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Lando Norris Masterlist

Written Fics

April Fools

Baby Girl Norris

Breaking the Ice

Burn, Baby! Burn!

Champagne Kisses

Couples Therapy

Crash Course Correction

Don’t Touch Her

Find Me Again

Hail to the Chief

Hands On

Hypnotized

I Have Needs Too

I’m Not Jealous!

I’ve Always Chosen You

Lost and Found

Lovefest

No Nut November

No Nut November Alternate Scene

Paddock Princess

Piece of Cake

Pulled Over

Racing Hearts

Rock and A Hard Place

Seeing Color

Smile! You’re on Camera

Smooth-Talker

Something’s Fishy

Something to Lose

The Girlfriend Test

To the Moon and Back

Under the Mistletoe

Use Your Words

Welcome to Miami

Social Media AUs

girlfriend!Reader

PowerPointless (Part I)

Lando and Love In F1

finished but open for epilogues

Summary: You are a Female F1 Ferrari driver, the daughter of Toto Wolff, and you and Lando like each other but won’t act on it till the other drivers intervene

a/n: I might change the title as I don't love it, but I cant wait to start writing this

Masterlist

Teaser

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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The Aftermath || LN4 {1}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: A year after losing your husband to an F1 crash, his teammate comes by and regrets never coming to check in on you. Warnings: 18+ only, grief and loss, depression, mentions of blood, alcohol WC: 2.2k

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It doesn’t matter how long the night may seem, dawn will find a way to fight the darkness and break in a new day. Another day without him. 

365. It had been 365 days since he left this world for an eternity among the stars. Even now, a year later, you struggled to say his name without spiraling into the abyss where you wished you could join him. 

“Racing is my oxygen, I need it to survive.” That is what he had said whenever someone asked him if he was thinking about retiring.

“I hate you,” you murmured to the picture of your wedding day, the bright smiles something that hadn’t been seen inside these four walls for a year. 

You could almost hear his mocking laugh and you sighed at the truth, you could never hate him. He was your other half, he completed you. You hated that he had left you and the emptiness that had remained in his absence.

“I miss you.”

A knock sounded at your door and you dragged yourself through the silent house to see what had been delivered. You didn’t want to have to interact with anyone, let alone on a day like this one. “Just leave it on the step.”

“Y/N?”

You stumbled at the voice and froze, wondering if it was too late to climb back into bed and pull the covers up over your head and hide from the world. 

“Please, Y/N, open the door,” Lando called out.

They had been teammates. They had been friends. The three of you had spent so much time together the media joked Lando wasn’t third wheeling but a part of a throuple. 

Your hand trembled as you reached for the stiff deadbolt, the harsh scrape evidence of how long it had been since it was last opened for a grocery delivery almost two weeks ago. 

After the funeral, everyone else moved on with their lives while you were left with dozens of decaying bouquets and sympathy cards that could never replace your husband. For a while there were phone calls and invitations but leaving the house had become daunting and eventually those had stopped entirely. You couldn’t blame them.

“Jesus,” Lando muttered as you opened the door. “Are you alright?”

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you pointedly ignored his question. 

He shuffled on the doorstep as he shifted his balance about. “It’s the memorial unveiling today, I thought you might want someone to drive you.”

If you could feel anything, you might have felt angry. “I didn’t know there was an unveiling.”

“Shit, seriously?” He ran a hand through his curls that had grown longer than he used to keep them. “You should be there.”

He carefully stepped around you and into the house, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the stale air before he frowned. You couldn’t remember when you last opened the curtains, preferring the dark where you could sit in his shirt and pretend he was still with you even after his scent faded from the material.

Lando stepped into the kitchen next, opening the fridge and cupboards to find them almost empty before slamming them closed. 

“I know what you’re thinking,” you said lamely as he stormed across the room to grab your shoulders. “I’m fine. I was going to order groceries today.”

“This isn’t fine, Y/N!” He sighed and released his grip so he could pull you into his arms. “I should have come by sooner.”

You froze as you felt the first human contact in months and felt his heartbeat against you, the rhythmic thump enough to jolt you back into control and you pulled away, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively.

“I’m not your problem, Lando.” You turned to the door that was still open, his comical Fiat Jolly parked in the drive. “You should go.”

His head dropped as he slowly walked past, pausing only a moment to say something before he thought better of it and shook his head, closing the door behind him. 

The road noise in the retro pastel blue car was too loud to hear anything when Lando’s phone rang so he pulled over into the next parking lot off the busy streets and found Oscar’s name on the caller ID. 

“Hey mate, what’s up?” 

“Where are you?” his teammate asked in a hushed tone. “The ceremony starts in five minutes and you’re the one who actually drove with the guy.”

Lando stared out ahead at the shop space he had pulled into and saw it was a food mart. “I’m not going to make it.”

“What could possibly be more important than this?”

“I’ll talk to you later, tell them to start without me.” Lando hung up without a goodbye and rushed out of his car, an apology sent to his friend in heaven. 

There was no knock at your door this time, there was just the quiet scratch of the pot plant moving across the concrete step before it was unlocked and swinging open. 

You didn’t even have the energy to rise from the bed you had crawled back into, there was only one person who knew where the spare key was hidden. He pottered around in the kitchen and you heard the doors opening and closing before his bare feet padded softly down the hallway. 

“Coming in,” Lando warned as the door creaked open and he stepped into your room. “I hope you’re wearing something.”

Before you could ask why he gave you the answer and ripped the blankets off the bed. Cold air rushed in and you shivered as you pulled the hem of your husband’s shirt further down your thighs. The orange and grey pattern on the shirt caught Lando’s attention and his eyes turned down before he turned away and opened the closet.

You weren’t sure if he was expecting to see one half empty but you hadn’t been able to box up a single item. You were clinging onto them, and the memory they represented, for dear life. 

He grabbed a casual dress he had seen you wear before and tossed it over, the soft cotton covering your legs. “Get dressed.”

“Lando!” He had already disappeared back down the hall and you groaned as you rolled off the bed and onto your feet. The material hung loose around your body in a way it hadn't before and the dress was no longer flattering as you stood in front of the mirror. 

It was the first real time you had looked in the mirror and you barely recognised yourself. Your skin no longer glowed, your hair was knotted and unkempt and your eyes held no life where they were sunken into your face.

Needing to try salvage something of your dignity, you tried to brush out the knots but the handle snapped and you stared at it in disbelief. Sudden rage hit you as you failed at such a simple task and you threw what remained of the brush at the mirror, shattering the image but somehow making your reflection more true to how you were feeling.

“Y/N?” Lando skidded to a stop, barely missing the shards of glass on the carpet. “Are you alright?”

“No,” you admitted aloud for the first time and your legs gave out as reality crashed into you. “I miss him so much.”

You didn’t feel the glass slash your legs or the sharp pain as they stabbed your knees. You didn’t feel the warm blood seeping into the carpet or Lando’s arms as he picked you up. You didn’t feel anything but the overwhelming sense of loss like a fist squeezing your heart from inside your chest.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you,” Lando murmured as he sat you on the kitchen side and cupped your face. “I’m sorry I wasn't here.”

“I’m not your problem,” you reminded him as you shook his hands off your face. “You were his friend and I’m not an inheritance.”

“I’m your friend too. A shitty friend, but I’m going to fix that,” he said as he looked down at your bleeding knees, “starting with this.”

He went to the cupboard above the fridge to find nothing had changed and the first aid kit was still on the shelf you struggled to reach, but he easily did. You tried to get a bandaid from it as he placed it on the benchtop beside you but he moved your hands back and gave you a warning look.

“This might hurt,” he apologised as he broke the top off a saline bottle and started to rinse the blood away. “There’s some glass stuck in there - maybe we should go to the hospital.”

“I’m not going back there, especially not today,” you said with a lick of venom and a shake of your head. “There’s whiskey in the back of the pantry, just give me some of that.”

He seemed dubious about the idea but knew how stubborn you could be and exhaled a resigned sigh before getting the half empty bottle. He looked at you through the clear glass, above the sloshing amber, and you could feel the judgement in that stare.

“I have trouble sleeping.”

He didn’t give you a response as he handed it over before getting a chair to sit on, placing your foot on his knee so he could try to get the glass out with a pair of tweezers. To be honest, you were numb to everything and didn’t even need the alcohol but you gulped greedily at the spiced whiskey. 

“What’s that?” you asked as you noticed a pot on the stove, steam softly billowing up, and then you noticed the mouthwatering scent. 

“Vegetable soup. You need to eat.”

“When did you get so mature?” The joke fell flat as he looked up and you saw the depth of his own grief that he let escape from where he had buried it.

“A lot has changed in a year.”

There was no appropriate response to be said so you took another swig and felt the warmth of the alcohol hitting your empty stomach while he continued to pull shards of glass out.

“All done,” he said as he gathered the rubbish and left you to inspect the bandaids plastered all over your knees and skins too.

“If you ever look for a change in career, nursing isn't the answer.”

His lips curled up with a small laugh as he checked the pot and gave the soup a stir. “You’re meant to say thank you.”

“Thank you, Nurse Norris.”

Lando returned to where you were sitting after lowering the heat on the stove and tapped his finger on the stack of mail beside you. He picked up an envelope with the F1 symbol beside the return address and flipped it over before seeing almost a dozen others just like it. 

“Your invitation is probably in one of these.”

“Did you know there’s a clause in the contracts for ‘surviving spouses’?” You laughed bitterly and tipped the bottle back, no longer feeling the burn of the alcohol rushing down your throat. “They send a cheque every month, the very people who killed him and I want nothing to do with, and if it wasn’t already bad enough, they send it in his name.”

Lando looked at the envelopes and frowned. “Seriously?”

You took the top one and ripped through the seal to show him the cheque address to René Gauthier. On and on, you tore them all open and Lando swallowed deeply as the mess grew.

“Do they think €10,000 a month is going to make everything better? Nothing they do can bring back my husband.”

“Nothing can fix what happened,” he said as he wiped your cheeks that you hadn’t noticed were damp with tears. “I know it doesn’t make it any easier but they brought in new regulations this year, so it doesn’t happen again.”

“Sometimes I wish he hit those officials,” your voice broke at the whispered confession. “He would have had to live with that guilt, but at least he would be alive. Oh god, I’m a terrible person.”

René had been labelled a hero for the manoeuvre he had done to save the lives of the officials that were in the wrong place. He had put himself into a wall swerving away from them and while they had walked away unscathed for their mistake, your husband had died for his. It wasn’t fair.

“You’re not a terrible person, Y/N,” Lando reassured you as he pulled your hands away from where you had hidden your face in shame. 

The alcohol had hit your system and you closed your eyes as the room swayed, your words falling unfiltered as your head spun. “Racing was his life, Lando, but he was mine. I don’t know how to live without him.”

The bottle disappeared from your fingers and you lifted your heavy eyelids to see Lando putting it on top of the cupboards out of your reach. 

“You find a way to live because it's what he would want.” He scooped you up off the counter and your head fell into the crook of his neck without resistance. “You find a way to live because we’ve already lost too much. I’m not going to lose you too.”

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this series is completed!! a @lilystyles series.

y/n and harry have always known each other and been in each other's lives, but harry's rapid rise in fame causes a drift between them. what happens when they find their way back to each other and act on the feelings they have always had?

or y/n is a virgin and she doesn't want to be, and harry is an old friend who doesn't mind helping her out.

virgin!reader x friendswbenefits!h

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old friends

harry and y/n are old friends who reunite and quickly pick right back up where they left off. new tensions arise and a deal is struck up. (5k)

song for this chapter 'Old Friends' by Simon & Garfunkle.

watermelon sugar, highhhh

harry found a new muse for a new song. it's called watermelon sugar, dedicated to the sweetness between y/n's thighs. (5k)

song for this chapter 'Watermelon Sugar' by H.

comfort

y/n calls harry drunk and scared, harry picks her up and helps take care of her. the next morning y/n worries she'll scare him off, but of course, harry eases those worries. (4.5k)

song for this chapter 'Back to the Old House' by The Smiths.

bloom

y/n and harry go to dinner and something stronger blooms between them. (11.6k!!)

song for this chapter 'Hungry Eyes' by Eric Carmen.

rock the boat, baby!

y/n and harry are reminded of their teenage years and take a trip down memory lane on a camping trip. (8.7k)

song for this chapter 'Rock the Boat' by Hues Corporation.

one of us

karaoke night leads to a run-in with paparazzi. y/n's face is splashed everywhere, and harry doesn't know what to do. (5.3k)

song for this chapter 'One Of Us' by Abba.

stuck in the middle with you

y/n is the maid of honour and harry is the best man, what happens when they are forced to share a room? do they reconcile their issues or are they too far gone? (10.6k)

song for this chapter 'Silver Springs' by Fleetwood Mac.

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slipping through my fingers (myg) {series masterlist}

pairing: min yoongi x reader genre: dilf!yoongi, exes and co-parents au, angst!!, fluff, smut summary: you've always thought you had it way too easy. all of a sudden, your life seems to be taking a few unexpected turns. it's time your luck ran out.

[prologue]

1. will i ever see you again?

2. and the hits just keep coming 1.0.

3. the calm before the storm.

4. and the hits just keep coming 2.0.

5. a one time thing.

6. ...tba.

sweeter than suga | three

pairing: min yoongi x female!y/n | au: strangers2lovers, cafe genre: sweet! (fluff) | rating: pg13 | wc: 1.8k+

synopsis: “…you get an order for a couple of drinks at the cafe and a grumpy name named suga will pick them up. i wonder what drink is his?”

warnings: none author’s note: please give me any feedback.

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The soft pitter-patter of the rain filled your ears as you made your way to work. It was early in the morning, but the weather wasn’t the greatest. They predicted on the news that it was going to rain quickly, but as you walked, the rain was getting worse.

The simple patter was starting to hit your black umbrella harder. You just needed to round the corner to get to the café. “Why is it so gloomy?” You question. You quicken your pace hoping you can get to the café without the rain getting any worse than it already was.

You turn the corner and see a figure standing in front of the café. It was the weekend, and usually, you opened by yourself. It wasn’t as busy as it was on weekdays. As you got closer, the figure didn’t have an umbrella. “Yoongi?” You speak his name and he can’t help but give a tiny smile.

Truthfully, his heart is guiding his actions more than his brain. If he used his brain, he’d have an umbrella and not show up so early to see you again. His heart, on the other hand, convinced him to get dressed and go see you again. Once you call his name, a pink blush appears on his cheeks.

“Morning,” he said, a bit flustered. “Morning. Here, hold this.” You give him your umbrella, take out your keys and unlock the big lock on the side. 

“Why are you here so early?” Your voice is laced with a bit of worry.“Oh, I um… I was going to order an Iced Americano.” That was true but he also just wanted to see you again. You finally unlock the doors and let Yoongi in.

You wouldn’t leave him in the rain. “Thank you.” “Don’t worry about it.” A giggle leaves your lips watching him get flustered. You go to the break room and place your things down. Grabbing a clean towel, you put on your apron and walk back to the front. “Use this Mr.Iced Americano so you don’t get sick,” handing him the towel. 

“Sorry for the trouble,” he mutters. “Huh? You didn’t do anything wrong. Just bring an umbrella next time,” you give a small smile. “Oh, and your usual will be done in a few minutes.” 

You get started with turning on the coffee machines and checking the inventory. Yoongi peers over at you as you start to work and get the café ready for other customers. He watches in awe the entire time and even forgets to dry his hair. 

“Oh shoot, I need to bake the cookies,” you mumble. It’s been a constant thing. Any time he orders his Iced Americano, you give him a treat. Yoongi seems to like the cookies the most. 

“Y/n?” Looking up from your current task, he sheepishly holds the folded towel in front of him. “Where should I put this?” “Umm,” you put the tray of cookies in the oven and turn back around, “I can take it.” 

As he gives you the towel, he asks another question. “Do you need help?” “Do you want to help?” Countering his question with another. Silently, you take him by the hand and lead him to the back. You take an apron off the hook and hold it up, waiting for him to put his head through the top part. “Will I get paid?” He jokes. “No sorry, that only applies to actual employees,” you chuckle. 

He puts his head through the loop and watches you tie the straps around his waist. “Alright, welcome to your first and last day. We need to bake cookies.” Following you, he watches you measure out all of the ingredients and get them mixed. Right after you instruct him to place the cookie dough on the tray with parchment paper.

“You do this every morning?” Yoongi puts on some gloves and starts to roll the dough in his hands. “Depends, most times its cookies. Other times it's cupcakes and cake.” Stopping him for a moment, you rolled up his sleeves. Making sure he doesn’t get his clothes dirty. “Don’t you work with someone else?” Another leaves his lips as he continues rolling out the dough.

“On weekdays I open with Lina. They tend to be slower than weekdays so I open by myself.” Once he finishes rolling out the dough, you instruct him to ball up the dough and put it in a bowl. Covering the bowl with plastic wrap, you place the bowl on the corner that’s closest to the oven. 

“You like opening by yourself?” Another question from his direction. “Sometimes I do. I like the peace of the morning.” Your answer, revealing more about your personality. He hums a response as you grab a mitten and take the baked cookies out of the oven. Then he notices that they are the cookies you usually serve him. The chocolate chip cookies.

How’d I not notice? Seems like she thinks of everything. Y/n is such a mystery.

“I think you should go wash your hands instead of watching me, Yoongi,” You giggle watching the rosy color appear on his cheeks again. Flustered, he goes to wash his hands and dry them off while Y/n sets the cookies to cool. Eventually, you go check on Yoongi who was drying his hands. 

“Anything else I should do?” “No, I got it. Remember, this is your first last day,” you smirk. Once again, you untie the apron from around his waist before looking up at him. The sudden urge to kiss the man in front of you was strong. Because maybe he felt it too. Maybe he can feel the air getting electrified. Maybe he feels the same attraction you felt for him. And with all that, you pull the apron close only to feel his lips on yours.

It’s just a kiss. It can easily confirm your suspicions. After a few seconds, his lips move alongside yours. As if to overcome the shock, he easily kissed you back. Nothing but a simple kiss, it confirms your questions. Nothing but soft lips moving in sync. His hands gently touch yours, as if to test his limits. Slowly his hands move downwards and stop at your waist. 

Pulling your body against him, his warmth engulfs you. This answers a lot of questions. Only then you pull away from the kiss. A low hum comes from him and you can’t help but giggle. “It’s my last day because employees can’t be in relationships, huh?” He guessed it right. You nod your head not breaking his gaze.

His eyes quickly glance down at your lips. Truly you can see that the man in front of you is in a daze. One of the coffee machines go off and it spooks you for a moment. Remembering that you have a cafe to run. Quite literally, it’s your job. 

Yoongi’s arms only tighten around your waist. “C’mon, I have to work,” you giggle. A sigh leaves his lips as he lets go. Eventually, he follows you back out to the front. You hand him his drink and the baggie of cookies. “Iced Americano and some chocolate chip cookies,” you say with a smile behind the corner. Before he said anything, he walks back to the glass doors and turned the sign to “closed.”

“What are you doing?” Confused by his actions, you walk from behind the corner. “I just need to make sure…” “Make sure of what?” And before you know it, he has you in an embrace again, his lips on yours. Happily accepting the kiss, you even laugh during the kiss. “Till next time,” he says while pulling away from the kiss. You answer back with a simple hum. “Till next time.”

Yoongi picks up his things and leaves. 

“He’s in such a good mood.” If anyone glanced at Yoongi, they’d only figure out part of the reason why he was in such a good mood. Throughout the morning, the man noticed that the more he drank the coffee, more numbers would be revealed. “Should I not be in a good mood?” Hearing his roommates’ comments. “No, it’s just been a while since we’ve seen you this happy,” Namjoon says with a smile.

All the roommates were having a meeting and Yoongi wasn’t listening to a single word. Even though everyone noticed his change of mood, only Jimin and Namjoon were laughing about it. “It’s the waitress from the restaurant, right?” “Yeah, and like an idiot, he left without an umbrella to go see her. Whipped…” Jimin grins.

As the day continues, Yoongi sits and ponders what he should do next. He already saved your number into his phone. He was going to text you but now he doesn’t know what. After this morning’s event, the daze started to clear out and the panic started to settle in. Then there’s a knock on his bedroom door.

Yoongi doesn’t even answer, the door opens with a smirk plastered on Jimin’s face. Usually Jimin would ask to come in but since it means that Yoongi was in a good mood, he won’t miss the chance to tease him. “Did you call her yet?” “No, she’s still at work. What do you want?” 

“Well, I came to tease you for the most part but if you need help, I can definitely help with that too,” Jimin says while taking a sip of his drink. What Jimin had failed to tell Yoongi, is that Jimin and Taehyung went to the cafe to go see this woman again. If she had such an effect on Yoongi, something definitely happened.

“So she is currently on her break I think… you could text her.” Immediately Yoongi glares at Jimin and gives him a look. “Stop messing with me, I’ll text her later.” “She clearly said she didn’t mind getting a message around this time.” Yoongi glances at his phone for a moment only for the screen to light up.

Clear as day, a text message from the number he just saved into his phone. Only for it to read, I’ll probably text you later because my break is almost over. Maybe wanna go somewhere tomorrow… maybe?

“What did she say?” Jimin starts to look over Yoongi’s shoulder and quickly Yoongi grabs his phone. Before Yoongi could text back, another text appeared. Two of your friends came into the cafe. They gave me your number. 

You’re about to get off break in a few minutes, but you’re waiting for your screen to light up. The two guys that came in earlier, were all giggly while speaking to you. “Is that the iced americano guy? You finally got his number?” Lina asks while looking over your shoulder. “Yes, yes and shouldn’t you be wiping tables?” “Yes and I handed them to Genee because I wanted to see why you didn’t clock back in from break.”

Typically, you would clock back in a bit earlier to help out or finish some baking. Yet, here you were staring at your phone waiting for one simple reply. It hasn’t come yet and you’re getting anxious. 

Then the little typing bubble appears, then disappears. I could maybe pick you up tomorrow @10am. Maybe to eat? Your face heats up a bit realizing he is teasing you but he accepted the date. 

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For filming Daylight MV, Harry needed some horse riding lessons.

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♡ If he doesn't have books, don't sleep with him - social media - booktuber!reader - part 2

The rumours are swirling around Harry and YN on whether they are together. In their usual style, they are confusing, so nobody knows. Till, YN posts that one picture on her IG.

♡ Music videos - social media - famous!reader

Harry and YN have been together since 2013. And from the moment Harry started his solo career, YN is there, in the music videos, or behind the scenes. And if it's not her, it's one of their two babies. Soon to be three.

♡ Third baby - social media - famous!reader

Harry and YN have their third baby and some people still don't know how to behave around a breastfeeding person.

♡ Daddy's house - social media - famous!reader

New Pleasing drop comes with new ambassadors - quite little ambassadors.

♡ Love language - boyfriend!Harry

Harry's love language is physical touch, especially kissing you. Here are just a few types of them. !contains suggestive content!

♡ Kisses - boyfriend!Harry

After establishing their love language, YN and Harry are not shy about it. And YN loves smothering Harry in kisses after his first LOT show.

♡ Popstars - social media - popstar!reader

YN and Harry have been together for years. The problem is, even after being spotted kissing, they won't admit it at the beginning. Oh, there also is Judie and Teddy - their cute, little kids.

♡ Goldie - social media - swimmer!reader

Harry follows a competitive swimmer, YN on IG, and (lies you can imagine) it breaks the internet. YN attends his shows and their relationship just grows.

♡ Happy birthday, rockstar - social media - director!reader

YN's social media posts over the years wishing Joe a happy birthday. (part of an Action! series)

Harry x (ex)director!reader x Joseph Quinn

A story, where Harry and YN fall in love at Sign Of The Times music video set, challenge their relationship over the years, eventually fall apart and the aftermath of that break-up.

social media:

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6

written parts:

▪︎ first date ~2,8k words

A short story about two people being nervous on their first date.

▪︎ tolerate it ~3k words

YN sees how much Harry is distancing. Confrontation happens, unfolding cascade of events and feelings YN has buried within herself. Is this the end?

▪︎ champagne problems (part 2 to tolerate it) ~3k words

YN thinks Harry wants to save their relationship after the argument they've had. He thinks that, too. But the definition of saving can differ.

▪︎ heartbreak anniversary ~3,4k words

Harry holds an emotional conversation with his therapist, and then his family. If it wasn't heart-wrenching enough, Anne and Gemma have some news to share - something to tip the scales at the breaking point.

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