legs so that he could have a comfortable position.

"I'm not done yet..." he said and pushed his cock sharply into your hole, entering again, just as deeply. You moaned. Jungkook lay down on top of you, pressing his weight on top of you. He found your arms and crossed them, holding you with one hand and resting his weight on elbow with the other.

His cock was still hard, hot, throbbing inside you, and his movements, at first slow and powerful, grew to be fast and sharp. He was chasing his own orgasm, causing a new wave of orgasm in you.

Jungkook held your hands, confidently controlling the rhythm. His gaze was focused only on you - deep, dark, full of lustful passion and the same possession you felt in his every move.

You were breathing heavily, feeling a new wave of pleasure coming over you, mixing with the achingly sweet afterglow of your first orgasm. Your neck stiffened, your legs tightened around him, and your fingers tightened in palm.

You bit your lip to keep from screaming. But he heard your moan - deaf, strangled, real. His body loomed over you-hot, strong, driven only by desire and lust.

And at the moment when your body arched, when his hand touched your clit again, you were covered by a second wave. Powerful, almost unbearable. You screamed out his name, torn between shame and delight, between love and physical combustion. At that very moment, Jungkook hardened and then spilled out into the middle of you. He twitched, releasing his semen.

Jungkook lay down on top of you, pressing down hard with his weight, and his head fell near your shoulder, his heavy breathing merging with yours. Your bodies trembled for a few seconds, connected, stuck together like one.

"Fuck..." he whispered breathlessly, "I'll never have enough of this sex..."

You gasped for air, unable to say anything. You just smiled weakly, feeling his hand gently running down your side. Your bodies sticky, wet, throbbing in unison. Jungkook let go of your hands and finally got off you. He sat on the edge of the bed, running his hand through his hair.

You were both exhausted and sweating. Jungkook looked at you and smiled with satisfaction.

"We made a mess of it," he said, looking at your body and the crumpled blanket. You smiled shyly and reached for his hand. He intertwined your fingers and kissed the back of your hand. And deciding that this was not enough, he leaned down to kiss you on the lips.

He connected your lips and gave you an absolutely tender, loving kiss. Jungkook pulled away a few centimeters and said in a quiet, husky voice:

"You... were so hot on top..." he confessed, "This sex will be in my head for a long time."

You smiled, licking your lips.

"In mine too, you do things to me that I don't recognize myself," you admitted now. Jungkook smiled slyly out of the corner of his mouth.

"I'm just unlocking all that potential," he joked, and you burst out laughing.

Jungkook touched your lips one last time and stood up.

You took a shower, and in the shower, Jungkook tried to seduce you again, but you told him that you couldn't take it just once and that he would have to wait until your pussy stopped hurting. Jungkook was disappointed, but he was good at hiding it.

After taking a shower, you changed the soiled sheets and went to bed. You felt tired, the flight, heavy thoughts, and intense sex had exhausted you to the max. You lay on Jungkook's chest listening to his heartbeat. You found yourself thinking that you liked the sound of his heartbeat. You put your hand on his chest and noticed wedding ring. Jungkook put his hand on top of yours and now you could see his ring too. Your fingers were intertwined and the rings reminded you that your relationship was different now.

"Kook..." you called softly.

"Mmm?" he murmured sleepily.

"You didn’t told me about your conversation with Manager Lee. What did you decide?" you lifted your head to look at him. Jungkook opened one eye, meeting your gaze in the darkness, and then closed it and relaxed.

"We talked and decided that it would be better to leak the information about our wedding right away. Tomorrow, the media will write that we secretly married."

Hearing this, you raised up on your elbow, nervously looking at his face.

"What do you mean tomorrow? Why so soon? You said we should wait for the right moment!" your voice was trembling. You weren't prepared for your wedding to be announced so soon. Jungkook opened his eyes and turned his face to you. He looked at your face for a few seconds, and then with the hand he was hugging you, he touched your hair and tucked it behind your ear.

"We need to act quickly, because of some things. My father has already prepared everything for the merger of the companies," he exhaled irritably and looked away, "He did it behind my back. So I have to thwart his plans. In addition, the Busan branch is rapidly losing shares, which are being bought up by Kang Tehwon’s offshore company. And that complicates the situation," Jungkook explained.

You frowned thinking about what tomorrow morning will be like. You imagine the headlines and the comments that will be made. For a moment, you imagine Sukhi and did a small smile, but it disappeared instantly as you thought about his parents' reactions.

"Okay. I’ll think tomorrow will be fun," you said ironically. Jungkook hummed.

"You bet," he agreed. You laid back down and felt a wave of anxiety in anticipation of the morning. Jungkook's hand began to run lightly over your back, up and down, drawing circles as if to soothe you. "Tomorrow, when the news comes out, I want you to be with me. We will go to the office together and wait for my parents to arrive. We will confirm that we are married."

Everything inside you clenched with fear and worry. You lay on your back, looking at the ceiling. Your body was heavy, but your mind was racing.

"Jungkook..." your voice was quiet, almost childlike. He turned his head toward you, and you met his dark, calm gaze.

"Do we have to? Can I... not meet your parents for now?" you asked desperately. "I'm... I'm not really ready. They'll hate me... I remember how your mother looked at me... like I was trash."

Jungkook was silent for a few seconds, and this silence was not devastated, but deep. He leaned over and hugged you, covering you with warmth.

"I understand that you are scared..." he whispered, touching your forehead with his nose, "I will take care of everything, but if they hurt you, I'm safe you. And if you want I’m letting you not hold back and fight. Don't be afraid of them. Because I don't care what they think."

His voice sounded firm, but with a touch of tenderness. You felt something inside you lighten a little. Not for long. But enough not to run away. You hugged Jungkook, resting your forehead on his shoulder. You lay there in silence for a while, and you even thought Jungkook had fallen asleep because his breathing was steady.

"Y/N?" he suddenly called to you. You moved around.

"What?" you asked, against his shoulder.

"If we're married, shouldn't we live together?"

It was as if you were struck by lightning. Something inexplicable stirred in your chest. And you froze, even holding your breath. Live together? As if you were a married couple?

Jungkook leaned back and looked at you. Even in the darkness of the room, he could see how puzzled you were. He laughed low, meeting your gaze.

"You look as if I told you to throw yourself off Namsan Tower, not ask you to live together," he joked. You pressed your lips into a thin line, feeling your heart pounding fast.

"Well, our marriage isn't real... so I don't think it's necessary..." you mumbled. Jungkook raised a sarcastic eyebrow.

"It is real," he reminded you, his voice firm but not without a touch of irony. "With seal."

You released yourself from his arms and lay back, turning your head away. You were silent. Jungkook looked at you silently for a while, and then moved over, pressing his body against you.

"You really can't run away from me now. You're my wife and I'm not going to let you go," he said seriously. "And if you're my wife, then you have to live with me."

"Jungkook, are you starting this again?" you snapped. "You're blurring the lines between us, but they still exist..." Jungkook interrupted you before you could finish.

"It’s you starting again..." he said, irritated, but without anger, "What boundaries can there be between us if we love each other?"

You froze, puzzled by his words for the second time. Love... You opened your mouth but couldn't say a word. Instead, you just looked into his eyes, feeling your breath catch in your chest.

"We didn't..." you began, but your voice trailed off.

"Oh, we are," he assured. "The deal was a good way to get closer to you," Jungkook said, his voice even more serious, "I wanted you to be mine. I liked you from the first time we met. I told you that I stayed in this apartment for you. When you came to ask me to be your boyfriend, I almost choked with joy. I deliberately didn't tell you that I was the heir to the ‘John Group’, because you would have canceled the deal. When you agreed to my terms of paying you back for my services overnight, I knew I would become dependent on you. And so I did. I couldn't get that sex out of my head after you blew me off, but I wanted you, and I was looking for a way to get close to you again. And then that article about you being my mistress. I saw it in the morning. I went to work and waited for you to come to me..."

You listened to Jungkook and couldn't believe your ears. You raised your eyebrows when you heard that he was waiting for you when the article about you came out.

"It’s you did that we to be filmed at corporate?" you asked in horror.

"No. I didn't do it. It was really an accident, but it played into my hands. That's why I made you a deal. Not only would it help me get out of the contract marriage, but it was the only form that allowed me to be with you even if you didn't trust me. Even if you still didn't believe that I really wanted you. That's why I was always angry when you pushed me away. I know you like me, but you clung to this agreement and didn't let your feelings go. But now you see? We are meant to be together, and this accidental marriage is proof of that..." Jungkook was silent for a moment. And you didn't know what to say either, having heard his revelation. He leaned down and touched your lips. He kissed you, putting all his feelings into this kiss. You squeezed his shoulders, not wanting to lose his closeness. "I'm head over heels in love with you, and I want you to be mine to forever ," Jungkook whispered, pulling back just for a moment to look into your eyes.

His gaze was not seductive, not playful, not intrusive. It was sincere. Almost vulnerable. He never took his eyes off you, as if trying to convince you that it was true. No games. No deals. No masks.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, and your voice came out softly, like a whisper:

"I... don't know what I feel. Or rather, I'm... afraid to believe it. Everything between us was too fast. Too wrong. It was too..." you looked down, but Jungkook pressed his fingers to your chin and forced you to look up at him again.

"To hell with how it was, just stop pushing me away," he said softly, kissing you briefly, "You feel that way too? So just say yes or no." he whispered.

"Yes," you admitted. "I love you," you finally admit out loud. Jungkook hovers over you. You don't realize what a storm of emotions he's holding back inside. He's blissfully relieved at the uncontrollable euphoria that has suddenly filled his entire being.

Your confession hit him harder than any blow he had ever received - but it didn't hurt. It was like a breath of air after a long dive. Like finally finding the answer to a question he was a long time to find.

Jungkook froze, as if petrified for a few seconds, not blinking. His breathing became heavier, and something warm, gentle, almost trembling, glistened in the corners of his eyes. His jaw twitched, as if he was trying to say something, but no words came out. His whole body seemed to be torn - tension, joy, pain, relief, and... love. Love he thought he would never know.

Slowly, carefully, he leaned toward you and touched his forehead to yours.

"Say it again..." he whispered hoarsely. His voice broke, as if it were something unreal, something that seemed to him an auditory illusion.

You smiled through your tears.

"I love you, Jungkook..." you whispered again.

His eyes closed. He exhaled as if after a hard battle he had just won. His arms tightened around you, holding you close as if he was holding the most precious thing he'd ever had.

He kissed you lightly on the cheek, on the lips, on the forehead, wherever he could reach, as if trying to imprint your confession on your body. His lips connected with yours again, and this time there was no thirst in that kiss, only warmth, tenderness, and love.

Exclusive Dispatch

Jeon Group's heir apparent married in secret? Who is the woman next to Jeon Jungkook?

Author: Song Erim | Dispatch Korea

Date: [current date] | Publication time: 08:00 KST | Seoul, South Korea

This morning, Dispatch received confirmation that has shocked the business elite. Jeon Jungkook, the sole heir to the ‘Jeon Group’ giant back in the spotlight. According to our information, Jeon Jungkook secretly got married last week in a private ceremony, without warning to the media or the public.

The photos we have obtained show Jungkook with an unidentified woman wearing a wedding ring similar to the one visible on Jungkook's own hand.

A ‘Jeon Group’ spokesperson confirmed Jungkook's marital status, but refrained from elaborating:

"Yes, Jeon Jungkook-nim is officially married. This is a private matter, and we ask that you respect his privacy."

But who is she?

Sources say that his now wife is not affiliated with a large corporation and does not belong to a well-known dynasty. She is rumored to have worked in creative marketing, but her identity is carefully concealed. According to some rumors, she is a former employee of a subsidiary.

It was this girl who was first was spotted at an EON Creative corporate event together with the heir, and later the same girl was photographed a month ago in Jungkook's arms late at night in Jamwon Hangang Park in downtown Seoul. After the photo went viral on social media, ‘Jeon Group’ refused to comment, and Jungkook himself disappeared from the public space for several weeks.

Meanwhile, rumors are already circulating among the corporation's shareholders about the impact of this news on the merger with Kang International, as Kang Tehwon’s daughter, Kang Sukhi, was considered as Jungkook's future bride in a strategic marriage.

Jungkook's marriage is not only a personal decision, but also a potential corporate earthquake. And if it is true love, it has jeopardized deals worth billions. Will Jong's family support his choice? And who is this mysterious wife really?

We'll follow the story and try to find out more about Jungkook's mysterious wife.

All the details are first on Dispatch.

You finished reading the article and looked at Jungkook sitting across from you with frightened eyes. You looked at the photos Hyewon took again. Jungkook told you that he asked her to send those photos. You didn't know what to say. The article was provocative and seemed to have been written the way Jungkook wanted it. He smiled at you as he took a sip of his coffee.

"Is this..." you looked down at the tablet again for a moment and then up at him, "is this what you planned? Is it?"

Jungkook nodded, sipping his coffee slowly. His gaze was attentive but calm, even a little satisfied.

"Everything is written exactly as it should be. No unnecessary names, no details... but with the right hint."

You sighed nervously, swallowing down the anxiety that was pressing inside.

"You talk about it so easily..." you said quietly.

Jungkook put down his cup and stood up. He walked around the table and, standing in front of you, leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"I'm taking easily because it’s easy. Everything will be fine. Now, my love, we have to get ready - my parents already know. And, by the way..." he pulled out his phone and showed you the screen — ten missed calls. Mostly from his mom and... Sukhi. "They don't seem to be happy about the news," he joked.

You felt your heart pounding. Your palms grew cold. Jungkook leaned down and kissed you on the lips, soothing you. You let yourself break down for a moment, returning his kiss.

At that moment, his phone rang. Reluctantly leave your lips, he looked at the screen and answered it.

"Yes?"

You heard Manager Lee's muffled but recognizable voice.

"Jungkook-nim, we had a problem. Kang Tae-won. He's..." Jungkook turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

You were left alone. The silence hung heavy. Your gaze slid to the tablet - the article was still open. You moved your finger to scroll down, but accidentally tapped the bottom line, and all the active tabs opened.

You wanted to click on the article again... but something made you stop. On one of the neighboring tabs, your mother's name stood out, followed by yours.

Your fingers froze. You clicked.

It was an internal file, obviously in preparation for an investigation. Strategic analysis, brief biography ... It was all about Kang Tehwon. Your eyes stopped at the paragraph with your mother's name on it.

Warning: In 1997-1998, he was seen in a relationship with a local model, Han Seo Ri, a well-known figure in Busan at the time.

Insider information: There are confirmed rumors that Kang Tehwon had a child out of wedlock as a result of this relationship.

Paternity has not been recognized.

Model's name: Han Seo Ri

Child's name: Han Y/N."

You froze. Your blood ran cold.

The tablet fell from your hands, hitting the table with a loud clatter.

At the same moment, Jungkook appeared in the doorway, still holding the phone. He held the phone to his ear as he walked toward you. He saw that you were frozen in terror, and when he approached the table, he saw that the tab with information about Kang Tehwon was glowing. You found out that you were his illegitimate daughter.

"Damn it..." Jungkook said. He immediately pressed the phone. "Lee-shi, I'll call you back," and hung up.

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Hello everyone 👋🏻 It’s me, Dailynn — finally back with a new chapter!

First of all, I want to say that I’m feeling better now, though I’m still far from fully recovered. But there’s definitely some progress 🥹 and I’m so happy about that.

As soon as I started feeling a bit more like myself, the inspiration slowly came back. I actually started writing this chapter earlier this week, but honestly, my mood is still unstable, so I had to put writing on pause a few times.

I’M SO NERVOUS posting this chapter after such a long break 😭 I keep rereading Chapter 18 and thinking it might be obvious that my thoughts are still a bit chaotic 🫣 But I still hope you’ll find something in this chapter to enjoy 🥺

Also, I really need to thank you all from the bottom of my heart — I was absolutely blown away that Chapter 17 got over 500 notes. That’s crazy! No other chapter in the series has reached that number!! Looks like you guys really enjoy the wedding theme ☺️🥰

I’m just so grateful for all your love, and it makes me want to give you even more in return.

Secondly, I want to ask for a bit of patience and understanding, since I’m still dealing with some struggles with my mental health, and I also go to work (which definitely doesn’t help, but it’s something I have to do, whether I feel like it or not 🤭).

Right now, I’ll be focusing only on one series — “One Night…”

But! If I get time and a chance between chapters, I promise I’ll write Chapter 3 of “No Mercy”.

So please, my dear ARMY, I truly hope this chapter touches your hearts too. Let me know — did you like the way they confessed their feelings to each other? Or was it too much?

Actually, this chapter is meant to lead into some important upcoming events, so if it feels a bit slow or unnecessary — I’ll humbly accept that. Just know I put as much of my heart into it as I could 💜🙏🏻🥹

[tojbnuy]

hey! Please could you write a little something where roommate sukuna is a little mean to reader and it’s a bit angsty but he feels bad and has to make it up to her with lots of cuddles

thank you for the request! i know it’s been a while but i hope this is okay :3 this is the same reader as part one and two pls do check them out <3

yours and roomate!sukuna’s relationship was complicated to say the least. complicated yet comfortable. your old dynamic was still up and running just with the addition of proximity. but that didnt mean things were always perfect, sukuna was still sukuna at the end of the day and he was far from perfect but he was trying.

bickering was common for the two of you, it was usually about guys or cleaning up mess but there were times were your heart was left feeling slightly shaken. you were a sensitive soul that was clear as day. sukuna was a lot more gentle with you than he was with his friends for example but sometimes the words left him before he could think about their repercussions.

today’s fight was a minor one to begin with. who had forgotten to unload the dryer and led a few of your clothes to become incredibly creased.

‘like seriously i need this shirt for tomorrow morning now im gonna have to wake up early to iron.’

‘im telling you kuna it wasn’t me, i would have remembered i always do.’

‘pssh yeah definitely.’

‘what does that mean?’

‘it means what more could i have expected from you of all people.’

‘if it was me i didn’t mean it.’

‘you didn’t mean it yet you’re always managing to do and say dumb shit. like seriously fucking grow up.’

immediately tears welled up at the harsh tone of his voice and the anger behind his words. you knew you weren’t as clever as some people but you didn’t think he found you this annoying, you had thought maybe there was even a bond developing between the two of you. comments from others about your sometimes unusual behavior and out of the blue remarks didn’t affect you as much, it was the ones from people who’s opinions you valued that tore away at your self esteem. stupid of you to think he would want to create a bond with someone as stupid as yourself when he has plenty of beautiful smart women at his hand. he would make random remarks about you being silly, maybe call you a dummy but you tried to not let it get to you, this however had tipped you off until you could no longer keep it inside. you were ashamed. ashamed to have done something so stupid.

sukunas hands were still inside the dryer, his focus on the task at hand so he hadn’t realised you hadn’t responded. then all of a sudden he heard the slight squeak of your feet on the tiled floor and a whispered sorry and only then did the guilt begin to situate. he himself was having a shitty day and the anger had built up so much so that the first inconvenience had him lashing out. at you of all people. he felt bad of course he did and he didn’t have the slightest clue as to how to check on you.

he made his way over to your room ready to be met with anger, that he could deal with. what he wasn’t prepared for was you hunched over, breathes coming out short and your shoulder shaking with how much you were crying.

‘baby? baby, hey look at me.’

you frantically wiped at your tears and attempted to stop the trembling of your hands. he hated to see you trying to act unaffected. he knew he was crazy about you before but seeing you like this, because of him was a pain he had never experienced before. the words were stuck in his throat, his pride always managing to ruin things for him.

‘you hate me.’

‘no i don’t brat, look what i said was out of line i was just mad i shouldn’t have said any of that. how could you think i hate you?’

‘because you’re always calling me stupid. i know im not like your other girl friends but you don’t have to be so rude to me all the time.’

sukuna had fucked up. majorly fucked up. what he thought was a harmless joke was actually hurting you. how could he care about anyone the same way he cared for you.

‘No, no i’m sorry baby i really am. i don’t give a shit about anyone let alone any girl the same way i care about you. i mean that doll from the bottom of my heart. i didn’t know it hurt you. i love everything about you doll. i look for you in everyone.’

‘do you think i’m stupid?’ you said with a sniffly nose and your hands gripping the comforter.

‘no doll i don’t think you’re stupid. i think you say some funny things sometimes but it makes you you. and i lo-‘ ‘i’ve gotten used to your antics by now brat’

‘i’m still a bit upset.’

‘yeah? what can i do to make it better?’

‘i think you have to cuddle me extra today.’

‘i’ll see what i can do’

immediately he folded you so you were pressed intro him. he was laying in his back against your pink fluffy cushions with you resting directly on his chest. he could feel your stuttered breathing against his chest, some tears still falling onto his shirt. he wanted so badly to tell you exactly what he was feeling but instead decided to stroke up and down your back, occasionally letting his hand roam down to your ass, softly molding you, patting you gently. your soft flesh under his palm was not only comforting to him but had you purring directly into his ear. he alternated between massaging your scalp, rubbing you back and patting your bum until your breathing had completely calmed.

‘really am sorry doll’ he whispered into your hair.

‘i know’ you whispered back with a little kiss to his chest.

he was really and truly fucked but this moment right here was one wherein he would die happy.

[traveler-at-heart]

A redhead a day (makes the doctor act gay)

Request by @natromilf - Surgeon!R, who is known for her precision, but acts all clumsy around Natasha.

Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Everyone makes mistakes.

Though some people can’t afford them. Like  you, and your line of work. One wrong move can lead to a deadly result.

It almost mirrors the life of the agents you operate on. Bad intel, a wrong turn, an ambush and the whole world can go to shit.

Which is why you take your job so seriously.

If their mission goes wrong, you’ll be there to pick up the pieces and put them back together.

That’s what you trained your whole life for and you were proud to serve SHIELD and the Avengers

Too bad med school didn’t teach you how to keep from acting like a fool when a pair of beautiful green eyes set on you.

The first time you see Natasha, you barely have time to process it was her. The Black Widow, who seems to be visiting someone, instead of looking for medical attention.

Still, you are intrigued by her presence (it was known she’d rather deal with any injuries alone). So much so, that you keep looking at her until you crash against the elevator doors.

“Shit” you mutter, your face burning up with embarrassment.

One of the interns rushes to your side, but her movements only draw further attention to you, and you sigh.

“All good, Elena” you say, hoping the next elevator comes soon.

Still, when you finally get inside and press the button to the second floor, your eyes meet Natasha’s once again.

When she winks at you while sporting a teasing smile, you wonder if she can read your very flustered thoughts.

—

That first impression was bad. You were hoping that if you ever saw Agent Romanoff again, that could be corrected.

Unfortunately for you, that is not the case.

It’s another day, between urgent calls and an extraction mission gone wrong. Three injured SHIELD agents under your care are enough to make the first twelve hours of your shift fly.

By the time you have a minute to sit down and rest, it’s close to midnight, your eyes heavy with exhaustion and missed sleep. But you still have to review charts and follow up with post ops, so going to the cafeteria will have to do.

“What a fucking night” your friend Daphne says, standing next to you as you pour some coffee in a disposable cup. This and the vending machines are your only choices in the middle of the night.

“Tell me about it” you sigh, adding sugar. That won’t make the dark beverage any better, but you gotta try. As you look up, you see Captain America walking down the hallway, face full of soot and suit torn in some places.

Right behind him, Natasha walks with purpose, frowning and reviewing a file. She looks busy enough, so you think you’re free to admire her without the woman noticing. But of course, she’s a trained spy. As soon as she feels someone staring, she turns to look at you.

“Damn, the Avengers are here, this must have been real bad” Daphne says next to you. You don’t listen.

Not when those green eyes are fixed on you, frown softening and the corner of those full, enticing lips turning into a playful smirk.

“Oh, careful. The coffee is super hot…”

It’s obvious you miss that part too, taking a large gulp to hide your blush.

“Fuck” you spit it out. “Oh, God, I have third degree burns, Daphne, help” you say like an idiot, tongue hanging out.

“I TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL” she barks, making some people stare.

Gosh, you just know Natasha was looking and must think you are a total idiot. Or maybe not, because when you finally recover from the burning sensation, she’s not standing next to Captain America.

Oh, maybe she didn’t see me.

“Hi, there”

You’ve never heard her voice before. And yet, you know it’s her.

You slowly turn to look at Natasha. She’s even more perfect than you imagined.

“Hot” you blurt out.

“Pardon?” she says, her voice dropping an octave.

“Coffe is hot. Uh, just keeping anyone from burning” you mumble, blushing madly.

“Oh, I’m not here for the coffee. I was told you were in charge of the injured agents. Could I get an update on them?”

“Right, of course. Come with me”

You walk next to Natasha, hiding your hands in the pockets of your labcoat.

“Agent Lusaque needed a liver resection. He’ll recover with no issues. Agents Palmer and Bryant, on the other hand…” you sigh, pulling out their charts from the nurse’s station. “Palmer is in the ICU, and Bryant will need a second surgery for that broken leg. But we need her BP to stabilize”

“Did you see anything significant in their injuries? Anything that stood out?”

“I’d say they are consistent with an IED, Agent”

“Yeah, that’s what I was afraid of. Old man wanted to wait for intelligence but sometimes you just know” Natasha sighs. You resist the urge to reach out and squeeze her shoulder. Her expression shifts to something neutral, and you know the moment of vulnerability is gone. “Well, I’ll let you get back to your hot coffee”

“Of course. If there’s anything I can do, please let me know”

“Will do. Bye, Doctor Y/L/N”

And with that, she’s gone.

—

For once, it’s a slow day. You discharged the agents that were involved in last week’s mission and are about to take a break, when you hear some cursing in one of the examination rooms.

“Everything ok?”

You’re expecting to see an intern struggling with an IV, but instead you’re greeted with the sight of Natasha trying to stitch herself. She looks from the gash in her leg to you, smiling.

“Yeah, all good”

“No! You’re not even wearing gloves!” you protest, looking horrified at how badly she’s doing. Before she can open her mouth to answer, you push her down the hospital bed, glaring. “Do not move”

“It’s just a small cut. And I don’t need anesthesia”

“Hush, Romanoff. Or I will place you on medical leave” you say, glaring at her.

You expect Natasha to apologize or at the very least look ashamed. But instead, she’s still smiling.

This is a nice change for her. She’s only seen you flustered, being a complete mess when she’s around. Now, though, your movements are calculated as you prepare the sutures and glove up.

“How did you do this?” you ask, your tone even. This must be routine for you.

“That’s classified” Natasha jokes with a little smile. You clear your throat, adjusting the light to focus on the gash.

“Doesn’t stop other agents from telling me”

“Who?” Natasha says, and you can’t help but laugh at her tone. She seems ready to kick their asses for sharing classified information.

“I’m kidding. They tell me family stuff, small things, really. It’s to keep them talking, if only to distract them from the pain. Sometimes I get good gossip, too”

Natasha watches you work in silence for a few moments. Even if she tries to act though, the needle piercing her skin always sends a shiver down her spine.

“I have a cat” she blurts out. For the first time since you started working, you look up. It’s Natasha’s turn to feel like a blubbering mess, admiring your beautiful eyes.

“That sounds nice”

“Do you like cats?” she winces at how lame she sounds, but you mistake it with pain.

“I’m sorry, I’m almost done. Yes. My father is a veterinarian and we had a family farm, so there were all types of animals around” in spite of yourself, you smile.

Now, you live in an all white world of sterile hallways and OR lights. But your days were once spent in the middle of feeding chickens, walking around the muddy fields and checking horses and cows.

“So, why not be a veterinarian?”

“I don’t know. I mean, I remember this one time where a worker fell and hurt his head. It took a while for help to get to us and my father left me alone with him while they found a doctor. But I wasn’t scared. I knew I could keep my cool around blood, unlike my sisters”

“That’s definitely helpful”

“Yeah, except when my Dad figured out I was the only one who’d be able to help so I’d work during school break” you laugh, remembering everything with a new light. You used to hate it back then, because it was early mornings and lots of work. But now it’s a fond memory.

“The rumors are true. Your work is impeccable” Natasha comments when you remove your gloves. “Where were you when that bullet went through my side?”

“That’s classified” you say, and feel a small surge of pride when she actually laughs. You stand up and look around for antibiotics.

“Is that really necessary?” Natasha grumbles, and you roll your eyes.

“An infection in the 21st centhury is the dumbest way to go. Take these for five days. And rest”

“Yes, Doctor”

“If you have any questions, page me” you say. Now that your hands and mind are not focused on the task of stitching her up, you’re aware of the fact you’re alone with Natasha in a room. If you stay here any longer, you’ll probably stab yourself with a needle or something even more idiotic.

“What if you’re not working?” Natasha calls when you walk to the door.

“Well, I’m sure someone else could…” you begin to say, completely oblivious about what she’s really asking.

“Or…”

“Yes?”

“I could get your phone number? For a consult, of course” she adds, smiling as you blush.

“Of course” you echo her words, pulling out a card and scribbling your number. “My personal number”

“Thanks, Doc” she says, lingering in the door for a second too long, and somehow getting out before you, who had been standing next to it for some time now.

Naturally, the second she’s out of sight, you pull the door to exit and it bounces against your foot, hitting your forehead.

“That’s more like it” you mumble, rubbing the spot.

At least she didn’t see it this time.

—

Your name is at the top of a list, but it doesn’t bring you any benefits, or enjoyment.

It means that when an Avenger gets hurt, you’re the first person they’ll page for surgery.

Two days ago, the code appeared suddenly in your pager and your heart dropped. You couldn’t help but think of Natasha, and guilt and shame invaded you in equal parts when you prayed it wasn’t her. The shame hit once you found out it was Barton, and you couldn’t help but feel relieved.

He had a bullet wound that went through and through, but you still decided to operate and clear your schedule to follow up every hour of his recovery. Clint had trusted you enough to introduce you to his family, to the point where you had been their doctor during the birth of Lila and Nathaniel.

Laura knew what happened, and was happy to hear you were overseeing his recovery. Barton was in good spirits, always welcoming any excuse to take leave and be at his farm.

So, as you both waited for his lab results, he began to throw cereal at you, saying he could aim exactly at your mouth even if you moved.

And he proves to be right, most of the time.

Because when Natasha walks in the room, you move your head to look at her and a piece of cereal hits you square in the eye.

“Barton!” you say, covering with one hand. “Oh, my God! I can’t go blind. I won’t operate again”

“You moved!” Clint protests.

“You said I could move!”

“Hey, it’s ok” Natasha says, kneeling in front of you. When you remove your hand and blink several times, you can tell she’s trying to hold back laughter. Glaring, you decide to swat her hand away, but then she’s craddling your face, smiling softly.

“I guess I’ll ask Fury for an eyepatch” you say after looking at her lips for a second too long.

Natasha rolls her eyes, and then turns to look at her friend.

“Maybe you should retire”

“I do more work at the farm than here, Tasha. I’m fine. Tell him, Doc?”

“Through and through, no shattered bones. But he still needs to rest” you say, standing up to take his results. You begin to go through everything, not paying attention to what Natasha and Clint are talking about.

Until…

“The mission can wait” he insists.

“You know I can’t”

“I’d feel better if you had someone with you. Take Steve, Wilson. Even Maximoff could be…”

“I’ll think about it” Natasha interrupts him. But her tone is clear; she’s not changing her mind.

Your stomach twists at the idea of Natasha being in a dangerous situation, which is stupid. For one, that’s her literal job and also, you’re just a doctor from SHIELD. She doesn’t care about you, and your own interest shouldn’t go beyond a professional capacity.

“You’re ready for discharge, Agent Barton” you say, trying to pretend you didn’t hear the exchange. “I’ll get the paperwork ready”

“Thank you, Doc”

You nod, leaving them to their conversation. You hope Clint can convince Natasha to postpone whatever mission she needs to go on, but you can’t say you’re optimistic about his chances.

While you review the paperwork, your mind goes back to the few text messages you’ve exchanged with Natasha ever since she asked for your number. Of course, it started out as a consultation over her stitches. You, checking up on her. Then, some random texts throughout the day. Still, nothing  that indicated she was thinking about asking you out.

Once you’re done with paperwork and run into her, you decide to take your chances.

“Hey, about what Clint said…”

“About working more when he’s home? He’s just being a baby, Laura…”

“No. The mission”

“That’s class…”

“Classified, I know. I just… promise to be careful. Please?” you fidget with your hands, looking at your feet.

“What? You don’t want to see me around?” she jokes.

“Not as a patient” you say, blushing at the way it comes across.

“So, maybe, when I’m back from that mission…” she says, smiling as she inches closer to you. Your breath hitches, but you don’t back down, or look away when her green eyes meet yours. “We can go out for dinner?”

“I’d like that”

Natasha nods, her hand reaching for yours as she leaves the hospital.

All you want is for her to come back, safe and sound.

—

We can’t always get what we want.

When you get paged, and see the code, you know it’s Natasha.

Daphne rushes right behind you, straight to the Medbay where Natasha’s getting evaluated.

Steve, Sam and Wanda are already there, but there’s another woman. She has blonde hair, and is wearing a suit you don’t recognise as something SHIELD agents use.

“Doctor…” Steve rushes to your side, but you shake your head.

“Tell me what happened. Now!”

Nurses and doctors step aside as you look at the X-rays, vitals and injuries. There’s a lot of blood, and Natasha is slipping in and out of consciousness.

“There was an explosion. Please, you have to help her” the blonde finally says. “Help my sister”

Those words make you falter for a second, but then BP’s crashing and you don’t have time to think about the fact that Natasha has a sister.

“We can’t wait. She has flail chest and her lung is collapsed. Page Lane, we’re moving to the OR now”

Everything becomes a blur, with people moving and prepping for surgery. The staff is trained for this and you have everything ready in under 5 minutes.

“Do you need anything else?” the head nurse says as you prepare to start.

“Silence. And focus. All of you. We’re gonna be here a long time”

7 hours, two units of blood and a lot of stitches later, Natasha is transferred to the ICU.

“I should have gone with her” Barton mumbles when you give the team an update. But he’s still wearing an armsling, and there’s no point in thinking about this now.

“Can I see her?” the woman who called Natasha her sister says, eyes red from crying.

“Later. Only staff can be at the ICU. I’ll stay with her, you go shower, eat something. Natasha needs to recover, she’ll be out of it for at least another day”

No one seems pleased with the idea of leaving the hospital, but Steve insists and they follow him, as usual. The blonde girl stays behind, and in that moment you realise she doesn’t even know Natasha’s friends.

To your surprise, she turns around and hugs you.

“Thank you. For saving her”

You wrap your arms around her shoulders, because it sucks that her sister is hurt and you can’t do more for her right now.

—-

For over 22 hours, you’ve been by Natasha’s  side. As soon as she’s out of the ICU, you call Yelena.

You give her an update on her status and what to expect. She listens, only showing emotion when she sees Natasha connected to all those machines.

“Is she… does it hurt her? Is she going to be ok?”

“Her body needs time to recover. But she’ll be fine. Natasha’s strong” you say, pushing back a strand of that fiery hair from her forehead. It’s silly, how much you miss her cheeky smile when you’re doing something stupid because she looks your way.

“So, you must be the girl she likes” Yelena says, making you look up.

“What?”

“While we were hiding, I asked her if she was seeing anyone. She told me she had a date with this cute doctor so we’d better hurry”

“Oh” you say, blushing. “Yeah, we were… going to dinner. When she came back”

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault”

“No, it isn’t. Natasha wouldn’t want you to think that. Come here, sit. You can stay for as long as you want” you lead her to the couch, sitting right next to her.

“I hadn’t seen her in so long” she whispers, a tear rolling down her cheek.

“It’s ok, Yelena. You’ll have plenty of time with your sister. She’s gonna be out of missions for at least a month. But she’ll probably be grumpy about it” you joke, and the blonde laughs.

Exhaustion finally catches up with both of you, and without realising, Yelena ends up asleep on your shoulder. With a sigh, you close your eyes, convincing yourself it will only be for a couple of minutes.

By the time you open your eyes, a raspy chuckle makes you look up.

“I knew Yelena would like you”

“You’re up” you say, letting the blonde rest against the couch and standing up to check Natasha. You go over her blood pressure, the IV and pupils, but are interrupted by her hands holding on to your wrists.

“Hi” she says, smiling up at you.

“Hello, Agent. Can I please finish my examination?”

“What do I get in return?”

“Getting discharged”

“Trying to get rid of me?” she taunts and you have to roll your eyes. It’s been almost two days since she almost died and here she is, being a smartass.

“You’re the one who went through all the trouble just to get out of our date” you joke. Natasha doesn’t get to protest, because Yelena wakes up, rushing to her side.

“Sestra! Are you ok?”

Yelena switches to Russian, talking so fast even Natasha has trouble keeping up with her.

“Let’s just calm down, ok? I’ll give you guys a minute” you say, smiling at Natasha as Yelena drags a chair to sit next to her sister. You have a feeling that there are some things they have to talk about.

—

Time goes by quickly, and before you know it, it’s been three weeks since Natasha’s surgery. You’ve been texting more frequently, but you’re not expecting to see her anytime soon. Between reconnecting with Yelena and recovery, she has more than enough on her plate.

Work is distracting, but not enough. During small breaks you do end up thinking about her, and missing her.

You think nothing of it when you get paged to do a follow up, as it is a slow day and you’re short staffed.

But when you open the door, Natasha is smiling at you, in that way that makes you act like a fool. The shock lasts a second, and then you worry.

“Hey. Are you feeling ok? Why are you here? Are you hurt? I told you not to train for another week” you spiral, getting ready to order X-rays and a CT scan immediately.

Natasha calls your name, once and then louder, when you don’t look up from her file.

“I just wanted to see you” she says, making you blush. “But there’s this thing too. Thought I should get it checked”

“Ok, what is it?”

“Well, in spite of all the rumors, I do have a heart. And it has been beating faster, and I get this feeling in my stomach…” she begins to say. You nod, pulling out your stethoscope.

Natasha watches with a smile as you listen to her heartbeat, thinking how adorable you look when you’re all focused. Without realising, your other hand goes to rest on her knee, and she can’t help but let out a sigh, wishing you could be even closer.

“Ok, I hear it. It’s beating a little bit faster” you say, still oblivious. “Is there anything specific triggering this…?”

“I have an idea” she says, her hands resting on your waist. You finally look up, eyes lingering on her lips. Natasha sees realisation in your features, and takes it as a sign to inch closer, her lips brushing against yours.

It’s quick and tender, but it still makes your knees weak.

Well, this is going to be a problem. No way you can go back to work now that this happened. You’ll be so distracted that you’ll end up running over someone with a wheelchair or something.

“Let’s check again. Just wanna make sure your heart is ok” you say, leaning forward. You feel Natasha smile into the kiss, hands pulling you against her.

“What did the doctor say? Ah, gross!” Yelena walks in a moment later. “I didn’t think you meant this kind of physical exam, Natasha”

“Get out!” Natasha shouts, and you have to laugh.

“Gladly” Yelena huffs, slamming the door. She adds a second later. “And I’m telling everyone at the Compound!”

“So annoying” Natasha mumbles, but turns to look at you with a smile. “Is it anything serious? Will I be ok, Doc?”

“Yeah, you just need to kiss me more so your body gets used to the feeling” you say, meeting her lips in another kiss.

“I can definitely do that”

[serenmaxoff]

Hiii I was thinking about Agatha Harkness x reader where Agatha and Reader aren’t a thing yet and reader realize two things: that Agatha seems to get a lot of attention from other woman and that reader has a crush on Agatha. To avoid getting hurt, reader starts to distance herself from Agatha to rid herself of her crush but Agatha is not having it. Can I request it please?

People can be very smart about some things, and completely dumb about others. Doctor!Agatha Harkness x Intern!Reader

Tags: Fluff, wannabe medical information, two dumb lesbians, making out, probably a lot of malpractice and medical misinfo, power imbalance dynamic, "strangers" to friends, friends to lovers. || MEN DNI || English isn't my first language

“Please, please please. You need to ask Dr. Harkness to take you for the practice of tomorrow. I swear she’s going to kill me If I say the wrong thing again.” She makes a pause just to hold you by the shoulders and start shaking you softly. “Besides, she’s been trying to take you on many practices before, if you ask her I think she would even smile! Like a real smile, those where you actually see the person's teeth!”

You groan as you take your hands to your forehead and start making slow movements trying to relax. Kate had been following around telling you how difficult her life was since Dr. Harkness had become her new mentor after Dr. Barton decided to leave the hospital to spend more time with his family after his wife had his third child. 

“You do realize that mostly taking neuro cases paves the way for you to be a neuro, right?” You stop on the mid-walk just to turn and look at her, only showing her how unimpressed you were for the whole situation. “And for your information I’m quite happy taking my cardio cases with Dr. Stark and Dr. Hill.”

“Please just ask for tomorrow practice! I swear I’ll take the next one and accept my fate as her mentee. She’s just so difficult to please, like I could tell her why a posterior communicating artery aneurysm can cause double vision and she would still look at me as if I had said all the vowels wrong. And the worst thi-...” 

Maybe it's time to start believing in God? If he is as merciful as people say he is, he could make it stop, couldn't he? He might even give you an operation to participate in with Dr. Stark as compensation for listening to Kate from the hospital parking lot.

While your head is still trying to find a way to deal with Kate's monologue, your eyes fix on the figure that has just stopped at the end of the corridor. The power she excludes even when she’s just standing should be analize you think. 

Agatha Harkness was a very renowned neurosurgeon in her mid 30’s, after becoming the head of the neurosurgery department, a year later she won the ACP Clinical Innovation Award for creating a procedure that reduced operating room time and improved the recovery of patients with refractory epilepsy, and after that one prize, the others just followed.

She was very famous at a very early age, but that didn’t erase the fact that she was a very strict, reserved and indifferent woman. If it wasn’t related to medicine or neurology she was simply not interested.

Or at least that’s what you would normally say if you didn’t know her better.  

Especially after yesterday. 

“Thank you Ed, I hope she didn’t bother you too much” You say to the man behind the bar. 

“I thought interns only lived for the hospital alone?” He says with a sly smirk making you huff annoyingly. “She’s probably coming back in a few minutes, she wasn’t feeling well if you know what I mean.”

As you sat at the bar waiting for Agatha to return, you began to search in your backpack for the extra sweatshirt you always carried. After several accidents you had learned that it was better to carry a pair of leggings and an extra sweatshirt in your backpack for any situation.

A part of you was somewhere between acceptance and resignation of the closeness and relationship you had with Agatha, but another part of you still wondered how long this kind of relationship with her had developed.

The truth was that it was absurd to even ask yourself that question. You knew better than anyone the moment that had been decisive for the relationship the two of you now had.

It was a month after you graduated.

You remember that day better than anything because the final episode of ‘12 Monkeys’ was premiering. Hours earlier you had finished doing the housework so you didn't have the rest of the day off and had taken the opportunity after taking out the garbage to go to the supermarket and buy a pizza along with a bag of chips and a soda, you may have even bought a small container of ice cream, but if you hadn't noticed that, no one else had then.

It was then that minutes before the chapter started you heard how something had crashed against your door.

The truth is that the neighborhood where you had gotten the apartment wasn't that bad, but being that most of the students had already vacated their apartments and that out of the 8 apartments in the building only 3 were occupied, it made you a little more cautious than usual. More so knowing that your downstairs neighbor had gotten a security job that meant he wasn't around in the evenings and that your neighbor across the street was never around, or at least you had never crossed paths with them.

Grabbing a knife from the kitchen, you approached the door while inwardly cursing yourself because I didn't even have the chain to open the door safely.

After opening the door the first thing you did was scream as you felt the weight of something falling on your feet and legs.

You tried to move backwards, but one of your flip-flops got caught in what was on top of your feet and you ended up on the floor. It was only until you heard a familiar grunt that your body decided to stay completely still.

“Do you really need to scream that way? I swear to god if I wasn’t so fucking happy I would… Sparks?”

The moment those ocean eyes found yours you felt completely lost. You definitely knew this person. Hell! You had classes with this person and she for sure wasn't the one listening to the lectures. She was the fucking substitute tutor. What the fuck was this person doing in your apartment? How did she know where you lived? 

“Hey! Hey!” As soon as you came back to yourself, the first thing you noticed was the pungent and alcohol-scented breath coming out of her mouth. In front of you, the person was snapping her fingers in front of your face but the first thing your body did was relax and release the knife you had taken previously. “Did you hit your head? Why the fuck aren’t you answering?”

“What?” 

“‘What?’” She repeated with a mix of annoyance and mockery. “I said ‘Why. The. Fuck. aren’t you answering?’ Are you some kind of perv to enter someone else’s apartment in just underwear and a thin shirt? I thought you had a bright future after those questions you asked on the last seminar, but I guess every talent has their fucking weird quirks” 

You would have thought that the tone of apathy she was using to talk to you and the slow, paused manner was because she thought you were an idiot, but the way her corners rose in each pause and then returned to a neutral pose made you realize she was enjoying it. Maybe it was the way she talked to you but after looking around for a moment you cleared your throat and stared directly into her eyes, your voice charged with annoyance. 

“In any case wouldn’t you be the perv?” You tilted your head softly before lifting your hand and moving it around. “Maybe you should look at your surroundings before making false statements like that, you know?” Propping yourself up, you started walking towards the door. “I appreciate your very unwelcome visit Dr. Harkness, but if you could get out of my home I would appreciate it.” 

Dismissing your words she started to look around noticing how in fact, this wasn’t her apartment but yours. The way her head snapped back at you, made you nibble on your bottom lip, trying to contain your laugh from the way she started to wiggle the fingers of her right hand, and the way her cheeks started to take a more rosy tone.  

Tripping on her words, Agatha decided to just shut her mouth. 

“I swear this day can’t get any worse…” She muttered to herself. She looked at you again and taking a few steps she extended her hand. “I apologize for this situation. It is my responsibility for not controlling my alcohol consumption and for not taking in my surroundings more quickly.” 

“I didn’t know you lived here” You say more calmly this time, after all, receiving an apology from her, specifically, was as rare as a thief having honor… On second thought, probably you shouldn't compare her with a thief though. 

“It was only for the time I replaced Dr. Strange, but as you already know, that asshole decided just not to return until the next semester. And I actually like this place, or I liked it. Considering I didn’t have to see anyone from the hospital or campus.” Her jaw clenched and her eyes closed remembering the whole situation, and honestly you couldn’t blame her. Losing the person in charge of one of the most important years of your career just to adapt to another person that was almost the same as him but more strict and had the belief of “swim or die” wasn’t exactly the ideal scenario for anyone involved.”So you live here Sparks?” She says tilting her head as she lets her body weight rest at the door frame, looking at you intently but also trying to gain some sobriety by breathing slowly and profoundly. “I thought you were returning to your hometown after graduation?” The frown she wears shows how she’s trying to remember if maybe she misheard that time you were talking with your friends, but she can swear you said you were going back home, specially after the health of someone from your family was deteriorating. 

You are taken aback by her question, you try to remember if you ever slipped thant kind of information to her, specially on those sessions where she would try to help you find which specialization you wanted to follow after graduation, but even though you keep repeating all your conversations with her, your end up answering without thinking. 

“I-I wanted to stay here. I wanted to spend more time with my friends and…” Your voice started to lower with each word until it became only a whisper. You wanted to enter the same Hospital as them, but you hadn’t reached the point to choose which hospital you wanted to start your internship. You would need a letter of recommendation from a doctor working there, but that was already difficult considering they could only use one for only one student, your other option was just asking the universe to be benevolent enough to make the people in charge of distributing the students to send you there.

It’s not that you had bad grades or anything bad. But you knew this wasn’t the only university teaching medicine, and obviously there had to be better students than yourself, and many of them would kill for a spot in the SHIELD Road Hospital so your dream to actually keep seeing your friends would soon become nonexistent.

She noticed though. 

The way you started to play unconsciously with the tip of your fingers and how your shoulders started to tense up. You were talking to her looking directly at her eyes, but now your gaze looked everywhere except herself, and that bothered her. 

When you felt cold fingers holding your chin immediately your breath got caught on your chest. 

“I do like when people look at me when I’m having a conversation. You are not the exception, Sparks.”

“Why do you call me Sparks?” You say taking a step back from her, trying to create some distance out of respect. At the end of the day maybe she wasn’t anymore your tutor, but if the accepted at the hospital

“Who knows? You were really smart in all our sessions and all the seminars, also most of the doctors you got to work with said you were a brilliant student.” She shrugs her shoulders before walking towards the apartment in front of you. “I guess I’ll be seeing you a lot more at the hospital, isn’t it?” 

The meak sound that came out of your mouth was signal enough for Agatha to know that it was in fact that topic that turned your usual radiance out of the window, but how would she be able to pry  more when she didn’t have that kind of relationship with you? To be real she didn’t have any kind of relationship with you but maybe a Senior-Junior one, but that wouldn’t even open the door for her to ask more about your concerns. 

When you saw she started looking for something you decided it was time to close your door. 

You lifted up the knife you had previously taken, now a silly thought considering you didn’t even know any kind of personal defense, which you should probably at least try once just for protection. 

You were walking towards the sofa trying to finally start catching up with the episode and enjoy the finale, when a knock on your door made you roll your eyes. You took the bag of chips to the side and after moving the blanket out of the way you walked towards the door and after opening it you saw a sheepish Agatha trying to avoid your eyes. 

“It seems I lost my key, could I stay here for the night, please” 

The rest was history after that night, because the moment a soft ‘yeah, sure’ came out of your mouth it was like you had adopted a stray cat. A very mischievous, cocky and snarky cat though. She would start inviting herself to your apartment at night after her shifts at the hospital, and when you got you the email saying you were accepted to do your internship at the same hospital as your friends and her, she celebrated with you, taking you to a restaurant that had a lot of board games, that you really enjoyed playing. 

And after you started doing your practices at the hospital, she would come up to you and ask you to return with her in her car, saying you should help her to take advantage of the gasoline she was going to use to go back. Of course each time you decline, not wanting to start some weird rumors on hospital grounds, considering it seemed even the walls had eyes and ears, but by now you were even considering some doctors asking the hospital security for information, even doing trades with them for something juicy.

Once they changed you to be at the night shift, the problem started when you couldn’t even make a sandwich or just throw an apple in your backpack and go to the hospital. The first time she saw you running with just a banana on your hand, the way her lips formed a thin line should have been warning enough of what she was thinking about your breakfast choice, but you only told her you ran out of food so past-tomorrow you would go to the market to buy some. 

She was a patient person when she wanted to be, so she told herself she would wait. That day was Tuesday so she should wait for Thursday to see if you were only full of bullshit or you actually cared about your health. So the moment she opened your apartment and noticed you weren’t home yet, she checked the cabinets and the fridge only to find one beer that was already out of date and half a tomato. So with a thin smile, she decided she was going to kill you when you returned, but first she had to go to the market, because clearly you didn’t give a fuck about yourself and her, considering she was also living there.

Well, not living there, there, but you know, there. 

So when you returned home the fridge was as full as the cabinets, and when you took your phone to pay her for all the groceries, she only patted your head and threw herself on the couch, putting play on the TV, resuming her Harry Potter Marathon and hearing her call out all the inconsistencies about how the government or even the school rules were. And after remembering her it was just a kids movie, she would shoot you a deadly glare.  

But from that day on, she would bring you bags full of groceries each week because, as she said ‘it’s a responsibility to know future generations are well fed and grow well’. Of course later at night, especially on Thursday's Marathon night, when it was possible, she would start complaining about How Grey’s Anatomy was inaccurate and how Meredith should just take Addison to a closet and resolve their situation by making out. Or how it was amazing in OUAT how Regina and Emma were dating each other's male versions.

You laughed so hard that the neighbor under you started kicking his ceiling. 

And as the months passed by you even started making space for her clothes, so every time you went looking for her at the bar that was 20 minutes away from the hospital she would have something clean and warm to wear. 

Which brings you back to yesterday. 

“What are you doing here Sparks? Didn’t you have that operation with María in the afternoon?” You heard her before you felt her, but your body decided to stay still as she hugged you from behind, resting her arms over your shoulders and putting her head over yours. “I thought you said Maria gave you permission to rest in the apartment because this was the longest you had been in the operating room?” Because her arms were crossed over your chest, you felt how her hands started to caress over the sweatshirt each of your arms. 

“You are so hardworking, why don’t you wanna be in neuro with me? God knows I need someone with capable hands like yours…” You felt how her chest started to move repeatedly behind your head and that's when you heard her snorting. “And brain, of course your brain too.” 

You only rolled your eyes and started to get up from your seat. She tried to keep you in place but considering she was definitely drunk, her strength was null. 

“And I would be in my bed right now if someone didn’t got drunk to the point she can’t even drive.”

“I was gonna ask for an Uber you know?” She says as she takes her phone out of her jeans pocket and starts shaking it softly in front of you. 

You take her phone away and when you press the screen it shows it’s already dead making all her wigglin stop. 

“You are lucky you always come to this place and that Ed has my number.” You swiftly hold her with one arm from the waist and as you pull her to your side, you look back at Ed who was very amused by the scene. “Thank you Ed, until next time!”

“You should take better care of your girlfriend though!” He says with a cocky smile as he winks at you goodbye. 

You try to answer back, but a hand resting on your cheeks makes your focus back on the person you are currently holding.

“You heard him. You should take better care of me. Just as I take care of you.” 

You had every intention to respond back, you  really had, but the moment she pressed her lips against yours it was as if every thought and image in your head just banished. 

The way she was touching you wasn’t strong nor rough. Her fingers were touching your skin as if it was going to break if she tried to hold you any tighter. She turned around spooning you against her without making any distance between the two of you. She tasted like alcohol and cigars, but who would have thought she liked them mint flavored? 

You hadn't even completely left the establishment, but that didn't seem to matter to her after she stuck you to the wall closest to the exit.

“You are always so cute when you're flustered…” She whispered against the corner of your lips, before starting to leave small kisses against your jaw, making you close your eyes and mouth trying to control your reactions. “Maybe I should start making you this way, but only for me though… You’re mine after all.” 

When she looked at you again, she was so close the tip of your noses were brushing against each other, but what made your legs fail you was the way she slid her tongue from your chin to your lips, trying to mark her territory in her drunken state.

“Agatha” You murmured against her cheek, only having for an answer a little purr. “Agatha…”

“Yes, pet?” She said, murmuring against your neck.

“You are drunk, and we need to go. Where are your keys?” 

She groaned softly before resting her head completely on your shoulder. “It’s in my pocket.” Agatha mustered the words as bored as she could, and only because you couldn’t see it, but the way she was smiling showed completely the opposite of that tone, but the cherry on top for Agtha was when you asked her with your voice faltering in which pocket it was. “Left one, front.”

It was enough for you having her resting her whole weight against your body considering she was a little taller than you, but it was completely frustrating how even as drunk as she was, how she was handling the situation, well, how you were going to handle the situation when you came back to your apartment.

Everything had become so messy in a short amount of time that your brain couldn’t even handle it as it normally should. So when she told you where the key of the car was, you moved the other hand that was holding her and started moving it down towards the pocket, what you didn’t expect was the way she started moaning against your ear the moment you reached into the pocket. 

Your breath hitched causing Agatha to bite her lips to keep from laughing, but you, unlike her, closed them to suppress a whimper. You tried to turn your hand but that only made Agatha start to move her hips upwards trying to rub herself against your hand.

“I didn't know you had a thing for public places pet. I think you can feel how excited this makes me feel, maybe I should check on you next, huh?” 

Coming back to today

“I feel like all the people who like her are because they don't know her. Last time one of the nurses crashed into the cart with all the dirty sheets because she was trying to get Dr. Harkness' attention." You turn to look at Kate who is now standing next to you as she shrugs her shoulders. “At least he did get her attention, not the attention he wanted, but he got it.”

“What are we talking about?”

"You haven't even been listening to me! I've been talking to you on the air for like 30 minutes, it's unbelievable dude!” She says a little too loud, making Agatha, Dr. Stark and Director Fury to look at the both of you with lifted brows.

“Sorry!” You say as you round Kate’s neck with your arm and bow your heads a little while whispering in her ear. “You really need to learn when to gossip and how loud to do it!” After releasing her you began to slowly shake your robe to get it back into place. “Besides, what are you talking about? How can you say that everyone is dying to be with Dr. Harkness when they are always talking about Dr. Rogers in pediatrics? I mean, I could almost swear that's all I hear when the nurses come by, even Dr. Barnes once said he just needed a chance.” Kate only snorted at your response. 

“What is so funny?” You asked with complete honesty. 

“Do you have a crush on her or something? Or are you just too dense to notice how every single person that crosses her path wants to have a piece of that?” 

You glared at Kate and she started laughing a little more uncontrollably than before, but the worst thing is that she took it all wrong. You weren’t mad because she called you almost an idiot, but because it wasn’t possible. You were moving a lot more than Kat throughout the Hospital considering how you were going from Dr. Stark, to Dr. Hill to Agatha sometimes. You talked with almost everyone on the levels where she was most seen so, how the hell didn’t you notice everyone wanted her? You weren’t that oblivious, right? Right? 

“I mean, If you think about it who wouldn’t want to date her? She is a winner of several medical awards and is one of the 20 leaders in her field, she is head of the neurology department in one of the most important hospitals worldwide, she has a good salary, she is extremely hot." As Kate's last words left her mouth a strange and unpleasant sensation began to spread through your chest and into your throat. “She’s in her mid 30’s, she’s single and by some old photos she’s aging like fine wine. She’s career oriented and very responsible and for what Nurse Lilia told me the other day, she’s really caring with the people she loves.” She starts moving her hands, simulating a scale. “From wherever you see it, she’s actually a very good option and very tempting… Maybe if I gain her heart she’ll start going easy on me?”

You were spiraling. 

You started to look at Agatha intently.

She was definitely beautiful. You weren't stupid enough not to notice her beauty, but really what was it that caught people's attention?

Could it be the way no matter how she fixed her hair she always looked good? Or maybe it was the way that when she smiled her eyes smiled in such a way that you could swear they sparkled? Maybe it was the way that when she went a long time without speaking or concentrating her voice became hoarse and she had to clear it several times until it returned to its normal tone?

Maybe it was the softness of her lips and the care he took when she kissed you?

You quickly shook your head trying to erase that last thought, but that didn't stop you from feeling how the heat was slowly rising not only to your cheeks but to your ears as well.

“It’s a shame though, considering she already has a girlfriend.” Your head snapped back to Kate looking at her in disbelief. 

“What did you say?”

A/N: So here is part 1.

Honestly when I received the request, I thought it was going to be something short, but when I started writing the words started coming out. I had intended to finish it today, but I had a tarot reading and decided to split it into parts and post this first while I finish the other half.

I hope you liked it, if you think I missed a tag please let me know so I can add it and let me know what you thought. If there is any mistake an apology.

See you next time.

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