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brailsthesmolgurl · 1 month

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WARDROBE MALFUNCTION!

A smol bird requested for this to be written and so here I am, playing fairy godmother! If any of you have any sort of requests, just drop me a dm as I am revived from my death and ready to write more delulus as your solulus!

Context: What happens when your outfit decides NOT to cooperate with you? What will the boys do for you?

Disclaimer: This one-shot is created with me studying their lore on various websites and social media so that I could get a better idea on what colours they like/represent and what style they lean towards. Some of you may disagree but its okay! You can read it as it is and add in your own imagery of a suitable outfit by your hubbies! Warnings: Fluff that might rot your brains.

RAFAYEL

"I am almost done with this piece," Rafayel spoke, eyes still glued to his canvas, one hand holding up his messily stained colour palette, while the other held the brush as he drew strokes across the canvas. "Why don't you go and get changed as you wait for me to finish off this bit, yeah?"

"Yes sir." You quirkily replied and you stood up, spotting him sending you a teasing look given the way you addressed him. Earlier on, some strangers had came by Rafayel's mansion with Thomas to deliver some clothes. Apparently, these clothes are custom made by those luxurious brands specifically for Rafayel. Thomas addressed it as this was one of the ways the luxury brands show their support towards Rafayel's works. ONE OF THE WAYS... At this point, you are convinced that Rafayel is a huge deal and having luxurious brands begging on their knees to work with him sounded like a dream that would never come true to you.

The dress that sat on the bed was delivered for you as well, as per Rafayel's request. There was objection amongst the team that were handling the sponsorship and ambassador deals for the brand. But Rafayel spoke through the phone like he owns the company. "If she does not get a gown, then our business ends. Right now." He hung up abruptly, and the next thing he knew, the dress showed up at his door in less than 30 minutes.

Any brands, regardless luxurious or not, knows the right way and only way to please Rafayel. One wrong move and you are off the chart and some other brand may easily replace you. Hence, nobody dares to mess with Rafayel. Except for you. "The dress on the bed is yours!" He shouted from the living room and you picked up the dress.

The chiffon textured dress is of a forest green colour, going all the way down to your ankles. The strapless design made you gulped as you are not used to outfits of this measure, given the nature of your work, whereas your attire has to be 'appropriate for work in times of need'. Touching the inner material, you sighed in relief as you realised that there was bra padding for you hence you do not have to go all the way out to get a new bra just for this event.

Putting on the dress and zipping it up was easy, and you fit almost perfectly into the dress. The keyword being ALMOST. As you lifted your hands up, the dress started sliding down like it is a floatie on a wet water slide and woop, off it went and onto the ground. You panicked, bending down in one fell swoop and trying to gather the dress so that you can pull it up to your chest again.

But it does not let you go past the waist area unless you unzip it. Groaning, you struggled to find the zip as the dress is really puffy and you did not want to ruin the designer dress. "Is everything okay?" Rafayel stood at the doorway, leaning against the side of his door, as he watched you with amusement written all over his face. He has been standing there for quite a while hasn't he?

You gasped, pulling whatever that is on the floor to cover your chest area and he walked over, analysing the dress and scowling when he found out the reason. "I should have gotten them to measure you instead of just bringing you a standard fit." He took his phone out of his pocket and tapped on the screen a couple of times. His eyes looked back at you and you bit your lip in embarassment. "Your curves are way too beautiful to be hidden amongst this pile of leaves."

His comment made you giggled. Guess he has the same thought as you. "Toss the dress aside darling, I will get you a new one." Another few taps of the finger, he shows you the dress he has in mind. A purple dress with extravagant sleeves, puffing out like how a jellyfish would and you instantaneously knew why he opted for this dress. "I like purple better anyways."

"But wait Rafayel... this dress is not entirely scrap, maybe I can sew a temporary knot on it to tighten the top so it won't fall off. And there is really no need for you to get another custom one for me as we are running out of time." Your suggestion made him stare at you, purple-blue pupils blown wide as if he has really just witnessed a shark eating grass. iykyk.

He walked over and grabbed you by your waist and pulled you close to him, so close that you could hear the sound of his heart against yours. But at this moment, maybe he could hear yours louder than his. "Nobody can put a price on your love for me. EVER. But, I can sure as hell throw out any price on anyone, regardless the amount, as a representation of how much you worth to me." You looked away immediately, eyes stared at the arms that were holding you in place. He kissed your forehead, chuckling, before he pressed his phone against his ear. "Now, let's see who can make this dress for the price I am willing to pay in 30 minutes time." he makes me feel something

ZAYNE

You waited on a bench in front of Akso Hospital. You figured it would be a great idea to wait for Zayne as he finishes work early today and you might be able to grab dinner with him. You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, looking through your daily for-you-page before a shadow loomed over you. You looked up and no doubt, it is Zayne aka the great and almightly Elsa.

"How long have you been sitting here?" He asked you, before handing you a candy that he had fished out from the pocket of his trench coat. "I was planning to meet you slightly later at your condo." The thought of him initially wanting to surprise you made your heart fluttered. You see, Zayne is a more upfront guy so having him to plan surprises are one of the uncalled scenarios.

"I had only been here for a couple of minutes." You lied, taking the candy out of his palm and unwrapped it before you tossed it into your mouth. The raise of his eyebrow towards you made your breath hitched as he knew you too well that you could not lie to him in his face. "Fine, I had waited here since 5pm." This made Zayne looked down at his wrist watch.

"So it's been an hour and 15 minutes?" He side eyed you and you admitted it by nodding your head. "Next time, it would be better if you were to just wait for me at home. If it wasn't for a full deck today at the hospital, I might just be covering shifts for other people and that might be inconvenient for you." But, he himself actually noticed you exactly an hour and 15 minutes, from his office's window, before his upcoming surgery. He had another three surgeries lined up for the night, but fearing that you may end up waiting the whole night for him, he decided to cancel his schedule for the night and transfer the case to other doctors. Even workaholics take a break. iykyk

"But I just wanted to come over to check up on you. I even chose to sit outside so that you would not be distracted as you are working." You pouted, hands picking at the hem of your shirt. You felt Zayne's hand landed on the top of your head, a gesture of love and comfort. He patted and smoothed your brunette strands back and you stared up at him. "I shall wait for you at home next time okay?"

"Now that's a good girl." killmeplease Zayne smiled warmly. "Now, lets get you back alright? My car is parked right by the road side. Come on." Hands around your waist, he slowly walked you over to his car. The smell of his cologne lingered on your nose, the smell of mint and dashes of cinnamon. Just like his personality, icy as mint but warm and welcoming as cinnamon once you get to know him.

He opened the car door for you and as you walked over to get into the car, your shirt got hooked against one of the metal wires that went astray from the metal fencing and the next thing you heard was the sound of a ripping cloth. You yelped as you stumbled and Zayne slotted himself right in front of you, shocked as well and using his body to block you from falling further. "Oh my..." Your cursed under your breath as your hands were against his washboard abs, steadying yourself. doublekill

He guided you into the car slowly before getting into the driver side himself. When he had started the car and turned on the air conditioning, he turned to look at you. "How bad is the rip?" He asked and you lifted the hem of your shirt, showing the rip that is around 4cm long.

"Why does this have to happen to one of my favourite shirt?" You frowned, fingers won't stop touching and fidgeting with the ripped edge.

"Do they still sell this shirt?" Zayne asked, hands reaching over to tug against the shirt, as if to examine the material of the outfit. The shake of your head made him sigh and he gestured to the glovebox. "Open the glovebox and take out the black pouch please."

You did as you were told and you watched in confusion as he took off his trench coat and placed it onto your lap. The coat still radiating warmth that was collected off of his body heat. He opened the black pouch and laid it flat on the arm rest of his car, and inside of the pouch was an array of threads and needles. "Are these suture needles?"

"Yes." His response was prompt. "Take off your shirt and hand it to me please." He requested and you gulped. Using the trench coat to block his view, you slowly took off your shirt and then wrapped his trench coat around your whole front. You knew that he had probably seen many naked bodies given his line of work but something about this scenario, with you being with him only in a car, felt very intimate and it made you very anxious. "You know how to sew?"

"I am a doctor, I know how to suture. And it is the same concept as sewing, but only with different kinds of needles and threads." He then started sewing, his concentration a trait you find admirable. It did not took him long when he finished sewing your shirt and he handed it back to you, the thread sewed on has gaps of equal length and was tied off neatly. As expected of one of the top doctors from Akso Hospital. As he started driving, he added. "Although I had managed to sew the shirt for you, I believe with my connections, I would be just as capable to find you the same shirt. Then, you would never have to complain about this being your only favourite shirt."

XAVIER

You were going about your day in your own house before you heard your doorbell ringing. You placed your bowl of cereal down and took a glance on the clock on your phone. Who dares to threaten your peaceful weekend? You went over to the door and you opened it to reveal your blond hair lover. "Xavier?" You asked, eyebrows furrowed when he smiled at you.

"Good morning, I see someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." He teased and stepped in, holding out a parcel for your. "I believe this belongs to you?" The small rip at the top side of your parcel indicated that he probably took a peek on what's inside. Acknowledging the parcel, you took it off of his hands and you blushed, tucking a few stray strands of hair behind your ear.

"Good morning to you too. I guess I might have accidentally wrote your level instead of mine." You bit your bottom lip and you heard him chuckle in return. "But thanks for coming down to deliver this to me when you could have just asked me to get it from you." "But I wanted to see you personally. And seeing the clothes that are in the parcel, I thought I could get to watch you try them on too." His blunt answer made you stare at him like a mad man. His blue eyes however, glinted with nothing but honesty. This guy may be mysterious but he sure is straightforward in stating what he has on his mind. He probably noticed the way you reacted and he took a step back, retracing his words and slightly coughing to ease the awkwardness. "I mean, I would like to see you trying out these new outfits that you had gotten for yourself. It would be a good past time for me."

You chuckled at how goofy this guy is and gestured towards him to go and sit at the couch. You went into the room to get yourself changed and it was as if today is your fashion show day. You strutted out in different outfits, layered against one another and watched the way Xavier would react to you, either fascinated, or straight down confused. There was even this one time, he would just have a blank expression where you wore an oversized shirt under your tshirt. Clothing trends on the streets nowadays baffles him and he wondered if he was the one that was left out from the fashion ring.

Your last outfit featured you in a semi see through tank top and a pair of cargo pants. Not to mention, the tank top seemed to be too small for you as the way the blond boy sees it, it was holding onto your figure for dear life and barely leaving anything more to one's imagination. And the thought itself ticked him off. When you looked over towards Xavier, he does not look surprised nor confused, but rather bland. "What do you think?" Your tone came off to be amused and you did a twirl in front of him before you took a seat right next to him.

Xavier anxiously gulped and looked away from you, his voice low as he muttered. "I don't think this outfit looks nice on you, girlfriend." The way he shifted in his seat made you cornered him against the couch even more, wanting a better explanation. "The top you are wearing. I don't like it."

"And why so?" You asked, looking down at your top and adjusting it. "This is the trend nowadays, they call it the Y2K trend I think. And this tank top was on sale, so I just got it."

"I can buy you some other clothes. Even the ones that are not going to be on sale." He retorted, eyeing the tank top you were wearing with an underlying anger. "I just don't think I would like to see you wearing this in public. It is too revealing, and I guess tight on your body."

His answer painted your cheeks red and you gasped. What were you thinking? Of course you had forgotten about his possesive nature. He does not show it much and having such a pretty boy face like him further disconnects the word 'possessive' from his character. He reached into his hoodie's front pocket and pulled out his phone, opening up an app and handed the phone to you. When you refused to take it, he lifted his torso off of the couch to 'force' you to take his phone. Just like how you had previously pressed your body against him, this is his turn to take his small and sweet revenge. You panicked as he closed the gap between you two and within the next minute, he was pressed against you, one of his hand at the side of your head and another still holding his phone up to you, his gaze intense. "Just choose whatever you want from my phone, my card information is all in there. And perhaps before you check out, you can let me double check on the outfits you are getting." He low-key demanded before he explained himself for such a decision. "I just don't like nor want people staring wrongfully at what I treasure the most."

Another fluff for another day. I already did my best in having to think of different wardrobe malfunctions as I did not want one theme of wardrobe malfunction to be stagnant across the whole story for all three of the boys. SO I hope you would understand my lovelies. :,) I am very very free so I will be posting more regularly for these few weeks. SO please do show me more love and support as that would aid me in my motivation in writing!

Do check out my other works as well!

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Hope your Delulu is satisfied my lovelies <3

#love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel sfw #rafayel x reader #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #xavier x reader

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he-calls-me-kitten · 2 years

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His Darling Apprentice

Solomon's growing lust for his precious student GN! MC.

He thought it was curiousity and nothing more - this unprompted desire to see you every day. And you didn't disappoint. On the days he couldn't make it, you made sure you did.

Even if it was for 10 minutes between two classes, or dropping by Purgatory Hall on the weekends - your daily meeting was inevitable. He didn't realise how addicted he'd grown to it until it was too late.

It was as if his day didn't end until he had seen you atleast once, smiling and waving as you called out his name, rushing toward him when there was no need to. He wasn't going anywhere. He had simply grown fond of you, he decided.

It got worse, the more you became physically comfortable with him. Resting your chin on his shoulder to read his latest research, tackle hugging him when you finally got a difficult spell right, falling asleep on his lap during late night study sessions. On the days you didn't touch him, he lay sleepless at night.

⚜️

"Solomon! Right here, I've saved you a seat!" You waved to him as he entered the cafe. He smiled and let his body guide him.

It was such a natural thing now too. Whenever you both were in a room together, he'd come sit with you. And you never once, forgot to keep a place open for him.

"So this is the place Asmo is working at?" Solomon flinched at the overwhelming sweet scent in the room. You laughed. The best laugh he's ever heard.

"Yes it takes a while to get used to." You explained. "What else can we expect from a place that only serves desserts anyway, right? Oh there he is! Asmo!"

Solomon followed your gaze to see Asmo coming over to your table, holding two pink drinks on his tray. "Both my favourite humans came to see me! I'm so grateful to my beauty!"

"That uniform looks adorable on you. Is it comfortable?" You said, reaching out to touch the puffy sleeve. Asmo's response was a blur. Solomon's hand twitched involuntarily.

No, touch me instead.

He was shocked at his own thoughts. You literally live with seven other demons who fawn over you endlessly. He didn't think twice about it. Then why does he care now? And why was he imagining you in that cafe uniform too?

"Now here's the deadberry swirlie you two like so much. I added extra whipped cream for you, MC." Asmo winked before someone else called for him.

Solomon sipped from it, the sour and sweet of the drink refreshing his overcrowded brain. "It tastes as good as we remember it, doesn't it MC?"

"Yes. Just a tad bit too much whipped cream though." You laughed as you tried to clean the mess you'd made.

All around your mouth and fingers, dripping down your chin, traces lining down your neck and- Solomon shook his head to snap out of it. But you licking away at it was not helping his depraved spiraling thoughts, as he imagined something entirely unholy.

"Oops, you've got some on your chin too." You reached toward him, a dainty finger wiping off his skin. Your touch felt like a pleasant burn as he watched you lick your finger right after.

You realized none of it, but it was harder for him to keep up a conversation the entire evening.

⚜️

"Ah finally over!" You sighed in relief. "That was the longest assignment we had this term! Ridiculous! It's almost 2 am!"

"Oh come on, I'm sure you've tackled similar things in the human world." Solomon said, setting his paper down after the last revision. He chuckled to himself seeing you in such cute cat-themed pajamas.

"I doubt anything in the human world is tedious enough to make both Simeon and Satan fall asleep trying to finish." You said softly, glancing at the angel and demon asleep in their respective places at the shared table. You had kindly draped some blankets on them.

"Well atleast Operation Study Sleepover can conclude now." Solomon said, preparing to get up. "Now you go sleep on the bed, I'll take the couch, as decided."

He caught you pouting. You had really insisted on taking the couch instead but after a 3-2 round of rock, paper, scissor - you had to give into his rules instead. He tucked you in bed and watched you from the couch, making sour faces at him. Giving him the better blanket wasn't enough for you.

How can someone be this adorable?

He drifted off to sleep watching you twisting and turning in bed, trying to get comfortable. And when he woke up, there was a whole other suprise waiting for him.

"M-MC..." There you were, snuggled tight in his arms, under the same blanket. Your legs were draped over his. The weight of your thighs were nerve-racking and delightful. He felt your arms wrapped around his waist, your breath tingling the bare skin over his collar-bones.

He felt himself harden at your touch, your breath and your lips so close to his. He could lean over an inch and kiss you. Could he possibly dare? What if you hated him for it? No. He couldn't take that chance.

But he couldn't stay here either. He was bursting for release. He softly chanted a spell and found himself in the bathroom. Leaning against the cool tiles, he jerked himself off. The first of many, as he would discover soon.

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me solomon #obey me slow burn #obey me solomon x reader #obey me sub reader #ah i just really love slow burn smuts and had to let this brain rot out for a while #Solomon brain rot is real ahhhhh #let me know if yall want a part 2

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legacyshenanigans · 3 months

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Just a little part 2 to the ➡️Maid AU⬅️

Marvolo x MC 💚

The following day, MC was scrubbing the floors in one of the corridors upstairs. Marvolo had left his room, seeing her bent over on the floor. A thousand thoughts ran through his brain in that single moment upon seeing her. He couldn't help but smirk to himself. He cleared his throat, and MC flinched slightly, looking over her shoulder, seeing him stood right behind her now. She quickly sat up onto her knees. "Good afternoon." She smiled sweetly. Marvolo looked down at her through lidded eyes, "Quite the sight I was greeted with after leaving my room" his voice deepened as he leaned down slightly "If you had been bent over just a little more, I'd of seen the frills of your undergarments" MC blushed instantly, feeling her cheeks heat up. "My apologies," she whispered while looking up at him, still on her knees. Marvolo chuckled "Don't be sorry..It was a welcome sight" MC couldn't help but let a small giggle escape her lips, which he took a moment to find utterly adorable before speaking again "Also, about my offer, yesterday" he grinned "Yes?" She responded curiously "I waited up for you, just a little, to see if you would actually show..Though I knew that you wouldn't, but I waited anyway" MC looked at him coyly again, as she did when he'd first proposed the offer. "Marvolo, it's not that I don't want to -" she began before being cut off by him. "But you're worried about getting caught, as you said yesterday." "Exactly, " she sighed. He flashed her a smile, "You worry too much, considering I am one of the master's of this house, I wouldn't let you get into trouble" he whispered as he leaned down closer to her, putting a finger on her chin, and lifting her head up slightly. "You speak as though you wouldn't equally be reprimanded for your actions by your family if we WERE to be caught," she whispered back. "But isn't it exciting?" He gave her a devilish grin, "Even now, with you on your knees before me and my finger on your chin, someone could walk up and see us." The realisation hit her that he was right, she quickly stood and looked around, wiping down her pinafore. Marvolo chuckled, looking her up and down. MC loved the way he looked at her, with want and desire. She wanted him to, more than anything, but was so nervous at the same time. "You're a bad influence on me, Marvolo," she giggled. "Good." He chuckled and grinned with a cheeky attitude before wandering off down the hall, after a moment he turned on his heel to look back at her. "I really do think you should come to my room tonight, around eleven. So I can... Read to you." He smirked before walking away once more. MC knew damn well that if she went to his room, he wouldn't be 'reading to her', not that she minded that. She wanted his body on hers. The number of times throughout each day she thought about what it would be like to feel his hands roaming her body or hearing him whisper naughty things in her ear was almost embarrassing.

Later on in the day, when evening was approaching, she passed his room, he popped his head out "Could you do something for me?" He smiled. "Of course." "Could you just go and fetch me a glass of water before you finish for the day?" She nodded and headed downstairs, Seeing the other staff heading down to the servents' quarters, Miss Lyons looked over at her as she entered the kitchen."Are you going to the quarters with the others?" She asked as she was finishing up writing something down in her housekeeping book "I will shortly, Miss. Master Gaunt has requested a glass of water, so as soon I've taken that up to him, I'll be going to the quarters. " Miss Lyons nodded her head. "Hurry up then, girl. Don't keep him waiting, " she scowled before she herself headed down to their area of the Manor.

After a few moments, she headed back upstairs in the now quiet hallways and knocked gently on his door. He opened it with a little grin on his lips, MC gave him a small bow and a sweet smile as she handed him his drink "Your water, Sir." Marvolo took the glass and put it on on sidetable near his door before turning his attention back to her, he looked down each side of the hallway, then reached out his hand, placing it on her waist, pulling her towards him slightly as he leaned down, his face inches from hers. "Thank you" He whispered, MC cleared her throat, that damn blush creeping onto her face once again "You're welcome" she whispered back. Marvolo smirked, their lips almost touching "Tonight, eleven 'o' clock, my room" and with that, he pulled away and closed his door. MC already missed his touch with seconds of him letting her go. She felt giddy as she made her way to servents area. Craving more of him.

#marvolo gaunt headcanons #marvolo gaunt hc #marvolo x mc #marvolo gaunt

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ttal-zi · 2 years

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head over feet | jungkook x reader

our dearest y/n suffers from an acute case of being absolutely tongue-tied whenever her cute banana milk regular comes in the convenience store. confiding in her closest online friend about her woes, an adventure in stepping out of your comfort zone ensues.

*very much unedited. enjoy

Magicarpediem: I mean rly, ask me any NUMBER of things about seventeen’s discography and i will return with a 5 page essay. But uh oh- cute convenience boy wants to buy some banana milk?

Magicarpediem: suddenly i forget how vocal chords operate.

jktheironGiant: LMAO

Magicarpediem: you laugh at my misery

Magicarpediem: ARE YOU ENTERTAINED

jktheironGiant: oh 100% please continue

Magicarpediem: ლ(ಠ益ಠ)ლ

You sigh in frustration, placing your phone facedown on the counter with a little more force than necessary. It was a slow morning at the convenience store, so you didn’t feel too bad about texting your online friend instead of restocking stale chips. It was usually easy, working here- Family on a road trip, interns in a rush, really everybody came in and you handled their interactions with ease. At most a little small talk was required, but after working here for most of your college experience you had become well-versed in the activity.

Until he showed up.

You remembered it like it was yesterday- A crossword puzzle on the counter, a virtually empty store. It was raining outside, with only an hour left of your shift. You just chewed your gum and tried to make time pass. You tapped your pencil to your chin the way they always did in movies, the pitter patter of the rain only mildly distracting.

Alright, let’s see…4 down; Eros, the greek god of-

With a Pop! Your gum burst and the door swung open. But you barely looked up.

“Welcome in.” You called politely, your attention still glued to your crossword. You didn't get paid enough to see if whoever came through shoplifted a stick of gum anyway.

“Ack, come on I know this. I read percy jackson in middle school…” You grumbled, wracking your brain and rubbing your forehead sthoughtfully. In the distance you heard the customer shuffling around the store.

“Was it birds? Something about birds, right? No, it needs an O to fit…crow? Ugh, that doesn’t work.”

You hadn’t realised that your mumble was less of a mumble and more of a “Yes-im-talking-out-loud-to-myself-in-a-public-place”.

“What are you working on?” A gentle voice seeped into your attention. Your eyes stayed glued to the page that was slowly driving you mad.

“Just a crossword. I’ve almost finished it but I'm stuck on this last one. I don’t know why I keep doing these. They always piss me off when I can't get it.”

Footsteps came closer to the counter, the sound of fabric rustling. Soon enough, a shadow hovered over you and your crossword. “Maybe I can help?” it was deeper than you realised, the voice. It had a sense of melody to it, and you couldn’t help but feel like you’d heard it somewhere before.

You spun the crossword around to face the stranger. “Go for it, man.” you saw…hands come into your vision. Not just any hands either. They were deft, covered mostly by fingerless gloves, but you could see specks of nail polish still decorating the strong and bony fingers.

You looked uo quickly, but the stranger was backlit in a fluorescent halo from the ceiling lights- all you saw was shadow. The voice hummed.

“Huh. I mean, loaf definitely fits. Was he the god of bread?” An unexpected laugh tore out of you. “Ha, if only. Eros, the god of loaves.” You rolled your eyes good naturedly but something seems to click for the man. He smacked his fist in his palm in understanding. “Oh! I’ve got it!”

And then everything was dark. You blinked once, twice. Dark, chocolatey black and curly hair tumbled in front of your vision. It took your brain a little while to process what you were seeing. The stranger had leaned his head down to scribble onto the crossword. You had the intense urge to run your hands through it.

You shook your head, trying to clear out the abrupt thought, when the stranger jumped back from the page and turned it towards you. “Love.” He said in that melodious voice. A chill went up your spine.

“I mean, to be fair i also associate love with bread so its quite the easy mixup.” you could hear that smu fuccking grin in his voice, so you looked up with a retort on the tip of your tongue.

And thats when you forgot how to breathe. Someone had thrown the store into mars and opened the airlock. All the oxygen was sucked out of your body at the beauty of the man in frontvog you.

His face was framed somehow both delicately and messy by his black locks , his wide eyes a shade of brown you had never quite seen. You were right- He was smiling, the most fucking smarmy, smug grin you had ever seen. It was the most beautiful thing youd ever seen, his pale rose lips parted around pearly whites. His dark brows furrowed the tiniest centimeter and-

o h. Oh god. He was waiting fir a response. One that you didnt have. Oh, Eros.

“I, uh-”

Think Y/N, think, think, think! Use that smart and sexy brain of yours to come up with a response that will make the fucking myth in front of you propose and take you out of this store with a ring on your finger! A ring pop would be fine!

“I’m allergic to gluten.”

MAYBE NOT THAT-

His eyes widened in surprise at the abrupt response. He let out a good natured chuckle. “More for me, then.”

Y/N, did that sexy brain of yours forget that you are, in fact, NOT allergic to gluten?? Lies are not stable foundations for relationships, dumbass!

“Just kidding.”

Smooth. Really, truly, smooth.

But before the man could respond, you spotted the milk carton he had set on the counter. In your previous crossword blindness you hadn’t even noticed.

“I-It’s on the house.” You said, pushing the milk back in front of him. “For the bread. I mean, loaf. I mean-” You gestured at the milk hoping he understood your unintelligible words. He was going to need a crossword to understand you at this point.

But instead of taking th emilk and running far away from the wordless cashier that you were, he smiled. It was warm and genuine, not a hint of the mischevious smugness from earlier. His eyes were bright, and he made your knees quake on the linoleum tile. “Thank you!”

His words were like a philharmonic orchestra.

Yours felt like a soundcloud rappers corrupted file.

“N-no yeah.” Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the hybrid of no problem and whatever the fuck else just happened there!

His smile stayed put, seemingly immovable. “I’ll see you around then. Let me know if you ever come by some more bread-related crosswords.” He waved goodbye, banana milk secure in warm hands. You nodded mutely, afraid of opening your mouth for what would spill out.

It wasnt until the stranger had closed the door to the rainy city beyond that you let yourself collapse on top of the crossword with an “Ugh”.

“Curses…foiled again.” Even your lamenting needed work, apparently.

You sighed, opening up your eyes to the paper you rested on. There, scrawled in the little four spaces was someone elses handwriting. Completing your puzzle with a neatly written

Love.

It had been nearly a year since then. You’d seen the man through all different seasons; Bundled up in a winter puffer jacket, sweating in a white shirt in the summer, or even the comfy-looking cardigan you’d seen on a pretty spring day. Every time he’d greet you with that bright smile, lighting up your insides. Eventually you learned his name was Jungkook.

You couldn’t think about anything else that day.

Besides providing you endless bouts of heart palpitations and sudden onset weakness in your knees, he also provided an endless source of entertainment for your best friend.

You’d been introduced to jktheironGiant through a minecraft server created by your friend Hoseok. After you both tried to sabotage kingTAEta’s building with a little bit of lava, the two of you have been inseparable. Over the three years you’ve known JK, he’s become your best friend; Despite not knowing each others names or faces, he’s one of the only people that truly knows you.

Which also means he knows how completely mortified you are by these interactions.

And god, he loves it.

jktheironGiant: has he come in today yet?

jktheironGiant: i wanna witness that effect he has on your typing in which you suddenly no longer know how words work >:)

You huff out a laugh, typing a response.

Magicarpediem: ur a sick man jk. this is torture, truly.

The doorbell jingles just as JK’s response comes through.

jktheironGiant: Kinky

For no reason at all, you feel your cheeks heat. You put your phone upside down on the counter to greet your latest customer. “Good morning, welcome in-” You stutter at the end as your eyes catch on the man walking through the door. It’s Jungkook.

Fitting the cold weather outside, he’s wearing a black turtleneck and overcoat, his hand dipping breifly into his pocket seemingly to put his phone away. He meets your eyes, bright and shiny as always. “Morning, Y/N!” He greets you with a grin, beelining over to the refrigerated drinks.

Suddenly, the cozy sweater you’re wearing feels 100 degrees warmer.

Oh god, okay, don’t mess this up. He’s been in here a million times, you can talk to him! Ask him how his day is, how he’s doing!

Jungkook walks over to the counter with a bit of a spring in his step, his eyes glued to you. He sets the banana milk on the counter and smiles at you… but theeres something about it. He looks like he knows something.

Or i’m reading too much into this and the poor man just wants his drink. You take the milk and scan it, the silence stiffening around you.

“So,” You begin. Okay here it is, don’t fumble it. “How….” How’s your day? How are you?

But instead you just stop. Even after he hands you his debit card, you don’t continue. Just. How.

“How..?” Jungkook repeats, his eyes locked onto yours like heat seeking missiles. Not for the first time sicne he;s arrived, you feel your entire body burning up.

“How….” You repeat again, glancing for anything around you to possibly take you out of this botched attempt at conversation. Abort mission!

“...How would you like this bagged?” You point weakly to the paper or plastic bags next to you. “W-we have plastic, or paper, but if you want a reusable one i can probably find something in the back, though I can’t promise it will be new or anything-”

Jungkook watches as you flounder, mirth twinkling in those devastatingly handsome eyes. He hums. “No bag today- I’ll just carry it.” He smiles, winking at you.

Your heart skips several beats, and you wonder if Jungkook knows CPR.

“...Ah. Cool. Bye.”

Y/N I am BEGGING YOU-

“I mean.. Uh.. see ya.”

Please quit while you’re ahead, this is awful.

“Enjoy your…milk.” To top it all off, your possessed hands attempt finger guns. But alas, sleeves are long, and your thumbs are stuck within them, so now you're just pointing at the man in front of you and dying very quickly inside.

The man is a saint, apparently. Or just very oblivious. He chuckles.

“See you soon, Y/N!” And within moments, he’s gone.

You slump on the counter once more.

“Why???” You groan at no one but yourself.

That night, all you hear is JK’s hysterical laughter at your expense. You groan, shoving your head in your hands as you sit at your computer. “I literally do not know why I keep telling you about this. Every time it happens i regret my life decisions.” JK’s slightly distorted laughing calms to a point- but not completely. His tinny voice comes through your headphones- He still uses his old headphone’s microphone, the quality probably not doing any sort of justice for his voice.

“It’s probably because I promise you VBucks in return for your emotional damage.” JK cackles. You roll your eyes even when you know he can’t see it. “I’m still only playing that for you and Jiminie- I cannot, in good conscience, say that I like Fortnite.”

“You don’t have to admit something for it to be true~” JK sing-songs in your ears. You huff, acting annoyed when really…you aren’t. JK’s banter and jokes always manage to uplift you, even when it’s because of an embarrassing thing you did. He manages to turn a situation where others are laughing at you, into the two of you laughing at it. It’s one of the things you like about him the most.

“C’mon I don’t have anything that I can tease you with- this is very unfair.” You grumble, but your hearts not in it. “I guess I’ll have to ask the server about more embarassing JK moments. I need to expand my arsenal.” You quip, already typing away. “Oh NO you don’t-” JK Responds, suddenly alarmed. “Oh how the turn tables~” You answer smugly.

The Crazy Eights :P

Magicarpediem: gimme your most embarrassing jktheironGiant moments go

jktheironGiant: please do not add betrayal to your list of sin 〣( ºΔº )〣

Not even a minute later, there's a flood of responses.

kingTAEta: most definitely cried when we saw endgame

jktheironGiant: WHO DIDN”T

jellyjiiminie5: well yeah but you were the only one that passed out from dehydration afterwards

You let out a surprised gasp. “JK, Really?!?” He just groaned in response.

Magicarpediem: i love this. So much.

lilmeowmeow: one time i asked him if he drank water and he asked me if there was water in banana milk

Magicarpediem: OMG

jktheironGiant: well at least now i see whos not coming with me in the zombie apocalypse :/

worldwidJinn: honestly im disappointed >:( you’re all so ready to stab little jk in the back

jktheironGiant: THANK YOU jin

worldwidJinn: and you’re completely forgetting about the multiple times he’s forgotten about the concept of fall damage in a match

jktheironGiant: nam i’m being bullied.

naMonster: lol

You were having trouble breathing at this point. Your hysterical laughter only bringing sighs out of JK.

jktheironGiant: i think magicarp over here is having a heart attack stop telling embarassing stories she might pass out

Magicarpediem: PLEASE CONTINURE

hohohoseK: only you have the power to stop this jk [●´︶｀●] you know what it will take

jktheironGiant: …guys i don’t have THAT many vbucks

hohohoseK: all it takes is the truth young padawan ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉД`)ヽ(￣ω￣ )

Lilmeowmeow: do it JK

kingTAEta: stop torturing Magicarp and maybe we’ll grant you mercy :)

JK’s end became quiet as the messages continued. “Yeah JK stop torturing me~” You laughed, trying to brighten up and bring your friend back. The sudden silence was unlike him.

jktheironGiant: >:( fine. Later.

Magicarpediem: i feel like I’m missing something but as long as im no longer being tortured im good (☆▽☆)

“Fine. No more embarrassment about convenience guy.” A message pinged on the chat. “Jiminie is ready to play anyway- You can use your beloved VBucks.” You could only laugh in response, happy to finally be around someone you knew you could talk to.

The next day found you sipping your favorite winter drink in a cozy cafe. You had come in to get some work done for a class, but with almost being done with school it was finished in no time. Now you simply enjoyed the atmosphere of the restaurant in winter while reading a book. No strangers had even sat next to you! Life was good, and that could be rare when you took a seat at those long half-booth monstrosities. They were designed to make people anxious, you concluded.

You paid no mind to the people walking and moving around you, content to be absorbed in the fantastical romance of your novel. So much so, in fact, that you didn’t notice the dark-haired figure walking up to you.

“Excuse me… may I sit here?” You froze at the melodious tone of his voice. Slowly, you craned your neck up in horror.

He was here. Jungkook was here.

Oh god.

His eyebrows raised as your eyes met. “Oh! Y/N! Hey!” He gestured to the seat next to you. “Would you mind? I promise not to interrupt your book or anything.” He chuckled.

All you could do was nod.

He looked at you quizically. “You…do mind?”

You shook your head violently. “You don’t?” He still had that lost puppy look on his face.

You nodded again. Your head was getting dizzy. “You do-”

“Just sit down, Jungkook.” You facepalmed outwardly. Oh well. You’d embarrassed yourself enough in front of him- What did once more hurt? A grin grew on his lips. “Thanks.”

He scooted in next to you, and oh god you were enveloped in Jungkook. In this mysterious-not-so-mystery that had whirled into your life so suddenly. THe man made you tongue tied up down and sideways, and now he was sitting next to you with that cologne.

Good lord youd never been close enough to smell it- or him. You were addicted to his presence and had to physically bite your tongue from saying anything about it.

You tried to shove your nose in your book once more, but it only worked for so long.

“Hey, do you think you could watch my stuff real quick? I’m gonna go grab a drink.” He said, giving you that little smile that you would kill for. Apparently now you could nod your head correctly, so that’s exactly what you did. With another quick smile and a thanks, Jungkook left his phone on the table and his bag in the seat.

Enter: Freakout mode.

Oh god what am I gonna do??? He’s probably going to say something fucking- sweet, and, and funny! Shit shit shit shit-

You yanked out your own phone, furiously typing.

Magicarpediem: SOS HE’S HERE- IN THE CAFE- JK WHAT AM I GONNA DO?!?!

A faint buzz from Jungkook’s phone had you nearly jumping in your seat. Was that-? No. No that’s just a coincidence. His phone lay face down on the table, and coming from that direction, you couldn’t even be sure it was his that had buzzed.

You picked up your phone and began typing once more, only interrupted by Jungkooks return. “Thanks for watching my things.” He said, ever smiling at you. You merely nodded and returned to your panic typing.

Magicarpediem: I just messed up nodding, how the fuck does someone do that?? Oh good lord jk. He’s too pretty. I just can’t. I don’t know what it is.

Beside you, Jungkook picked up his phone, taking a sip of his drink. You didn’t notice the way he stiffened as he looked at his device, too wrapped up in your panic rambling.

Magicarpediem: i can no longer come to this cafe anymore :’D not until i can operate my vocal chords again. Packing up and RUNNING in about 3 seconds.

“Don’t!” Jungkook yelped beside you, and you whipped your head to meet his wild-eyed gaze. “Ah- Shit, sorry just uh. My book. Character’s making a bad decision.” He waved his phone haphazardly in the air. You stared at him for a beat, but you couldn’t hold back the giggle that came out.

“It’s fine- It happens to me too.”

Was that…

A normal sentence?

Jungkook stared at you, wide eyed, like you’d just told him the moon was made of pizza and he could go pick up a slice. Your cheeks warmed, and you diverted your attention back to your phone.

Magicarpediem: i…. Said an actual sentence. Holy shit.

Jungkook chuckled beside you, presumably at his book. You tried to ignore the fact that you loved the sound so much.

jktheironGiant: lmao, see? It’s not that hard. Cmon i bet hes just as nervous as you

You scoffed out loud.

Magicarpediem: no way- he’s been a smooth criminal ever since i met him. I bet his brain is smooth too. All smooth. Like a river rock.

jktheironGiant:...a river rock?

Magicarpediem: or just like. dwayne the rock johnson. He’s smooth.

jktheironGiant: smooth head

Magicarpediem: very.

You began to laugh at the same moment Jungkook did. You clammed up suddenly, shooting him a bashful smile.

“What are you laughing at?” His voice rang out next to you.

“I uh…my friend. He’s teasing me.” You answered in the least amount of words possible, but once again you managed to make an actual, coherent, response!

Jungkook tilted those inquisitive eyes towards you again, something.. Deeper in them.

“Boyfriend?”

Your face heated to a billion degrees, warmth crawling up every inch of your body. “I. Uh. Uhm. N-No.” And you couldn’t help but feel slightly…wrong, for saying that. A little disappointed because you wouldn’t mind if JK was your boyfriend. The crush you harbored for him would enjoy it immensely.

Jungkook nodded, seemingly thinking about something. “Good.”

You did a double take. “I- Wh-Wha-” You tried to get the words out, but your mouth just opened and closed like a fish gasping for air while jungkook turned his bemused attention back to his phone.

jktheironGiant: either way, hes totally nervous. Maybe he just shows it differently.

Magicarpdiem: suuuuuuure….why would i make him nervous though?

JK’s response was instantaneous.

jktheironGiant: you’re pretty

You were pretty sure your heart stopped. You let out a faint gasp, as the words melted into your mind. But before you could ask how he knew that without ever seeing you, JK continued to battle your heart with his pure words

jktheironGiant: plus you’re super cool and funny- you told me how you two met remember? Funny people can be intimidating.

Magicarpediem: JK i was literally talking to myself over a crossword puzzle.

jktheironGiant: and that isn’t funny?

Magicarpediem:.....

jktheironGiant: c’mon just ask him something- maybeeee you could go take a walk. Get to know each other wink wink

Magicarpediem: just out of the blue like that?

jktheironGiant: you like him, don’t you?

Magicarpediem: …

Magicarpediem: fine.

And before you could back out, before you could process what you were doing, you turned to Jungkook.

“Would you like to take a walk with me?”

No ‘It’s a little loud in here’. No ‘if you can’. No ‘since the weather's nice’.

No excuse or reason- Just asking the boy you like if he’d like to walk with you.

Jungkook’s eyebrows raised in surprise. But it flickered away quickly, replaced by a look of pure joy.

“Y-yeah! I’d love to.”

And you smiled.

“Wait, really?? Well, that was pretty convenient for you.” You laughed, walking side by side with Jungkook. “Yup. The one day I forget my wallet and you gave me a free milk.” Jungkook lifted his hand behind his head, stretching. “Since then, I knew I owed you a life debt.” You giggled; Something about this boy, this man- He made you laugh the way only one other person had before.

“I’m glad we get to talk like this now.” He said, ruffling his soft locks. “At first I was worried that you were scared of me or something.”

“Scared of you?” You repeated in shock at the notion that you could ever be scared of Jungkook. “No way. Just… in awe, I suppose.” You looked anywhere but him, even as you felt those inquisitive eye on you.

“Awe?” He repeated.

“Yeah.” You confirmed.

Oh well. Fuck it.

“You’re really pretty, Jungkook.” You looked him in the eyes when you said it, and continued your walk. You only got a few steps before you realised that Jungkook had stopped. “Jungkook?” You looked at him, puzzled.

He was staring at you with wide eyes, full of an emotion you couldn’t place. “Come on, surely you know that.” You tried to play it off, thinking he was uncomfortable.

He shook his head. “It’s different coming from you.” There was a pleasant emotion, heavy lacing through his words. You just smiled at him. It was easier now- Like the shock of cold after jumping in the pool, only to never want to get out.

“Well it’s true.” You said. You walked closer to him, grabbing his hand- The first thing you had seen when you met him, the hand that wrote ‘Love’ and had your brain overload with emotion.

“Now c’mon, the stores are gonna close soon.”

It felt right to lace your fingers with his own. Like you had been waiting a long time, only to finally, finally feel the warmth of his palm against your own.

“This is me.” You said as you and Jungkook stopped outside your apartment building. The impromptu walk turned into an impromptu shopping trip turned into impromptu dinner…

An impromptu date, really.

And now he had insisted on walking you safely back home, bringing your spontaneous adventure for a close. You turned to him. “I uh…” You were struck again not only by his beauty, but his kindness. The way he’d made you laugh all night, asked for your opinions, talked about your lives. The way you felt comfortable to simply be with him. To not pretend.

“I’m really glad you talked to me Jungkook.” a look of surprise flickered across his face before settling into a look of sweetness. Like someone you love saying something silly, something they would only say, and it’s just so them that you can't help but smile.

“I’m really glad you talked to me, Y/N. I’ve been uh,” Jungkook cleared his throat, and you swore you saw red grace the tip of his ears and nose. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while now.”

You beamed up at him. God, you really were in it, huh?

Your expression turned sheepish once more. “Do you think I, um…could I have your number? So we could do this again?” You asked hopefully.

You expected a yes or a no, but that wasn’t what you got.

Jungkook smiled, easy, but there was something more to it that you couldn’t place. Like he was worried.

“Don’t worry about that just yet. Now c’mon, it’s late and you’re freezing. Get to bed now, okay?”

Your hope wilted just a little. What kind of non-answer was that? Did he not have a fun time as well, despite what he said? You shook the negative feelings away and tried to just focus on what was happening now.

“Oh. Yeah. Okay. Well…Goodnight Jungkook.” You said, beginning to step away. Jungkook smiled at you, soft and warm. “Goodnight Y/N.”

You turned away, walking to your door- You were afraid that if you turned around, whatever spell would be broken and you would jump to him telling him exactly how you feel.

Opening the door to your apartment, you felt a buzz through the pocket of your pants. Unlocking your phone as you discarded your things, you saw an unread message from jktheironGiant.

jktheironGiant: I had a really fun time tonight, Y/N.

jktheironGiant: thank you.

The world felt like it dropped beneath your feet.

At the same time, everything clicked into place.

Your legs carried you in a sprint out the door.

JK. Jungkook.

You took the stairs two at a time.

His phone buzzed when I texted him at the cafe.

The door to the lobby flew open and you burst suddenly into the chilly winter night.

He loves banana milk. He comes in every day for one.

Your head whipped wildly around searching, seeing if he was still there. Off in the distance, a silhouette.

He told me to ask him on a walk.

Your muscles burned as you ran towards the silhouette, the dark hair of the man you loved slowly coming into sight.

They wanted him to tell me.

“Jungkook!” You yelled. He whipped around, a surprised expression on his face. Seeing you run towards him, the surprise mixed with obvious guilt.

Finally, you stood in front of him, trying to catch your breath.

“You.” You whispered. “It’s you.” Jungkook’s eyes were wider than ever. Guilt, happiness, every emotion swirled in the unreachable depths of his iris.

“It’s me.”

“JK,” You started, the name making his breath stutter. You took his hand. “Why? Why didn’t you tell me it was you?”

“I-”Jungkook started. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you until after we had met. I thought it was sweet how flustered you got, and I…I wanted to show you it wouldn’t be so hard to talk to me. It was fun joking with you and teasing you. I wanted to see you smile like that with me in real life too. I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to-to manipulate you or, god, anything like that. I was having so much fun just being around you and I love you so much and-”

“Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” He responded breathlessly.

You flicked his arm. He yelped in surprise. “That’s for not telling me.”

But before either of you could wait another second, you stepped forward, forward, forward, close to Jungkook, to JK. Your hands came to rest on the sides of his face, and you looked into his deep brown eyes.

“I appreciate you wanting to see me smile. And I know jokes can get out of hand. You could’ve gone about it without not telling me who you were.” Guilt was evident in every line of Jungkook’s face but before he could utter another apology, you continued.

“That doesn’t stop me from loving you. All of you.”

And you kissed him.

You kissed him because you’d wanted to since before you knew about Jungkook. You kissed him because he needed to know that he made a mistake but you forgave him. You kissed him because he tasted like cherries and chocolate. His strong hands, those hands came up to rest on your waist, holding you close in the chill.

You parted for air, both panting. You could see your breath come out like smoke in the winter night.

“I love you.” He whispered like it was holy.

“I know.” You smiled, teasing him because you had a lot to catch up on.

He gave you that bright grin, and you beamed, and everything was okay.

It looks like Eros had really been looking out for you after all.

. end

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rriavian · 5 months

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Okay so I honestly don't remember if I sent you this already or not. My brain was very mushy near the end of nano, lol. But, for the december prompt list you reblogged:

Fuzzy socks, Hobrinthian. :)

You did so well to power through the curse of November! I also reblogged far too many prompt lists when I was supposed to be concentrating on Nano haha. This was a great prompt! I had a lot of fun with it (despite it not wanting to stay wholesome and cute) though this is still a new pairing for me so very much testing things out. It's still a little rough but please enjoy! <3

Hob must admit he’d been expecting this reaction.

One could almost say he’d been aiming for it—anticipating it, amused at the thought—had grinned while he’d wrapped the fuzzy socks in garish Christmas paper and tied a ribbon around the finished product. The socks were fairly soft, definitely warm, and, most importantly, ridiculously decorated with tiny toothbrushes and silly cartoon teeth.

The Corinthian wasn’t impressed. “What the fuck are they?”

Hob let an unhealthy dose of mockery slip into his tone when he replied.

“Socks.”

The Corinthian fell into outrage almost the same way Dream did, the difference perhaps in how here sophistication slipped a little more, his representation of affront sharpening feral rather than aloof. Hob might have been lucky enough to be allowed to examine the ocular teeth unbarred—it becoming increasingly rare that the Corinthian wore them around him at all—but whether those opaque glasses were on or not the eyes were always contemplating murder. Now it became the certainty of a threat rather than the tease of one. Golden lashes might be delicate but the Corinthian’s blink was far from benign, teeth snapping closed before he opened his eyes again, a bite to tear a chunk of flesh. Unmistakeably a glare.

The danger thrilled.

“They’re supposed to go on your feet.” Hob added.

The Corinthian smiled.

A sudden change for all it crept slow across his face; as if he’d seen footprints on a trail, read ahead and found spoilers, a secret entrusted to him just by Hob standing neutral in the Corinthian’s presence. It was as unavoidable as it was uncanny.

The truth of him was that any human left themselves unguarded when caught in the Corinthian's eyeline.

Hob watched as he set the socks down gently on the table, subtly stretching in a roll of muscled shoulders, what lay beneath the surface seeming to shiver free like shifting gears. Perhaps like flicking off the safety on an already loaded gun. A lean into the sensuality of motion, a perfect knowledge of what he looked like when he moved, the inhuman thing he was threaded intricately in flesh. Infused with a human shape to render a nightmare here, in the Waking World, to translate the Corinthian so perfectly to this place that had inspired his creation but would never be his home.

When he spoke the question was mild.

“You got me a Christmas present?”

“Yes.”

Oh, the danger was calibrated now, set to exactly the right sort of simmer, deliberate rather than an instinctive reaction. The Corinthian prowled closer, unhurried despite the growing loom of his threat, a trigger in that sinuous stride because Hob didn’t even realise he’d backed away until he found himself stumbling back against a wall.

He didn’t remember how he’d got there.

A moment of lost time; Hob couldn’t even say he’d been directed, knew the destination had been predicted nonetheless, knew it by the amused twist in the Corinthian’s deceptively charming smile. That was similar to what happened around Dream sometimes—when his friend let himself slip, when an implication of what he was decided it wanted to take a look out of his eyes—a fraction of a mask sliding to the side to reveal an scant inch of bare skin. It was a moment of instinct bypassing consciousness. Perhaps that was part of what a nightmare was, a peek behind the curtain, letting Hob see enough to know it, letting him recognise danger enough to act on it.

“Scared?” The Corinthian purred.

“A little,” Hob replied with a smile; no hesitation in the admittance, embracing the pounding heart, the quickened breath, fear responses so similar to another sort of reaction. For all terror served its own purpose it was still similar enough to tempt at crossing the wires a little.

Enough that Hob had long since been certain feeling afraid could feel so very good.

The Corinthian would know that too, far older, far more experienced—rare to come across that, to find what made Hob feel young, feel new—had been a monster for longer than even Hob could comprehend.

Had practised at it like a musician with their favourite score.

“Just a little?”

Hob smirked. “Well I—”

A soft little thud as a hand struck the wall next to his head, open palmed before curling into a loose fist, a sound that made Hob jump. He realised he was trapped before the flinch had even settled; really caged in now, the Corinthian smiling a rapidly sharpening smile, an answering instinct inside of Hob squirming with helpless fear and telling him to move. There was nowhere to go though. No where to run.

Oh how part of him wanted to run.

It was what was behind the curtain, wasn’t it? The Corinthian anchored fear in what looked like a man, no unknowable terror could ever be this stark, the truth that what lived alien in the darkness could step out wearing your own face. He unveiled the depth of an ocean, shone a light where human eyes alone could never hope to see, revealed how right it was to fear the dark by forcing you to understand what lived in it.

By making itself comprehendible it proved why you should be afraid.

“I didn’t get you a present yet.” The Corinthian mused; voice dipping low, smooth even in threat, even in innuendo, smooth because both could potentially be one in the same. “Let’s fix that hmm?”

Hob swallowed. “What do you have in mind?”

A hand crept to land heavy on his shoulder while the other remained languid beside his head. Hob tensed; relaxed as strong fingers flexed in a tease of superior strength before they groped upwards, found his throat, rested relaxed while a thumb teased at its hollow. The Corinthian knew how to handle a human, how much to push, how hard he could touch before one broke. That wasn’t always what he wanted. Now he hummed, thoughtful, the easy confidence of a predator deciding what to do with caught prey, a debate of whether what he’d caught would be better as a meal or entertainment.

It was honestly more than a little theatrical because Hob knew the Corinthian had already made up his mind.

He knew he could play as well as eat.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes.” The Corinthian replied at last, a soft drawl yet still an order, aware of what sort of game Hob had initiated. “Then we’ll see.”

Hob took a deep breath.

Then he grinned, unapologetically cheeky, taunting bold like a crooked finger beckoning for more, an invitation saying if you want me come and get me. Hob flicked his eyes to the table then back to the Corinthian, looked straight at those gleaming teeth and winked, half salacious, half cold.

“You should put the socks on first.”

#winter prompt fic #the sandman #the corinthian #hob gadling #hobrinthian

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ramsaybaggins · 1 year

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Slutty Aerobics Stede

I saw a person on twitter (@thatllbemybrand) mention Stede wearing aerobics gear. My mind IMMEDIATELY produced who I like to call Slutty Aerobics Stede. Have some details:

Slutty Stede Bonnet dressed in skintight lyric doing aerobics in a dance studio with glass to the rest of the gym, to THIS song, making eye contact with Ed who is just starting open jawed

He's wearing something like this, but it's teal and gold or other more Stedey colours

(I have a whoooole slutty aerobics Stede playlist on the go (also it's a fuckin' banging playlist even if I do say so myself)

Slutty Aerobics Stede knows the ENTIRE dance to Call On Me by Eric Prydz and ABSOLUTELY shows it off and Ed's brain COMPLETELY short circuits during the hip thrusts

Stede used to watch this on VHS repeat

youtube

Ed is Izzy's spotter and keeps getting annoyed that Ed is getting distracted in the middle of sets

Stede's leant against the bar on the mirrors with his arse sticking out doing that knee pump thing that shows it off *just right* and Ed falls off the treadmill cos forgets to keep running

Ed's a professional rock climber, absolute top of his game, and when he finally joins in with the aerobics Izzy is FURIOUS because it is NOT part of his training plan

But Ed is bored of rock climbing and his strict training plan and diet. He's done all the interesting climbs, he's won all the competitions, he's BORED. And now there's a lycra clad hottie, who doesn't seem to know who he is, making eyes at him and it's FUN

Once they were talking, Stede would absolutely talk Ed into coming to a Zumba class just to see those hips in action. Stede'd not be wearing his lycra, but he's be wearing VERY tiny, VERY tight shorts

This is modern btw, not an 80s AU. Stede just has a BUNCH of vintage 80s workout clothes in mad colours because he's Stede and he loves them

He's wearing a crop top, of course

Next time they're in the gym together Stede is finishing up, sweaty and panting after his (painfully distractingly sexy) workout and pulls a towel behind his neck, then tilts his head up to drink from his water bottle before moving the bottle up and pouring some over his head and shaking his head so the water droplets spray out.

Ed sees it like it's happening in slow motion. Standing, jaw on the floor. Someone walks up and is like, "Hey man, you done? Can I have the machine?" and he doesn't even register it, just mumbles "Uh huh."

Lucius is the receptionist at the gym and is watching all of it go down like 👀👀👀

One time, after Ed gets distracted and almost hurts himself yet again, Lucius marches up to Stede and is like "Stede. STEDE. Listen to me. You are going to KILL that man. Do you understand? He is not safe when you're working out. Please. Please just ask him out. Please."

Stede asks Ed out by choreographing an entire dance to Are You Ready For Love and performs it for him one evening after the gym is closed, Lucius did him a solid keeping it open for the two of them a little longer

Slutty Aerobics Stede taking Ed out to a gay bar and absolutely fucking KILLING it on the dancefloor to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) and Ed being extremely flustered but enjoying it all *immensely*

One day Ed invited Stede out to his climbing gym. Stede's never been climbing before but he's excited to say yes. Ed watches him on the boulders and realises he's in *deep* trouble. Belaying is even worse with that harness showing off all of Stede's assets exceptionally well.

#slutty aerobics stede #stede bonnet #ed teach #ofmd au #he inhabits my brain now #i love him #I'm gonna end up writing this fic #it's gonna happen #I can see it all SO clearly #Youtube

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fainthedcherry · 4 months

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IT'S NEW YEARS OVER HERE SO LET ME LAUNCH MY BABIES AT YOU FOR IT!!!!

In case you want their backstories, I just recommend you go over to their Toyhou.ses respectively, as- typing on Tumblr is a pain for my PC. My PC hates Tumblr in particular for some reason, whenever I format text, and I can't LIVE without formatting text as a hobby-author man. xD

LINK TO MARCO'S STORY

LINK TO ZORRO'S STORY

For new users; Marco was made by Heavenly-Hellfire and Hollowed-Hartlocke. I bought him back in 2019! Still love him like it's day 1. My best, most adorable boy <3, he's become my actual role model, I love him sm ;:

In case you never read them before, hopefully you enjoy the reads!!! I hope you can forgive the older grammar on Zorro's. I def plan to rewrite it, once I finish working on my raider-code. (It's been taking so long bc I'm trying to learn to use the CSS mixin z-index class-type. I still can't figure out image borders for the life of me, but I learned rotation class-types LOL.)

I've wanted to redraw both their reference sheet for almost YEARS now. Ever since I've gotten Marco, I continuously evolved how I draw him, over and over, to a point his old ref had become a detriment, due to how differently I draw him nowadays LOL. One thing that desperately needed a redo for him especially, how his hair is supposed to be drawn + his wings. His wings looked like floppy chicken nuggets on the old one LOL. PLUS! I added a section of details, where I see artists I commissioned, struggle with or fail on. Hopefully the detail section is sufficient in fixing that! I'm not sure, if I should also add a mention, of Marco's dot details below the pink pattern, as even the distance between the dots is different. + I LOVE DRAWING EXPRESSIONS. So to also add a small box of extras for Marco's cool glowy eyes was a treat. <3

I plan to redraw his refs for his magic wind attacks perhaps, as for now, I have a shabby drawing, and I got a free animation program lately, so I can FINALLY unleash my years of experience animating, in the appropriate program now LMAO. My own limitations of using SAI to animate, was making my animations look choppy and bad for years unfortunately, so my art always looked very amateur-ish when I actually know how to animate..

Speaking of that, for the attentive...Yes, I plan to possibly try and draw a 360° turnaround of my characters, as the next natural progression of refs next. I am SO close, so so SO close to making my art finally look like it's part of my project I've been working on for years in private. Ever since this year, people have proven, that you CAN start an animated series on the internet, and it will receive an audience. I also wanted to start an animated series when I was a teen, and now that I'm an adult I can make it happen for sure, with the right talents. When the time comes, I might seek out a music producer and perhaps, if I'll have the money, hire animators, so that I'm not the only one who has to work on the series I planned.

For Zorro....He had it coming. Last time I drew his ref, he looked like a 16 yo/ mobian child, it pissed me off for so many years, once I learned how to properly make adult characters look adult lol. THE CEREAL SPITTER NOW ACTUALLY LOOKS ADULT AND LIKE THE BASTARD SELF HE SHOULD BE. I don't have too much to add to him, but I consider him still a WIP in my brain bc- RAIDER PAGE CODE. I WANNA FINISH. GRABBY HANDS. I CAN FEEL THAT IF I LEARN Z-INDEX FINALLY I CAN REALISE THAT CODE. I've wanted to make a code for my raiders 3 years ago already y'all it's painful to be patient w/ myself sdgkldslgdsg

I'm so satisfied, with my ref sheets finally looking, like a professional drew them imho!! If you disagree w/ that notion, feel free to tell me what's missing or where I need to improve on! :D

My 2024 started amazing and with laughter and appreciation for my friends, I'm so happy finally. 3 years in a row, all I did was cry each new year, and be in pain. 2024 feels like it could be my year. Year of the dragon, bless me with your energetic and powerful spirit please,, 🙏

ANYWAY. Forgive me in advance for watermarks, but I kind of? Am paranoid now over my art a bit bc my work is good now? Like I think I'm in the final stages of my artistry. I can feel, that I might find the perfect style soon. I need to experiment just a bit more. Just a bit more...I might consider loosening up my linework in 2024. I honestly still? Hate lineart? Like..My lineart looks good now, don't get me wrong but. I just love sketchy artwork so much more??? Sketching is so fun, creating is so joyful, when it's a sketch..But lineart kind of.....Ruins my art. I think I should loosen up. It's why I might change my approach a millionth time, but my artstyle has potential now. I don't feel, like my art is awful anymore or worth nothing, it now HAS worth, I now HAVE the right to have an ego about it, but some pieces still are missing, to give me the ultimate happiness and relief in my work. Perhaps if I do some more commissions, I might unlock my final potential? We'll see.

My aspirations for 2024;

Pass the prep-exam for my workplace (I LOVE MY WORK. I SINCERELY WISH I'LL PASS. I love work so much omg I don't wanna be fired so badly)

Draw more art of Finn & Marco so they finally pass Chloe in most images on TH (I REALLY DON'T WANT HER TO HAVE THE MOST IMAGES STILL. It should either be my comfort boys or C.I.Ta)

Be more experimental with mixing medias traditionally (I wanna start mixing mini craft-projects + my drawings or mix more pencils + markers and also glass pens + watercolours. I rlly rlly wanna experiment and go loose.)

Animate more and possibly even post said animations. I know animation takes me HELL OF A LOT of time, as I lack so much time to do so, but I'd love to do that

Stop stressing so hard over OTA's and commissions. I know I tell myself each year, "this year will be the year I wanna finish all my owed art!!" But every once and a while, I need to be a realist to myself, my optimism may be good, but it sometimes..Is a little over-eager. But I noticed in 2023, I really heavily strangle myself out. I haven't drawn any private art since 2020, really.....It says a lot about an artist, if they now haven't drawn a personal drawing and finished it, in the same quality of their owed work for 4 years now. I haven't been really honest to myself and my heart, and I'd like to forgive myself slowly, by allowing to both work on owed work, and start creative, passionate art-projects again, again, where I can let loose and just. Experiment. Do something new. Push the boundaries of my art. Combine medias, collages, etc, anything under the sun I wanna try. I limit myself so hard, over chasing a goal, I can't achieve, if I won't acknowledge, I'll cause my own death as an artist, if I continue to chase unattainable goals, I can't achieve, if I won't be gentle to myself.

Finish revamping my commission sheet. It requires, I draw new examples of course. The big thing I need to warn ahead; I will have a fat price-increase, due to work taking all the time I can have now. I can only work around 4hrs a day on art. My art takes around 20 hours to be finished. Every piece is done with love, with time, with effort. I'm not an artist, who adheres to algorithms. I'm an artist who lives with passion, with freedom in mind. I have an endless amount of ideas, I have an infinite amount of space and ways to create it. I am not a machine, I am, what an artist strives to be. To simply...Create. AI can go to hell, and drag NFTs along with it. I to this day get attempts to be hacked, by tech bros, believe it or not. I pissed off BAYC on Twitter once, and some butthurt idiot, is still trying to get to my Insta and Steam to this day. Won't happen anymore with 2FA idiot, lmao. I won't allow a 2nd hack to happen.

Finish giving ALL my characters on TH a floatie icon. I know w/ 100% certainty, that I got this task in the bag. This one is of no problem at all.

With that, thank you for reading my world-salad! Almost as tasty, as mom's olivier-salad. Yumyum. Btw secret lil teaser ig below here lmao. I started Finn's sheet too, and I've got it 1/3rds done, but I don't wanna burn myself out on ref-sheets, so perhaps you'll see Finn also reworked in a few months! ✨

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fridgrave · 2 years

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do you ship lanedunn in a enemies to lovers way, enemies who are also lovers way or more like in an AU? tell us tell us

OHOHO WELL-

they are enemies to collegues to lovers i guess? i'm completely ignoring dead reckoning and everything what could possibly happen there, so it's solid post-fallout story (it's hard for me to call it an AU because everything about my lanedunn story feels more right than possible mccruise... creature. sorry for this offtop i just can't trust cruise after the bruh named m:i fallout anymore. this movie sucks in lots of ways including not revealed dynamic between benji and solomon)

FINALLY here we are talkin' about my boys! how did they become a thing?

right in the end of fallout benji falls into a coma with a stroke! :D YES I KNOW but hear me out - he was HANGED TO DEATH (almost) and there's no way someone would just woke up after this and do heroic shit. the loop will strangle you even if you're not hanging anymore bc the knot was tightened with the force of entire body (190 lb or 86 kg in our case) and it cannot unwide by itself. and even after removing the rope man's larynx is damaged and strangulated so it's hardly possible to breathe. what does it means? well, first of all, the hanging scene is absolute bullshit and tom "i will fly at the plane and do hundred of other flashy things because i care about realism" cruise wasted the HUGE potential with whump benji arc (i could tell how good it would be for the plot of the movie named fallout where main character did't get any fallout of his actions but it's kinda offtopic again). secondly, in real world benji after the hanging would lose consciousness immediately because of oxygen starvation which will cause the brain damage (and this causes a stroke)

but we still need benji to disable the bomb, so alright lets add a couple of conditions. he could wake up with ilsa's help and with all of his strength disabled the bomb. this final effort costed him, so yeah, here's coma (also the big part in it has my headcanon what benji had an alcoholism his entire life what caused great damage to the body in the long term). when benji finally wokes up month or more after, he needs a physiotherapy and long recovery, but he's in terrible mental condition again and after sick leave starts to drink again. benji is dissapointed in ethan because he knows: if ethan contacted sloan before kashmir, nothing would happend, but ethan didn't and their mission was about to fail (and millions, if not billions of people including ilsa, luther, julia and benji would die). since m:i3 benji saw ethan as a selfless hero standing against until the end and this motivated benji to be a field agent too. but when he saw ethan just as a venturesome adrenaline junkie without a plan who would risk everything just to be the hero who beats the bad guy and yells "mission accoplished" - benji knew he can't deal with this man anymore. ethan is guilty in benji's stroke as much as lane, but lane never bait him with false promises, friendship and concern which stops to mean anything when ethan needs to show off (oh shit from lanedunn story explanation it turned into ethan roasting post, i should stop)

I WANTED TO SAY what after the stroke benji left imf because of his physical and mental condition and ethan. he started to drink badly again returning to his s*icide thoughts from pre-m:i3 (before meeting ethan), when solomon finally show's up. lane escaped when benji was in coma and with full rethinking about his methods started the syndicate 2.0 - and then he realised what he needs a partner to make world a better place, he can't to carry this alone anymore. solomon chose benji because he saw himself in dunn, and, more important, he saw the potential.

when lane proposed benji to become a co-leader of the syndicate, benji agreed (but he didn't mean it). he still hated solomon and thought lane found him just to "finish the business" - kill him, so suicidal man seized this opportunity. it took a long time for benji to realise what solomon is not going to kill him, what his proposal is real and this guy really wants benji to be a leader with him. and dunn could admit it was... tempting

for the first weeks their relationships were extremely awkward, so mostly they just worked on new system of the syndicate, rebuilding it from the start. benji made for them completely new path what took common people out of harm's way. now syndicate is focused on the powers that be. benji and solomon agreed what the best way to unite people and bring peace on earth is a renewal of proletariat as a class and abolish capitalism

while they worked on it together, they started to come together, learn more about each other and slowly understand what it's, actually, goes very well. when they do not try to kill each other they can find out what they both love opera and reading, what solomon understands benji's references on pop-culture and benji knows exactly what musical solomon is quietly singing the song from when he works with papers. solomon teaches benji to fight, benji helps him how to shoot better. solomon gives him reasons to stay alive and benji reminds him about selfcare and rest (but they both are overworkers). with benji solomon could see the world from different angle, open up and find a relief with all this burden he carried for years alone. they understand each other surprisingly deep and connection between them grew every day

so, when benji was shot saving him, and solomon almost lost him with "i think i don't want to die anymore" as the last words, he realised what he fell for benji

#mission impossible #lanedunn #benji dunn #solomon lane #this thing is full of offtop thoughts and my negative opinion about ethan #also mentioned suicide thoughts and alcoholism

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ratisnotcrying · 2 years

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thank you for not giving up

summary: Contrary to all evidence, Buck didn’t really enjoy writing - or rather he did enjoy writing, would even say he was good at it, but he never wrote for pleasure. He looks over at the countertops, freshly cleaned; looks at the sink, empty of dishes and wonders if he should have cleaned the drawers as well but he shakes his head, wipes away the tears blurring his vision and looks back down at the page he was writing.

pairings: implied/referenced buck/eddie, 118 family

warnings: suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, fainting, insecurity, references to vomiting

word count: 3.6K

a/n: this is my first fic in this fandom!!. Pre-editing there was a slightly excessive use of the word ‘wonder’ and i dont know if ive fixed it :D this fic was initially supposed to be 2k, and it was almost 4k after the first draft… oops anyway i really enjoyed writing this (bit morbid) which is nice after some huge writers block - this is cross posted on ao3 - please tell me if i need to add any tags or warnings

~~~

Contrary to all evidence, Buck didn’t really enjoy writing - or rather he did enjoy writing, would even say he was good at it, but he never wrote for pleasure. For example, when he had written postcards for Maddie he had enjoyed keeping her updated on his life, but he hated that this was the only way he could do it; it had been nice to write Abby, to finally let out everything he wanted to say, but he hated that it had come to that.

Then he had written a letter of resignation - he hadn’t told anyone for obvious reasons - but it had been like a weight off of his shoulders, knowing that he could escape the consequences of his behaviour, no matter how much of a coward it made him feel. Now that he thought about it, it was probably still somewhere in the kitchen.

He looks over at the countertops, freshly cleaned; looks at the sink, empty of dishes and wonders if he should have cleaned the drawers as well but he shakes his head, wipes away the tears blurring his vision and looks back down at the page he was writing.

~~~

It had started small, so small he hoped he could be imagining it.

It had started with Chimney.

The 118 had just got back to the house after what was, in the grand scheme of things, a good call - a group of friends had been on a hike and one of them had, somehow, managed to get stuck up a tree. It also happened that Chim had been standing right under the tree when she got out and was covered in all the leaves that had been shaken loose.

“Chim, you look fine! You kind of look like a bush in a school play, but other than that you look fine.” Bobby chuckled as he jumped out the truck.

“I can't believe so many leaves came from one tiny tree!”

Hen stuck her head round the ambulance, “Hey, you remember that call, what was her name?”

“Oh! Alex with the-”

“Yeah, Alex with the cat-”

“Chim, you climbed so far up that tree that time and you and that cat you were both such a mess - leaves and- and twigs everywhere.” Hen wheezes, doubled over.

Buck smiled, confused, “When was this?”

Chimney paused for a second, “Oh, it was when you were off, right after the lawsuit. Wasn’t that the same week you got pushed into all that fruit, Bobby?”

“Yeah, and yes, it was rotten before you-”

Bobby didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before Chimney was cackling again, “You smelled so bad for weeks and- Cap, I swear I can still smell it sometimes.”

Buck was still listening as they all walked towards their lockers, but a small part of his brain was already replaying the conversation, reminding him that there were so many moments, tiny moments, that he had missed because of his own pig-headedness. It made him briefly, fleetingly, wonder why he had fought so hard to come back.

~~~

Then it was Hen.

Everyone was sitting together over breakfast, except Bobby who was still standing at the stove, silently praying they wouldn’t get a call until after they had eaten, or at least until Hen had finished the story she was telling.

“So then I realised where I knew this guy from - he was the last client I spoke to when I was a sales rep,” she faltered, ever so slightly and her eyes flicked to Buck for a moment, almost warry, before she continued, “I mean, I threatened to stab this guy with his own steak knife!”

The table erupted into laughter and so did Buck, more a reflex than anything else because the last time Hen had looked at him like that had been over the cold conference table, her personal life spread out for scrutiny, dumped out and mixed in with everyone else's.

Buck felt numb all of a sudden, shocked-still with guilt rushing through him - he was struck by the realisation that even though everyone seemed to have forgiven him, they still didn’t trust him, not even with the smallest stories.

~~~

It was different with Bobby, it wasn't anything that he had said because he hadn’t said much of anything since Buck came back: it was how he looked at him.

He still remembers when he got fired, which is unsurprising - it’s not every day you get fired for stealing a ladder truck twice - but more than anything he remembers how angry Bobby had been, how he looked angry at himself as well for not seeing this coming. That's how Bobby looked after the lawsuit, disappointed in Buck and angry at himself for not knowing Buck would do this: he looked like he believed it was a given, a fact set in stone, that Buck would always make the wrong choice.

Buck isn’t sure Bobby was wrong. If he thought about it, he had made the wrong choice more times than he had made the right one, more times than he could ever hope to count, and he had disappointed more people than he could count.

He was almost glad he hadn't seen much of Athena recently because he's not sure he could stand to see the hurt and disappointment on her face. Since their first meeting, rocky as it had been, Athena had been like a mother to him and disappointing her like he always had his own mother… that would be too much for him to handle.

So now, every time the bell rang, every time Athena pulled up on a scene, they would look at him and it made his skin crawl.

~~~

Buck was startled awake by someone banging on his door.

“Hey! You’d better be decent, we’re coming in.” Eddie called as he opened the door, Chris following behind him.

He was not, in fact, decent, and he had all of five seconds to throw on some pants before Eddie came jogging up the stairs.

“You said you’d watch Chris today, why’re you still in bed?”

“Uh, maybe because it's seven in the morning and I wasn't expecting you till nine?”

“Oh, right,” Eddie slapped him on the shoulder and grinned, “I forgot to tell you there was a change of plan.”

He listened from the bathroom to Chris and Eddie chatting and cringed a bit when he caught sight of himself in the mirror, grinning like an idiot.

“So, what are we gonna do today?” Buck asked as he rummaged through his cupboards for the cereal.

“Can we go to the beach?” Chris says with all of the child-like innocence Buck thought he’d had taken from him.

He tries not to falter, he really does, but he’s so shocked he spills some milk on the counter, “You wanna go to the beach?”

“Yeah, I went with Dad when you weren’t here, and now I want to go with you.”

Buck put a bowl of cereal in front of Chris, stirring his own as he thought.

He knew, realistically, that he would miss out on seeing Chris grow, would miss seeing him in general, but realising that he had missed something so huge, such a massive step forwards in his healing… Buck wished he could have been there, could have been with Chris so they could have moved on together, even if it was just one step they took together.

“Buck?”

“Sorry, buddy, yeah, we can go to the beach.” He tried to smile but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Chris ate in silence for a moment, studying him. It made Buck squirm - Chris was barely ten years old and he had seen so much, he could read people so well.

“I wanted you to come with us when we went before, but Dad said you were busy.”

“Yeah, yeah, I uh- I was, but I'm not now, so what do you say we head out about ten?”

He texted Eddie before they left, letting him know exactly where they were going, what time he expected to be back and whilst he waited for a response he half expected Eddie would tell him no, don't take my son to the beach.

Instead Eddie gives him the all clear, tells them to have fun.

But all Buck can think about is how sad Chris had looked when he said he wanted Buck there and how it was his fault Chris looked like that, that Chris felt like that, and he wonders how many times that had happened.

“Your actions, your choices, they impact the rest of us.” - that’s what Eddie had half yelled at him in the middle of a grocery store. Buck can’t believe it took him that long to realise he was hurting Chris as well, after he had hurt him so much already.

~~~

A week after the beach, Buck couldn't stop thinking about everyone he had hurt, not that he ever had, but it felt like he was being crushed by the weight of what he had done anew every single day.

“Hey, Chim?”

He looked up from where he was doing dishes.

“So, you know how after the lawsuit, me and Eddie weren’t really talking? Well, obviously he forgave me-”

“Yeah and thank god for that, it was almost unbearable being in the same room as you two.”

Buck chuckled, “Yeah, I get that. But, um. Did everyone else? Forgive me, I mean?”

“Yeah, of course - why?” He said, half listening to Maddie with Jee in the next room.

“I just- I can't help but think that no one has. Like no one-”

“Chim, can you come here for a sec?” Maddie called.

“Just a second! Buck, listen, everyone's forgiven you, okay? We’re fine, you’re fine, but Jee does not sound fine, so I'll be back in two minutes!” Chim called over his shoulder.

Buck just picked up the dishes where Chimney had left off.

~~~

It carried on like this for weeks, every interaction, every second glance, everything adding up until, inevitably, Buck reached his breaking point.

It was a bad call. A collision, two vehicles - a car and a tow truck - a freak accident, the driver of the car was thrown through the windshield, the truck had rolled and the car driver's leg was trapped under the cab.

Buck was good at his job, but he was only human so, as he worked, doing exactly and only as he was told, his hands shook to the point that he thought he was actually making the situation worse.

It took a couple of hours for everyone to be off to the hospital, and another half hour for the 118 to be back at the house. Buck did not remember most of it. The driver that had been crushed was going to be fine, but there had been three casualties and he could feel himself spiralling, every choice he had made since he himself had been crushed playing on repeat until he came full circle and-

“Buck?'' There was a hand on his shoulder, Bobby was standing in front of him, Eddie off to one side, watching, “Buck, go home. Get some rest, talk to someone, I’ll call you in the morning.”

Buck only now realises that the alarms are going off, he can hear people running, the engine starting and Buck nods blankly as Bobby almost carries him outside to an uber.

~~~

By the time he can feel his hands again he’s sitting on his couch, rubbing them together, rubbing salty tears into the wound he hasn't stopped picking for weeks. He thinks about Chimney. He thinks about Chimney and Hen and Eddie and Chris and Bobby and Athena. He thinks about his parents and his sister and the brother he didn't, doesn't even remember he thinks about Abby and he thinks about every mistake he has ever made. He thinks about the driver pinned under the cab of the truck and wonders if he should have warned him about how quickly everything can go wrong.

He thinks about how everything can still be wrong, even when you think it’s not.

He thinks about how his family still doesn't trust him, how he missed out on huge chunks of their lives, missed out on time he'll never get back, and he cannot breathe, guilt and hatred and rage crushing his chest until he thinks he's going to black out.

He comes too on the floor, drags himself up onto the couch and thinks about his letter of resignation, the kitchen drawers, cleaning the apartment so nobody else has to.

He thinks about how to let go of what he lost and never got back.

~~~

The sun had long set, but with all the blinds open and the dirty glow of the streetlights, Buck could just about make out the letter he was trying to write.

His hands were shaking and he wasn’t sure what he was doing. Apart from lying to himself, because he knew exactly what he was doing. He was stalling. He wasn’t sure if he was going to do this.

He had already written one for Hen, one for Chimney, one for Bobby and Athena, and now he was fumbling uselessly through his fifth page to Eddie. It was a barely legible garbled mess, half-formed sentences about loss and fear of losing, fear of missing out and the guilt that followed, the guilt Buck already felt for how this would end, each scrawled paragraph ended with an apology that he knew would never be enough.

Somewhere along the way he writes a letter for Chris as well. He tucks it in with Eddie's.

It was almost one am by the time Buck had all the letters written and he was moving on autopilot now: standing mechanically from the couch, pulling on his jacket, checking the door was locked as he left, then double checking and finally- finally, walking away.

~~~

As he walked, he couldn’t help but think about who he used to be - Buck 1.0 was a mess and made more mistakes than he cared to count, he had ideas he knew were bad ideas and then ran head first into them with a cheeky smile and a joke to pull him out the other side. Buck 2.0 still had bad ideas, still made mistakes, ones that he committed to, but somehow that commitment just made it worse. He thought about it right up until he found one reason it was a good idea, and then ran into it with all the confidence he could muster.

Which, he supposes, is why he was wandering the streets of L.A. at one am, all burnout and nowhere to go. Before, he could have gone to Eddie, he could have gone to Bobby, to Maddie, but that was all before. Before the lawsuit, before his leg, before the tsunami, before before before.

And then there’s now.

Now, where he had finally become Buck 2.0 with a whole plan, a plan which ended on a bridge. A plan, a bad decision, a mistake, that ended with him alone, sitting balanced on a railing.

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In the distance, on the other side of the water, he could see the lights of a fire engine flashing, he could feel the wind trying to blow him off the railing, hear the water rushing to catch him, and felt all of a sudden calm. The kind of calm he only felt at- that he used to feel at work, the kind of calm that held his hands steady and slowed his racing mind.

The sudden reprieve from his racing thoughts had him thinking with more clarity - he knew this was selfish and part of him was screaming at him, begging him not to do this, to talk to someone like Bobby had suggested, but the voice in the back of his mind was whispering, louder and louder to just let go.

The whispering sounded so much like the wind, wrapping gently around him and tugging him forwards.

He uncurled his hands from the railing, adjusted his footing and-

“Sir? My name’s Bobby, why don’t you come down so we can talk?”

Buck hadn’t cried, not since the crash scene earlier but, hearing Bobby's voice, it was like a switch had flipped. The rest of the 118 were still on shift, because he had been sent home early, because they cared about him, except they didn't, they didn't trust him they didn’t-

“Okay,” Bobby called again, closer than before, “Could you tell me your name?”

“Stop! Stop coming closer. I dont- I don’t want to get down.”

He could picture the looks on everyone's faces, he could see the tears they thought they had to cry and it just made him feel worse.

“Buckaroo, what’s going on?” Chimney called from where he was gripping Hen’s shaking shoulder.

“Nothing, you guys should go. Please-” his voice cracked a little at the end, the wind picking up, trying harder to push him forwards.

“We can talk about this - whatever it is that’s brought you up here, we can help you.” Chimney tried, his voice wavering with desperation.

“You can’t help me. I made sure of that, didn’t I? I screwed up, every step of the way, I lost your trust - I didn't deserve your trust and now I don't have it, and you- you don't have to be here you-!” Buck choked on a sob.

“Buck you’re not thinking straight, which is expected right now,” Bobby cut in, “We can talk about this. I think that there’s been some miscommunication, but right now all you need to know that we do trust you. We trust you every single day, with our safety, with our hearts, with everything. Buck you are a part of this family - we are family and we need you, we need you to come down from there, we need you to talk to us.” He pleaded, desperately trying not to run to him and drag him off the railing.

Everyone was silent for a moment, the only noise was that of the water below.

Buck sighed, “I tried to talk to you. I tried to apologise but I- everything I do is just exhausting, I didn’t think, I don't think, I don't think about anyone except myself and you all have to clear up my messes, all the time. And now here you are cleaning up another one of my messes.”

Eddie hadn’t even moved from where he was, half in half out the truck - he hadn't moved since he realised it was his best friend, his- since he realised it was Buck, sitting there, ready to die. Because he thought he was exhausting. The word rang in Eddie's mind like he had been hit over the head with it, his teeth rattled with it, hands shook like they used to before a fight and all he could do was stand there as Buck swayed on the edge.

And then Buck was literally swaying as he brought both hands up in a futile attempt to scrub the tears from his face.

"I shouldn’t have said that to you.” Eddie said, a little too loudly and Buck jerked forwards in shock, barely grabbing the rail in time, “Buck, I was tired, but not because you had exhausted me, because, shit, Buck I was exhausted, I am exhausted but that’s not an excuse for what I said. I want to help you. Please.”

Eddie’s almost standing within arms reach of Buck now, but he doesn't dare move closer because he’s shaking his head like he thinks Eddie's lying.

“Buck, Evan, do you remember what I said to you? Do you remember what I said when I brought Christopher round for the first time after the tsunami? I said ‘thank you for not giving up.’"

He can hear Buck sobbing and his own voice cracking, hear people talking, a car pull up, but he tunes it out, focuses on Buck and his breathing.

“I didn't just mean not giving up on him, I meant not giving up on you. I could see you wasting away - I get it, you thought you had lost everything - but I will never stop being thankful that you never gave up on yourself. Buck - Buck, please you have to listen to me, you have to get down.”

Buck sighed, head rolling back, hands flexing where he held on, “You know, I was going to do this before. When I was a kid, I knew my parents… my mom always- they both looked at me in this way that made my skin crawl, made me feel like I had fucked up just by being born-” Buck laughed wetly, “guess I wasn’t too far off. I just couldn't…”

He had turned slightly, finally meeting Eddie's eye and giving Bobby the split second he needed to lunge forward and grab Buck tightly around the waist, the shock loosening his grip on the railing enough for Bobby to drag him backwards off the railing onto the floor. Eddie immediately drops to his knees next to them, wrapping his arms awkwardly around Buck.

Buck screams. It sounds distant, like a shot from a film. He screams and there are tears streaming down his face as he tries to fight free of the tight embrace he’s trapped in.

Then there’s two hands on his face as well, brushing tears away and it’s Athena, whispering to him telling him she can’t lose a child, not again, not like this.

His scream chokes off until he's only sobbing, loud, violent sobs that rack his body and each one tears its way up his throat, clawing its way up from somewhere so deep inside him he feels himself gag around it until he's dry heaving into the grass next to him and there's hands rubbing gently at his back, a bottle at his lips.

And, for the second time that night, he passes out.

#tw suicide #tw vomit #suicidal thoughts #tw fainting #insecurity #lmk if i need to tag anything else #911 fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #bobby nash

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dandeli0ns0up · 2 years

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guys

(ID under the cut!)

lore, amiright?

sorry it's so wonky LMAO

ID: A digital drawing of c!Aimsey and c!Ranboo from the Dream SMP. They're standing in the snow, and the background is a misty white. Aimsey looks angry, fists clenched at their sides. He's wearing a white hat with bunny ears that wave softly behind him in the wind. They have a green backpack, striped shirt and shorts. It seems like way too cold of an outfit for the climate. She's looking up at Ranboo, or Ghostboo, who looks like the stereotypical ghost. He has a sheet draped over him, it's half black and half white. The sheet has a slash through the front and back, revealing what seems like red and green blood. He's surrounded by small purple particles. Ghostboo is looking down at Aimsey almost sadly, though his expression is obscured by the sheet. The text at the bottom reads: "Nothing happened, and that was the problem." End ID.

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superstition13 · 3 years

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So I have a University assignment due at midnight, which I have absolutely zero motivation to do, but it did inspire this little piece.

Distractions

//AKA Dabi Distracts You From Your Work 💙

Dabi x Female Reader (NSFW)

Genre: smut, porn with very little plot involved, fluff

Includes: biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, cock warming, teasing, pet names, fingering, crying (pleasure), after care, Dabi’s piercings

You can’t tell me that Dabi isn’t the type of guy who would gladly use sex as a means of distracting you from your work

Especially if he feels as though you’re paying too much attention to it and not him

And if you’re a university student, he would definitely fuck your brains out instead of letting you finish an assignment that he knew you had due

Maybe you make the mistake of letting him sit in your desk chair while you sit on his lap, so at least you can be close to him

He’d start off with his chin resting on his shoulder and his arms wrapped loosely around your waist, but it wouldn’t take long for his hands to begin to wander

One hand would drift down to your inner thigh, and begin tracing feather light patterns along the exposed skin he found there with the tips of his fingers, teasingly close to where you really want him to touch you

Meanwhile, his other hand has slipped under your shirt and is now toying with your nipples

And while all this is going on, you’re still desperately trying your best to concentrate, but it’s becoming increasingly harder for you to focus on typing out an essay when your boyfriend’s hands are doing sinful things to your body

It’s when he starts trailing his lips along your neck, nipping, sucking, and leaving tiny bruises behind that you give in to his touches

Dabi’s hand leaves its place on your thigh and his thumb hooks around the waist band of the skimpy pair of gym shorts you’d decided to wear around the house that day

You raise your hips, just enough for him to slide them down to your knees, where they fall and drop to the floor

He pops open the button on his jeans, and you swear you can feel yourself getting just that little bit wetter at the loud sound his zipper makes in the otherwise quiet apartment

His hands go to your hips, and he lowers you onto his achingly hard cock

A small gasp escapes your lips, you’d been careful not to brush up against his dick while you were working, not wanting to encourage Dabi’s teasing

You’d known he was horny, obviously, but you hadn’t realised how hard he truly was

The two of you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside your heat

You expect him to start bouncing you up and down on his cock, but when he doesn’t you figure he wants you to be the one taking charge

Instead, his hands tighten around you warningly, and he keeps you seated firmly in his lap

“Don’t you have something to do, princess?”

“But I thought-”

“You thought wrong angel.”

You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, knowing full well that if you turn your head to look at him, you’ll see one on his face

“Consider this your punishment for ignoring me.”

Part of you can’t believe Dabi is making you finish your assignment instead of fucking you, especially when his cock is buried inside you

Another part of you can totally believe it, knowing all too well what a tease your boyfriend can be

He sits back and begins drawing lazy circles around your throbbing clit

Somehow, you manage to type out a paragraph, and you think that maybe you can do this

Until Dabi decides to flex beneath you, the seemingly innocent movement making his dick twitch inside of you, driving you crazy from the stimulation

You could have tears rolling down your cheeks as you beg him to bend you over your desk and just fuck you already

Instead, he’d have the audacity to coo softly in your ear:

“Come on baby girl, I thought you needed to concentrate?”

But the moment you finish that assignment and submit it to your Professor, he’s pulling out of you and standing up so fast that the chair he’d been sitting on falls over backwards

He quickly manages to get rid of the few articles of clothing the two of you have left between you

Before you know it, Dabi has you bent over the desk, one hand tangled in your hair and the other at your hip in a grip so tight that it's bound to leave bruises. He thrusts into you rapidly, setting a brutal pace. The sounds of skin on skin slapping together, and the obscene noise your cunt makes as he fucks into you fills the air of the studio apartment you share with him.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to cum around Dabi’s cock, already pent up and overflowing from almost an hour's worth of Dabi teasing you. Your thighs are glistening as you let go, screaming his name so loudly that your neighbours are sure to file another noise complaint against the two of you come the evening. He releases his grip on your hair, trailing his fingers down your body until they rest between your thighs, and begin to draw circles around your clit once more. Gone are the slow, teasing touches from earlier his only focus is on making you scream out his name out for a second time before he cums. Dabi leans forward, his chest pressing flush against yours back, practically laying on top of you as he rails you without mercy. You realise that you can feel the cold metal of his nipple piercings pressing into your back, and the mental image it conjures makes you clench around him. Dabi lets out a soft groan, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Fuck sweetheart, you have no idea how good you feel wrapped around me,” he pants, his voice breathy as it caresses your neck. “So good and tight for me, fuck. Come again angel, one more time, I wanna hear you scream my name.”

“God Dabi, yes! Yes! Yes!” You whine, trailing off into a hiss at one particularly hard thrust. “Right there baby, I’m so close, fuck!”

Without missing a beat, he shifts himself slightly, angling his cock in a way that Dabi knew would have you seeing stars and hurtling over that precipice you were dangling from. You were convinced you could feel the tip of him pounding against your cervix, dragging deliciously against your walls in all his pierced glory as he brushed past that sweet spot hidden inside of you with each and every punishing thrust. This new angle, abusing your g-spot while his fingers danced over clit, your nipples being teased as they were dragged and pushed across the surface of your desk; All of it was proving to be too much for you. That coil deep inside of you winding tighter and tighter, rendering you all but incoherent. Your tipping point however, was when your boyfriend sunk his teeth into the junction of your shoulder and neck. It wasn't quite hard enough to break the skin, but you knew without a doubt that he would leave one hell of a mark. The pain from his teeth sends pleasure arcing through your body like waves of electricity, going straight to your pussy, causing that tightly wound coil to snap as you threw yourself from the edge you had been hanging onto for dear life.

"Fuck Dabi, I'm coming, FUCK!" You sobbed, cheeks feeling suspiciously wet. The way your pussy fluttered around him was exactly what Dabi needed to find his own release, his pace becoming more and more erratic as he continued to thrust into you, working you both through the shared orgasm. Your name left Dabi’s mouth in a loud moan that was practically pornographic. He came inside of you, painting your walls with his seed, your combined release already beginning to seep out of you from the sheer amount of cum he was pumping into your cunt.

Eventually, his thrusts come to a halt. Your face was pressed uncomfortably against your desk, and you were pretty sure there was a pen trapped beneath you, but at that moment you didn't quite have it in yourself to care. Your mind was pleasantly fogged over from the post orgasm haze, and had someone asked for your name in that given moment, it probably would have taken you a few minutes to recall.

The first thing you became aware of, was Dabi pressing a series of gentle kisses to your neck, paying particular attention to the large bite mark he had left in the heat of the moment. It throbbed slightly, but not unpleasantly so, soothed by the delicate pressure of his lips. Slowly, he pulled out, a small noise of displeasure escaping you at the sudden emptiness you felt with the absence of his cock. He pulled you up, and guided you gently over to the bed where the two of you collapsed together. His arms encircled your waist, gathering you up against his chest. Fingers began to play with your hair as your awareness slowly began to return, Dabi's lips now pressed gently to the top of your head.

"That was..." you trailed off, still slightly breathless.

"Yeah." He agreed, tracing patterns along your skin.

"I'm going to need a shower," you winced, feeling his cum already beginning to dry on you. You already dreaded the idea of getting up to leave the bed, knowing that by the time you did, your limbs would be feeling like jelly and there would surely be an ache settled between your thighs.

"Not yet," your boyfriend breathed. "I'll get up and get us a towel in a minute. Just, lie here with me for now, okay?"

"Okay," you murmured against him, not needing too much convincing.

"Maybe I should help you with your work more often, princess," he suggested, but was met with no reply. Dabi craned his neck to look down at you, only to realise that you had managed to fall asleep in his embrace.

Here’s that tag you asked for lovely, hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing smut.

@simpforsadbois 💜

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Just wanted to say 2 things:

1)Love the fic where he proposed over a cup of tea…so sweet💗

2) we all know how H has asthma sometimes so…could u write something w/the reader helping him with an attack idk or during an interview/concert/family gathering do as u pls

A nice day

XOXO

firstly, thank you so much that’s so sweet of you <33 and secondly, um yes i would love to give this a go at writing for you! hope you enjoy;

Harry couldn’t breathe.

He was in a panic, completely terrified of the uncontrollable situation. He was having an asthma attack concocted with a panic attack and it was brutal.

“Shit,” Jeff whispered as he watched Harry breathe heavily and loudly on the floor. His friend was currently on his hands and knees trying to gasp for air, whilst dressed in his notorious Fine Line outfit.

It was the big night. The one night only at The Forum for the release of his new album Fine Line, hence the costume. He had been nervous all day, with shaking hands and a tendency to forget simple things. You had been with him all day; having a slow brunch together out in the Hollywood Hills and then just chilling around for the afternoon. You didn’t want to anything to strain his voice, so talking hadn’t been an option. That left you either to sleeping and cuddling, whilst watching a movie, or sex. Now you were all for sex, but Harry complained that he liked talking to you during it and so that got shut down pretty quickly. You didn’t forget what he whispered to your ear though just before you cuddled into watching Bambi;

“Keep your moans for later, you’ll be fucking needing them for what I have planned.”

But that was over two hours ago now. Harry had been whisked away to start getting ready, what with hair and makeup first. You’d left him to it, telling him you would just lounge around and wait for him. It was when he was getting into costume had you announced you were just going to go down the street to get some coffee from Dunkin’ - seeing as there were few of them back in England, where you most commonly lived with Harry. The problem was you hadn’t come back yet, and it was an hour later.

“Harry mate, you need to calm down.” Kid Harpoon told him carefully, kneeling down next to his good friend. Nothing was working though and Harry was too breathless to ask anyone for his inhaler.

It had started by thinking about how nervous he actually was for tonight. It was such a huge show and one of a kind too. He was playing his new album and it wasn’t even 24 hours old yet. There was so much pressure weighing him down that he couldn’t breathe - he was suffocating in the anxiety of his own mind and he couldn’t escape at all. Then because he was in so much of a panic his asthma hit him and added another reason to his breathlessness. It was finally made worst when he realised you weren’t by his side to help him. You weren’t there to quickly eliminate the asthma and focus on helping him overcome the panic attack, instead he had his mates surrounding him - crowding him - and they didn’t know the first thing to do.

“Sarah, where’s Y/N?” Mitch shouted, making Harry squint the thought away. He didn’t want to think about how something back might’ve happened or might be happening to you. Where were you? Sarah’s response did no better to help him.

“I don’t know.”

“Harry bud. Talk to us.” Jeff spoke, crouched down in front of him. Harry shook his head, tears running from his eyes as he began crying. The sobs were really harsh and embarrassing. The tears were heavy and mixed with snot running from his nose to pool on the floor below him. He was not doing well at all, coughing when the asthma choked him up. He couldn’t do this. He felt like he was in a small box and it was only getting smaller. He felt as if he were going to die. Genuinely.

“Does he look like he can talk, dickward.” Adam’s voice came from the other side of Harry, messing his head up even more. There was so many voices and he couldn’t focus on just one, but he didn’t want to. He wanted yours. He needed yours. You.

Whenever this has happened before he was always luckily in the comfort of his home, or the tour bus and always with you. So this was unfamiliar and terrifying. He was beginning to think you’d left him or you’d gotten seriously hurt, but he couldn’t do anything to help. He was stuck - paralysed to this position as his lungs collapsed in on themselves and his brain sped the same speed as a train. You were his comfort person and it was only ever you that he wanted in situations like these. Just you.

“Move out of my way. Move!” Harry thought he heard you and your voice, but he hated that his mind could be playing tricks on him in desperation for what, or whom, he truly wanted.

He felt someone crash on the floor in front of him and the almighty smell of lavender and soap hit him all at once. This time, he was glad to have someone sit so close to him, because it was you.

“Harry look at me, hey, hey. You’re okay. Look at me bubs.” You spoke calmly, trying not to sound panicked yourself, even if you were heavily worried. You watched as he looked up at you, eyes ridiculously red and puffy whilst his nose was dripping like a leaking tap. You wanted to rub his tears away and dab away the snot, but your main priority was on his breathing first. “Okay good, okay.”

Your hand went into your bag and picked out his inhaler. You shook it a few times, before putting it into Harry’s mouth. “On three, one, two, three…” Harry tried is best to breathe in and you pushed down on the canister. “Good, bubs, really good. Okay again, one, two, three…” You repeated and then a third time until you could tell that the wheezing of his asthma attack had disappeared.

“T-than…” Harry tried to mumble out, but couldnt because he was still in panic and his throat was so dry.

“Sshh you’re okay.” You turned to one of the crew members and asked for them to fetch you a bottle of water. You asked people to clear out of the room and leave you with Harry for a bit, knowing he wouldn’t settle in front of all these people. You sat on the floor, crossed legged, and brought Harry to lay his head in your lap with his body trailing behind. You offered him one of your hands to squeeze if he wanted to, which he appreciated, cupping both of his around yours. Your other hand laid to stroke through his gelled hair - that would no doubt have to be redone now.

Instead of going straight into talking to him, you sang his favourite lullaby to him in aid of calming him down. It always worked, or at least helped a little. You sang quietly, noticing the beat of his heart soften with every line you sung. You were by no means a professional singer like him, but he liked the way it was so imperfect and mellow. It calmed him to hear something so simple and so you. Whilst you sang the crew never came back with your requested water and you thanked them, before you were the only ones left in the room.

After you finished singing you noticed how calm Harry was, almost still - the complete opposite to how he’d been all of 10 minutes ago. It was amazing what the power of you could do to him.

“What colour are we feeling?” You and Harry had created your own little system by which you would let each other know how you’re feeling by a colour of the rainbow. You’d designated a meaning to all of them that only you two could understand and used them on the days when you weren’t feeling great, to help understand each other’s feelings better.

“The whole bloody rainbow.” Harry mumbled out and you passed the water around so he could take a few sips, to which he thanked you graciously for.

“Oi, you can’t have that as your answer.” It was a rule that you could only use one colour to some your most intense emotion in that moment, otherwise there was kind of no point to the system.

“But it’s true. I feel grey with confusion, blue with sadness, purple with frustration, yellow with fear and even light yellow with cowardice. Yet I feel pink with happiness and light red with love.”

“What about red red?” You teased, not being able to help yourself.

“What? Lust? Always, for you that is.” You leant down to kiss his head as he cracked a joke, showing you that your Harry was still there beneath all this worry.

“Tell me what the colours represent in real life.”

“Purple because I am frustrated that I had to have a panic attack right before the biggest show of my career. Yellow because I am frightened that nobody will like the album and it will be a complete fail of a night. Grey because I can’t choose one colour and focus on it. I.. I—”

You could tell he getting himself worked up again, so cut him short. “Bubs stop, you’re okay. Listen to me.” You tucked his hair behind his ear as if to open it up for him to hear better. “Don’t ever be frustrated with yourself for something like this. You are allowed to have moments of weakness; you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t. Did this compromise your show? No. Did this show off how strong and brave you are? Yes. That’s what is important, therefore we can swap purple for dark yellow because you were brave. Which means yellow can also turn to dark yellow because you are so brave for doing something so huge and so wonderful. People already love the album H. Can’t get enough of it. Everyone will sing along to every word, I can promise you that. Or at least I will. You are amazing, so never undersell yourself. That’s important to me and for you. Bubs, you are so amazing for what you’re doing here tonight and I couldn’t be prouder of you. Yes, a panic attack isn’t nice and it isn’t convenient, but it just helps show how much you care about tonight and it going a success. That must count for something.”

He didn’t say anything for a bit and that was okay. He was most likely getting his thoughts together and mentally preparing himself for the greatest night of his life. You bent your body over so you could hug him, since his back was to your front, and just give him a squeeze to reiterate how proud you are of him.

“Y/N.” Harry spoke quietly, as your body encased his. You embraced his warmth and inhaled the beautiful scent that he was wearing. He both smelt and looked phenomenal.

“Yes bubs.”

“You know I love you right?” Of course you did, but it still made your heart flutter as crazy as the first time he said it to when he tells you now.

“I do.”

“And you know you’re it for me right?”

“Well.. I—” You didn’t want to get too ahead of yourself.

“Because you are.” Harry turned himself around, making you sit up so he could move. He was lying with his head facing upwards now, face looking less red and puffy, and staring right into the souls of your eyes. He looked magical. Beautiful. He thought the same of you. “And,” he moved his fingers to take off his S ring from Gucci, that probably cost more than your annual salary, and place it onto your ring finger of your right hand, “I give you this as a promise to share my last name with you someday.”

Seeing the initial of his last name sat on the finger opposite to the one he claimed he would one day put two more rings on, brought you to tears. “Harry…” You didn’t know what to say, you were speechless. You had never expected for him to do something as monumental as this and had never experienced it before to know how to react.

Of course you’d always dreamt of marrying him and being his for eternity, but never thought of it possibly becoming your reality. Now, Harry was completely devoting himself to you and only you and it suddenly all felt like the dream was settling in place.

“I swear to you Y/N, i’ll love you until the next lifetime and i’ll find you again. I love you so much, I can’t even tell you how much because it is so infinite. You’re so kind and patient with me and you see me for me, not for the Harry Styles, just Harry. I’ll never let a day pass without you on my mind and I think it’s because you were always meant to be mine. My heart is yours.” He smiled once he noticed you were crying, moving one of his hands up to wipe the tears away.

“How do I top that?” You whispered to him, but mostly to yourself. Both of you laughed.

“Just tell me you love me.”

“I do. I do love you Harry.” You nodded and then he sealed your confirmation with a kiss to his lips. You rested your hand upon his cheek, placing the coolness of the S ring upon his cheekbone, as he placed his hand under your chin to guide you into the kiss. He tasted divine and you smiled knowing that you got to have him like this, taste him like this, for the rest of your beating hearts’ days.

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