Might I just say @mortemistrata that I was a little unsure about this prompt at first, but I had so much fun writing this!
“Good morning, Keith.”
Keith froze with one eyebrow arched. He slowly studied the brunet in front of him. “No ‘mullet’ this morning?”
“That would be rude,” Lance said, lips curled into a frown.
Keith’s face fell until he was matching the brunet’s expression. “Are you okay?” He zeroed in on small details, like the way Lance’s normally tan skin looked slightly washed out or the dark, bruised circles under Lance’s almost lifeless eyes.
“Of course.” Lance replied, tone even. “We should go before we are late to breakfast.”
Keith absently nodded, brows furrowed deeply, as he followed the brunet into the dining hall.
I blame you entirely @kaxpha I take no responsibility.
…. Y u hurt me dude.
Anyways. Here it is, chapter 1. Lance and Shiro angst + broganes angst + KLANCE angst + ….Just angst all around, yo.
Um…So yeah, hope you like??? It’s also on Ao3 on my same name. It’s the second part of the Human Healing Pod Au.
Disclaimer: Voltron doesn’t belong to me. Human Healing Pod Au doesn’t belong to me.
Shiro frowns exasperated as he catches Lance’s blue glowing light from the corner of his eye.
It’s been a few weeks since their last group training took place with Lance’s new healing powers. The brunet insisted that he had the hang of it, being able to work through the process on small injuries without getting dizzy after it.
Lance had reassure Shiro that he will continue training on his own but Shiro had just pursed his lips, not convinced in the least. After a few minutes arguing, Shiro finally agreed to Lance’s plan but only if the brunet had someone with him during his training sessions, something that Lance had grudgingly agreed to along with a few more conditions.
One week later and Lance was already breaking one of their conditions.
“That boy, I swear.” Shiro mumbles, making his way towards Lance as the brunet places his hands over the alien refugee they just saved in today’s mission, his blue eyes falling into a vivid glow entirely in less than a tick, “Hey, I said no more healing today, Lance. You –“
It was just a light pull. Shiro placed his Galra arm over the brunet’s shoulder and pull just enough break apart the contact between him and the alien’s wound and suddenly there was screaming.
Agonized and pained screaming echoes around them and Shiro just stares in horror as Lance shakes and continues to scream in his arms, his glowing eyes getting brighter before losing their light and then being bright once again.
“Lance!” Shiro shouts startled, “Lance, buddy, what’s wrong¡?” He yells in panic, making sure to hold the teen tight against him as he continues to scream and then –
Then Lance sighs, eyes rolling to the back of his head, losing their blue glow, and he goes limp on Shiro’s arms, mouth hanging open in a silent scream and Shiro’s heart skips a beat at the sight.
“L-Lance?” He whispers softly, voice cracking, “Buddy?”
“LANCE!” Keith’s voice echoes in panic and urgency, “Lance¡? Shiro, what happened¡? LANCE!”
“H-He’s not breathing.” Shiro gasps, a cold shiver running through his spine, “H-he’s not –“
Lance’s suddenly taken away from him by a pair of red armored hands. Shiro blinks in panic and confusion for a moment before he raises his head and stares at Keith as the black haired teen cradles Lance’s body against his.
“Lance, baby, hey, come on, come on, this is not funny, Lance, please.” Keith mumbles, his free hand gently patting Lance’s cheek in hopes of getting a reaction, “L-Lance, baby, please, please, no. Hey! Come on, you promised! Lance!”
Everything’s a blur for Shiro after that. Keith’s screams and pleads echo inside him, mixing themselves with Lance’s screams along with Hunk’s sobs and the image of Pidge’s scared face. Barely noticing when Coran makes his way towards them and takes Lance from Keith’s arms, followed by the blurry image of Hunk holding Keith back as he trashes and screams wildly when Lance is taken away from him.
He doesn’t even notice Allura’s presence until she whispers his name against his ear and he snaps out of it. He blinks hard and takes the surroundings around him. He’s in Allura’s room, lying down on her bed, facing the ceiling in disorientation and confusion.
“Wha –“ Shiro mumbles softly, “What.”
“Hey, it’s alright. Take it easy.” Allura whispers gently, stroking his hair, “It’s alright.”
“What happened?” Shiro asks in a daze, eyes groggy and tired before they snap wide open as he remembers Lance’s limp weight on his arms, “Lance. What happened to Lance? Allura?”
“You killed him, that’s what happened.” Shiro freezes at the cold harsh voice that answers him and slowly turns his head to the side to meet his little brother’s glare.
“Keith!” Allura snaps, sighing in exasperation as if it wasn’t the first time she has scolded the teen.
“What? It’s true, isn’t it?” Keith snaps back, frowning and glaring angrily.
Allura stays quiet and Shiro’s blood turns cold.
“Allura?” He asks in a small voice and Allura shakes her head.
“He died for a few ticks but we were able to get him back.” Allura answers, her shoulders tense and her voice tired, “But it wasn’t anyone’s fau –“
“No. It was Shiro’s. It was Shiro who made Lance push himself in every training session knowing the danger. It was Shiro who made Lance feel like he needed to push and push and push himself more every time. It’s because of Shiro that Lance has dark bags and swollen red eyes and is tired all the time. It was Shiro –It was Shiro who broke the connection and caused Lance’s heart to stop.”
One, two, three beats and then –
“What?” Shiro breaths out, slowly sitting up on the bed and waving away Allura’s complaints, “What? What does that – What?
“Keith.” Allura says calmly but with an edge of warning in her tone, “Stand down.”
“Whatever.” Keith mumbles, scoffing and sending Shiro a dark glare before turning around and walking towards the exit, leaving behind a frozen Shiro.
“What.” Shiro whispers, “What?”
“Keith, no, wait!” Shiro ignores Allura’s words as he climbs down the bed and follows his brother with wobbly but fast steps, “Keith Kogane Shirogane, come back her –!”
Keith turns around sharply and Shiro takes a surprised step back at the furious snarl on his kid brother’s face.
“Don’t call me that.” Keith whispers with menace, “I want nothing to do with you, you hear me? Nothing.”
“Keith –“ Shiro stops as Keith suddenly crashes against him, barely dodging the fist that was aimed for his face, “Keith!” He repeats, grabbing Keith by the arms and keeping him still.
“You damn son of a –! It was your fault! You and your stupid rules! You and – and – God, I hate you, Ifucking hate you!” Keith screams, fist hitting the young adult on the chest, “You fucking – I fucking hate –“
“You didn’t protect him!” Keith screams, still trashing and kicking against Shiro’s hold on his arms, “You didn’t protect him! You promised and you didn’t –! You just let him die in your arms! You just stood there as he died and –! Fuck!”
“Keith, please –“ Shiro rasps out brokenly but Keith shakes his head, taking a step back from his older brother, shrugging his hold.
“No. No. He died, Shiro. My – Lance died and I – I couldn’t – And –“ A sudden abrupt sob escapes his mouth and suddenly Keith falls to the ground, sobs shaking his entire body, “I –I –I didn’t know what – And you were – You looked so hopeless as you held him and I couldn’t – I fucking lost it –“
“Keith.” Shiro mumbles, his heart breaking for his little brother but the teen just continues to sob on the ground in the middle of the hallway.
“I-I’m sorry, fuck – I’m sorry, Shiro – I know it wasn’t – wasn’t your fault but –“ Keith presses the palm of his hands hard against his eyes in hopes to stop the flowing tears, “It was mine. It was my fault – And I slash out at you and I’m – He was dead, god , he wasDEAD, SHIRO!”
Shiro doesn’t hesitates and then he’s on the floor, wrapping his arms around his little brother as the teen shakes with sobs, still mumbling incoherently against his brother’s chest and Shiro takes no mind as snot and tears mix themselves on his shirt.
He just holds his brother, tight and strong, and sucks in a deep breath to stop his own tears from falling.
“I’m sorry.” He murmurs under his breath against Keith’s wild hair, “I’m so sorry, little brother.”
Allura just stands quietly on the corner, watching with sad eyes as the brothers sit on the floor, holding each other. She turns then, giving them their privacy before she enters the first room down the opposite hall.
Her footsteps are soft as she walks towards the bed on the corner of the room. The room is dark and quiet, for the exception of the hard panting breathing coming from the bed.
Allura takes a seat on the start of the bed, near Lance’s face, and watches sadly as the brunet rasps out harsh breaths through his mouth, unable to fill his lungs properly.
“Hush, now, it’s okay, Lance. It’s okay.” She mumbles gently, brushing Lance’s wet hair back as the the brunet whimpers inconsolably, “Sh, asteráki. You’re alright.”
She stays there for a while, humming under her voice to calm the brunet down and whispering comfort words as he whimpers and whines unconsciously.
Allura losses track of the time but suddenly, the door opens once again and she meets Shiro’s wide scared eyes at the edge of the door.
“Shiro.” She calls softly and frowns when the leader of Voltron doesn’t knowledge her calling, his gray eyes solemnly placed on the shivering brunet on the bed, “Shiro, love.”
One, two, three steps back out of shock and then Shiro’s running out of the room.
Once the words stuttered out of his mouth, it was as if Harry’s soul left his body. All the composure he carried within the last three months have suddenly been broken down, completely struck by his words.
He goes stiff, face paling by the second, and his body seems to be immobile. His eyes are wide, in a trance, dazing out into oblivion. She made it clear she never wanted to see him again. She hasn’t even spoken to him since the night he broke up with her. Every attempt Harry made to reach out to her has been ignored, the feeling of being with her only existing in his memory. She was gone, she left him with remorse, and even though he begged, cried, and screamed at her to take him back, she left him alone to fight for himself.
It was clear she gave up on him, that the past two years she spent with him was a waste of her time. She was his only escape, and the way he repaid her was by leaving her. She didn’t deserve that, she didn’t deserve any of it.
So why is she coming here?
As he opens his mouth to speak, he feels the dryness of his mouth preventing him from continuing any further.
“Wh-“ he swallows thickly, eyes heavy and still in tears, “Why is she coming here, Liam?”
His tone is soft, breaking as he speaks.
Liam sighs, hand moving to the back of his neck. He doesn’t know exactly how to respond. He knows no matter what the reason, Harry’s going to be mad that he’s been keeping in touch with Y/n more than he has. And because of the large pit of insecurity that’s barricaded inside of him, he’ll start to doubt his relationship with her, even more than he does so now.
“Me and Y/n,” Liam mutters hesitantly, “we’ve been talking.”
All Harry can process is that fucking word. Talking. Something Harry wasn’t able to do with her, yet she was doing with someone else. The way he said it, too, like he was hesitant, like he was hiding something. The look on his face said it all, like he was guilty, like he had done something that would turn the switch to push Harry over the edge.
If Y/n were to start talking to somebody else, Liam would be someone she deserved to be talking to. He’s charming, especially good looking, and has a side to him almost every girl swoons over. He’s delicate, he doesn’t have a bone in his body to commit half the harm Harry has. He can’t find a single ounce in his heart to leave someone he loves, either, which is why every part of Harry’s body boils with a feeling he’s never experienced before.
Before Liam can continue what he was saying, Harry’s head snaps up, his once tearful eyes altering into a far more sinister gaze, burning through Liam like wildfire. His body is moving faster than his mind can process, his legs nearly tripping over themselves as he aggressively storms toward Liam, teeth clenched and hands curled into fists.
His fists violently slam against his chest, his arms pinning him against the wall in a fit of rage Harry has never felt before. The amount of anger traveling through his body makes his heart pump so much it physically hurts. His veins are popping from under his skin, his jaw clenched so harshly he wouldn’t be shocked if his own teeth crushed.
“What do you mean you’ve been talking to her?!” Harry roared, his forearm pressing harshly against his neck. “If you dared even thought about her in that way for even a second I swear to God, Liam-“
“Harry!” Liam groans, hands clenching against Harry’s wrists, striving to pry away from his mercilessness hold.
“Liam, I will kill you!” Harry sobs.
His body weakens in defeat, his sobs drowning him out of breath. The arms that were once pinning Liam against the wall have slid down right near Liam’s shoulders. His fists are banging against the wall, almost as if trying to rid the pain that has ripped through his heart.
It hurts too much.
How could he possibly live through this? For months, he thought the pain that he had been enduring was the worst it could get. Nothing could break him further than not being with the love of his life. But now, the thought of Liam being with Y/n had hurt him so bad he actually felt physical pain. His whole body hurt, his muscles straining against themselves and his skin burning from the anger unleashing from his insides.
“How could you do this to me?” He cries, “What have I done for you to do this to me?!”
Liam sighs, gripping Harry’s violent hands to prevent him from hurting himself. Harry shakes his head at his touch, his cries becoming louder, attempting to push him away because of how disgusted and betrayed he feels, but Liam isn’t having it.
“Me and Y/n” he speaks sternly, “have been talking about you.”
Harry lets out a small whimper, lifting his head up to finally look at him. His fighting hands are now trembling against Liam’s, breathing harshly from the lack of air he’s gotten from his cries.
“Wh-what?” he croaks.
“You honestly think I’d be talking to her like that?” he whispers, pulling Harry upright so he can stand properly, “First of all, I would never, in a million years, think about doing that to you. And second of all, you must really doubt yourself if you think Y/n’s even close to being over you.”
Harry trips over his own feet before he finds his balance, a sigh of relief escaping him, finally finding his breath.
He still feels upset, however, about Y/n talking to Liam instead of him. He’s spent every day trying to get her to talk to him, but she just pushed away further. He would have taken anything- anything from the sound of her breathing or crying, to her swearing and telling him she can’t do it anymore. Any of it would be better than what he was giving her now. He would have gotten answers that way, but with her silence being the only response to his desperate cries, he started to believe she didn’t love him anymore. Nothing was worse than that.
“She-she isn’t over me?” he breathes out.
Liam shakes his head slightly, eyes fluttering shut.
“Harry, she loves you.. too much. She really doesn’t know how to live without you; you were everything to her. You leaving her, it- it was too much. When you let her go it was as if every purpose she had in her life had left her all at once. She’s a completely different person now, Harry. You have to realize that the woman you see tonight won’t be the same woman you remember her being.”
Harry’s eyebrows furrow, eyes trailing down to his hands. He knows he changed her when they were together, but he hadn’t thought much about how she’d change when he left. Of course, he expected her to be heartbroken and upset, but he didn’t expect her to be so different.
He promised himself he’d never hurt her, that he’d never cause her any of the pain he caused others. He couldn’t bare the thought of it- the thought of her being in any sort of pain because of him. Nothing mattered more than keeping her safe and protected and him being the reason why. He felt obligated to make her feel that way. So when Liam tells him Y/n isn’t the same without him, a sudden realization hits him that it didn’t matter that he believed he was protecting her by leaving her, because in the end, she was a hell of a lot more hurt than ever before. Because of him.
“What’s wrong with her?” he whispers.
“She’s back to square one. It’s as if she never met you. She’s back to this extremely damaged, insecure woman who doesn’t show an ounce of strength. When she talks about you, she’s broken. The only reason she doesn’t talk to you is because she’s trying to forget about you.”
Harry’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach, the thought of her going back to how she was before. She hated that girl with a passion, despised how weak she was, how little hope she had for herself. She had nothing, quite literally, and she showed just how much her past affected her. She was so insecure, she barely spoke because of the doubt she carried onto herself- convinced others would look down upon her when she put the attention on herself.
What makes his heart shatter is the thought of her trying to rid the memories she’s had with him. To him, he’d sacrifice anything to keep all the beautiful moments he’s shared with her. He wouldn’t mind a lifetime of pain if it meant the two happiest years of his life with her. She’s everything to him, he couldn’t imagine a life without her. And knowing that that’s all she wants makes him feel completely worthless.
“No” he whispers, “you didn’t just say that to me. You didn’t.”
Liam rubs his shoulder, looking at him sympathetically. He can’t imagine the pain he’s been going through, especially with all the information he’s feeding him now.
“You have to think about it from her standpoint, though. She’s wrecked, Harry. The thought of you, to her, is remembering every part of her life she feels she can’t get back. You couldn’t expect her to be okay, you know, she’s in love with you.”
He nods slowly, swallowing harshly as he grips tightly onto Liam’s hand.
He doesn’t know if he can fix what he’s broken. He doesn’t know how he’s going to get the love of his life back. All he knows is that Y/n’s coming back to him, at this lakehouse, and he doesn’t want to fuck it up more than he already has.
“Help me, please” he mutters, eyes looking up at him in pure desperation.
Liam smiles, his free hand reaching to pat his shoulder softly.
“She’s coming here, for you, isn’t she? So go, take a shower and look presentable. You smell like shit.”
When Y/n arrives at the lake house, it’s as if every memory she had with Harry flashes before her eyes. She never imagined being here without Harry by her side. It’s a weird feeling, honestly, to be in the place she was positive her and Harry would get married, while they are almost complete strangers to one another.
She sucks in a harsh breath, eyes gazing upon the house. It’s just as beautiful as she remembered, but it feels different. Normally, upon arrival, she envisioned a new adventure with Harry, days filled with complete bliss and utter loving engagement. She always had a smile on her face, her heart growing on the road trip there.
But now, after everything that’s happened, she doesn’t know how to feel. She doesn’t even know what to expect. All she knows is the pain she feels in her chest and the burning she feels in her eyes every other second she spends looking at this goddamn house.
She never thought she’d end up here, actually. She didn’t want to, at least not at first. When Liam asked her to join them for Harry’s birthday, she immediately backed down, finding any excuse she possibly could to avoid any confrontation with him. But when Liam started to tell her everything about Harry’s past couple of months without her, she couldn’t keep damaging him.
A part of her believed he deserved her silence, but another part of her believed that it wasn’t fair to him, either. She loved him too much to keep doing this to him, so she conquered her fear and decided to do the one thing Harry should be doing instead.
Fighting. For them.
In the midst of her thoughts, a sudden call of her name drags her out from them.
“Y/n!” the boys welcome her, all rushing to greet her with a hug.
She gasps from the unexpected tackle the boys give her, adjusting her body against their holds as she tries, but fails, to hug them all back.
“Hi” she smiles, cheeks flushing from the sudden amount of attention, “it’s good to see you guys again.”
The boys’ eyebrows furrow in confusion, lightly laughing at her change in demeanor. She seems out of place, lost somehow. He can tell she’s doubting her arrival, but she knows them. She’s been a part of them for years, there’s no way he’s going to let her break up with Harry affect their friendship with her so negatively.
“What’s with the proper greeting, Y/n? C’mon, it’s us!” Niall laughs, wrapping his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to loosen her up.
Y/n lets out a slight giggle, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. She lets out a small breath, swallowing harshly before nodding her head.
“Yeah- yeah, sorry, just a bit nervous is all” she mutters.
The boys nod at her knowingly, smiling softly at her and they begin to guide her inside the house. They make small talk while she settles in the house, asking her about how she’s been, how she’s been, and how she’s been spending her time during her departure. She answers willingly, discussing her new job and the small apartment she started living in. It wasn’t half of what her and Harry shared, but it was cozy and thought it was perfect for one person.
Zayn insists on having Y/n unpack in a room and give her some privacy. The rest of the boys agree, settling in the living room to set up the poker game they planned on playing earlier. While doing so, Zayn and Y/n are left alone in the kitchen.
She feels her heart pounding out of her chest at the mere thought of seeing Harry. So much time has passed and so much could change, their once unbreakable bond seizing to nonexistence. She doesn’t know how he feels about her anymore, but she hopes deeply he still loves her just as much as she still loves him. Even after he left her.
“Where is he?” she whispers, the side of her index finger in between her teeth.
“He’s upstairs showering. He took Niall’s room, pretty sure none of them will care which room you take. Just make yourself comfortable.” Zayn smiles.
Comfortable, she thought. Yeah right.
Making her first step in the bedroom her and Harry would normally stay in gave her an overwhelming feeling of comfort. It’s the closest she felt to him in a while, being in the bedroom where their relationship peaked. Every square inch of her new apartment feels nothing like home, no traces of Harry’s existence inside it. She felt uneasy in her house, alone and cold with every step she took. It was quiet, it was boring, no history behind it.
This room, though, at every sight she took their was a story, a memory to permanently set itself inside the four walls. It hurts her to know the legacy of this room may never continue on, but she feels at home here. In the first time in months, she’s comfortable. She’s sane, because this is the closest she’s been to Harry since the breakup, and it feels euphoric.
She closes the door softly behind her, locking the door, because the thought of an unexpected entrance of Harry fills her with anxiety. She isn’t ready to face him yet, she doesn’t know if she’s strong enough to admit her feelings and stand her ground. But she questions if she ever really will be ready for it.
She sets her bag down on the bed, propping her hands up from the mattress, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. She squeezes her eyes shut, an unwanted wave of tears making their way to the surface. She lets out a small whimper, thinking back to all her favorite memories with him.
Why does she have to think about it so much?
“Harry, we’re back!” Y/n squealed, clapping her hands together as her feet lifted off the ground in pure excitement.
It was their first year anniversary. Harry kept telling her all day he had an amazing surprise planned out for her. She didn’t expect to end up here. She expected a temporary hotel, or maybe a place that provided a spa, since Harry said the drive to the lake house wouldn’t be a good idea since Louis’ family would be staying there for the weekend. Of course, he lied. If he didn’t, the sight before him wouldn’t have been as priceless as it was then.
Harry giggled, admiring the cutest sight he’s ever seen. Her eyes gleamed, the smile painted on her beautiful face enough to satisfy him for the rest of his life. He felt his happiest when watching Y/n at her exciting moments. The look she had made his heart flutter, because it was him that made her feel that way.
“You really thought I wouldn’t take you here?” He chuckled, hugging her from behind and planting a soft kiss in the crook of her neck. “This is our place.”
Y/n sighed contently, turning her body around so that she can kiss him. Her hands found their way to the back of his neck, scraping the nape of it. His hand wandered to her back, rubbing her t-shirt covered skin.
“You’re a sneaky little one, aren’t you?” She smirked against his lips.
He laughed, eyes staring captivatingly into hers.
“That’s the point of a surprise, isn’t it, love?”
The sound of someone knocking on the door snaps Y/n out of her daydream. Expecting it to be Zayn checking up on her, she slowly makes her way to the door. Before she has a chance to fully make it, the voice she hasn’t heard in months calls from the other side of the doorway.
“Y/n, please.” Harry pounds harder on the door again, “Please let me in.”
Y/n steps slightly away from the door the second she’s aware it’s Harry. Her breathing slows into such quietness she can barely breathe. She doesn’t move, a bit of her hoping that if she doesn’t respond to him, he’d leave.
She wants to see him, she does, but she just can’t. Being broken up with him is easier without the constant reminder that he’s not in her life anymore. Seeing him would just be a slap in the face for her, a punch in the gut to remind her just how much she’s lost.
Harry groans, kicking the bottom of the door. He sighs, placing his forehead against the door as he slowly jiggles the knob between his fingers, just hoping she’d have any chance of letting him in.
“Baby,” his voice cracks as he whispers, “Baby, please. I don’t know how much longer I can go without seeing you.“
He knows she’s there. He can hear her shallow breathing through the door, and hell, even hearing her breathe is making him feel relieved. He didn’t know how long he’d go without hearing it.
Y/n blinks away her tears, folding her arms across her chest, because she feels so weak when it comes to him, but she has to stand her ground. He can’t just leave her brokenhearted and expect her to give into him. Not without letting him know just how much he’s destroyed her.
“That’s your own fault, Harry.” She croaks out.
Her voice makes his head snap up toward the door. The sound of her voice, God, how much it means to him. He thought he’d never hear it again. Even if it’s rough, even if her tone is harsh, at least she’s speaking to him. He’s no longer being haunted by an empty void and constant reminder that she’s not in his life anymore.
“No, I know but- but I never thought I’d never see you again.” he whimpers, “I haven’t even heard your voice. I’m going crazy here. I’ve been putting up the biggest fight of my life. I need you, I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”
Y/n’s face twists in anger once he finishes. How dare he say that to her? How dare he make this entirely about himself. He’s going crazy? He doesn’t know how much longer he can do this? He was the one who broke things off. She fought for him, she’s been fighting for him for so long and he was the one who kept pushing her away. Him not seeing her? Him going crazy? That’s his fault. This is all his fault.
In her sudden fit of anger, Y/n storms up to the door, punching it with the two sides of her fists.
“You let me go, Harry!” She screams.
Harry visibly flinches at her sudden outburst, his body nearly flinging itself off the door.
"I did everything for you! I was there for you when you had nobody else, I was by your side while everybody else gave up on you! I was the only person on this earth who still had hope for you! And what did you do? You proved me wrong.”
Harry thrashes his head side to side, eyes squeezing shut as he hears her venomous words. His hands tug harder on the doorknob, fighting with everything he has just to fucking look at her.
“C’mon, Y/n! C’mon!” Harry growls through clenched teeth, attempting to kick the door down.
"I spent two years of my life with you because I loved you, and you let me go.” She whispers the last part, her forehead pressing gently against the door.
His breathing is harsh, face dampened with tears as his fingers graze the part of the door he knows she’s leaning on. This is the closest he’s been to her in three months, he’s getting more mental by the second. He’s hasn’t felt her so close in so long, he’ll stop at nothing to get closer. Not even this goddamn door can stop him.
“Y/n” he whispers, “open this door or so help me God, I will kick it down myself.”
She lifts her hand hesitantly to the knob, contemplating whether to completely ignore his request or risk breaking down everything she’s built since the breakup. She’s close to walking away, but she doesn’t think she’d be able to live with herself if she decides not to see him again. She’s barely survived the past three months without him, she can’t bare to think about how emotional she’d become if she wasted another minute of her life without her beside him.
Her shaking fingers slowly turn the lock. She barely has time to even consider going back on her decision before Harry emerges from the other side, feverishly slamming the door and locking it again, preventing anybody on invading their privacy.
He turns around to face her in a hasting manner, hair disheveled, dampened with little drops of water dripping from the ends. His sweatpants and t-shirt worn sloppily on his body, as if in a hurry to put his outfit on.
When he sees her, he swears every part of him ignites. He’s breathless, seeing her stand in the middle of their favorite room, looking as nervous as ever, but just as beautiful as he remembers. It’s as if his heart mends at the sight of her, like she’s the cure for all the pain he’s been suffering through.
He’s never felt more alive in his life while he looks at her in this moment.
She keeps her head down, hiding her tears, refusing to let her eyes meet his. The second she looks at him, she’ll be a goner. She’ll mold back into him so easily there wouldn’t be any trace of a hesitation. She’ll conform back into his life as if she never left, but she refuses to do that now. She needs to realize the damage he’s done. Letting her go was the worst decision of his life.
“Y/n” Harry whispers, “please look at me.”
She lets out a grated cry, her hand reaching up to her chest. She shakes her head, lungs collapsing as she attempts to breathe past her sobs.
She’s never felt so hurt before. How can she look at her love, that broke her heart, and be expected to be okay? How is any of that possible?
“I- I can’t, Harry.” She sobs, shaking her head.
Harry takes a couple steps closer to her. Her body is shaking, her eyes looking at anywhere but him.
It hurts him more than she thinks. He feels crushed and helpless as she continues to ignore him. He just wants nothing more than for him to be heard and to be seen by her, and she’s just not giving it to him, and he feels like he’s dying.
“Why?” he whispers, his hand reaching out to graze her shoulder.
“Please talk to me, why can’t you look at me?!” He cries out, frustrated tears tracing down his face.
“Because when I look at you, all I can think about is loving you!” she sobs, her voice raising as her eyes, finally, look up to stare at his. “And I don’t want to love you anymore, Harry, I don’t! You ruined me! You fought against everything in your life. You fought everything and everyone and yet you didn’t fight for us!”
It feels as if the wind has been knocked right out of Harry, his chest tightening as he listens to her confess everything she’s been feeling within the past three months.
He never thought about it that way- not fighting for her. He was trying to fight for her for so long, but he couldn’t find the strength to change. When he left her, he didn’t mean it as him not fighting for their relationship, he meant is as a way to protect her from him- to protect her from the danger he’s been bringing into her life.
He continues to cry. Soul-shaking, heavy cries as she pushes his hand off of her.
“I want to hate you so bad, Harry” she whimpers, eyes closing as silent tears run along her face.
“But when I look at you all I can think about is holding you and touching you and kissing you and all I can think about is doing everything you don’t want me to do.”
Harry looks at her like he’s watching his whole world crumble. He’s confused, extremely heartbroken that she genuinely believes he didn’t want any of that. That’s all he thought about. Living without those hands roaming his body, living without her lips against hers, living without her arms wrapped around him was enough to kill him. He just felt so empty.
“You really think I don’t want any of that?” he whispers, his fingers reaching up to rub her cheek.
She rubs her cheek along his fingers, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. Even the slightest bit of it is enough to send chills down her spine.
“I don’t know” she mumbles, “I don’t know anything about us anymore.”
He sighs, hands making their way around her waist before pulling her against him. She cries softly in his chest, her fingers tugging softly at the hem of his shirt. He rocks her back and forth, his own tears falling on top of her head but she shows no sign of caring.
“I never stopped loving you, you know” he whispers, lips speaking against her shoulder, “I don’t know how I did all that I did without you. I promise you, I’m not the man I was. I don’t hurt people anymore, I’m not who I was, I swear. I fought for us when I let you go. I had to prove myself wrong to convince myself we could be right for each other.”
She shakes her head, pushing his body away from hers.
“So that’s it? You had to convince yourself we were right for each other? So through our entire two years you just- you just thought we were wrong for each other?” she snaps.
Harry begins to panic, everything rushing to him all at one time, he feels like he can hardly breathe.
“No, baby, what are you-”
“How could you say that to me, Harry?” she whispers, eyes looking desperately into his, “how could you dare stand there and say that to me?”
He desperately reaches for her hand, bringing it up to his lips as he’s on the verge of genuinely begging her to understand him.
He’s never seen her so hurt.
“I know me and you are meant for each other. I- I never laid hands on someone else the way I laid my hands on you. You pushed me through everything, you stuck by me through all my faults and you still loved me, Y/n. Even though I know there were times you wanted to despise me, you continued to love me. And even now, I’m standing here, probably looking like the biggest fool because the man who used to not give a shit about others is drowning in his own tears over a girl but I don’t care. Because my life is nothing without you, my existence is nothing without you by my side. And I will spend the rest of my life trying to convince you that I never meant a single word of what I said to you when I left.”
She looks up at him in admiration, her hands harshly holding his face. She’s speechless, soft breaths struggling to escape her as she tries for form a coherent sentence.
“You will always be my plus one, baby. Don’t you ever forget that.”
Before he can say anything else, she feverishly pushes his lips toward her. Her body ignites in pure euphoria, the feeling of his lips against hers reviving every part of her that died when he left.
She moans in the kiss, pushing his body down against the bed. His hands graze her back, lost in complete oblivion as her lips work magnetically against hers.
There’s no point in fighting this anymore, she didn’t want to spend another second without him. She knew they wouldn’t be apart forever, but she didn’t know how easy it would be to fall back into his arms. It was as if the anger burning inside her was no match for the overwhelming desire to have him back in her life, as if her broken heart didn’t give a shit about its angered undertone.
And with his lips against hers, with her name breathlessly leaving his lips like she’s never heard it before, the past meant absolutely fucking nothing to them.
“Don’t leave.” Harry heaves between kisses, his fingers digging into her waist, sure to leave marks.
God, how fucking heavenly is this, she thinks.
“Not leaving.” She whispers back, sloppily detaching herself from him to take off the unwanted t-shirt that was to his body.
She presses her lips against his chest, kissing down from his neck to the valley in between his chest. Her hands grip his, squeezing them as she kisses down to his naval.
“No,” Harry groans, the feeling of her touch making it hard for him to concentrate, “you’re not understandin’ me, baby. Don’t leave.”
Her lips come to a halt, her eyes traveling up his body until they meet his. She rests her chin against his abdomen, confused wrinkles forming between her eyebrows. He’s panting, eyes dark as he looks down at her. But he’s smirking, slightly, reaching his hand up to slide it down her hair.
“How much of a fool would I be if I get the love of my life back and not ask her to move in with me?”
Y/n chuckles, placing her forehead against his abdomen as she laughs.
“We already have a house together, y’know, I think we both knew I’d come back and-”
“Here” Harry interrupts her, “ask you to move in with me here.”
Y/n’s mouth drops, at a complete loss of words after hearing the question Harry planned on asking her for far too long now.
She loves this house, she does, with a passion, but she never thought Harry would live with her here. Sure, it is the house they feel most comfortable in, and it is the house that feels most like home to them, but this is under the Tomlinson name. How can this place be theirs?
She stutters out, not processing what exactly had just happened.
“Oh c’mon” Harry sighs, “you never thought about this? You can’t tell me you can’t see us being married with our little kids roaming around in here, can you?”
Y/n lets out a soft cry, the words falling from his mouth making their way to her beating heart. She smiles up at him, giggling before crawling so that she’s on top of him. He laughs at her, heart swelling at the look on her face. She leans down to kiss him again, lips meshing together in pure bliss.
“I can see all of that” she sighs out in contentment, “I love you so much, Harry. I’d never leave.”
He smiles again before giving her a quick peck to her lips.
She lifts her hand to tangle her fingers in his hair, tugging slightly at the roots.
Context: Pathfinder campaign where the party consists of a Barbarian, Oracle (Me), Ranger, Sorcerer, and Paladin. We’re clearing out a castle we received as a reward for saving a town. We made it inside the courtyard and met the three goblins who “owned” it. They were sitting 25 feet above us on a balcony.
Goblins: *fire arrows at party, mostly missing.* “Have you come to pay tribute?!“
Paladin: *Attempts to diplomacy, and fails horribly* "You guys look great. Really great. Best goblins. Wanna come down here? So I can smite you to hell?”
His mouth would instantly open the moment he saw you entering the room in
nothing but an extremely tight high-waisted shorts that barely covered half a
centimeter under your ass, and a top that was rather close to being a bra than
an actual shirt. He thanked God that he was sitting; otherwise his legs would’ve
failed him. He bit his lip, but as he noticed how suddenly quiet the other guys
had become, they were uselessly trying to cover up the fact that they were
staring at you; but their eyes would always return to your figure. His jaw
clenched, blood boiling at the thought of someone other than him desiring you.
He didn’t know if he should scold them or you for being so provocative around
them. He opted for the latter, taking advantage of it as he dragged you to your
room with dark eyes and a sly smirk. “You’re going to change those clothes
right now” he muttered, but as you were starting to complain about it, he
continued, pretending to check you out, “ah! I’ve got the perfect option for
you!” and as he pulled you closer, firmly grabbing your waist with both hands,
he leaned and whispered in your ear with a husky voice “how about… no clothes?”
he playfully bit your earlobe as his hands started to wander off all over your
body, and in no time those tiny pieces of clothing ended up on the floor,
“what the actual fuck” he babbled to himself when he saw you sitting next to
him in nothing but an extra-mini mini-skirt and a tightly fitting shirt that
took his breath away for a second before he could force himself to look other
way and looking at the other six guys in the room, he noticed how they were not
exactly staring at your face. “Are you trying to kill us all today, sweetheart?”
he would say in your ear, trying to hide the jealousy that had took control
upon his entire being and sending shivers down your spine as he slowly placed
his hand on your back and started to play with your bra strips, pulling and
letting go. When you bit your lip as you stared at him, he would take no time
in taking your hand and driving you to his room, where he could barely close
the door before attacking your lips. “Come on, kitten, scream for me, let them
know who you belong to” he said almost in a groan as his lips went to harshly
suck in the sensitive skin on your neck, leaving marks that would remind
everyone who was the only one who got to pleasure you.
the grimace that suddenly appeared on Hoseok’s face made everyone crack a laugh
until they actually turned around to where he was staring and saw you confidently strutting towards where they were sitting, with a cleavage that was capable of causing more than
one heart attack, making your high heels sound louder than what they should
have. Hobi breathed in deeply, trying to control himself as he patted the free space on the couch next to
him, and you obeyed, flashing everyone a stunning smile although probably no
one saw it, rather too focused on… other parts… Hoseok noticed that too, and he
wrapped his arms around you, burying your face in his chest and trying to cover you up, but stiffening when he
felt your warm kisses over his shirt. “If you don’t stop now, baby girl, I
might have to fuck you right here, right now” he teasingly whispered in your ear. The sly smirk that appeared on
your face did nothing but force him to stand up and grab you by your wrist,
dragging you to his room where he happily complied his promise.
he didn’t actually show much of a reaction when he saw you in a dress that
almost seemed undersized due to how much skin it showed. He was accustomed to
seeing you in so much less that it
didn’t strike in how provocative you were being until he saw the look in the
other boys’ eyes. They were basically ripping your clothes off with in their
minds and, goddamn it, they weren’t even trying
to hide it. He honestly tried to tell himself that you were a grown up woman
and you could wear whatever you wanted, but his overprotective side didn’t take
long to overcome his common sense. His mind started to wander off to how he
could punish you that night, but he couldn’t resist that long, so he just dragged you to the nearest room and made sure
you screamed his name so loud that every
person in the building could hear you. “Yeah, that’s right babe, scream a
little louder for daddy” he whispered in your ear as he made sure you knew
nobody else could pleasure you as he did.
❀ Jimin: “damn kitty, I would hate to think you’re
doing this on purpose” he playfully whispered in your ear as you sat next to
him on the couch, closely followed by other six pair of eyes that seemed to
find it impossible to stop staring at you and your little crop top that didn’t
leave much for imagination. “Because then I might have to punish you for being
such a naughty little girl” he continued, his husky, hoarse voice and his warm
breathe so close to your skin sending shivers down your spine. “Punish me?” you innocently murmur in his
ear, keeping up with his game, not minding the presence of the rest of the boys
as he grabbed your ass in such a way that nobody could see, but they could
probably figure it out from the way you bit your lip, pushing Jimin to the
limit. “Excuse us” he could barely manage to voice as he desperately locked the
door of his room before quickly pinning you to the wall and, as his hands
wandered off all over your body, he whispered slowly in your ear “you’ve been
such a bad girl, I’m gonna make sure you learn your lesson”.
✽ Taehyung: you would raise an eyebrow at him in
the moment he took his shirt off. “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought we were having a ‘who
can show more skin’ competition?” he said, mocking you and making the rest of
the boys chuckle, but that didn’t make the lust that was evidently seeable on
their eyes disappear as they checked you out, with you only wearing a tight
low-waisted shorts and a little shirt that made it seem more like you were
wearing a bikini than actual clothing. “Well, I could easily win that
competition, you know” you whispered in his ear, making sure to teasingly play
with the edge of your shorts as you innocently winked at him. That was enough
for him. He shoved you into the nearest bedroom that luckily was his and aggressively
threw you onto the bed, making sure you felt his prominent bulge pressing
against you as he kissed your neck and said, his warm breathing crashing
against your skin and making you crave more of his heavenly lips “you don’t
even know how hard it was for me not fucking you right then and there, baby
girl, you’re gonna have to pay for making me go through such difficulties”.
✿ Jungkook: his lips would immediately turn into
a firmly pressed thin line when he saw the way you were dressed, his blood
boiling at how the other six boys were looking at you just like a depredator
would look at his prey before jumping on it and feverishly devouring it, and
saying that he hated it was a clear,
giant understatement. If looks could
kill, he would’ve already killed each and every one of his group partners at
least a dozen times, so he grabbed you by your shoulders before you could even
sit and guided you to his bedroom, quickly shutting the door with a rough kick,
making a loud noise that was drowned by your little moans as he pinned both
your hands above your head and as he pressed you against the wall, he started
to harshly suck on your neck, making sure to pay special attention to your
sweet spot, the one that made you groan over and over again. “Do you like it, baby girl?” he would say as you were trying to
grasp for air, his tongue working miracles over the juncture of your neck and
your shoulder. “Don’t forget it, I am
the only one that can make you feel like this, princess, am I being clear?” he
would finish his sentence with a soft nib at your neck, making you moan in
response. A smirk would appear on his face as he made sure you completely
understood his words throughout the night.
Prompt: “Can you write a Harry styles imagine where he wakes you up in the middle of the night with a migraine and he needs you to take care of him because he doesn’t feel good ?? Thanks darling!” -Anon
Word Count: 1,106.
Ah- Ah- Ah -Ah I’ve got a migraine. There’s a couple tøp references in this heh. Apologies that it’s so short! Wrote this in the hour of free time that I had lol. Thank you for requesting :) I’m slowly moving down my lists of requests now that I got a new laptop! Next one will be a Josh Dun imagine.
Love to you, Iz xx
Fuck. Harry thinks to himself, green eyes reluctantly opening. He moves to grip his head only to realise his arm is stuck in your firm grasp. Another line of profanities slips from his lips as he edges it out of your arms. You stir slightly before flipping to the other side, a sigh of relief leaving his lips.
Fucking hell this hurts. Harry clutches his head, which is now aching. He knew exactly what was coming on. The discomfort only increases the more he rouses himself. His eyes shut, the pain reverberating throughout the rest of his skull.
How the hell did this even happen? He didn’t even drink much before going to bed- just a couple wine glasses of wine at his dinner party with Jeff and Glenn.
His free hand pats the bedside table for the glass of water you always made sure to set out in case of instances like this. The migraine picks at him as he gulps down the glass and decides medicine would be the only cure.
The hardwood floor is frigid underneath his feet and Harry reminds himself to start wearing socks to bed; the winter months in London are always unforgiving.
Not wanting to worsen the pain, he is forced to search for the medicine in the dark. His fingers brush over a bottle similar to his usual pain relief bottle so he pours two into his hands. However once the pills touch his palm, his brows furrow. They’re circular instead of the usual capsule-shaped pills.
He pulls the bottle closer, eyes widening at the label. “Fast Acting Laxatives” reads the jar, causing Harry to yelp and drop it. He was this close to taking two of them. He winces at the sound of hard plastic hitting the floor, knowing several little pills spilt out.
Why ‘ave we even got these in the first place? Oh shit, wait, yeah. Harry answers his own question, thinking back to the time he pranked Louis back by crushing one and putting it into his drink. Serves Louis right though, no one messes with Harry’s boots, especially if it is to draw something on them.
Rummaging through the rest of the drawer, he finally comes across the correct bottle of medicine after carefully examining the label despite the strain in his eyes and pulse in his head.
He quietly pads back to the bed, hoping to fall asleep quickly and wake up feeling better. Your eyes flutter open at the sudden dip and wave of warmth, turning to glance at your husband.
“Harry?” You mumble in the darkness, reaching a hand out for his. He curses to himself, having woken you up.
He cuddles closer to you, tugging your body onto his chest. He’s afraid if he tells you about the raging migraine in his head, you’ll feel compelled to stay awake and take care of him. He murmurs a reply you just barely register.
“Go back to sleep, darlin.” You don’t have to be told twice as you drift off, sleep becoming of you once again.
A small smile etches across his face as he feels you falling deeper.
Though once your breathing slows, Harry regrets not telling you what was wrong as the throbbing only escalates. He lets out a groan knowing it would take another twenty minutes for the medicine to set in, and even then he doesn’t know if it would work that well.
His breathing becomes heavy, gripping the right side of his head. He didn’t get migraines often, but when he did, oh boy were they raging. His eyes clamp down in an attempt to force sleep, but it only worsens the pain.
“Mgh.” He releases an incoherent moan, shifting from side to side. Harry knows he probably shouldn’t, but fuck it, you’re the only person he knows could help.
“Love,” He gently shakes. You grumble a bit as his swaying continues, his repeated pet names finally waking you.
“What? What is it, H?” You almost snap, slightly annoyed.
“I-I-I’ve got a migraine.” He mutters in reply, guilt also setting in as he woke you with his own problems.
“Oh.” You bite your lip, thankful that you did not utter any rude words.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. You can go back to sleep-”
“No, no. Of course not. I’m glad you woke me up. Do you want me to get some more water or boil some? Have you taken meds for it?”
His head nods, whining lowly at the sensation.
“ ‘m sorry,” Harry apologises again. “I really wouldn’t wake you unless it was bad and I’ve tried to go back to sleep but I just can’t and- and… it really fooking hurts.”
You lean forward to lay a kiss on his forehead. “Don’t apologise for wanting help, my love.” You respond before exiting to make tea. The herbal ones always seemed to calm him.
Once back in the room, you frown at his exterior. His body is up against the headboard, arms crossed and trying to relax but it was only causing more of an ache.
You sigh, pulling him closer. He tries to relax in your grasp but cannot rattle the discomfort. Your fingers dig into his hair, gently massaging the tender areas.
“… and my pain will range from up, down and sideways, thank God it’s Friday cause Fridays…” You hum lowly, the TØP song sticking to your brain after Harry brought up the title.
“Don’t know why they, always seem so dismal. Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle…”
“What’s the name of that song again, angel?” Harry interjects.
“Migraine.” You chuckle, causing him to groan.
“You don’t like the song?”
“No, no. I do, it’s just… perhaps something a bit more mellow for the moment?”
You nod, beginning a different song for your husband. Though everything still hurt, your repeated touch and sound eased his pain just a bit.
“But ain’t nobody love you like I do…”
You notice his breathing gradually calm as you sing softly. Another smile comes across his face, feeling incredibly thankful to have you around. Nothing and no one could ever make him feel as you do.
“Promise that I will not take it personal-”
“-baby?” He completes the line, though his intonation hints that it is question rather than him singing. You pout, thinking you had upset him again by the choice of song. Happier had also been circling your thoughts and though it did not apply to either of you, it was still a fantastic song to sing.
Summary: Your life was nothing but a drag until you met Jeon Jungkook, the alluringly beautiful fashion design student who asked you to model for his upcoming runway show. Soon you find yourself pulled into his eccentric group of friends and their enticing world of fashion, sex and music, a world that may ultimately leave your heart in pieces.
Inspired by the anime/manga Paradise Kiss ♥
The day after your accidental meeting with Jungkook in the library, your brain was swamped with thoughts of him, of that beautiful black velvet dress and the dim and dusty ex-bar that the four of them so passionately made clothes in day and night.
You could still feel the way the soft material of the dress felt against your sensitive skin, you could still remember how it had hung so luxuriously off your frame. It clung to you in all the right places giving you a flawless silhouette.
The dress was all that was present in your mind as you had listened to the monotonous droning of your mother when she had gotten home. You don’t know why she’d been particularly bitter on this occasion, perhaps one of her friends had been boasting about all that their children had achieved. That always seemed to set her off.
You’re throwing your life away.
I pay so much for you to get a good education and you don’t appreciate it at all.
Those words had so frequently left your mother’s lips that they didn’t even sting anymore. The knife had been so overused, causing the silver blade to become blunt and painless.
You thought back to the other night when you’d missed your curfew. She hadn’t cared that at least you were home safe after returning home late. In fact, the idea of your mother telling you off because she was worried about your safety seemed like a luxury to you. But, of course, the only thing she paid mind to were your grades, what your chances of getting into a prestigious university were and whether you would do the family proud or bring them shame.
Then there was Jungkook and his friends. People that stood for the exact opposite of what you’d been taught since you were a child. They seemed so liberated compared to you, they knew what their dreams were and they fought to achieve them every day. The only dreams you had to speak of were the ones that had been pushed upon you.
But when you’d stood in front of that mirror with that flattering new haircut and that gorgeous dress wrapped around your body, you’d felt more yourself than ever. You’d felt powerful, beautiful, and most crucially, you’d felt so free.
That night, despite your mother’s obvious disappointment in you, you’d fallen asleep with a faint smile fixed upon your lips.
You can still remember being eighteen years old and falling deeply in love with the sweet boy with the soft smile and crooked teeth. You remember literally bumping into him in the hallway one day at uni and you remember smiling because you recognized him, even if he didn’t recognize you. You knew his name was Tyler and you knew you liked the sound of his laugh. He didn’t apologize for nearly knocking you to the ground, but instead reciprocated your smile and replied with a gentle, “Hi.”
Things hadn’t been the same since and the two of you had spent the past eight years head over heels in love. That’s why it’s a bit strange when the doctor informs you that Tyler isn’t going to remember anything about you or the rest of his life for the next hour or so because of the anesthetic that they administered.
The reason that you both are at the hospital in the first place is because Tyler somehow neglected to mention that his side had been bothering him, until you literally found him on the kitchen floor, passed out with a spatula still in his hand.
Thankfully he only had to get his appendix removed and he wasn’t too beat up from falling to the floor. Still, you had shouted at him for a good ten minutes after he woke up. You couldn’t believe how stupid he’d been and you continue to insist that he “should have told you” before hugging him tightly, despite the doctor’s orders to not disturb him.
It’s been several hours since, and you’re still sitting next to Tyler’s hospital bed, waiting for him to wake up. The nurses tell you that Tyler should be waking up any minute now, and when he does, you should make sure that he eats some food.
You’re so busy texting Josh an update on what’s going on, that you don’t even realize when Tyler wakes up. It’s not until you hear rustling and a heavy sigh that you’re startled.
Immediately you snap your head up and see Tyler trying feebly to pick up the water bottle he just dropped onto the floor. Without thinking about it, you reach over and grab Tyler by the wrist gently, stopping him. “Hi,” you say warmly.
Tyler turns to look at you then and you watch as he inhales sharply in surprise. You furrow your eyebrows at him, unsure why Tyler is giving you that look and you’re even further confused when Tyler breathes, “Wow.”
You blink at him, dropping his wrist. “What is it? Have I got something on my face?”
Tyler shakes his head really slowly and his expression is—of awe? It’s not a rare expression on Tyler’s face since he’s awed by even the simplest things, flowers, sunsets, birds on the lawn, but it’s very misplaced here in a hospital room after he’s just had surgery.
“No,” Tyler mumbles, eyes wide, he looks slightly crazed. You realize it must be the anesthetics making him loopy. “God, you’re so gorgeous.”
That startles a laugh out of you. You cover your mouth with your hands in disbelief. “I’m what?”
“Gorgeous,” Tyler repeats very seriously.
You smile before you can help it and immediately start scrambling for your phone, turning the camera on and starting to record a video. As if you’re going to let the world miss out on a hazy Tyler calling you gorgeous.
You’re then reminded of your current, instructed responsibilities and with your other hand, you pick a cracker up from the plastic plate that the nurses left behind. “Eat up, Ty.”
“I’ll do anything you want me to do,” Tyler replies with an earnest expression, taking the cracker from your hand. You laugh again. “Just say the word.”
“That’s good to know, love, thank you,” you reply, patting Tyler’s free hand lightly before leaning back in your seat. “Are you feeling alright?”
Tyler doesn’t answer your question at first, too busy opening his mouth wide in attempt to fit the cracker in even though it’s completely unnecessary to open his mouth that wide. Then he turns to look at you again, cracker halfway to his mouth. “Who are you? What’s your name?”
You raise your eyebrows before remembering that Tyler doesn’t know who you are and most likely won’t for the next hour. “I’m Y/N,”you answer slowly, letting it sink in and watching as Tyler nods after a pause. “Now eat your cracker.”
“Okay,” he obliges before finally biting into the cracker. He makes a sour expression and you’re so glad that you thought to record this. After Tyler finishes chewing, he looks back at you. “Did the doctor send you?”
You shake your head, biting back a smile. “Not really, no.”
That seems to confuse Tyler who tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you the sexy doctor?”
Again you shake your head, this time unable to help a smile as you answer, “No,” before lightly patting Tyler’s hand again. “Come on Ty, you’ve got to eat.”
There’s a brief moment of silence before Tyler says, “But I’d rather eat you,” and you’re eyes widen before bursting out into a fit of laughter, nearly dropping your phone.
“You’re so horrible at pickup lines,” you say fondly once your laughter dies down.
Tyler pouts, muttering and grunting before blinking suddenly. “Still? Do we know each other? Really? I know the most beautiful girl in the world?”
“I think ‘the most beautiful girl in the world’ might be exaggerating but yes, we know each other,” you confirm, once again patting Tyler’s hand as a reminder.
He seems to take the hint because he takes another small bite of the cracker before asking his next question of, “Can we go on a date?”
You sputter in disbelief because Tyler looks so incredibly earnest, eyes wide and lips parted hopefully. When you’re finally able to form a coherent sentence, you shake your head and replies, “No, I’m sorry, I’m afraid we can’t.”
“Oh,” Tyler breathes, frowning and then suddenly he’s taking your left hand is his own and staring at the ring on your fourth finger. “Are you married? That’s not fair. Why do the good ones always have to be married? You’re too gorgeous to be tied down.”
You stare down at your own ring and then briefly glance over, meeting Tyler’s eyes again. Ridiculously enough, you feel butterflies in your stomach when you nod. “Yes, I’m married,” you say quietly.
The look on Tyler’s face is incredibly sad as he sighs deeply and lets go of your hand. “They must be the luckiest person in the world.”
Deciding that you’ve let this go on long enough, you take a deep breath and lets out a watery chuckle as you mumble, “Not to sound full of myself but yeah, you kind of are.”
It takes a moment for the words to sink before Tyler gasps loudly and his mouth falls open. “I’m married to you? You’re kidding! No way! But you’re—you’re—there’s no way!” he exclaims in shock.
“I’m pretty positive,” you reply, still holding the camera as you pat his left hand where Tyler’s own ring is. “Last I checked anyway.”
You’re dangerously close to a mixture of laughter and tears now as he watches Tyler do an incredulous double take. “Wow, I must really love you,” he says, his voice filled with awe. “That ring I got you is killer!”
Then Tyler proceeds to scrub a hand over his face and turn to face the ceiling. “How did I get so lucky? Is this real? Am I really married to the most perfect person in the world?” and then he turns to face you again. “How long? Do we have children?”
That makes you laugh again, despite how wet your eyes are because of course the first thing that comes to Tyler’s mind is kids. “It’s been a year and no, not yet but we’ve talked about it.”
Tyler’s voice grows dangerously high pitched as he replies, “Really?”
You nod before lightly pushing the cracker closer to Tyler’s mouth. “Eat first, ask later.”
That makes Tyler pout again and he shoves the entire thing in his mouth which you honestly should have expected from him.
Tyler seems to be genuinely surprised that they’re married and you find yourself thinking back to the first time Tyler told you that he wanted to marry you one day.
“Finished,” Tyler announces through a mouthful and you blink, remembering the situation at hand. “Can I see your face?”
“My face?” you repeat, curiously and Tyler nods, looking almost desperate.
Despite the odd request, you oblige and lean in and smile when you feel Tyler’s fingers tracing along your cheekbone. When his finger comes to trace your lips, he pauses and with an intrigued expression on his face, he asks, “Have we kissed?”
“Of course love, we’ve kissed,” you answer amusedly.
“Wow, I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he breathes out before he smiles hopefully at you. “Will you kiss me now?”
“Maybe later,” you reply, taking Tyler’s hand in your own. “Is that alright?”
Tyler makes a face before he narrows his eyes. “Do you promise to kiss me later?”
“I promise,” you assure him, linking your pinkies together. Tyler seems content enough by this.
Then suddenly, his eyes light up and he squeezes your hand. “Since we really are married, can I say something? It might sound a little crazy,” he whispers, as if it’s some sort of secret that only you can be trusted to keep. Maybe it is.
“Of course,” you assure him, lowering your voice level to match Tyler’s. “What is it?”
He takes a quick glance around, clearly making sure they’re alone before he gestures for you to lean in closer. You raise an eyebrow but do it nonetheless, turning your head so Tyler can whisper in your ear.
“Don’t tell anyone but… I think I love you,” Tyler confides quietly and you have to take a moment to collect yourself by leaning away and taking a deep breath before you turn back to face Tyler with wet eyes.
“I think it might be mutual,” you murmur. You finally set your phone down so that you can take one of Tyler’s hands in both of his. “I’m fairly positive we’ve discussed it.”
That makes Tyler beam brightly but it fades quickly as his eyes start to droop. You press a quick kiss to his cheek right before his eyes completely flutter shut and the last thing Tyler does before he falls asleep is squeeze your hands.
Hours later, when you show Tyler the video, surely enough he enforces the promise of a kiss that you made. He also pokes fun at you for being so emotional and you allow it, because it’s true.
In the end of it all, you think back and realize that Tyler was wrong, because he wasn’t the luckiest person in the world—you were because you had Tyler.