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⟢ Summary: The feelings are too big, but the heart is too weak.
Tags/warnings: second chance. fluff. reconciliation. mutual pining. emotional hurt/comfort. mentions of proposal. major character death. angst. breakup. terminal illness. death caused by heart illness. grief. hospital scene. death anxiety. mentions of cardiac arrest, coma, mortality, svd. reader is able-bodied, has hair, shorter than Harry. no y/n. not beta-ed.
a/n: This is for @pedroscurls ppcu writing challenge! The prompt had me blushing at first, but my brain had other ideas, thanks to my Kal Ho Naa Ho rewatch. I know some of you had waited for a long time, so I made sure to finish it in time for my birthday. Enjoy!!♡
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‘Shit.’
Rain poured viciously in Lower Manhattan; where people who were brought up with diamond spoons either reside, have blind dates arranged—to strengthen their family's already unmatched wealth—, or have a ridiculously expensive dinner after a massive decline in the stock market.
For the first time in his life, Harry Castillo stuck out like a sore thumb in the very area he called home. He walked down the busy streets, completely soaked to his nails. In situations like these, not even his imported fine-tailored suit could shield him from the weather.
His driver? Lord knows. Harry had told him to go home after deciding it would be a good evening to take a peaceful walk back to his house. Help clear his mind, he said.
A man like Harry Castillo never had to worry about the weather. Tonight was no different. So it slipped his mind to keep track of the weather forecast.
But now that every store he could reach with his feet had ran out of umbrellas, all he had left was his black blazer held up above his head—essentially doing nothing to keep him dry. Not that an umbrella could help with a wind like this.
Since the moment he stepped out of Le Veau d'Or—for a lavish dinner he didn't have the appetite for—, his right side has had to deal with the most damage, because none of the drivers had the courtesy to slow down for people like him, who had no other choice but to walk. As if that is not enough for one night, every taxi and Uber in his proximity was occupied, leaving him on the streets like a drowned rat.
It's a scene he never imagined himself to live through. He was always on the other side, sheltered inside his Mercedes-Maybach, not a drop of water staining his suit. To say now that he was humbled would be an understatement.
Harry was only two blocks away from his home in the very center of Tribeca when his steps came to a halt, realizing the state he's in. He couldn’t go home like this. People recognized him. And they will talk.
He could already picture the headlines in his mind—
Nope.
He couldn't let some rumors taint his family's reputation and risk the shares declining. And he certainly didn’t need his mother finding out about his walk from the media, and have her worry about him even more than she already had.
So with a twist of his ankles, Harry made a turn; and headed in the direction of a neighborhood he hadn’t stepped in in months.
Twenty four months, to be exact. Twenty four excruciatingly long months since he last saw you. The person who never left his mind, nor his heart. The very reason for this walk alone in the rainstorm.
Harry no longer rushed his steps. Whether he reached his destination or not, the rain will continue to shower him and attempt to freeze him to death. So he slowed down; and did what he had initially planned. To take a peaceful walk. Under a slightly different circumstance.
With every step, the poundings of his heart intensified, adding another layer of beats in his ears.
Finally, the familiar six-storey building loomed over him like a nightmare and a dream, stopping him in his track.
He stared long at the wooden door painted in dark green. The door that locked away memories of him and you. All the times you had him sit through movies from the 1930s, all the burnt dinners you blamed on him for being distracting, and all the cuddles that had him running late for work.
Harry sighed deeply and craned his neck to look up to the sky that was hiding the glow of the moon with thick fog. He finally lowered his blazer and held it by his side, letting the rain fall freely onto his head.
His eyes droop lower before completely shutting; and he riveted on the feel of raindrops plunging against his face like gentle pokes of fingers. At the same time, his ears focused on the inconsistent patters of rain hitting against his polished black oxford. His fingers then twitched slightly, feeling the wind redirecting the rain into another direction, blowing chilly air against his back.
In that moment, he had no complaints about the rain.
Or the choices he'd made for his life.
Or the time he had lef—
“—Fine! Since you’re so insistent on pushing me away, I’ll let you!”
Harry took a shallow breath through his slightly parted lips and shook his head to push away the memory. Those were the words that had been engraved on his mind; haunting him in his sleep and his wake for the past two years. Your last words to him before you walked out of his office—and out of his life…
It was for the better, he had assured himself then.
But that was two years ago...
The Harry now resented that version of himself.
The one that let you go.
No.
The one that made you go.
After what felt like an eternity, Harry finally took another agonizing step towards the door that stood there like it was mocking him for all that he had done. As if reminding him that he no longer belonged there. Something he'd come to acknowledge, but could never accept.
The crunch of his leather outsoles and heels against the pebbles was amplified by the wet earth, making him even more aware of the steps he's taking. He was actually back. In the same neighborhood he used to visit almost every single day for the three whole years that you were together. Before he ruined everything.
But Harry stopped himself before he could step on the first tread of steps.
Perhaps this was a bad idea.
Perhaps he should turn around and find a hotel instead.
Yeah.
This was messed up.
He should leave you alone—
“Harry?”
The man visibly flinched at the sound of his name leaving the mouth of the very person he had both longed and dreaded to see. Suddenly it felt like the world was closing in on him, like he was caught intruding.
His throat bobbed as he stood there frozen with his back against the owner of the house.
He dreamed of this moment every single night. When he would see you again.
But being here, now?
He was not ready.
To face you after a couple of years without any contact. To admit that he needed you—more than anything in his life.
But he couldn't run away and avoid this forever. He couldn't lose you the second time…
So Harry composed himself, barely, and slowly turned; stalling in his steps to prepare himself before his eyes would inevitably meet yours.
You were greeted with the silhouette of a man standing in the rain, blocking your way inside your apartment building. For a moment, you thought it might be Mr. Gutierrez; your Spanish neighbor who would only occupy the house above yours if he had business in New York.
But you crossed out the guess as fast as they appeared. Your neighbor had longer curls; and you knew that he wouldn't stall in this rain. He had complained to you times before—whenever you'd bump into each other inside the elevator—, saying he catches cold easily in the rain.
You clutched the handle of your umbrella tighter as your mind spiraled with guesses. Then, for a moment, a whiff of the man's cologne invaded your sense of smell. And just as immediately, your body reacted, goosebumps rising all over your skin—and not due to the cold.
No way.
"Harry?"
Surely this was a wicked prank from the universe and your exhausted body; testing your weak patience by poking at your unhealed wound.
But as the man turned around, you went still like the Statue of Liberty herself, breath completely sucked out of your lungs.
It's him.
It really fucking is him.
Harry Castillo.
Your ex-boyfriend.
Now standing in front of your house, soaked from head to toe.
You stood under your umbrella unmoving; eyes wide in shock as they trailed up to his face.
That insanely gorgeous face.
Harry flashed you a smile—and the little fire of rage in your chest died down a little. It was the same smile he had given you when you met for the first time at Central Park; when he patted your mother's dog—who decided that Harry was the lucky stranger to be attacked with his enthusiastic hug.
It was also those big brown eyes looking into yours that had you falling for him on your first meet.
Harry opened his mouth and uttered your name with his sweet, sultry voice,—smiling as if no time had passed. “Hey..”
His head was mostly facing the ground, and you were forced to see him looking at you through his wet lashes that accentuated his glistening eyes.
The sight did things to your heart the way it hadn't for the past two years; and you questioned if your heart ever changed the way it felt for him.
Despite his casual attitude, you could see past the smile to sense the nerves in his eyes. How they roamed over your face to take in the soft wrinkles that weren’t there the last time he saw you. How he swallowed his mouth dry as his mind ran miles a second to figure out his next words.
“I..” He stammered.
You took a step closer before he could continue, holding your umbrella above your heads. His gelled curls had fallen over his forehead, and the water droplets fell from the tips, wetting his cheeks.
Your eyes landed on his again; now red and brimming with tears that weren’t there before. His beautiful smile that you missed so dearly had faded too, lips pursed tightly like he's keeping them from quivering.
“What brought you here?” The question left your lips like a gentle whisper, so soft as if afraid you’d break him—like you did last time.
“I..” His breath trembled the moment he opened his mouth again to speak. Harry didn't have an explanation for the effect you were having on him. He thought he could face you without breaking down, given the months he'd had to recover from the pain your breakup had caused him.
He realized then, how completely wrong he was. At this point, pushing all the pressure down to his core was the only way he could keep himself together.
“I got stuck in the rain..” was all he managed to say.
“Shouldn't your driver be around to pick you up? Where is he?”
“Home..” He glanced down at his watch, the glass fully covered in steam. He could barely see the numbers anymore. “Probably asleep in his wife’s arms.” He added, voice gruff and filled with regret as his trembling eyes found yours again. Regret of what could have been.
Harry cleared his throat and tore his gaze away from yours. “I should go.” He said abruptly. Any hint of vulnerability was then replaced with a professional tone, and something twisted in your chest.
Panic surged through you when Harry actually stepped aside to leave; and before you could register your next action, your hand moved to grab his, holding it in a death grip.
Your eyes grew wide, surprised by your own reflex. Memories from that day flashed through your mind, and it sent electric sparks all over your skin. The bright sunny park. Your first handshake and his warm hand. The moment he told you his name and repeated yours...
But now, all you felt was his ice-cold fingertips, and the slight shiver of his body.
Your eyes trailed up to gauge his reaction. You expected him to pull away. To draw boundaries. To remind you of the fact that things will never go back to how it was.
Except he didn't.
Instead, you found his eyes widening, mirroring your silent shock.
And so you blurted it out.
The one word you and Harry wished either of you had said two years ago.
The word that could have fixed everything.
“Stay.”
There was a beat of silence. Where none of you seemed to breathe. You stared deep into his eyes to decipher his feelings; praying desperately that you haven't lost your chance. Haven't completely lost him.
You saw his resolve faltering in real time; the walls he'd built up crumbling at the sight of your pleading eyes—the sight of the woman he never had the heart to refuse.
“You shouldn’t…” His voice shook, begging you to let him go. To walk away without him. For the second time.
But you knew better now.
“I’m not asking, Harry Castillo.” Your voice grew firm, giving him no space to argue as you watch his eyes welling up with fresh tears.
"You'll freeze to death out here…" You reasoned, feeling desperate. At this point, you would say just about anything if it means he'd stay.
When he no longer resisted, you loosened your grip and gently tugged at his hand, leading him inside your house. The aroma of scented candle welcomed you the moment you crossed the threshold.
Harry stood next to you, and you felt his thick fingers carefully wrapping around yours. Something he used to do whenever he sought comfort. Your stomach tightened, the contact reminding you of how much you missed his touch and presence in your life.
The door closed behind you with a soft click, drowning out the sound of the heavy rain that gave no indication of stopping soon. Your free hand reached out to turn on the lights, revealing what was left of the space that the man beside you used to be a part of.
“…It’s still the same.” He muttered in disbelief.
“It is..” You swallowed the lump in your throat and quickly slid your feet inside a pair of slippers before handing him the other, leaving both your wet shoes on the rack. Harry didn’t let go of your hand the whole time—and it made it all the harder for you to keep yourself together.
You cleared your throat and focused your attention on Harry's current condition. “You should get cleaned up.” You said as you pointed to the bathroom. “You know where everything is.”
He nodded silently, fingers reluctantly slipping away from yours.
“I’ll get you something to wear.” You said, your hand feeling uncomfortably empty without his bigger one to embrace it.
He watched you for a moment as you left, feeling his chest closing in at the sight of you after all this time. He couldn't believe his luck, having you care for him again—and it made him feel like the biggest prick for ruining what you both had.
You pulled open the very left side of your wardrobe. The door hinge let out a long, high-pitched creak, a testament to how long it had been sitting there, building up rust.
You haven’t seen the content in months; and now, seeing them was like looking past the mask you had been putting on. The mask that concealed the broken pieces of your heart.
Your fingers traced over the neatly folded sweaters and pajamas; the bottle of cologne with the scent that Harry was loyal to; and his hair gel that had expired over a year ago. His dress shirts and blazer were still there—hanged and ironed—always ready for him whenever he stayed overnight.
You hadn’t removed anything. Nor did you change their positions. After the breakup, all you managed to do was ignore that part of your wardrobe as if you lost the key.
Harry never came over to pick them up—and you never dared find him to return them.
Your eyes burned with unshed tears the longer you reminisce on the past, so you quickly blinked them away and moved to grab anything Harry might need. A pair of sweatpants, a sweater, and a towel.
Outside your room, the sound of shower was the only thing filling the silence of your house. You placed his things inside the basket right outside the bathroom and left to allow him some privacy.
You didn't notice Harry entering the kitchen, too occupied with thoughts as you stirred the piping hot content inside the teapot; a porcelain teapot with delicate art nouveau floral motifs from Louis Vuitton which Harry got for you when you moved in to this house four years ago.
It was a gift you treasured. Harry's best friend for whenever he caught a cold and could no longer swallow plain water to save his life.
"What are you making?"
You almost jumped when he spoke, accidentally spilling some of the tea onto the tabletop. It had been a while since you had company at home. Not since Harry. So hearing voices—other than your own and the people inside the tv—spooked you more than you'd like to admit.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you." He said, rushing over to grab a kitchen towel from the bottom drawer. He surprised himself by remembering where you had stored it.
"No, it's fine." You thanked him and quickly cleaned up the mess.
An awkward silence fell over you. Harry noticed how you tensed up at the proximity, so he left to sit at the kitchen island instead, eyes still subtly watching your every move.
You, working in the kitchen, was a sight he hadn't had the privilege of witnessing in so long. But his memory never failed him.
Harry sat there quietly, remembering how you preferred your own space as you move about in the kitchen, wanting to experiment with new recipes without distractions; but he was always ready to help whenever you called—mostly with emotional-support shoulder massages and back hugs.
The memory of your kitchen rituals made him smile; but they faded when he was again reminded of the reality.
You were no longer his.
No longer the person who would feed him burnt steak and rock-hard cupcakes.
No longer the person who would force him to watch Gone With the Wind for the third time in a week.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat the moment he saw you approaching. The warmth of his fingers brushing over your knuckles spread over your skin as he accepted the mug, thanking you with a soft, sweet smile that made your chest feel lighter.
"Still tastes the same." Harry said after taking a sip of the chamomile tea.
"You mean tasteless?"
A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest at your playful jab.
He missed this.
Missed you.
“Yeah. Can’t possibly go wrong with chamomile.”
Standing across from him with your hips against the counter, your eyes drifted downwards to his plump lower lip that was resting just outside the rim of the mug. How they shift as his throat bobbed with the drink.
You caught yourself mid-thought and immediately dragged your eyes back onto his, finding them already on yours. He was quietly observing you with his lips pursed, already finishing his tea.
"You have questions." He stated with a hushed tone, knowing how your mind works better than anybody else.
"I do."
"You deserve answers." His attention was fully on you, preparing himself for the questions you might throw his way.
“What were you doing out so late?" You asked. "You didn’t drink, did you?”
Harry would have laughed at your question if you didn't look so concerned. “No. I only had some juice.” He assured, shaking his head in amusement.
He placed the mug in front of him and leaned his arms on the kitchen island so he could look up at you through his lashes.
“Zero alcohol.” He confirmed, flashing you with the smile that used to charm you.
Or perhaps still does.
You could no longer deny the flutter in your chest as you looked at him.
No. Get a grip.
This was your first meeting in two years. You couldn't possibly just let him sweep you off your feet in one night. Not after everything.
But the spike in your heartbeat and the surge of heat on your cheeks were only proving the latter.
“My turn." His eyes were on you with startling intensity; as though Castle Group's stock would crash the second he looked away. You pushed those thoughts away and listened. "Why were you home late? Out with a guy?”
Your lips parted, but they closed again when no word came out. The question—and the assumption that you were out with a man—caught you off guard.
Harry jerked his head when you didn't answer, a tight smirk tugging at his lips. It only deepened the attractive creases around his eyes, making your fingers twitch—itching to reach over and trace every wrinkle on his face.
“I had work.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive stance. You needed to set a boundary. You didn't appreciate how naturally the conversation slipped into old rhythms. How easily he could charm you.
Harry let out an amused hum at your answer. "This late?" He tilted his head. "That’s not very healthy.”
You almost scoffed at that. Funny. That used to be your line.
You only shrugged. Harry was no longer entitled to detailed logs of your day. There was no need for explanations.
You could tell that he was bothered by your answer that gave away nothing, but you kept your mouth shut.
"Boyfriend?" He inquired, trying to lighten the mood.
"No."
Harry’s ears perked up.
"What do you mean no?" He frowned, as if the idea of you being single was outrageous. But you knew better than to be tricked by his fake concern. It's all over his eyes—that victorious glint.
“I’m single.”
You turned to refill his mug before he could say anything, mentally rolling your eyes. But being just as insufferable as your ex-lover, you added.
“For two years now.”
The man had to bite the inside of his cheeks to stop his smile from widening.
There was a beat of silence before you spoke again. “How’s your own work?”
Harry went silent. Your eyebrows shot up in confusion as his smile disappeared. "What happened?" You placed the tea pot down.
“I resigned.”
Your lips parted in surprise. “You what?” Him stepping down was the last thing you expected; given his work ethic was what drove you away in the first place.
“Just this afternoon.” He said quietly, chewing on his bottom lip as he observed your reaction.
“Then who’s handling it now?” You asked further, forcing yourself to keep your voice level.
“My brother. He’s taking over the company.”
Your face burned more and more with each word that left his lips. He said them so casually like he didn’t pour his sweat and tears into the company.
Like he didn’t neglect you for it.
You didn't know whether to be mad or relieved. Mad that he was acting like his decision didn't matter; and relieved that he would finally be taking a break.
Harry took in your expression, aware how your mind was running miles per second at this information. Guilt started to eat him alive—how will you take it if you knew why?
He hoped you wouldn't ask.
Though, when did luck ever side with him?
"But why now?"
You rested your elbows against the countertop, looking intently into his eyes. The Harry you knew would never make rash decisions.
"You've been working so hard. And you’re not even close to retiring—”
The air inside your house suddenly felt too thin.
No.
No.
It can't be.
"Harry…" You called with a careful tone, afraid of the answer you'll get. "Tell me it's not what I think it is."
But his silence, and the way he avoided your eyes, was louder than any confirmation.
"Harry. Say something." You urged, tears burning at the back of your eyes as your stomach tightened. You wanted to shake him, make him speak. "Say something!"
"I'm sorry." He finally uttered, voice cracking as he himself tried to push down his tears.
You clenched your fists so tight they turned a shade paler; holding yourself together as your world fell apart.
“How.. how long…?” Your vision blurred as tears rapidly welled-up.
Harry gently took your hand in his, unclenching your fist and interlacing his fingers with yours. The sight of you crying shattered his heart. It was exactly what he was afraid of.
He leaned his head down and pressed a kiss over your knuckles. “They estimate about.." His lips stayed there as he shut his eyes and took a long, deep breath.
"..about five months.”
Your knees buckled and gave out as the words hammered into your head.
Five months. His words echoed in your head.
Harry rushed over to your side, letting the stool fall behind him with a loud crash. He dropped onto the floor next to you and pulled you into his arms, wrapping them tightly around your form.
“Shh, baby. It’s okay. I’m okay.” He chanted with a hushed tone. Despite his effort to comfort you, you could feel his chest shaking at every breath that left with his words.
“Please, Harry. Please tell me you’re lying.” You pleaded as tears rapidly streamed down your face, almost choking on them as you spoke.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He whispered against your hair as a tear finally escaped and trailed down his cheek. "I wish I was lying…"
His hand gently but firmly held the back of your head, letting you bury your face into the crook of his neck. He pulled you even closer against his chest, feeling it constricting from forcing his tears down.
After building up your walls for so long, they all finally came crashing down at this moment.
You wrapped your arms around Harry's neck, pulling him closer if that was even possible.
Harry responded, his forearms flexing at the intensity of his hold. "I'm sorry, baby." He whispered, breath hitting your temple like a gentle caress.
There, in the middle of the kitchen, sat you and Harry, holding on to each other as you cried your heart out.
Harry pulled his head back to look down at you, the pad of his thumb gently wiping your tears away. “Stop crying, Honey, please. I can’t bear to see you cry.”
It was hypocritical of him to say that with his own tears still streaming down his face. You looked up and tried to make out Harry’s features despite your blurred vision, and your heart dropped again to your stomach.
He was just as scared as you. Maybe even more.
"Don't cry, baby." He pulled his lips into a tight smile as he gazed into your eyes with affection. The kind you never received from anyone else except him.
"Smile for me." His thumb brushed the corner of your lips, trying to coax you into smiling.
"How can you expect me to smile, Harry?" Your eyes burned again with tears, feeling your frustration bubbling up. Frustrated at the way he was playing this down. Frustrated at the illness that's trying to take him away from you.
Your mind brought back memories of that day. The day Harry was going to propose to you. The day he was supposed to be your fiancee.
Your phone rang inside your purse and you picked up to be greeted with Harry's voice, breath heavy. "Baby, I'm on my way. I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, but just wait a bit. I'll be there in three."
"Harry, are you running?" You asked, concern etched in your voice. Harry chuckled breathlessly.
"Wait for me, baby." He said before hanging up.
You could only sigh, sitting on a bench at Central Park. That same spot where you had met for the first time.
Your fingers nervously played with the hem of your yellow dress, excited about today's date. Mainly because of where you were; and because you wanted to show off the sundress that Harry loved so much.
Your eyes trailed over to your watch every few seconds with a soft smile, anticipating your boyfriend's arrival. He specifically got off work early today so he could spend more time with you, but you also understood how bad the traffic could be at this time of day.
"Honey!"
Your head whipped over to the direction of the voice, knowing all too well it was Harry's. You practically jumped to your feet, a wide smile gracing your face at the sight of Harry sprinting in your direction.
His smile was as wide as yours and he waved the bouquet in his hand, adorned with bright yellow and white flowers. You waved back with a soft chuckle, feeling your heart fluttering in your chest.
As Harry got closer, your feet started towards him, wanting to pull him into a kiss—already missing him way too much since he left for work this morning.
Until his eyes went wide and his hand flew over to clutch his chest with an audible gasp.
"Harry?" You froze, eyes wide in terror.
Harry dropped to his knees, looking up at you through those red eyes that would forever haunt you after that day.
"HARRY!" But his body fell onto the hard ground before you could take another step.
Everything went by in a daze after. Harry was rushed to the ICU, and you had to break the news to his family.
You had no time to rest and process everything that had just happened. Not until you sat on the chair outside his ICU ward with only his blazer to hold on to.
That's when you felt it. Your heart shattering into a million pieces.
Tears streamed down your face like a broken dam as you recalled the past two hours. Harry passing out right in front of you; The panic inside the ambulance; Watching the doctors bring him back with defibrillators while you could only stand helplessly at the other side of the glass.
You didn't dare name it, but you knew what had happened. You had seen it in movies; yet you never thought it would happen to the person you loved most.
You could have lost Harry. Forever.
You glanced at the door of Harry's ward. You were not allowed in; and that scared you more than anything.
You stared down at Harry's blazer again, bringing it close to your chest as the doctor's words rang in your ears. "Mr. Castillo is diagnosed with a coronary microvascular disease. His heart wasn't able to pump enough blood while running, which led to the cardiac arrest."
You would have given anything to go back and tell him to stop running. To let you wait a little longer at the park. As long as he was safe.
You felt something hard bulging from the pocket of his blazer. Something like a cube. Curious, you took it out to find a small, blue velvet box. The air got stuck in your throat, and you felt more tears prickling at the corner of your eyes.
Carefully opening the box, you saw a beautiful diamond ring. The same one you had been admiring when you passed by Harry Winston a few months prior.
The memory once again flashed through your mind. Harry being so excited that he couldn't wait a few minutes inside his car and chose to run to you.
You snapped the box close, jaw clenching hard that your teeth almost hurt.
"You shouldn't have ran, Harry…"
Harry hadn't been the same.
After waking up from the coma a few days later and learning about his condition, you could feel a shift in your relationship.
He would stare out into space more often until he would unconsciously block out your voice and ignore you.
You refused to coddle the negative thoughts early on, knowing he was recovering. Harry needed you now more than ever; so you took care of him to the best of your abilities, always insisting to stay by his side and look after him—even when his mother would advise you to get some rest.
However, your gut feelings only heightened after Harry got discharged from the hospital. He was now a different man in your eyes; always occupied with work.
It became harder to see him. Day by day, you got more and more worried about his well-being, and he did nothing to assure you otherwise. Your days were filled wondering if he was working too hard, if he was getting enough rest.
At one point, you realized that he was distancing himself from you. Deliberately.
Harry used to come home right on time, and he would skip office events as much as he could just so he could spend those time with you.
Now that man is no more.
He no longer wished you a good morning or ask how you were doing. Every reply to your texts were short and dry as if you were his employee—not the woman he once chose to marry.
You tried. You really did. To call him, send him food, get him gifts to cheer him up, and plan a dinner date. None worked. You couldn't even visit him at his house anymore—because he was rarely ever there; always in the office or on a flight somewhere for a business.
You felt neglected by your own boyfriend; both physically and emotionally. And after months of tolerating his behavior, you could no longer take it.
So one day, after receiving yet another text from Harry saying he'd finish work late, you grabbed your car key and drove straight to Castle Group.
And you let him win.
“I know what you’re doing, Harry.” You said the moment you stepped inside his office, eyes burning through his skull.
You didn't even wait for his secretary to announce your arrival. The last thread of your patience had vanished a while ago whilst on your way to this luxurious office tower.
“Honey—” Harry sat frozen behind his mahogany desk as you stormed inside.
“Don’t." You cut him off, holding a finger up. "I’m not stupid."
Harry stilled. He'd never seen you this angry.
"You’re trying to drive me away."
"Congratulations." You shot him a tight smile, which only made the man sitting in his exorbitant leather chair feel smaller. "It’s working.”
Hurt flashed through his eyes; and you caught the half-a-second display of vulnerability before he composed himself.
“Baby, please.” Harry stood up abruptly, the rollers sending his chair backwards until it gently hit the ceiling-to-floor glass window that overlooked the city.
“Hear me out.” He carefully stepped closer to you, arms extended with palms facing up—as if you were a wild animal in need of taming.
“No!" You shouted, tears burning in your eyes. By now, you couldn't care less if the whole executive floor could hear you. "I worry for you day and night, but you won’t give me a chance to take care of you!”
“Because I’m scared!”
Harry's shouting that rivaled yours instantly shut you up. He took another step closer, towering over you.
“I can’t..” His voice broke, eyes turning soft and misty.
“I don’t know how to deal with this.. this illness." He gently took your hand in his.
For the first time in weeks, you finally had his full attention. And it sucked that you'd had to compete with his work.
He took a deep breath and continued, "I can’t do this, baby... You deserve someone who can love you fully."
Your heart sank. You didn't like where this was going.
"I love you so much…" He said softly, swallowing the tears that were building up.
"But—" His breath shook.
"But you don’t deserve this weak heart that will soon never beat for you again.” He roughly pounded his fist against his chest, eyes bloodshot from holding back his tears. It was as if he was angry at his feeble heart that won't let him be around until you're old and gray.
Your resolve almost faltered, until they hardened again just as fast. You had made up your mind, after all those nights of being refused a fraction of his time and affection.
“Well you’re a coward.” You spat. Harry's grip on your hand loosened in an instant and his crestfallen face reflected the shattering of his heart.
You knew that you were turning into a villain in your own love story—but it was time you choose yourself over a man who didn't want you by his side at his lowest.
"I just don't want to hurt you by leaving you behind once I die!"
There it was again. A reminder that his time was coming.
“Well now you’re doing it twice. So fine! Since you’re so insistent on pushing me away, I’ll let you be alone when you take your last breath!”
Your stormed out of his office without looking back, ignoring the spectators outside and heading straight towards the elevator that soon took you to your car.
Hot tears streamed down your face the moment you closed the door, fingers clasping over the steering wheel tightly like an anchor.
You knew in your heart that you loved Harry despite everything; but the anger and resentment were still there, bright, and far from dying down.
Harry backed up slowly as he watched you leave, stumbling over nothing before holding the edge of his desk.
Once you were completely out of his sight, his legs gave out and he slid down against the side of his desk—the sturdy wooden body supporting his back as he sat on the cold marble floor, knees close to his chest.
He bit his quivering lips, throat constricting as he stared at the shiny marble floor that reflected the sunlight directly into his eyes.
The more he replayed the moment you left in his head, the harder his body shook, forcing out his tears that had been pushed down too hard, that now the immense pressure was starting to backfire. When the dam finally broke, Harry buried his face in between his knees, letting out the wails that kept him from hyperventilating.
His chest hurt, but none of that mattered when he lost the one thing that kept his heart beating.
Your words rang in his ears over and over again, "I’ll let you be alone when you take your last breath!" His throat burned, and he tried—really tried—to hold back the next sobs, but to no avail.
Harry never imagined he would cry over a woman. Over love. The one thing he swore makes him feel pathetic.
But now here he was; crying over you on the floor of his office like a pitiful child—and he couldn’t blame anyone, but himself.
"Since you left.. I've only been waiting for my time to come." Harry spoke, his voice gruff. "I threw myself into work; even worse than before you left. I thought that would distract me.."
You pulled back slightly to meet his gaze and Harry gently wiped the rest of your tears away. "But the more I did that, the more I hated myself."
His hands slid down your arms to hold your hands in his. "I hated myself for pushing you away. For thinking that this was my fight alone." He sniffed. "It took me way too long to realize that all you wanted from me was to let you stay; and I took that away from you."
"Stupid me for thinking I was doing the right thing, when the whole time I was actually being a selfish asshole." You squeezed his hand gently as a silent comfort. "I hurt you, baby. I hurt you so badly; and at the same time, I hurt myself even more. And my mother."
Harry quickly wiped away a stray tear that escaped his eyes. "I hurt the two most precious women in my life. She had wanted nothing for me but happiness, but I threw my happiness away the moment I stopped fighting for us."
"I don't deserve your forgiveness. I know I don't." He shook his head, observing the change in your expressions with desperation. "But please, baby. Give me a chance to make this right. The last chance. It's all I need."
"If—if I die tomorrow, I want your face be the last thing I see. I don't—I don't want to be alone when that time comes…" His shoulders shook as he pleaded.
You tugged at his hand, and Harry didn't wait to wrap his arms around you again, clinging onto your smaller form like a lifeline.
You stroked his back with the flat of your palm. "I won't forgive you for thinking you should face it alone."
Harry's heart sank, but he slowly nodded. "I don't deserve it—"
"But I also won't forgive myself for letting you push me away." You cut him off. "I lost when I walked out."
Harry pulled away to gaze intently into your eyes. "No." He firmly said, shaking his head. "You did nothing wrong, baby. You don't ever let me treat you like that again."
When he saw the stubbornness in your eyes, he swiftly took your face in his hands. "Don't think for one second that you're responsible for what happened between us." He said with a low, warning tone. "I deserved it. All of it. Hell I deserve even more for how much I hurt you."
"But now I'm gonna make it right." He promised, loosening his hold on your face as he bit his lower lip in hesitation. "If you'll let me."
"I know five months are not be enough to make up for the two years.. but with the time that I have, I'll love you with every bit of me."
"Harry…"
He shook his head to stop you. "I told you I resigned. So from now on, whenever you need me, I'll be home. Every second left to my life, I will devote them to you."
"No, Harry. There has to be a way. There has to be. You can't." You cried, gripping his wrists tightly as he held you face in his palms. "Five months is too soon…"
Harry scooped you up and pulled you against him, cradling your body against his chest before burying his face into your hair. "I wish there is a way, baby. I would do anything just to stay with you longer. Anything.." His words trailed as he let out a shaky sigh and shut his eyes tight.
When you both pulled away again, Harry leaned his forehead against yours, letting your breaths mingle. "Will you.." His fingers ran through your hair to soothe you. "allow me into your life again?"
There was a pause before you replied, "Only if.."
Harry looked at you with a newfound determination. Whatever condition you'll set, he'd fulfill them all if it meant getting you back.
"If you give me that ring this time."
Harry let out a surprise breath before a smile appeared on his tear-stained face.
"I have it." He quickly said. "Inside my blazer pocket. I can go on my knee right now if you want me to, honey."
A soft chuckle escaped your lips before you leaned in, capturing his in a gentle kiss. Harry froze for a heartbeat, then his hand slid up to cradle your jaw, drawing you closer as he deepened the kiss. The faint taste of tears lingered between you—a bittersweet reminder of everything you'd endured apart, and of the love neither of you would ever regret choosing a second time.
You pulled away just enough to meet his eyes, your lips leaving his with a soft brush. "Not right now. We're a mess."
Harry chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. "We are."
"Are you sure you don't want to sleep at your house? I can send you back. It's more comfortable there."
Your were both lying on your bed after the emotional downpour. Harry held you against his chest, and you pressed your ear against him where his heart was consistently beating.
"No." Harry shook his head, nuzzling his nose against your hair as he breathed in the scent that was uniquely you. "I want to be here with you."
You pulled your head back slightly to look up at him, meeting his eyes. "And for the record," He spoke in a hushed tone. "I sleep better in your bed..." He leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead. "Always have.."
You laid there in comfortable silence, indulging in the comfort of being in each other's arms. "Baby?" You hummed as he called you softly.
"I'm sorry. I really, really am. I can't imagine how much you've been hurting because of me." Your gaze softened. You were hurt, yes, but you couldn't imagine how much harder it was for him.
"Did you ever stop loving me?" At your quiet, hesitant question, Harry immediately shook his head.
"Never. Not for one second. And I regret not coming to you sooner."
"For the past two years.. when I close my eyes, all I see is you." He gulped, eyes gleaming with fresh tears. "When I open my eyes, all I wish to see is you. Even when you're not around, I felt you everywhere. All the time."
"Harry.." You felt your own tears welling up at his admission. "I was angry, and I resented you for how you pushed me away. But more than that, I regret the way I ended things between us."
"Because even then, I loved you." Harry's breath trembled as he listened. "I still do."
"And time may be limited for us, but I'd rather have you now than never." You said, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. "So please.. don't push me away again."
Your eyes fluttered close when he leaned down to kiss your eyelid, inhaling shakily. "I've lost you once, baby. I'm not losing you again. Not in this life—and not the next." He swore, running his fingers through your hair.
You couldn't form any word. The immense love you had for this man was unlike anything you ever felt for anyone.
"I love you, Baby. I'll love you till I die, and even after that…"
You arrived home from work and immediately spotted a huge bouquet leaning against the door of your apartment. The sight made you smile wide, and all the exhaustion from the day completely disappeared along with your frown.
It was from Harry.
You picked it up and admired the flowers he had picked for you this time; pink roses and white mums. A mix of yours and Harry's favorites.
There was a printed note on the small card that was neatly tied around the wrapper.
Happy One Year Anniversary, My Honey. I Love You.
"Harry? What are you doing?" You asked the moment you stepped inside your house to find your husband hunched over the kitchen island, typing on his laptop.
He almost jumped at your voice, having been too focused on his task. The moment he saw you, he shut his laptop close with a sharp slap as if he was secretly going over your bank statements.
"Uhh nothing." He sat up straight and stilled like a deer caught in the headlights, carving a smirk on your face.
"Nothing?" You waltzed over to him, making him chuckle nervously. "I thought you don't have any work." You raised your eyebrows, seeing right through him.
Harry tried to divert your attention and pulled you by your hips, letting you stand in between his parted legs as he looked up at you. "It's not work." He assured, being painfully shy with his tone and smile.
You couldn't help but cup his cheeks, stroking his beard and dimples with your thumbs. "Then what were you up to, hm?"
"Surprise?" He said, for some reason making his eyes rounder.
"Come on. Not even a hint?" You pouted, attempting to coax him into giving in.
"Nope."
"What if I give you a kiss?" You negotiated. A deal that never gets rejected.
Harry grinned childishly. "Then I guess I'll consider it."
You crossed the threshold of your room and sat on the edge of your bed, holding the bouquet close to you.
Ever since the day he resigned from his job, Harry had kept himself occupied with planning gifts for you as you leave the house for work. The one you're currently staring at was one of them.
It's the twelfth card, twelfth bouquet; a reminder of the twelve months since you let Harry put a ring on your finger.
Today was a special day, hence the bigger present. A teddy bear sat in the center, surrounded by the beautiful arrangement of flowers. Your finger traced its soft fur before halting at a little note hanging around its neck.
Keep him on my side of the bed. He'll sleep better there ♡
It was seven months ago when Harry's condition deteriorated. On his last checkup, the doctor had shook his head and said the two words that still haunted you until today, "anytime now".
You had tried to prepare yourself for the inevitable, but no one could ever truly prepare for something like death. What you weren't ready for was for the time to arrive one ordinary morning—while you were making breakfast for him.
Harry wanted to sleep a little longer like the previous mornings, needing more rest than usual due to his current physical condition. His pale complexion was no longer your biggest worry. He rarely ever stepped out of the house anymore except for some sun exposure in the mornings.
"Baby, wake me up for breakfast?" He said weakly, looking up at you with those tired eyes that made your stomach clench every time.
You smiled softly—masking the sadness in your heart—and nodded as you wiped away the beads of sweat on his forehead with a small towel.
"I will. Rest up, darling. I'll make your favorite."
You kissed his forehead before getting up.
Unaware it'll be the last.
Harry's grip on your arm loosened as you pulled away, watching you from the corner of his eyes as you left for the kitchen.
"I love you." He whispered under his breath when the door clicked shut behind you.
You held the bear against your chest, your body trembling as you soaked its fur with your tears—remembering your husband's last smile, last request, last touch.
Harry didn't know love before you; but once he did, it was his heart that couldn't bear the strength of his love.
Thank you so much for reading! Your comments and reblogs would be greatly appreciated. I would love to know your thoughts!! <3
Koko... my love... what the HELL did you write????? I'm not okay 😭 I made the terrible decision to read this during my 6-hour flight, damn...
I went into this thinking I was getting a sweet second chance romance and somehow ended up crying like I had personally lost the love of my life.
The “stay.”
The ring.
The “I don’t want to be alone when that time comes.”
Please. I was NOT prepared.
What hurt the most is that neither of them was really the villain. Harry thought he was protecting her, and she thought he didn’t want her anymore. They were both just scared and in love, hurting each other because they didn’t know how to survive something so unfair.
And then this line—
"Harry didn't know love before you; but once he did, it was his heart that couldn't bear the strength of his love."
Yeah... that completely destroyed me.
This was so painfully beautiful. I cried, I suffered, and I'm going to be thinking about them for a very, very long time.
P.S. I'm genuinely not exaggerating when I say I cried so much I soaked my husband's t-shirt with tears. 😭 Thankfully the kids were asleep, so my poor husband just held me while I cried over fictional people. 😂 Thank you for the emotional damage, Koko, love, love, loved it. 🤍💋
I'm currently working on my Javier Peña "Clown" story draft and found this amazing glossary. Saving it here in case I lose it or if anyone would like to refer to it!
The circus has always had it's own language. Here is a group of words that explain what the circus person knew all along.
This "Fantastic Four Day" deleted scene was supposed to appear within the first ten minutes of the movie. They had to remove it because they knew I wouldn't survive seeing this right after sleeveless Reed 🙂↔️ cause you know, blue looks so good on him 🙂↕️🙂↕️
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Not me hanging out with my mom and her friends, and making one of them high five me because we share the same birthday 😅 formalities out the window, we're besties, now 😋
My entire gif-making journey is just a bunch experiments—one after another; because I keep on playing around to see what happens (that's why they are never consistent, and I don't have a specific style, yet). Thing is, I just saw an old gif of mine that looks good, and now I'm staring at the wall because I don't remember the settings I used 🙂🥹
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This "Fantastic Four Day" deleted scene was supposed to appear within the first ten minutes of the movie. They had to remove it because they knew I wouldn't survive seeing this right after sleeveless Reed 🙂↔️ cause you know, blue looks so good on him 🙂↕️🙂↕️
Hi, loves! This is actually my very first fic rec post. Until now, I’d mostly been answering the recs people sent through asks, but a few of you kept asking me to make this a monthly thing—so I finally decided to start sharing what I’ve been reading each month and slowly work my way through my never-ending TBR.
I didn’t get to read nearly as much as I wanted to this month because I was still crawling my way out of thesis hell, but now that it’s finally over, I’m hoping to make much more time for reading!
First and foremost, I want to thank all the incredible writers featured here. Every single one of these stories pulled me into a completely different little world and made me fall in love with writing all over again. Please don’t forget to feed your writers with comments, reblogs, and likes after reading—a single comment or even one little like can mean the absolute world to us, my loves.💋
Anyway, enough rambling—here’s my July list! 🐚☀️
Full list under the cut!
Just a quick note before you dive in: every fic in this post is for a mature/18+ audience. If you’re underage, please scroll away. And as always, make sure to read the warnings and tags before starting any of these works.
JOEL MILLER
Let me teach you - boyfriend’s dad Joel Miller x fem!reader by @aurorawritestoescape
Summary: your boyfriend begs you to have anal but knows jack shit about the act. Much to your surprise and pleasure, his dad steps up and teaches him. By example.
You should feel lucky part XII - dark!Joel Miller x f!reader by @ess-evo (series - ongoing)
Summary: You reminisce about your times with Joel while he has something special in store for you.
Sloth - Joel Miller x fem!reader - part of Se7en collection by @milla-frenchy
Summary: after you promised Joel to try something new in bed and managed to make him skip patrol and stay home, he makes sure you mean it. So you enjoy a chill morning with him, and then you make good on your promise
Guitar Gig - dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader by @baronessvonglitter
Summary:You show up for Joel's gig when your dad can't make it.
Mine - Joel Miller x f!reader by @reedispunk
summary: Joel loses all his self control when you accidentally wear his flannel instead of your boyfriend Tommy’s.
Late in September Joel miller x fem!reader by @stylesispunk
Summary: On a fading summer night overlooking Jackson from a hill, Joel and you share a conversation about aging, regrets, and a love that promises to defy death itself.
Warmth - Jackson!Joel x f!reader Drabble by @time-for-my-weekly-spanking
Summary: feeling him embrace you from behind, steady and ardent, warming you on Jackson’s dark, freezing nights, gives you a sense of security that nothing has ever given you before. You can’t fall as long as he holds you tight.
Thirsty - Jackson!Joel x f!reader Drabble by @time-for-my-weekly-spanking
Summary: Getting a glimpse of one of your intimate, tender moments triggers something in Joel that he never would have expected…
Take my hand where you want it - boss!Joel Miller x married!f!reader by @time-for-my-weekly-spanking
Summary: After you discover that your husband is cheating on you with Joel's secretary, Joel becomes your confidant. One night, after your husband comes home late yet again, you rush to Joel for comfort. And Joel makes sure you get everything you deserve.
Joel Miller Head-Cannons: Joel And PDA - by @orcasoul
Pre-read: Joel isn't used to this. It's been decades since he'd had a meaningful relationship. Decades since he's had to show a woman any sort of affection in public. He barely remembers any good times with Sarah's mother and Tess was on the same page as him; fuck and forget. It suited him just fine... until he met you.
daddy, i’m sorry - Old!daddy!joel miller x female!reader by @littledes1re
Summary: Joel sits downstairs, reading by the stove, trying to pretend he doesn’t hear the footsteps of his son’s girlfriend. Trying to pretend he doesn’t remember what the two of you have done and feel. But when you appear in the dark—barefoot, wide-eyed, floaty-headed and call him Daddy like you still mean something by it, he knows you’re about to break the rules again.
Virtual Daydream - joel miller x f!reader by @broad-shouldrs
summary: textfic! you're away and a little tipsy.
Under his boot - Part 1 - dark raider!joel x freader (no use of yn) vy @queenofslowburn
Summary: What's worse than being captured by raiders in the apocalypse? Being captured by raiders in the apocalypse whose leader is Joel Miller and from whome you had just tried to run away from. Luckily Joel's got some ideas on how to make you... more compliant.
Unfaithful - Contractor!Joel Miller x Married!Reader by @peepawmiller
Summary: Your husband is unfaithful, and your contractor is hot.
HARRY CASTILLO
Safe - Younger!Sub!Harry Castillo x Curvy mistress!f!reader by @time-for-my-weekly-spanking
Summary: Harry brings you to the company party and finally gets a revenge on his asshole dad. You give him the best reward for finally being brave.
somewhere in the ocean - part 8-9 - harry castillo x fem!reader by @stylesispunk
summary: the one where harry is left at the altar, but a trip to the beach brings him a surprise with the ocean waves.
now comes us (pt. 2) - harry castillo x fem!reader by @pedroscurls
summary: harry's mother pays him a visit and later that night, you both have a serious conversation.
FRANKIE MORALES
Over the Andes - Frankie Morales x ofc/f!reader by @bergamote-catsandbooks
Summary: Tom yells "Are we really leaving 200 million on the fucking runway?" Frankie sighs "OK, she'll make it." What if Frankie had said something else? What if he had said no and stood up to Tom? Two years after these events, Frankie, Will, Benny, Santi, and Tom have made it over the Andes with a significant amount of money. But what happened there has changed the dynamics between the group of men, these brothers in arms. All of it culminates the moment you enter Frankie's life, leading to another decision he and his brothers will have to make, one that might shatter them.
Wingman - Frankie Morales x f!plus size reader by @tateypots
Summary: Already feeling fragile about your reluctance to take things to the next level with Frankie, your mom pours gas on the flames. Frankie is there to put them out.
where you left the light - Frankie Morales by @berryispunk
summary: He has survived war, loss, and loneliness before but nothing prepares him for the silence waiting at home.
DIETER BRAVO
Sober - Dieter Bravo x f!costar!reader by @time-for-my-weekly-spanking
Summary: After being sent to rehab and after reaching his newfound sobriety, Dieter is ready to work on a new project. When he meets you, he’s totally struck by your demeanor and your confidence. Little does he know, you’re going to make a sweet perfect sub out of him and you will give him a new and rediscovered joy of living.
ALEX SERIAN
Let me Play - Alex Serian x fem!reader Drabble by @604to647
a/n: Just a smutty little drabble
Match my Rhythm - Alex Serian x f!reader by @petalsinblood
Summary: You help Alex practice a harder cello piece. But this practice is somehow entirely different from the previous ones.
JAVIER PEÑA
Obsessed: An After Hours Oneshot - Javier Peña x Original Female Character by @gothcsz
Summary: You invite Javier over for a mischievously good time
sabor a mi - part 2 of 2 | ex husband!Javier Peña x f!reader by @cozymochaa
summary: you and your ex husband are forced to see each other every week since you share custody of your daughter. arguments are the only thing left between the two of you, but is that enough to let him back in?
REED RICHARDS
the painter - painter!Reed Richards x f!Reader by @kokoluwie
Summary: You share your thoughts on a painting to a stranger at an art gallery in Paris, unaware it was his.
SELF RECS
Harry Castillo
The Ex Education - Ex husband!Harry Castillo x Ex Wife!F!Reader -ongoing-
Summary: Born and raised on the Upper East Side — mother’s an actress, stepfather runs an empire that’s suddenly “under review,” and your brother’s the reason you have gray hair. You married perfection in your 20s Years after your picture-perfect marriage went up in smoke, you left New York to “heal.” Now you’re back, in your 30s — and saw your ex-husband on the cover of TIME. Wow. He got richer, your family’s going down, and somehow, you ended up working for him. Cried? Yes. Bad idea? Definitely. What could possibly go wrong?
Joel Miller
Two Wrongs, One Right - Joel Miller x Immune F!Reader -ongoing-
Summary: There were supposed to be two immune girls on those operating tables in Salt Lake City. Joel only knew about one — unknowingly saving you alongside Ellie when he tore the hospital apart. Later, you arrive in Jackson with no idea your savior is there… until you unexpectedly run into him face to face.
I know no one asked me this, but im doing it anyways xD
Bat family fics (platonic only)
Eyes without a face (hiatus?) By- @dehydratedoverlord
Summary: Reader is the biological daughter of Bruce Wayne. Her parents pass away and she moves in with him and gets neglected and then later on replaced and imitated; but things change later on.
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Crossover with marvel and you have superpowers, this was my first Batfamily fic i ever read when i was trying to find platonic fantastic 4 fics and the one who made me love batfamily fics
Ballad of a bygone blight. (On going) by- @kenyummy
SYNOPSIS : Being the one and only Spidey in your universe—with your endless list of rouges—is hard enough. To be transported across universes doesn't make it any easier—your life only gets that much more complicated. You seem to have taken the place of a different you that previously existed here—this you just so happened to be the forgotten, normal child of Bruce Wayne... joy. As you manage your way through both your hectic love life, hiding your secret identity, and your growing concerns for how strangely out of character your family was beginning to act—it seems like going home, wherever that may be, now, is out of the question.
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The fantastic 4 appear too
Under the mask (On going) by- @vigilantehunter
⋆.˚summary; A freaky spider bite incident made your life a whole lotta messier.
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Crossover with you being spider man but this one as far as it seems it only features Reader as spider man, the writer has made an alt universe oneshot with tony and Reader but thats not part of the main fanfic, writer ship Reader with Harry (may change this if the writer puts other marvel characters in the fic)
Full time party girl, part time daughter (On going) by- @bunniebrains
In which: Bruce Wayne's daughter, Y/N Wayne is a full time party girl. Club hopper, party animal, hedonist. Whatever you want to call it. To full the void her father left, she turns to nightclubs, dingy bars and basement raves. But when Bruce Wayne finds his daughter in an alleyway, half dead and delirious, he decides something has to change.
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Personally, one of the best batfamily fics depicting an addict reader, the characterization the writer does is fire too
𝔈𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢 (On going) by- @stpatriziaofconstantinople
summary: After ten years abroad, Y/N Wayne returns to Gotham—but the girl who comes back to Wayne Manor is not the same one who left. Quiet, distant, and avoiding everyone but Alfred, she seems like a stranger in her own home. As strange deaths begin appearing across Gotham, the Batfamily slowly realizes that whatever happened during those missing years may be far more dangerous than they imagined.
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I really dont know how to explain this one, but is gold
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎 (finished) by- @horrorthrills
As the civilian middle child of the Wayne family, you tend to get brushed aside, which leaves very little room for excitement. In effort to spice up your life before your last semester at GCU, and maybe gain the attention of your busy family, you decide to take a road trip across the United States. But things don't really go as planned when you start to learn a bitter truth. Is there truly a light at the end of the tunnel, or will the bonds you thought you had remain broken?
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One of the most interesting depiction of neglected reader i have read, i love it
「Un」 Fair (On going?) By- @maicenitas
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ⦂ You just wanted to help your mom, to be useful so you could stay by her side. Was that really too much to ask?
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Reader is the daughter of poison ivy and bruce, Reader gets neglected like real bad, full angst
Johnny Storm fics
Evermore (finished) by - @dearwalker
After an attack on the Baxter Building threatens the family, every trace of evidence points to you being a traitor. Johnny is torn between believing you, the one he’s been in love with since day one, or his own blood. And while they question your loyalty, no one knows what you’re really hiding: a secret growing inside your belly, one that has Johnny’s name written all over it.
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Genuenly one of the most beautiful fanfic i have ever read, everytime i re-read it, it brings me to tears, even if you arent a fan of johnny storms you must read this one, its just that good, even while writing this im starting to tear up at remembering it😭
Some dumb ideal (one-shot) by- @entrenoussir
Your boyfriend Johnny Storm may not be able to fix your insecurities, but he's gonna comfort you and try to make you feel good regardless.
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Cute as hell, of what i remember i think the writer has said thats her fav from the johnny storm one-shots she has done, and she is right, that one is so cute that even if it wasnt really made for someone with my type of body, i felt so comforted by it that i almost cried when reading it by the first time
To Unpathed Waters (Hiatus?) By- @djoyful
Thrown into a version of New York you don't recognize, you wake up bleeding in the Hudson with no recollection of how you got there. Stranded in the wrong universe and hunted by four superheroes for a disaster you unconsciously caused, you have only one goal: find your way back to your world.
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Even if until now its short, its still worth trying out
It's been a long time coming (one-shot) by- @legacygirlingreen
Summary: What happens when a moment of callous words pushes aside a beloved childhood friend of Johnny's? Can he recover the damage? When the world is ending one should speak the words they've been afraid to... but that doesn't always mean those words will be received well. (No use of y/n)
Threads of Nyx Trilogy (finished) by- @noblebynura
Pairing: Earth-828 Johnny Storm x Witch!Earth-616 Reader
Synopsis: It was supposed to be an escape, a world secret to only you, but someone made you want to stay.
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Wholesome, i also cried reading this one lol
FREEZE THE HEAT (one-shot) by- @hellfire--cult
Summary: Johnny didn't like you in their family. Much less because you were an Alpha, and not only that, you stole potential sponsorships he could be in. You were his opposite. He was fire, you were ice. Yet, he hated that he wanted you, even with your designation, but what if not everything is what it seems?
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Its an omegaverse- GUYS HEAR ME OUT, HEAR ME OUT, ITS AMAZING I PROMISE YOU
Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler
No Questions Asked (On going) by- @dangerouslydelish
Summery: Reader is a black market doctor who rescues Nightcrawler.
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If im being real, i just made this part so i could add this fic, its so good
summary. being a hero to the whole world has never been easy, but being one to your own family is even less so.
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This one is so cute dude😭
Platonic Fantastic 4
You're Adopted! (One-shot) by- @kokoluwie
Summary: Another day, another headache for your mentor. Only this time, it involves an old friend—and his beloved AI assistant.
"Your kid is in trouble!" (One-shot) by- @kokoluwie
Summary: your favorite pastime is taking advantage of Reed's love for you and giving him mini heart attacks.
HERBIE Can Supervise.. Right? (One-shot) by- @kokoluwie
Summary: A small accident in Reed’s lab sent Sue into full mama bear mode and left Reed rediscovering just how proud he was of his one-and-only protégé. Chaos, equations, and love. Just another day at the Baxter Building.
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This writer is literally carrying in their back the platonic fantastic 4 content on this app/web
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a/n: Hi y'all - as you know, I hosted a writing challenge back in February and while we still have some stories that have yet to be posted (no rush - life can get hectic so take care of yourself and post whenever you have time), I wanted to gather the stories that have already posted in one spot for you to read. I'll update this once more stories are added. Thank you to everyone who participated - y'all are really so talented💛
CLINT FLOOD
When a Feather-Light Touch is Agony by @bergamote-catsandbooks
DIN DJARIN
Crossed by @veryinactiveartist
Obligations of Love by @ess-evo
FRANKIE MORALES
Kiss It Better by @gothcsz
HARRY CASTILLO
Going Home Isn't An Option Anymore by @mayukicrystalqueen
The Love is Stronger Than the Heart by @kokoluwie
Insider Trading by @voidstardusts
Safe by @time-for-my-weekly-spanking
JAVIER PEÑA
Haunted by @cozymochaa
Even Anxious Pups Need the Moon by @dreamedaboutitinthedark
One of Pablo's: pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 by @fckyeahsaltandpeppercurls
JOEL MILLER
Falling Through Centuries by @petalsinblood
Honey Baby by @mcthsman
A Thin Line: pt. 1 - pt. 2 by @notyourlovemonkey
Could Be Senseless by @iamsherlocked-1998
you're not like anyone else i've ever met by @pascalgold
