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w0nslvr · 2 months

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𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 - 𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒚!𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒙 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌, 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕, 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆!𝒂𝒖, 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒖

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑫 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑱𝑶𝑲𝑬, 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂

𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚’𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆, 𝒏𝒐 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚’𝒔. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏’𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒚/𝒏… 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒊𝒕𝒛𝒚, 𝒊𝒗𝒆, &𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒛𝒃1

𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒆: 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒅𝒂𝒚

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏!

𝒘𝒄: 1.7𝒌

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 | 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕

y/n swears she has never stood up so fast in her life. she felt a surge of panic run cold through her blood, the unreadable text messages from her younger brother flying through like he was on autopilot made her go into protective mode. in her eyes, in this very moment, nothing mattered more than riki. not even the futile attempt yudai made to call out to her as he watched her untangle herself from his arms and start frantically packing up her belongings. his pleas fell on deaf ears.

"y/nie, what's wrong, baby? is everything okay?" he stood up after her, trying to halt her chaotic movements. the boy grabbed her shoulders and turned her to face him before pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "talk to me, what's going on?" he quizzed, studying her facial expression. "it's riki. he needs me right now, i have to go." her words came out faster than she had intended them m to, so fast that they were almost incomprehensible. she turned back around, however, she didn't miss the small falter in yudai's attitude, almost like his mask was cracking slightly, unlocking glimpses of his true nature. he quickly shook his head, plastering tape over that very mask and tried to reason with her.

"baby, he's 18. he can't run to his sister for every minor inconvenience he faces. he has to be a big boy." yudai couldn't hide the annoyance in his tone. y/n was quick to rebuttal, already feeling on edge. "this isn't a minor inconvenience yudai. riki is always going to be my number one priority, we've had this conversation plenty of times and i refuse to talk about this with you again. if he needs me i'm there." she didn't want to believe he was that insensitive, that he was brushing off the feelings of the most important person in her life. she never told him of her mother's condition. she wanted to keep that private. she wanted one person in her life not to pity her. she chalked his insensitivity up to naivety and lack of knowledge on the sibling's situation.

"you're allowed to live a life of your own. to put yourself first, y/n." he started gently, rubbing a soft hand up and down her arm, in what seemed to be an attempt to comfort her on the surface but in all reality was him trying to convince her not to go. "you're spending time with your boyfriend, who you promised you would spend the night. now you're leaving so suddenly, because someone else needs you, as always." his arm circled her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder. she sighed, guilt seeping into her heart. "i'm sorry i have to leave so suddenly and i promise that soon i will spend the night with you and i will be all yours, but i won't apologize for why i'm leaving. he needs me." and with that, she pulled away from his grasp and clasped her overnight bag in her hands. when she heard him groan, she sighed once more, yet this time it was in agitation rather than guilt. "if you love me the way you say you do, you would understand. i wouldn't be able to sleep tonight knowing he needed me and i wasn't there. i'll text you when i get home, okay?" she stood on her tippy toes to plant a soft kiss on his lips before turning on her heels and making her way out of his room. she sent a wave to his roommate, EJ, as she slipped her shoes on and left without a word.

the girl was driving way over the speed limit. she was oblivious to how fast she was going until she heard a horn sound at her making her check her speedometer and see she was going 15 over the speed limit. she slowed herself down slightly, trying to avoid the mess of crying her way out of a ticket, knowing that would take up more time from her trying to get to her brother. the drive from yudai's dorm to the frat house was 20 minutes, needless to say, the girl sighed when she made it there in 10. she left her belongings in the car, her feet moving too fast for her brain as she nearly ran to the front door, banging on it in frantic motions. her knocks were relentless, not even giving time to whoever the receiver was.

when sunghoon swung the door open with a scowl on his face, she didn't even bat an eye, just shoved by him and welcomed herself in. she was so focused on finding her brother, she didn't even think about the fact that her and fuma haven't talked in weeks, nearly a month. so when she saw her best friend and older brother figure staring at her in shock before letting an awkward cough and turning his head, she couldn't help the pang in her heart realizing how long it's been since they'd seen each other in person. "can we help you? or do you just barge into everyone's house unannounced?" sunghoon crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at the girl who once again, paid no mind to him. she ignored the boys lounged around the coffee table that was filled with devoured food and beelined for the bathroom that she knew riki was in. "what the hell are you doing?" sunghoon questioned her, watching her silently chaotic actions, irritated that she was ignoring him. y/n knocked on the door softly, a complete contrast to how she nearly busted down the frat boy's door. "ki, it's me. unlock it." she whispered to the other side, and almost immediately she heard the click of the lock making her quickly open the door to slip inside, just to shut it and lock it again.

the sight of her baby brother curled into a ball on the floor with tear-soaked cheeks, red eyes, and labored breath shattered her heart into a million tiny pieces. "oh bub." she cooed, sitting down on the floor with him and pulled his head onto her lap. "i don't know what's happening to me-" riki stumbled over his words, coughing a bit from his lack of air. she felt helpless, knowing that their dad was the direct cause of it made her feel defeated. she couldn't protect him from their parents. "you're having a panic attack, ki. i know it's scary because you've never had one before but it's okay, we're gonna get you through it, okay?" she ran her fingers through his hair gently, walking him through breathing exercises and finger taps, coping mechanisms she learned from fuma when he helped her through her panic attacks.

after about 20 minutes of talking him through it, he was finally able to regulate his breathing, yet she let him take his time and just silently continued to run her hands through his dark hair while she waited for him to be ready. "i'm sorry." he whispered, his head still turned away from her line of vision and although he couldn't see her it didn't stop her from shaking her head before he even finished speaking. "don't ever apologize for needing me, riki. i've told you since you were a baby, you call i come running, okay? you did the right thing. i wouldn't want you going through that alone. now, i can ask fuma if you can spend the night in his bed if you don't want to have to walk past the boys, or i can bring you home with me? or back to your dorm? you tell me what you want to do." she planted a kiss on his head, waiting patiently for his response. "you." is all he had the energy to say.

"okay, let's get you home then, yeah?" she spoke as she helped him up to his feet. the way his shoulders slumped and how puffy his eyes were broke her heart, and she was going to make sure he was comfortable tonight and slept peacefully, hoping for a better day tomorrow. as the pair made their way out of the bathroom, she tried distracting the boys from riki's state as he put his shoes on. "when are we meeting next for this charity event?" she asked, twirling her keys around her fingers. sunghoon rolled his eyes, "as soon as you're done being so busy with your boyfriend." riki patted her shoulder signaling he was ready.

"oh blow me. stay mad, stay bitchless. see ya'll later." she nodded her head in the direction of the door, waiting for riki to follow her as she heard a choir of 'bye's' from their friends. when they settled the car, riki rested his head on the window with tired eyes and his sister placed her hand over the top of his, with a comforting smile. "i got you, kid. i always got you."

when she had gotten riki settled into bed, and knew he was sound asleep, she fumbled with her phone for a few minutes, and while she ignored all of the angry text messages yudai was bombarding her with, as her finger hovered over the unblock button. she swore she would never allow them to contact her ever again but when it comes to her brother, she would protect him from the entirety of the cruel word if she had the chance. she took one more glance at his sleeping figure, his arms wrapped around a pillow he had tucked to his chest and his messy hair falling over his eyes. she watched the way his chest rose and fell slowly, giving her flashbacks to just hours ago when he couldn't catch his breath and the reason why he was in such a state of distraught. that same feeling of anger bubbled in her chest, like her entire being was lit aflame and she needed to act on it. all rationality flew out the window, and her finger came in contact with the 'unblock caller' button, and without hesitation she typed out an aggressive text message and hit send before shutting her phone off and getting comfortable in bed next to her brother, settling in for the night.

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strayflowersstarsandlove · 3 months

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𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 - a Han Jisung short au!fanfic

PART 4

💫PART 5💫

Han curls and uncurls his fingers into fists, his hands twitching towards you, his arms itching to spread out and reach out to you, engulf you in the biggest hug known to man. A tear rolls down his cheek and then another, his lip quivering, "I'm… I'm going to break your heart even more, y/n, cause I'm a horrible fucking person and I'm so stupid I ruined that one thing I've always cared about, from day one, might as well just go all in and say it…", he pauses, he flutters his stingy eyes shut and then opens them again, looking down at the floor, "Felix is in love with you".

His words come down on you like thunder and they knock the wind out of you. You visibly pale and freeze in place, not even your tears are dropping down to the floor anymore. The spent boy in front of you nods slightly, not fully meeting your baffled eyes, "today's events made me reach my tipping point. I would have otherwise continued keeping quiet about my feelings for you because I was trying to protect him", he confesses, pressing his lips together tightly, his nostrils flaring as he breathes with difficulty.

"That night we kissed… I told him, I told him I was starting to fall for you and he cried. He cried so hard I wanted to bash my head against the wall until it tore open. He wasn't even crying because of the fact itself but because it made him suddenly realise you weren't exclusively his to keep forever and that he hadn't been doing much to confess. I had to come up with the lamest, dumbest excuse saying I was drunk and I didn't mean it and that I was never going to make the same mistake ever again".

If you had previously felt like some deep recess inside your heart had been lifted and freed, you now feel like you could shatter. "I lied to you because I was trying to save my friendship with him. And I lied to him because I care about him too much and wanted to spare him the heartbreak. In the end I broke your heart, cracked mine in the process too. And now I fucked up. I fucked up so spectacularly I don't know how I'm going to live with myself from now on".

Seeing him burst into full chested sobs breaks you to the point you're momentarily going into autopilot. Numb from the information overload that just got dumped on you, you crush him into a hug, the both of you just crying and crying into each other's arms.

Han buries his head in your shoulder, barely holding himself together, "I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry", he mumbles in between sobs, a drastic departure from the cockiness and fierceness he had been showing so far, as though everything came crashing down on him all at once, the realisation he's in love with you, the fact that his best friend is going to be destroyed, you being so distressed and overwhelmed you're barely speaking. He feels awful.

Your heart feels like it has both frozen over and galloped a 1000 miles per hour. It's beating so fast it feels still in your chest for you can't keep count how many beats it's pounding hard against Han's chest. Tears keep spilling, limbs keep shaking. Felix loves you. Felix. Loves. You.

Gentle, cuddly Felix who has always been there for you. Frail, golden hearted Felix who kept his arms around you for longer that 2 minutes whenever you hugged, big, warm eyes always focusing in on your face whenever you ranted to him, venting to him your heart content.

The very next day you and his best friend kissed you had cried to him, spilled your guts at how crushed you felt and had no idea he might have been pulverised by your own feelings for Han. Understanding, completely selfless Felix who held your hand and kissed your cheek and promised you heart would have eventually fixed itself despite him desperately wanting to fix it himself for you.

Respectful, patient Felix who held back his feelings and tucked them deep in a pocket of his ever growing heart and held your hand throughout it all, never leaving your side, as he probably silently watched you pine over his acquired brother. Just how much can a heart break? How much until it's rendered useless?

You feel split in two. On one side, your longing for Han, who unexpectedly reciprocates your feelings, possibly with a higher magnitude, years of yearning now made painfully pointless when you could have just talked it out sooner and avoided this heartache.

On the other side ...the genuine affection, the warmth of your tender connection with Felix. You loved them both in such different ways you couldn't feel the slightest hint of happiness for one without your pieces becoming unglued for the other.

Han sniffles and gently pulls away, he avoids your uncertain eyes and runs his hand through his hair nervously, "I need to shower. I'm-I need a cold fucking shower .. I have to go", he mutters, his words getting jumbled together as though he's talking to himself only, "Han...it's 4.30 am", you comment in a whisper, still dazed by the intense emotional load you've been experiencing tonight. "Yeah I don't care. Both my mind and my boner could use an ice bucket right now".

You watch him as he slowly walks away, his mind clearly fuzzy and overwhelmed as well, you know him well enough, he can be impulsive one second and overthinking his every move the next, getting lost in the spirals inside the maze of his own head. Now what? you ask yourself quietly, eyes wide awake, body fully awake, not an ounce of sleep left in your overtly alert self right now.

The night might start slowly bleeding into morning any moment now, you don't want to be up at dawn, left alone and wandering in your own head, but you also don't feel like sleeping anymore. You have to force yourself to pad back upstairs and into the living room where you quietly slip yourself into the lonely spot in between Minho's sleeping bag and Felix's.

You make yourself as tiny as possible, curling up into a ball. Silent tears roll down your cheeks, at some point you fall into a feverish like sleep state, exhaustion finally catching up to you.

A slow morning. Immensely slow, lazy morning. You feel so drowsy and slow you have trouble standing over the sink to brush your teeth. Red, inflamed droopy eyelids and tired eyes stare back at you in the mirror as you try to make yourself somewhat decent by adjusting the framing prices of your hair that fall into your face.

You washed your face twice and yet you can still feel the soreness to your cheeks, the dried up tears that kept rolling and rolling as you quietly cried yourself to sleep. You suck in your breath and close your eyes, trying to keep yourself calm enough to face the morning ahead.

They boys's raspy, sleepy voices greet you quietly in the kitchen. A variety of messy hair and slouchy sweets all around you as they pad in and out carrying steaming cups of coffee, impatiently waiting for Chan and Minho to return, as they have apparently left earlier to go get breakfast for all of you, or so you've been told by a little mushroom headed Seungmin, his voice a few octaves lower than usual.

Spotting a <<safe>> empty seat in between Jeongin and Hyunjin, you gingerly sit down on a chair with your newly filled cup of coffee, careful not to spill it on the counter, courtesy of Seungmin who might have noticed just how tired you looked and poured the coffee up to the brim. It's way past 12 in the morning and none of the guys look like they had much sleep either, except for Changbin who looks exceptionally rested.

Felix walks in still yawning and stretching, hair dripping from the shower he must have just took, he beelines to you and plops a kiss onto your head, followed by a growl like "good morning", and you have to resist flinching with everything in you. Your heart definitely picking up pace when his hands rest on your shoulders, giving them a small squeeze on his way to the fridge.

The conversations are short and quiet, everyone clearly still feeling way too sleepy to commit to the day yet, and with so little distraction you find yourself staring at the bottom of your already empty cup, the multitude of your spinning thoughts isolating from your surroundings, you're grateful Han is still sleeping for you're not sure you would be able to handle even briefly meeting his eyes today. Not with Felix standing so close to you as well.

A new, full cup of coffee slides out in front of you, you look up to find Changbin slightly concerned face looking at you, a small smile playing on his lips, "you looked like you needed it", he whispers quietly and you smile warmly at him, you two exchange a quiet, understanding nod, and you're glad he doesn't try to make you talk, just aknowledges you're conspicuously not feeling great.

"Anneeyooong food is here!". Minho barges in with his arms full of paper bags overflowing with all kinds of pastries and fruits, soon followed by a giggly Chan who shakes his head at his friend's antics, himself carrying a tray of iced americanos and a few rotisseries looking take out bags. Both the older guys are greeted by the swarm of excited hungry boys, "oh god bless you", enthuses Jeongin, scrambling to grab his share before anyone can even reach into the bags full of food.

They somewhat organise the abundant spread on the table and immediately dig in, you help yourself to some twisted Korean doughnut bread and egg roll, the rich, wholesome flavours warming you up from the inside, Hyunjin makes his distinctive sad face as he bites into his Mammoth bread, and for a second you feel alright, your mind momentarily distracted, your tummy feeling full and satisfied.

"Wait ... Something's missing here! Where's Jisung?". Chan perplexed voice rises above the munching and groaning and excited squeals over the meal, "still sleeping. I don't think he managed to come to bed before 5 this morning", Minho replies matter of factly, shrugging, you instinctively look down at your food, and suddenly you're not so hungry anymore.

🥀PART 6

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mamawasatesttube · 1 year

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11 timkon for the devotion ask 😁

11. “I’ve already died once. I would do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe.”

also prompted by @blueforget-me-not, @cas-and-their-refusal-to-write, and @chaoxfix !! (phew this one's popular!)

"Absolutely not."

"Tim—"

Tim whirls on him, glaring. "You," he hisses, jabbing one finger into the S-shield on Kon's chest, "are vulnerable to magic. That thing," and he points at the unnatural, glowing storm raging outside, "is full of insanely powerful magic that could fucking kill you. You're not fucking going."

Kon's jaw is set in that infuriatingly stubborn way of his; the glint in his eyes is nothing short of mulish. "Somebody has to get to the middle to stop that wizard freak. It's only gonna get worse if we don't do anything. And Cassie's already hurt. I'm going."

Not for the first time, Tim curses his own vulnerability. Curses that he's the best pilot among the four of them. Curses that the storm is raging too fiercely to just leave the plane on autopilot. Kon is determined to throw himself into harm's way, and Tim can't even come with him.

He turns back to the controls, glances at the anemometer; the wind is still rising. Ominous purple lightning crackles across the clouds all around them. The image of Kon flying down towards the sorcerer only to get struck from the sky by three hundred million volts of magic flashes through Tim's mind; it takes more self-control than he'd like to admit to not flinch.

"Cassie's hurt because she already tried confronting him directly, alone." At least his voice comes out steady, if a bit taut. "You think it'll go better if you do it instead?"

Another lightning strike shoots by, so close it nearly knocks the plane from the sky. As it is, everything outside goes bright white and the sensors scream; by the time Tim wrests the plane back under control, they've dropped five hundred feet, and he can see the churning, frothy waves down below.

Shit.

"At the very least, I can distract him while you find a place to land safely," Kon says, ever-so-graciously not rising to the bite in Tim's voice. "'Cuz you're talking a big game about me getting killed, but it looks to me like just trying to fly out here is probably gonna get you killed. And I mean, I've already died once. I'd do it a thousand times over again to keep you safe."

It would have been kinder if he just punched Tim in the gut.

For a moment, he can't breathe; panic and hurt and fury and terror all sweep through him in an excruciating rush, and his grip tightens on the throttle so hard it hurts.

"Really?" he hears himself say, lashing out in automatic self-defense. He hates this, hates fighting with Kon, hates what he's about to say because he knows it's cruel, but he can't stop himself in time as the words pour out. "You'd put me through the survivor's guilt and the grief and everything you know I went through once already, a thousand times over? Didn't know you had that kinda viciousness in you." He laughs humorlessly. "Kinda impressed, if I'm being honest."

For a moment, there's nothing but the sounds of beeping sensors and the howling wind. For a moment, Tim is terrified Kon has just vanished, thrown himself into the heart of the storm without another word—

But then warm, strong arms wrap around his shoulders and chest, and Kon's cheek presses against his hair, and Tim can breathe again. Kon is leaning over the back of his chair and just holding him, and Tim can breathe.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it, Rob," Kon murmurs. His breath against Tim's ear sends a shiver down his spine. "But I... you're right. I shouldn't have said... I mean, I... well, we can—we can talk about all that later. Right now, let's just..."

"Sorry." Tim takes one hand from the yoke to lay it over Kon's wrist, just for a moment. His heart is still thundering in his chest, a mirror of the storm outside; he doesn't need to ask to know whether Kon knows. "I didn't mean it. You're not—you're the kindest person I know."

"Tim." Kon holds him a little tighter. "It's okay, dude. Let's just focus on getting outta here for now, yeah?"

Getting out of here. Not confronting the sorcerer. Tim sucks in a breath. They do need to get Cassie some medical help, and some time to strategize can't hurt. Hopefully, he won't grow too powerful before they can double back and take him out.

"Okay," he says, and rubs his thumb over the pulse point in Kon's wrist before reluctantly dropping his hand back to the yoke. The wind outside buffets them relentlessly, despite even the formidable stabilizing tech built into the Batplane; he can't afford to keep his hands off it for too long.

Lightning flashes again. It's a little easier not to flinch.

"I'll run distraction outside," Kon says. "But I promise I won't confront him. Just get you a little breathing room to fly."

Anxiety spikes again in his chest, but Tim nods. He trusts Kon, and Kon is more than capable of playing a distraction while keeping a safe distance. "...Be careful."

Kon somehow, breathtakingly, manages to laugh despite it all. "C'mon, Rob, you know me. When am I not?"

He drops a quick kiss to the top of Tim's head, then vanishes before Tim has the chance to answer. Tim misses his warmth immediately.

It's fine. He'll hold Kon to that promise to talk later. For now, all that's left to do is to make it out of the storm.

50 Prompts About Devotion

#timkon #rimi writes #guy who has been listening to the totk colgera theme on loop: hey what about wind and storms as metaphors. what about--#ANYWAY hoo boy! idk if i like how this one turned out sorry but i hope it was fun all the same uwu #clambuoyance #blueforget-me-not #cas-and-their-refusal-to-write #chaoxfix #tim #kon

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poketnife69 · 2 years

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Yooo, if you're still taking requests, can i aks for a headcanon with Vincent, Brahms, Hannibal and Thomas, where their fem S/O is like Morticia Addams, a lil sadistic, independent, gothic woman who obviously emanates Girlboss energy!

Thanks for your attention and....drink water!!!!

Slashers x fem!reader who's like Morticia Addams

Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, Hannibal Lecter and Thomas Hewitt

WARNINGS : Mentions of murder(?), mentions of turning people into wax firgures.

NOTE : Sorry if this doesn't seem good, my brain couldn't function properly due to the lack of sleep I'm getting 💀 so I'm gonna make a new rule which is that I will not be making fanfics or taking requests during the weekends, so that I can freshen up a bit and get some rest.

Also, I MIGHT add the grabber to my list of characters and make fanfics for male readers as well, who knows?

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Vincent Sinclair

- Vincent didn't know if it was love at first sight, but all he knew is that the moment he walked into the house of wax and had this dark aura he somehow stopped breathing.

- The only thing that was on his mind was how beautiful you were.

- He tries to convince Bo not to kill you

- You and Lester get along so well, whenever he would stop by and visit Ambrose he would show you some of the raindeers and other animals he's killed

- He might have given you a raindeers head as a gift of appreciation too

- Though when it comes to Bo, you two aren't really on the best of terms, only because he doesn't trust you and that you intimidate him a lot. But despite being an ass to you he does see how happy you make vincent.

- Not like he'd admit it

- Whenever some unlucky tourists come by in the empty town of Ambrose they would often comment on your style choice.

- Of course, Vincent wouldn't have allowed this but when you spoke back at that person, he couldve sworn that they almost pissed their pants. He thinks your a badass and hot

- He still kills them afterward, but instead of making them into wax, he gives them to Lester so that he could dump their bodies in the road pit. He thinks their undeserving of becoming one of their wax sculptures.

- You would often hang with Vincent down in the basement admiring him from afar while he turns his victims into wax sculptures

- He would paint something very dark or sculpt a small wax creature and give them to you

Brahms Heelshire

- The Heelshires had hired you to become a doll's nanny, now if it were anyone they would have freaked out and autopilot to the front door of their mansion.

- But not you though, you didn't see any reason to be creeped out by it. In fact, you were delighted to watch over the porcelain doll.

- Brahms had been watching you through the walls the entire time, and he instantly went head over heels for you.

- Eventually, he showed himself to you while you were reading a book to the doll. He was quite surprised when you patted the space next to you telling him to sit right beside you, like all the other nannies he expected you to fear him, and feel disgusted just by the mere look of him.

- But you welcomed him with open arms.

- But be warned, he's gonna be VERY clingy to the point where you can't get any space or alone time. Not like you had any privacy from the start

- Plus we all know the man reaks, and he's gonna demand cuddles.

- Please dress him up in something dark and gothic! He just loves your unique style so much that he wants to dress up just like you ( maybe even impress you 😏 )

- He honestly thinks you're so pretty! He also admired how independent you are, he knows that you can't depend on him most of the time, especially in his state ( him being a full-grown man and having the mind of a child due to him being kept in the walls by his parents for so long )

Hannibal Lecter

- Let's just pretend that you met Hannibal at a grocery store-

- You seemed to catch his attention very easily, a woman in all dark and gothic style, and looks that could kill, in the middle of a cereal aisle was one of the highlights of his day.

- Everyone else seems to be avoiding you as if you were some sort of different entity, it was sort of amusing yet quite rude of people for thinking you differently. Hannibal approached you and introduced himself to you.

- After a little bit of chit chat he asked if you could join him for dinner, which was weird because you both had just met each other, but then again that was the purpose of having dinner.. To get to know each other better.

- You arrived a few minutes earlier which pleased him, he guided you to the dining room and pushed your chair for you. He enjoyed your company as well as conversing with you, eventually, you two finished your meals.

- And if your gonna ask if he fed you human meat that's for you to decide-🗿

- You didn't know how it happened but things sort of got... heated, which led you to wake up with him next to you. It's safe to say that after the whole encounter he would invite you for dinner every day and eventually you two ended up together.

- Now when you two are already in a relationship expect to receive a TON of gifts from this man.

- Like cmon he's rich what else did you expect, gift giving is probably his love language too.

- He'd buy the finest clothing that matches your style, some old and dark antique that would fit the vibe at your home, maybe even bring you to an opera that you like.

- Now when it comes to his 'habits' he won't let you know nor does he plan to, but if you do find out and join him in his activities then he'd just be over the moon.

- He is going to protect you with all his life no matter the cause, yes he knows you are independent and capable of managing yourself but honey please let him care for you- ❤️

- Overall it's a 10/10 when it comes to Hannibal

Thomas Hewitt

- The first time he met you was at Luda Mae's shop

- He found you... Quite odd... But not in a rude way!

- It's just the fact that you're wearing so much black under this heat it concerns him.

- Though that didn't stop him from falling for you. And in the end, you two ended up together.

- At first, he was against the idea of you being in the basement, he didn't want you to witness all the things Thomas does to their victims thinking that it'll drive you further away from him.

- But you somehow find enjoyment in it-??

- He just lets you watch from the sidelines instead, you smile the entire time as one of the victims started crying and screaming.

- He's so shy and nervous around you! Even when you're both already a thing he still finds it hard to be affectionate with you! You tease him about it making him blush even more.

- But oh boy... If anyone dared to insult you..

- This man had lived his whole life being judged by others because of his looks, but if anyone peeped a word that may seem disrespectful, or spared a judgment look your way?..

- Let's just say that dinner will be served a little earlier.

- Though he wouldn't have any problem with that, you seem to manage the situation very well judging by the way people looked away whenever you'd pass by.

- No one would dare mess with you

- They all knew that including Hoyt, and that's what Thomas likes.

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harrysfinelinevol1 · 2 years

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the flatshare in london pt.2

harry styles x reader

summary: you live in a flatshare with sarah and two other girls in london in 2017. through your insistence to get sarah's talent more widely recognised, you meet a man who will change your life forever

word count: 8.9k

warnings: smut

part 1!

Heavy breathing filled the room as Harry slowly rocked into you, his head tucked into your neck while you raked your nails up and down his back. It was the morning and Harry had woken you up with wandering hands and gentle kisses. The sunlight seeping through the windows highlighted your entangled bodies as you had slow, lazy morning sex.

You knew you were far gone for this man now. Usually, you wouldn't hang around in the morning after a one-night stand, let alone have sex with the person again but here you were, moaning out Harry's name as he carefully thrust into you. You adored the feeling of being in his arms and his breath hot on your face. You had slept amazingly in his hold, snuggled into his side for the whole night. You didn't think you would have the strength to pull yourself away from this man's clutch.

"You're so fucking pretty," he gasped as he continued to push into you, stretching you out in the best way. You gripped onto his shoulders tightly, turning your head slightly to suck on the soft skin of his neck, leaving a nice big purple mark. He groaned loudly at the sensation and sped up slightly, bringing his hand up to cup your breast, running his thumb across your hardened nipple.

Soon both of you had reached your orgasms, holding each other tight as pleasure rushed through your bodies, Harry pulsing inside your clenching walls. You collapsed next to each as Harry pulled off the condom, throwing it in the bin on top of the one he'd used last night. Your chest was slightly shining with sweat, your hair a mess and your makeup was quite smudged but Harry thought you looked beautiful lying there in his sheets, freshly fucked, trying to slow your breathing.

His eyes stayed transfixed on your figure as you got out of bed to go to the bathroom, your hips swaying slightly as you walked off. You were a vision in his eyes and he couldn't get enough of you. He wanted you back in his bed already and you'd only been out of it for mere seconds.

He's disappointed when he hears the shower running, annoyed he hasn't been invited as well. Jumping out of bed quickly, he walks into his bathroom where he can make out your figure through the fogged-up glass of the shower. You looked exquisite.

"Didn't say you could use my shower," he teased as he joined you under the hot water, wrapping his tattooed arms around your waist and pulling you into him. You whirled around quickly, however, cursing yourself because you hadn't actually asked.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, was on autopilot," you explained sheepishly but when you saw the expression on his face you realised he wasn't serious.

"Don't worry love, was only teasing," he chuckled and you huffed slightly before turning back around, but still leaning back into him. You sighed as he took the sponge from your hands and carefully washed your back, taking his time to explore every curve of your body. As he washed you, you were quietly freaking out slightly. This was very intimate and you knew you had never done this before with a hookup. Harry was different.

You took turns washing each other, Harry humming slightly under his breath as he massaged soap into your scalp. It was a nice tune that he was humming but you didn't think you had heard the song before. You wondered if it was a new song of his and your heart started to beat even more at the thought of that. You needed to call Sarah. ASAP.

You finished washing, and you quickly darted out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel so you could go get your phone. Harry frowned as your sudden departure but didn't think much of it as he leisurely took his time going through his morning routine.

You, on the other hand, were freaking out massively. You felt like you had started something that definitely wasn't going to be a one-time thing. You had opened the floodgates so to say. You picked up your phone and quickly scrolled to Sarah's contact, pressing it and begging that she would pick up. Luckily she answered quite fast.

"Hey babes," she said rather breathlessly.

"Sarah, where are you?" you asked urgently.

"Woah, you ok?" concern was lacing her voice and you realised you had made it seem like you were actually in trouble.

"Sorry, yeah I'm ok but an emergency brunch is needed ASAP," you told her. Emergency brunch was a regular thing between the two of you and it usually involved you imparting tales of your crazy night out to Sarah while she rolled her eyes and you both consumed too many mimosas. She always had good advice for you though and you really needed that right now. What you weren't expecting was her reply.

"Yes, I was literally about to call you. I think I need an emergency brunch," she mumbled quietly and your mouth fell open in shock.

"Sarah Jones, what have you been up to?" you gasped in mock indignation and she giggled slightly. Sarah's giggle usually meant one of two things. Either, you had done something really silly to make her laugh or she had a secret concerning a man.

"Get your arse to brunch and I'll tell you," she responded cheekily and you started scanning Harry's floor for your clothes.

"On my way! Meet at the usual spot yeah?" you checked and she agreed. You hung up and then started pulling on your clothes from last night, cringing a bit at having to wear the same outfit you wore to the sweaty pub. Also, your outfit was definitely going to make it obvious you were doing a walk of shame.

"Going somewhere?" Harry queried, raising an eyebrow as he watched you button up your top. He didn't look very impressed.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry Harry, Sarah called and she needs me," you explained, feeling horrible about basically running out on this man. However, his brow relaxed a bit when you explained your reasoning for leaving.

"I suppose I can let that slide," he teased and you scoffed slightly. He saw the outfit you were leaving in and turned quickly to his closet, pulling out an old but fashionable jumper.

"Here, I can't let you walk around London in just that," he offered, holding out the jumper to you.

"Oh... um, thank you very much," you said as you pulled the sweater over your head, suddenly overwhelmed by Harry's scent.

"Can I see you again?"

You were very taken aback when those words left his mouth. You didn't really know what to say. You were trying to weigh up the pros and cons in your head but also very aware you were just standing there not saying anything. Deciding that even if you didn't want to, inevitably you would run into Harry again, so you nodded quickly, breathing out a rushed 'yes'. He smiled at your acceptance of him and let out a secret breath he'd been holding.

"Here, take my number," he told you, holding out his phone so you could put in your contact details. Smiling shyly, you took the phone from him, adding yourself to his contacts before calling yourself so you had his number.

"You're blushing," he noted, smirking at your flushed features. You smacked him lightly on the shoulder.

"I'm nervous."

"Don't be love. M'not going to eat you," he teased. "Well, I mean you are pretty delectable but not in that way."

You shook your head in disappointment at his poor joke.

"You're ruining your chances babe," you quipped, handing his phone back to him as his mouth fell open in mock indignation.

"Am not. I'm very funny,"

"Keep telling yourself that one," you replied as you headed to his bedroom door and he followed you, hot on your heels. You could feel him watching you intensely as you stood by his door, slipping your shoes on. You felt very nervous under his gaze but he soon came to your side, sliding his hands around your waist to settle them on your bum while your arms instinctively came up to wrap around his neck. He glanced at your lips briefly before leaning down and capturing them with his, slowly moving his mouth against yours. You both spent too long in his entry hall, just kissing and your heart was pounding with the intimacy of it all.

Eventually, you pulled away, all too aware Sarah was waiting for you and you needed to get a move on. He caressed your face slightly before moving back from you, both of you not too sure what to say. You had both experienced something deep and intimate for the last 12 hours but now you had no idea what to say to each other.

"Thank you," you spoke up and he furrowed his brow.

"What for?"

"A very good night. Probably one of my best," you told him candidly before standing on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek. He looked very taken aback by your honesty.

"You're something else love," he whispered before kissing you again, peppering kisses all over your face making you giggle.

"Harryyy, I'm gonna be late!" you whined through your giggles. He stopped and pressed a kiss to your nose which had you scrunching up your face before he bid you goodbye.

You smiled to yourself as the door shut behind you, mind whirling as you began to process the events of the night before. You briskly walked to the tube station, trying to hold off the urge to smoke as you went. You must have looked insane on the tube, mumbling to yourself as you tried to figure out what the hell was happening. By the time you reached Sarah, you were on your 4th debate with yourself and you weren't getting anywhere. You were very glad to see your best friend waiting for you beside the quaint brunch restaurant. She pulled you into a hug when you reached her but quickly pulled back.

"You smell of Harry," she stated and you blushed.

"Shut up. I had to borrow his jumper," you tried but she rolled her eyes.

"Oh yes, you just had to," she scoffed.

"Sarah! Please! I'm feeling very sensitive," you told her, faking a sniffle.

"Oh give it up. C'mon, let's go get a table," she said, heading into the crowded restaurant, talking briefly with the waitress who managed to find you both a table outside, overlooking the Thames.

You both lowered yourselves into your seats and as you did, Sarah's polo neck top slipped down a bit and you spotted a deep purple mark on her neck.

"Sarah Jones! Is that a hickey I spy?!" you cried indignantly and she shushed you, turning a very deep shade of red.

"No, I'm interrogating you first. I need a couple drinks before we get to me," she argued back. "And keep your bloody voice down."

You slumped back in your chair, sighing deeply. You didn't know where to start.

"Right, so let's cover the obvious, shall we? You slept with him," she stated knowingly.

"Yes," you mumbled.

"Was it good?"

"Best I've ever had," you told her honestly and she raised her eyebrows.

"Wow. That is something," she sat back, slightly shocked.

"I know."

"So what's the problem? You said the sex was amazing but you don't look very happy. Don't tell me you've gone and fallen in love with him already," she joked but stopped smiling when she saw the look on your face.

"Oh Christ, you're falling aren't you," she realised and you nodded nervously.

"Y/N, seriously? With my boss of all people?!" she retorted and you dipped your head.

"I dunno Sarah we just clicked. And he was so sweet and it was weirdly intimate and now I'm sitting here wearing his fucking jumper and I don't know what to do," you explained apologetically and her anger began to melt away. You understood why she would be annoyed, he was her boss and you had gone and slept with him, so she was being very gracious for the situation you found yourselves in.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have snapped," she apologised. "Do you really like him?"

"I think I do yeah. Or I could definitely see myself really liking him. But I'm so scared. Like his world is miles away from mine and we're so different. I'm impulsive and spontaneous and he's organised and structured, I do stupid shit and mess around a lot and he seems so mature and put together. I'm not like that. I don't think we'd end up working out."

"Or maybe you would," she counteracted and you raised your eyebrows. "Well, to be honest, and I do love you when I say this, but your craziness and impulsiveness can let you down sometimes. And while Harry is organised and structured, it usually means he's got a rod up his arse and it's bloody annoying for everyone around him. So maybe, you'll help each other out by being so different. You might make him less of a control freak and he might calm you down a bit. They do say opposites attract."

"Since when were you such a fan of this," you mumbled, sipping on a mimosa that had just been placed in front of you.

"Since about 10 seconds ago when you were talking about him and your eyes just lit up. I've never seen you talk about someone the way you talk about him," she explained and you groaned out loud.

"This feels like it's going too fast S. I mean I only properly met the man 12 hours ago and I'm already at brunch with you, discussing a potential relationship with him," you pointed out.

"They do say when you know, you know," she replied shyly as if the words she was saying had a double meaning.

"Have you got something to tell me?" you inquired, raising your eyebrows as she blushed. "May this thing pertain to a certain Mitchell Rowland by any chance?"

"How do you know his full name?!"

"Social media is a wonderful tool," you explained. "Now spill."

"I may have gone home with him last night," she basically whispered, so quietly you almost didn't catch it but you did and you gasped.

"You did not!"

"I did. We didn't have sex, but.. uh... we did bits as you would say," she admitted, turning extremely red. You on the other hand were beaming.

"Oh Sarah, I do adore you. How was it?"

"It was good. Really good. He was so lovely and he made me feel amazing. Not just... in that way, but like in general. He's so kind and caring and I really like him," she told you shyly.

"I'm really happy for you babe. I think you both would be really good for each other," you approved.

"I think so too," she said, trying to hide a massive grin that was fighting its way onto her face. "God, look at us, smitten for a pair of musicians!"

"We are pathetic," you agreed, laughing. "But that's why you're my best mate. Who else would have emergency brunch with me?"

"Not many people, this is like a full-time occupation sometimes."

"Rude."

"The slags are back!" your flatmate Aliyah exclaimed as you and Sarah appeared in the kitchen doorway when you returned from brunch.

"Piss off," you replied, giving her the finger as you walked over to the fridge, craving some cheese on toast.

"Nice jumper," your other flatmate Ellie commented and you glared at her.

"Why am I the sole focus of your attacks," you whined. "Sarah's almost as guilty!"

"Yes but we love our sweet Sarah," Aliyah explained, pulling Sarah into an affectionate hug and patting her head as she giggled. "You on the other hand are annoying and also you slept with fucking Harry Styles!"

"Ok, firstly, I'm so not annoying..." you started but shut up when you saw the looks on their faces. "Fine, but secondly, don't say that. He's just Harry to me," you said quietly blushing and the whole kitchen turned their attention to you.

"Oh god..." Ellie started.

"Has she...?"Aliyah added.

Sarah nodded.

"You would be correct. Our dear little Y/N has a crush on Mr Harry Styles," she giggled and you buried your face in your arms on the kitchen counter.

"Right, debrief in session in 10 minutes. Sarah, you're on tea, Aliyah, crack open that box of Celebrations, no I don't care if you were saving them, this is more important and Y/N sit over there and prepare yourself, I'll finish making your toast," Ellie ordered and you were happy to sit in the corner as the kitchen came alive around you. Even though you were still freaking out slightly at this new development in your life, you were so glad you had this amazing support system around you.

For the next two hours, you all sat in the living room while you recounted what you had told Sarah, leaving out the intimate details of your night with Harry, not wanting to disrespect him in that way. They helped you dissect your feelings and helped you figure out what you were going to do next. You were quite jealous of Sarah. She knew exactly what she wanted with Mitch and she had confidence it would work out. They were so similar and complimented each other so well. You, on the other hand, couldn't be more different to Harry and you were so conflicted about what to do.

The girls eventually convinced you that you should see him again and although you were scared, you agreed. You couldn't deny there had been something real between you and Harry and you knew he was different. You knew you couldn't hold yourself back from something that could be incredible because you were afraid.

You decided to invite him to a barbeque that your flat was having the following day. You still felt too nervous to see him one-on-one so you thought it would be easier to invite him to a group thing. All of your flatmates were inviting one person, and you were going to invite Will but the idea of inviting Harry made your heart skip a beat. Sarah was inviting Mitch so at least Harry would know someone else. Before you had too much time to dwell on it, you sent him a text to invite him.

hey, my flat and i are having a bbq tomorrow and i was wondering if you would like to come? starts at 13:30? x

mitch is coming as well

You sent the texts and quickly shut off your phone, heart pounding. You desperately wanted him to come and you didn't know how you would react if he said no. Luckily you didn't have to wait long because within a minute he had replied.

harry: i would love to come! let me know if there's anything i can bring x

You smiled down at your phone, over the moon that he could come.

"And he's got her smiling at her phone. You're whipped Y/N," Ellie chuckled when she saw your expression. You glared at her.

"You're annoying," you grumbled as you got up to go hide in your room but you knew she was right. You were very happy Harry was coming tomorrow and you got to see him again and you shot him back a quick text.

just yourself will be fine! food and drink will be provided x

That one quick text set off an entire conversation lasting two hours. You talked about yourself, your job and your family as well as your obsession with bagels. He told you about his family also, his time in one direction and his obsession with tacos. You went back and forth for a while, enjoying getting to know each other before you knew you had to go to work to begin setting up for the evening. Saturday's were always busy at the pub so you got there a bit earlier each week to help organise the place. Luckily you had Sunday's off but it meant you had to work your arse off on Saturday's. Therefore you couldn't really text Harry and he spent the rest of the night constantly checking his phone waiting for a text from you to come through. He knew you were working but it didn't stop the disappointment coursing through him when there were no message notifications from you.

Sunday rolled around quickly and you woke up nervous, realising you were going to see Harry today. It was early when you woke up, which wasn't usual for you after a shift at the pub but you knew it was anxiety getting you up. Luckily Sarah was awake and managed to distract you with a trip to Tesco to get stuff for the barbeque. You spent the next hour walking up and down the aisles of the supermarket, piling copious amounts of alcohol and food into the trolley. Sarah spent a good 15 minutes of the trip teasing you for spending a while trying to find a certain brand of vegetarian burgers that Harry had mentioned he liked.

You arrived back home and began to set up your small backyard for the barbeque. You hung up some bunting and cleaned the table and chairs, placing a fun tablecloth on it and some plants in the centre giving it a summery vibe. The others left you to it, knowing out of all of them, you would be able to set up well for the lunch, and also you needed to stay distracted.

It was a beautiful day, with not a cloud in the sky and the strong June sun was beating down on you as you tirelessly created the perfect set-up. Being the mum she always is, Sarah made sure to lather you in suncream, which sent you into a panic that you were going to be covered in it and you would look stupid. Your flatmates all watched with amusement as you ran around the house like a headless chicken, trying to make yourself look good and fretting that something would go wrong.

At 1pm, you pulled on a cute summer dress you had been saving for a special occasion and pulled your hair back into a ponytail before resting some sunglasses atop your head. Your hands shook slightly as you fixed your mascara, butterflies swirling around in your stomach. Suddenly a knock was heard at your door.

"Come in," you called and Sarah poked her head around the door.

"You ok? she asked and you shrugged in response. She pushed the door open and held up two bottles of beer.

"Want one?" You nodded eagerly, needing something to relax you a bit.

"Where's my confident Y/N gone eh?" she inquired as she sat down on your bed, passing you a bottle.

"I have no idea. I've never felt this nervous before," you explained. Harry was really doing a number on you.

"It's cause you really like him," Sarah concluded and you threw your hands up in the air.

"Yeah no shit babes," you chuckled and she giggled too.

"What about you? Excited to see Mitch again," you said, raising your eyebrows suggestively and she hid her face in her hands.

"Stop!" she blushed hard and you nudged her.

"Where's my confident Sarah gone eh?" you mimicked her words from earlier and she glared at you.

"She doesn't exist. Come on, get your arse downstairs, we've got food to prepare," she berated you and with a huff, you hauled ass downstairs where Aliyah put you in charge of making the salad. You wasted away the last half an hour cutting up veg before the door rang. Your heart jumped in your chest as you nervously wiped your hands on a cloth you were fiddling with. You heard Sarah go to the door and open it, and the sounds of male voices down your corridor. You knew it was Mitch and Harry, as Ellie and Aliyah had both invited girls. Ellie gave you a nudge as you nervously peeked into the hallway and locked eyes with Harry again.

He was even more beautiful in the daylight, his hair pushed back by a pair of sunglasses perched on his head, wearing a loose linen shirt and some corduroy shorts. You admired his taste in fashion, it suited him very well and the short sleeved shirt was letting you admire his tanned tattooed arms. You could see his eyes running over your figure, hungrily taking in your curves that were accentuated by the dress you were wearing.

Mitch greeted you first, with a quick hug, still very aware that you were watching him like a hawk. Then the corridor cleared and it was just you and Harry there, staring awkwardly at each other.

"Hello love," he murmured moving towards you to wrap you up in a hug. He pressed a small kiss to your cheek as he did and you felt your face warming up.

"Hi Harry," you replied, leaning into him and calming down slight at the feeling of his arms wrapped around you.

"Want a drink?" you asked as you pulled back from him and he nodded so you led him into the kitchen where you had stored a bunch of beers.

As you opened the fridge and reached in to grab him one he leaned over and whispered in your ear.

"You look very pretty," he complimented and you blushed deeply, giggling slightly as you handed him the drink.

"You look alright I guess," you countered.

"Jeez thanks love, you do know how to charm a guy," he laughed in response and you mock curtsied for him.

"I try."

You easily bantered back and forth as you waited for everyone else to arrive and all the initial awkwardness completely dissipated between the two of you as you fell into an easy conversation. Eventually, Ellie and Aliyah's friends arrived, and after giving them a strict talking to in the hall not to get overexcited at the fact Harry Styles was casually at your Sunday barbeque, you all settled down in your back garden for some food.

Harry quickly settled down in the seat next to you, looping his arm casually around the back of your chair. Everyone gave you a look when he did it but you ignored them all and got stuck into a conversation with Mitch and Sarah about the upcoming tour and rehearsals.

Harry watched in awe again as you began to easily strike up a conversation with people at the table, quickly entertaining them with your charm and wit and he was quite happy to sit back and observe. You were so joyful and excited over everything and it made you a really fun person to be around.

The food was served, with help from Mitch and Harry who took turns manning the barbeque seeing as when you and Ellie tried, you almost set the garden on fire. Cooking wasn't your strong point, to say the least. You were put in charge of making cocktails instead and soon everyone was happily filling themselves with food and getting drunk off your mojitos. The feeling of the sun's rays on your skin, the delicious food, being slightly tipsy and having Harry sit so close felt like heaven. It was perfect in every way.

As everyone got drunker, you and Harry were sharing a few not-so-subtle glances and Harry's hand was now resting firmly on your exposed leg, rubbing it slightly with his thumb. Your leg was tingling where his hand lay but you weren't complaining and made no attempt to move it.

At around 4, after you had all been sitting on uncomfortable wooden chairs for a while, you all decided to move to the local common near your flat to sit and drink for a while. Gathering up the remainders of the alcohol and some snacks as well as a speaker, you all set off to find a secluded spot of grass on the common and set yourselves down there. You all settled under the shade of a tree as you had been properly scorched by the sun at this point and needed some respite.

Harry sat down with his back resting against the tree trunk and when you made a move to sit down near to him, he shook his head and grabbed your hand before you had a chance to sit. He pulled you over to him and sat you down between his legs, with your back against his chest. Sarah gave you a cheeky wink as you settled against him but you didn't care, this was the comfiest you had been all day.

You both participated in the conversation for a bit, nodding your head along to whatever song came on the speaker. However, you began to fall into your own world with Harry, with him whispering away in your ear as you turned your head slightly to look up at him and respond.

"Hm, I could stay like this forever," you mused quietly, your alcohol intake having removed any filter from what you were saying. It was true, however, his hands were rested on your tummy as he held you against him and you would be quite happy to stay like this forever.

"I'd like that," he replied quietly, pressing a small kiss to the top of your head and you smiled at the intimacy of it all. To any passerby, you would probably look like an actual couple the way you were acting.

"Hey Y/N?" he asked tentatively, sounding a bit nervous all of a sudden.

"Yeah?" you responded, absentmindedly fiddling with the rings on his fingers that were clasped together on your stomach.

"Uh... would you like to go on a date?" he stammered, and your heart swelled at the question. You looked up at him and his eyes were full of nerves and anticipation like he was a teenager asking out his first crush. You giggled and nodded quickly.

"I would love to go on a date with you," you accepted and a huge grin worked his way onto his face. Before you knew what was happening, he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips as he didn't want to pull you into a deep kiss in front of your friends, no matter how much he craved it.

"You're blushing again, it's cute," he pointed out and you hid your face in your hands as he chuckled.

"You make me blush too much," you huffed as he pulled your hands away from your face.

"Don't hide that pretty face from me, love," he teased.

"Stop making me blush then," you countered but he shook his head.

"Never."

Harry left after dinner that evening, but not before standing with you on your doorstep for too long, sharing a goodbye kiss where neither of you was willing to let the other go. If Sarah hadn't been coming to take the bins out and dragged you back inside, you would have probably stayed there all evening.

You went to bed very happy that night, dreaming of your date with Harry. You had decided to go out on the following Wednesday when you had a night off work and you were counting down the days.

Harry on the other hand couldn't sleep. He had told you that the date would be a surprise and that he would plan it but he had no idea where to start and his anxiety wasn't helping him think straight. While he was over the moon you had said yes, he wanted to make sure the first date was perfect.

Luckily, that following Monday in rehearsals, Sarah sidled up to him in one of their breaks. One look at her face and he already knew what she was about to talk about.

"Hello Sarah," he sighed as she sat herself down next to him.

"Alright don't look too happy to see me," she retorted and he turned to her with raised brows.

"Something on your mind?"

"I heard you have a date on Wednesday," she grinned knowingly and he blushed, looking at the floor.

"Maybe," he replied, smiling coyly.

"What are you planning? Promise I won't tell," she insisted but Harry's face fell.

"That's the problem, I have no idea where to take her," he worried.

"Well, you must have been on a first date before, what did you do then?"

"I don't know, usually a very fancy restaurant," he replied. Harry had exclusively dated quite famous or well-off people in the past who wanted luxurious and expensive dates but Harry wasn't too sure that was your vibe.

"Ok, well absolutely do not take her to one of those. She would hate it. But you do need to wow her. None of this movie and dinner bullshit, it needs to be fun and exciting. Something unusual," Sarah advised and Harry grinned.

"Thank you. Thank you so much," he said appreciatively, now with a better idea of what to do on your date.

"One more thing," Sarah began, sort of hesitantly. Harry nodded at her to continue.

"Y/N is really one of a kind. And I'm not saying that because I'm her best friend but you will genuinely never meet someone quite like her again. She finds joy in everything and she just loves life. However, it does mean that she ends up in bad situations because she struggles to see the bad in people and people will manipulate her because of just how she is. And yeah, sometimes she's a little crazy because she wants to enjoy herself and she likes to amuse other people and she does need calming down sometimes but do not, and I repeat do not ever try to stop her from being who she is. I've never met anyone who has so much love for everything or someone who can just always be continuously joyful and happy. It's what makes her Y/N and I hope no one ever takes that away from her. So don't you dare do that, got it?" Sarah threatened slightly and Harry had never seen her so passionate about anything before. With wide eyes, he nodded, trying to take in what Sarah had said.

"Sorry, got a bit carried away," Sarah said, shaking her head slightly but Harry stopped her.

"No, thank you. I needed to hear that," he grasped her shoulder gratefully and she nodded at him, before getting up and scurrying back over to Mitch. Harry sat there for a bit trying to process it all. He knew it was early days but he could already see himself becoming infatuated with you. He was addicted to your personality and your looks were almost illegal. Everything about you was perfect and he just wanted to get it right.

Wednesday came around quicker than you expected and you spent the whole afternoon freaking out over your upcoming date. Sarah and Mitch, who you had become quite friendly with after you'd stopped death glaring at him, sat in the living room watching you pace back and forth with amusement as you raved and ranted about all the 100s of possibilities and outcomes of this date.

"–like, will I stay over at his after? Does that mean I need a spare set of clothes? But then, does that make me seem too eager, or too presumptuous and what if he doesn't even want me to go home with him or what if he wants to come here and then I've just lugged a load of clothes around London for no reason whatsoever and what if..." you spiralled before Sarah cut you off.

"Jesus Y/N, that is enough! The ranting was amusing at first but my god is it boring now!" she exclaimed, running her hands through her hair in frustration.

"Sarah!" you cried but she shushed you.

"No, babes, you are really overthinking this. Now Harry has told you to wear something casual, so even if you do go back to his, I'm sure you can wear the same thing to come back home in, it will not kill you."

"Yeah but what if..." you started again.

"But what if nothing! Relax babes, please. You and Harry get on so well that I have no doubt in my mind that this date will be amazing. You already text every minute of the day so it's not like you can't talk to each other. You're just creating problems for yourself at this point," she pointed out and you sighed and relaxed your shoulders. She was right.

"I know," you mumbled, flopping down on the couch opposite her. "Just feels like I'm blindly diving into the deep end here and I'm so scared it will go wrong," you explained.

"Y/N, you have always prided yourself on the fact you will and can make the best out of any situation even if there's a good chance it will go wrong. So many things in life always have that what-if scenario. But you know you would regret it if you didn't at least try with Harry, you could sacrifice something amazing," she remarked.

"Where would I be without you Sarah Jones?" you smiled, Sarah's advice was always incredible and she always put you on the right track again.

"Probably jail."

After Sarah had successfully calmed you down, you realised it was 5 and you said you would meet Harry in Soho at 7, leaving you an hour to get ready before you needed to leave. Harry had said to go as casual as you wanted which you were glad about as you didn't have the time to think much about your outfit. It was a hot day in London, too hot for you so you knew it had to be shorts or a skirt or you would probably pass away. Luckily, after a bit of digging, you found a tight white linen skirt you hadn't worn yet and a funky printed shirt, that you had found at a vintage shop in east London. You had been looking for an excuse to wear it but you hadn't found a reason to yet. You knew it was a bit of risk but you liked taking risks with fashion and when you put the outfit on you were pleasantly surprised with how well it all worked out. You left the first three buttons of the shirt undone as a bit of a tease and then matched the outfit with some funky sunglasses and a small blue handbag. You looked cool and you were pretty proud you'd managed to pull it all together so quickly.

Your makeup took a bit longer, mostly because it was hard to keep your hand still enough to do your eyeliner, as it was shaking ever so slightly with nerves. You reemerged downstairs just before 6 where you found your whole flat and Mitch waiting for you to appear. They all squealed when you appeared, all complimenting your outfit and look as well as hyping you up quite a bit. When you had finally managed to escape their grasp and Sarah had finished trying to mum you, you walked out of your flat, feeling quite confident thanks to their help.

You walked leisurely to the tube station, mostly because you had a bit of time and you really didn't want to work up a sweat, even though you knew the minute you stood on the tube that was going to be very difficult as the Underground was a sauna during the summer months. You were listening to your hype playlist on full blast to try and work some of the nervous energy out before you saw Harry.

The Tube predictably was a nightmare and you emerged at Oxford Circus, desperately trying to cool yourself down. Harry had told you to meet him in a secluded park near to the station so you made your way there, trying desperately not to look like a sweaty mess but you weren't sure you were being very successful in that. But then you saw him and most of your stress melted away.

He was leaning against a lamppost on a quiet street in London, wearing some cream linen shorts, a white tank top and a short-sleeved white shirt thrown over that. His eyes were hidden by some big chunky sunglasses but his unmistakable grin revealed it was indeed him. You chuckled as you approached him, realising your outfits were quite similar and you had unintentionally matched.

As you reached him, he moved his arms from behind his back and produced a bouquet of sunflowers. Shocked slightly, as no boy had ever bought you flowers on a first date before, you took them, heart pounding at the gesture.

"I hope you like them. I know I'm probably supposed to buy roses or something like that but I like sunflowers. They're unique and they reminded me of you," Harry said shyly. You almost cried at his kind words but instead, you leaned up and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, trying to tell him how much you appreciated it.

"Thank you, Harry," you smiled as you pulled back, his face had lit up at your affection. "These are really beautiful."

"You're welcome love," he said, reaching down to grasp your empty hand, entangling his fingers with yours and starting to lead you down the road.

"Where are we going?" you wondered, desperate to find out.

"You'll just have to wait and see," he responded with a cheeky smile and you groaned in frustration.

"I've been trying to figure it out for days! Sarah can keep a secret too well," you huffed and Harry chuckled at you. He had run his date idea past Sarah and she had enthusiastically approved it.

You continued to pester him along the way but he was resolute in not telling you where you were going. Eventually, you had to give up and instead fell into a conversation about his upcoming tour.

"Are you nervous," you asked and he nodded.

"Very. I've never been the sole focus of everyone's attention before and like if I fuck up, I can't hide it behind anything, everyone will notice. Plus I'm debuting my own music, not music that people wanted me to write, music that I wanted to write. It feels personal and vulnerable and the idea of performing is like thrilling but terrifying at the same time," he explained and you nodded along. Listening to Harry talk was always fascinating.

"And then obviously you have those silly fears like what if no one shows up or no one knows the lyrics and it's just a really bad and awkward atmosphere," he continued.

"I'm sure that won't happen. I know people would do anything to see you. I'll come so at least you'll have one person who's there," you said nonchalantly but he whirled around to face you.

"You'll come to a show?!"

"Of course! I'd love to see you play and obviously, I wanna see Sarah perform as well. I was planning on coming to a few," you mumbled the last part but Harry looked overjoyed.

"Really?!"

You laughed at his shocked face. "Yes really, I'll come. I wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"That means a lot," he grinned. "I promise I'll put on a good show for you."

"You bloody better," you chuckled in response and he nudged you affectionately before suddenly stopping outside a building. You looked up and gasped in excitement when you saw where he had bought you. You had arrived outside a place called Swingers, which was an indoor mini-golf place where you could also get drunk off a load of cocktails. You had wanted to come for ages.

"Hope you like mini-golf," Harry laughed seeing the excitement on your face as you nodded eagerly.

"Watch your back Styles, I've got a mean swing," you smirked.

"Good at putting in the hole yeah?" he responded cheekily and you gasped and swatted his shoulder, your face flushing red at his innuendo.

"Careful," you warned. "Or you won't be putting it in any holes," you whispered the last part in his ear and he gulped, his eyes darkening with lust as you smirked at him and pulled him through the door.

Turns out, you sucked at golf and Harry was annoyingly good at it. He beat you by miles, but you had a ton of fun playing. You spent most of the time annoying other people trying to play because you and Harry would spend most of your time on each hole trying to knock each other's balls off the greens and not actually getting them into the holes. This meant each hole took you way too long but you didn't care, you were having way too much fun.

You emerged back on the streets of London at around 9, both lightly tipsy and laughing away as you swayed down the street, Harry pulling you into him, with his arm slung around your shoulders and your arm wrapped tightly around his waist.

"Where to now Rory McIlroy," you teased and he laughed at your little joke.

"Firstly, let's not start changing my name to famous golf players, secondly, it's a surprise. Again. But it does involve food."

"Oh thank god, I'm starving over here," you groaned.

Harry pulled you off the main roads at the point and down a few side streets which were all full of quirky-looking bars and restaurants making you very excited about where he was taking you next. As you turned onto one street, the distinct smell of bagels wafted up the street.

"You didn't!"

"I did. Welcome to the only bagel place open in London this late," he said proudly as you arrived at a small little cafe, which was bustling with people and playing loud music. The key thing, however, was that it serves bagels, your favourite food.

"Harry this is so cool, what the hell!" you gushed as you made your way inside. It was a small little cafe with a couple of tables and a bar where people were either pouring drinks or cooking food. It was pretty busy, with most people gathered near the bar but there was one table free which you quickly nabbed.

"What can I get you, love?" Harry inquired but you shook your head.

"No, it's ok, you paid for the golf, I'm happy to get the food."

"Y/N, please, let me spoil you. I've asked you on this date, so I'm paying," he said firmly and you grinned as you accepted it, realising there was no point in arguing. So you gave him your order and he bustled off to the bar while you sat there, grinning so wide your cheeks were aching. You had never been on a date this good before and you never wanted it to end.

Harry swiftly returned with the drinks and the food, and you both happily sat there munching away, as you rambled on about your job at the pub and your dreams for the future, Harry checking the room occasionally to check he hadn't been seen yet.

"I don't think I can work at the pub for much longer though. I love it and I love running a business and being around lots of people but I need to spread my wings for a bit. I want to travel and I want to try out lots of different things. I know it sounds crazy but there are so many things I want to experience that I think I'd go mad if I just stuck with one thing," you explained.

"Well, then I think you should absolutely go for it. There's no happiness to be found in holding yourself back from something because it's not deemed conventionally normal by society. Shouldn't matter if you don't want a 9-5 or to be doing the same thing for years, just do what makes you happy," Harry encouraged.

"Thank you, Harry. No one's ever really agreed with me before, they all think I'm crazy," you chuckled and he shrugged.

"I don't know why. There's something quite admirable about wanting to do your own thing. Not conforming to what other people want you to do. I wish I could have done that for a while," he admitted and you cocked your head curiously as you allowed him to explain what he meant. He let out a sigh and you knew whatever he was about to say was going to be heavy.

"I will never regret anything that happened with the band and I'm so grateful for the experience I had. Like I was happy during those years even though a lot of people think I wasn't. I just found it really difficult having to conform to the person people wanted me to be. Obviously, management was breathing down our necks constantly and everything we did was so closely controlled. I was labelled pretty early on as this ladies' man or this sex symbol and it made me so uncomfortable because that's not who I was. And it was just non-stop for years. I don't think I had a proper break until about 6 months ago. We always had to be making a new album, or on tour because we were told that's what we needed to be doing. I couldn't say no because I felt like I would be letting everyone down if I did. I barely saw my family for years and I was sick and exhausted quite a lot and I sometimes wish I could have just said something. And the stuff we were making was good and I'm proud of it but it wasn't me. It wasn't what I wanted to make. I think what makes it better, is that I am now able to do all of that but I also had that experience to help me discover who I am. I dunno, I think I have a very love-hate relationship with the last couple of years," he disclosed and you sat back in shock. You didn't expect Harry to open up to you the way he did. You could see he was a bit overwhelmed with it though so you reached across the table and took his large hand in your small ones.

"I could never have done what you did. I think you should be very proud of what you achieved in the last 6 years, but also I am so glad you are discovering who you really are and what you want to do without any restrictions or boundaries you wouldn't be allowed to cross. It's never too late to try something if you think it will make you really happy," you advised and Harry smiled softly across the table at you. He was constantly in awe of you and how you always seemed to be able to say the right thing.

"I like talking to you," he professed, moving his chair around the table so it was next to yours and he could be closer to you.

"I'm always here for you if you need a chat," you insisted. "You can always reach out to me, even if it's the middle of the night. I'll probably be awake anyway..." you continued but Harry could barely focus on what you were saying. Your promise to always be there for him was something he hadn't experienced in a while. He found it really hard to open up to people as a lot of people in his past had abused his trust or sold his secrets because of his fame. He felt like he could trust you though and his heart melted at the idea of you being there for him.

"Harry?" you called breaking him out of his chain of thoughts. "You ok? Went a bit quiet on me there."

"Sorry if this is a lot and we don't need to rush into anything, but I really like spending time with you.'' he started and your heart began to beat fast, wondering where he was going with this. "You make me feel safe and I like being here with you. It's nice. I wanna keep spending time with you."

"I wanna spend more time with you too. I... uh... well I really like you Harry," you expressed, blushing quite a bit. Harry swore under his breath at your admission before quickly cupping your face and kissing you. You both melted into each other, slightly moaning at the taste of each other on your tongues. You kissed as if you were dying of starvation and only Harry could keep you alive. The kiss was so incredible, that you kept your eyes closed after Harry had pulled away, savouring the way he had kissed you.

"I really like you too Y/N," he murmured against your lips before pressing his lips against yours again. It was so perfect.

You just couldn't see how this could go wrong.

part 2!!! i can see this becoming a bit longer than i intended but oh well. hope you enjoy!! sorry it took a while to write

sloane xx

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I know you said you don't want to touch Like A Poem because it's perfect as it is (you're right, it is). But hear me out here... there is still tension even though Joe and reader have now kissed. I'm not sure you're aware (obviously you are lol) but Joe and reader do not know each other at all. He knows she owns a book store, and she knows he likes his coffee black and that's pretty much it? Also I want to read about the funeral to be able to get over the grandfather dying so suddenly (why did you do this to me it made me sob) so I'm officially begging you to continue the story :))))

i don't know who you are, but i will find you - very sorry but will have to murder you. BIG SIGH. all right, i'm starting a "second season" to Like A Poem because of this request, and this is the first part. and hey. last thing. fuck you 🥰 Wordcount: 2.1K

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A Lot Like Love

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Thanks for coming,” you could hear your mother say softly to someone you didn't know. You were unsure if they were family, an old friend of the family, or even just someone who knew your grandfather who you'd never met before. There were a couple of aunts – great aunts – old, heavily perfumed ladies that weren't technically aunts and felt far removed from you, who you'd only see once every maybe 4 or 5 years. Maybe it was one of them.

“Thanks so much for being here today,” Your mother was operating on autopilot. She kind of had to, you thought. How else could she make it through this day? You felt guilty about not standing next to her, saying goodbye to all the guests, but there was not a chance you could host the way she could, speaking to everyone, smiling at everyone.

You just sat beside where she was standing by the door as people left, on a hard, cold church pew, and stared into space. You felt drained the way you feel drained after a huge cry, which, coincidentally, you’d just had. In front of a packed church too, which made it worse.

Your mother had written a beautiful letter to her father that she got to read up on the stand during the funeral, and she had done it without much show of emotion. All her words had been pronounced so clearly, no stutters or sobs got in the way of the back-row hearing it just as well as the front. When you'd gotten up to read a poem fitting for the occasion, you'd been a crying mess, voice high, needing to take breaks because your throat would close up completely - it was awful. And all those people staring at you, 75% per cent of them pairs of eyes you didn't know or recognize at all. None of them Joe's. You had vowed to yourself then that you'd never speak at a funeral again.

So, you kissed Joe yesterday. And then he had left shortly after. That didn't feel like enough to invite Joe to your grandfather's funeral the next morning, so you hadn't. Which was okay, your mother was there, and you know, other family members too. Not that you cared much about them, none were really in your life, but it was nice for them to pay their respects to your granddad.

When the last person had walked past your mother, she turned and came to sit down next to you. She sighed as she collapsed onto the bench, and you looked at her. She looked tired. Worse than you did. You just sat for a minute, empty stares into empty spaces.

“I don't want to go back to the store,” you said, slumping and resting your head on her shoulder.

“Then don't, take the day.” your mother suggested, but you shook your head.

“Anne's in there by herself now, running the ship. Not sure if she's doing it tightly, but, fingers crossed.” You lightly joked, crossing your fingers for effect, and it made your mother smile.

Up by the altar, you could see the pastor who had led the service, straightening some bits out, tidying the pieces of paper you'd left behind. Every move that was made, every little sound, was magnified by the acoustics of the building. You didn't like how cold churches felt, but you really appreciated the history and art of them. The vastness and grandiosity of them. You felt like the empty space between the pews and the tall ceilings was filled up with floating bubbles of nice thoughts and memories and even prayers for your granddad; all things people who had just left the venue had left behind. You weren't religious, but there was something nice about being sat in the back, letting those bubbles slowly come down and land on you, with your mother by your side.

“Hey, remember when I called you that one day about the actor that used the toilet at the store?” you suddenly thought of it, and wanted to take your mother's mind off the heavy and emotional morning you'd just struggled through. She could probably use some fun news, and didn't you carry around just the most fun bit of news right now?

“I met him,” your mother said, and it took you a second to let her words register inside your mind. You shot eyes at her, confused, and saw she was smiling. The only time your mother and Joe had been in the store at the same time, she had been stuck behind the till helping you out. There was not a chance that they had met that day. You would’ve seen.

“When?!” your voice was unexpectedly ear-piercing as it bounced from the tall walls. You instantly regretted saying it so loudly, seeing the pastor up front look at you.

“A while ago, I think... couple of weeks? At the bakery,” she said, like that really explained anything.

You sat up, straightening your back and you turned your body towards her as you waited for your mother to explain herself further. Had your mother forgotten the excitement in your voice when you had told her of your first meeting with Joe? How it had been so embarrassing that he had caught you falling to the floor after you thought he had left? How later you had explained that he had become somewhat of a friend to the store, that he would sometimes just be there for half a day? Why would she refrain that she actually met him in a fucking bakery?!

“Mum!” you impatiently hissed when she didn't seem to want to clarify herself at all. She took your arm and linked it with hers, forcing you to move back to sit next to her again, shoulders touching.

“It was after I helped that whole afternoon,” your mother made sure to whisper as she eyed the pastor who now seemed to be slowly making his way down the pews. You were likely going to be asked to leave if you weren't quiet, and your mother didn't want to step out back into the real world just yet. “There was a woman who had asked you for help twice, and you hadn't even acknowledged her because you were daydreaming, staring at someone. That's how I knew what he looked like.”

You scoffed. You could've googled, you thought.

You remember someone asking for help when you had noticed Joe and your granddad talking in those chairs. Had they tried to get your attention several times? Surely not. You definitely would've noticed.

“After your granddad and I left - you know that bakery that's opposite the flower shop granddad used to get sunflowers from? He was adamant we'd go inside, even though it was the end of the day, and nothing would be freshly baked.”

“And then Joe,” your mother elongated his name and looked at you as if she was peering over reading glasses. “Was in there, waiting to be helped.” You think back and remember how Joe had come back into the store later that day with baked goods that you shared when he had helped you restock the shelves.

“He said hi to granddad. Very polite.”

Joe was very polite, she was right. Then your mum leant into you slightly, as if the next thing she was going to say was a secret. “Granddad told him he would always get you pastries on Friday afternoons when you'd come visit after school, and I thought it was such a weird thing to say to someone practically a stranger, but Joe then added four croissants to his order.”

Your mother might as well have slapped you right across the face. The emotional memory you'd completely forgotten about hit you hard, combined with new information about Joe and your granddad scheming behind your back, your brain short-circuited.

Friday afternoon pastries with your grandfather. You’d look forward to it all week. You were only little, but he'd always have enough to feed at least four adults, you were sure. Different types of everything, but always two croissants. One for him, and one for you. It wasn’t until much later that you realized it was because your mother always had the late shift on Fridays and wouldn’t be able to cook, and your granddad had to work at the store, also not able to cook you a proper meal. It was a predicament that had morphed into a wonderful core childhood memory, one that you cherished with your entire being. You could feel tears pickle in the corners of your eyes as you tried to remember details, feelings, smells- anything to keep the memories fresh and live in your brain. You leant your head back to rest on your mother’s shoulder and thought you didn’t spend enough time with her. Her stopping by the store didn’t count as spending time, really.

“We didn't actually introduce ourselves,” your mother continued, and you couldn't help but chuckle. “Sounds like him,” you commented through a smile and a sniff. “When he left, it was our turn and dad said he didn’t even really want anything.” Whenever your mother would refer to him as ‘dad’ you knew that for a second you weren’t her daughter, but just a person she was talking to about her father. “He just asked for old bread to feed ducks and pigeons at the park.” You frowned a little. Had he just wanted to go into the bakery because he’d seen Joe in there? You’d never know the answer, you thought, which was frustrating but, in a way, it felt nice to have an empty page in this book just so you could fill it in for yourself with whatever story you so pleased.

How did he do this? Your grandfather wasn't even bloody��alive anymore, and yet, he had managed to make your heart feel so full in this moment. As if it was him, comforting you at his own funeral, and it felt ironic.

“We kissed yesterday.” You confessed then, and your felt your mother squeeze your arm tight to her body.

“Was it good?” your mum asked, and you elbowed into her side as an answer, the both of you grinning.

“Seriously, was it?” she coaxed, and it made you laugh out loud – too loud for inside a church.

“We’re in a church, mother!” you exclaimed theatrically. “Yea let’s leave before they add silly things onto the bill. Things like noise pollution,” your mother said after seeing strict eyes at her from the pastor who was now walking towards you in large steps. “Fifty extra quid for disturbing baby Jesus,” you joked, following her out.

You had dropped your mother off at home, promised each other to see each other more, and she told you to slow down – you knew what she meant – before making your way over to work. Stepping inside you were confronted with an odd situation, a scene you couldn’t initially make a whole lot of sense of, and Joe’s facial expression absolutely didn’t help. He seemed a little annoyed.

There were people in the store. Two guys, men you didn’t know, sitting in the armchairs. Customers. They were in their jackets, backpacks on the floor, a bag of shopping in between them. One of them was sat back and calmly reading the back of a book he’d picked up from the display in the window. The other was perched up on the very edge of the seat, elbows on knees, headphones on with his full attention on the phone he was holding.

Joe, as it so happened, was stood behind the till, pen in hand, writing things onto a sheet that, suspiciously, looked a lot like an inventory list. Like he worked there. Which, you know, he very much didn’t.

When you’d walked in, the bell had rung loudly and Joe hadn’t looked up initially, too busy with… work? But when he did look up, you saw his eyes soften and you noticed the littlest twinge in his face that showed empathy. Anne must’ve said you weren’t there because of the funeral. Speaking of…

Just as you were about to wonder where Anne was exactly, she walked out of the breakroom.

“You’re back.” She stated. No emotion, no smiles, no excitement. Just a fact.

“Yep.” You said back, your face still wrinkled in confusion. Anne picked up on it.

“His seat was taken,” Anne said, and you knew she was trying to explain to you why Joe was behind the till doing her job, but it didn’t feel like a seat being taken meant that Joe now had to work in the store. Sure, Anne was strange. But this seemed a little too far of a stretch.

“I had to poop.” she then deadpanned.

Ah.

“Got it.”

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brain frothing I need a cedric fic rn before I simply perish-

Hi cupnoodle! I'm working on your other request, it's about halfway done and I'm gonna get it done today. I'm also soooo sorry for the horrendous cliffhanger from the babysitter fic, I've been swamped w personal projects and Mental IllnessTM but for SURE!!! I'm gonna finish it I promise. I'm just gonna write a short one here so u don't perish from Cedric withdrawal (and comfort me cuz I'm going through it rn)

CedricXFem!Reader,

Comfort Fic <3

As title suggests, this is a comfort Fic with implied mentions of mental health issues, insomnia, blood/minor gore(?)/ Injury warning and cptsd. Just Cedric being so worried about u and trying to make you feel better. I'm sorry if the quality of this fic is iffy

Today, along with the rest of your shitty week, was just not going your way. As a servant in the castle, of course days are usually busy and a little hectic. Normally, you're able to navigate the highs and lows effectively enough, and whatever storms you can't weather you can always lean on your friends or partner, Cedric.

Well, that would be the case if King Roland didn't decide to throw a very last minute ball that was only a week away. The rigorous work coupled with no adequate time to prepare left you completely devoid of energy; so visiting friends seemed like a daunting task.

You also knew that whenever a ball was scheduled, Cedric was equally if not more busy than you preparing for a magic show. You usually give him his space to work in peace in these situations, but you find yourself yearning to just see his handsome face.

However, something inside you recently has kept you from reaching out to him.

You sigh deeply, rubbing your temples to try and ease the brain fog thickening in your mind. Multiple restless nights along with work related stress has your mind wandering to dark but familiar places.

Whenever you find yourself overwhelmed, bad memories and feelings always pop up more often than usual. You sigh again, willfully ignoring the tightening of your throat and the way your eyes felt sore from holding back tears.

As more dark thoughts churn in the forefront of your mind, you feel your actions going into autopilot. Turning dumbly to your task at hand, you lift the bulky box of decorations from the floor.

Because the box was so big, your field of vision was greatly reduced; coupled with you not paying attention, you missed the last step on the stairs back to the main castle.

You felt your heart drop as your body crumpled to the floor. The box quickly followed suit, the crashing sound of breaking glass activating your nervous system. You hear blood rush to your ears, and before you could stop it a sob escaped from your lips.

You weren't sure how much time passes, but eventually you will yourself to get up. Propping your hand off the floor, you begin to push off when a searing pain rips through your palm.

You cried out, yanking your hand back to your chest. Your eyes flick to your hand, dark red already trickling down in steady waves to your forearm. You see a piece of crystal embedded in your flesh, along with a nasty looking gash ripping across your palm.

You curse loudly, internally criticizing yourself for forgetting the broken glass on the floor. Even though the pain was growing in volume, you almost feel relief in a way- at least with this pain, your head finally feels clear.

With that clarity, you realize you need to get this wound dressed immediately. You scoot away from the hazardous material on the floor, using the stairs as leverage to get your body off the ground.

You suddenly hear Violet's familiar voice from the nearby corridor, and your body stiffens. You suddenly feel exposed, and wish to whatever forces above that they won't turn the corner to find you in the state you're in.

Your answers fell on deaf ears as Violet came rushing to your side, her eyes wide with confusion and shock.

"What happened, dear??" Violet exclaimed, taking in the mess before her.

"I missed a step on the stairs...." You croaked, cringing at how hoarse you sounded. You pray Violet wouldn't catch it, but she was never one to miss small details. Tearing her eyes from the ruined decorations, she takes you in with a worried look.

"Oh, are you alri-" Violet's words got caught in her throat, eyes bulging at the blood seeping from you. Her skin blanched, and you quickly tucked your hand out of sight in shame.

You stand there awkwardly, shame and guilt quickly traversing your body. You don't look Violet in the eyes, unable to witness her reaction anymore.

"I-I'll fe-f-fetch a doctor, right away!" The maid squeaks, already turning away from you to rush off. You didn't even have time to protest before she disappeared as quickly as she had come.

You stare in disbelief, and for some reason the interaction left you feeling angry. The pain from your palm swelled in time with your anger, making your skin buzz. Your breathing started to hitch as you attempted to take in a deep breath to calm down.

Feeling fed up with waiting, you find your body moving of its own accord. Wrapping your oozing hand in your skirts, you briskly walk to the destination you have in mind.

Cedric's workshop.

As you neared your destination, your body lost its furious pace; now replaced by a lingering feeling of dread. You knew Cedric wouldn't react well to you being hurt, and knowing this didn't make you feel any less anxious.

The dangerous thoughts clouding you earlier flicker in the depths of your brain again, in between worrying about Cedric's reaction. You blink rapidly to try and regain your focus, trudging up the sorcerer's staircase you've walked a million times.

Using the last ounce of courage you had, you timidly knocked on Cedric's door.

A moment of silence passes before you hear the familiar footsteps. Your heart leaped in your throat as his door cracked open, his angular face peeking out from the wooden frame.

Upon seeing you, his eyes immediately lit up. You can't help but crack a small smile at his happiness.

"Y/n! I was just thinking of you, darling!" Cedric purred as he opened the door. Within moments you tuck your injury closer to your side, thankful he still hasn't noticed.

You chuckle in response, trying not to sound too nervous.

"Really? ...All pure, innocent thoughts I hope?" You chirp back, tucking yourself against the wall to help conceal your hand from Cedric.

You looked up at his rose-tinted cheeks, and you let out a genuine chuckle this time.

Seeing your amused smirk, Cedric decided this time to be bold in his response. Before you could tease him further, he closed the gap and pressed his body against you.

As Cedric leaned in to connect his lips to yours, a flash of icy pain runs up your arm and into your elbow, sending shooting waves of agony throughout your body. You cried out loudly, instinctively shoving Cedric away from you.

With your arm now out in the open, there was nowhere left to hide. Cedric looks at you hurt and confused, but before you open your mouth his eyes drift on the source of your distress.

His eyebrows shot up immediately, worry lines etching onto his forehead. His golden eyes grew dark with fear, and you see his hands start to tremble. His mouth hangs open in shock, and while he's still processing you grab your opportunity to explain yourself.

"Okay, I know it looks bad, but- I just need to borrow some of your things to dress it. I'll be quick about it too, and then I'll be out of your way. Promise."

Your words feel more like a plea rather than a promise, and your body tenses in preparation of Cedric's answer.

Your eyes lock with his bright amber ones as Cedric stays eerily silent. You didn't expect such a... non-reaction, and that unnerved you moreso. You see multiple emotions whirl across his features; bewilderment, concern, shock. All in succession.

What surprised you the most, however, was the rising look of anger darkening his face.

"You'll be out the way?" Cedric echoed, his head tilted in exasperation.

"I... Well, yeah... You're busy right now, so-" You start, feeling yourself shrink with each passing word. Your words quickly died on your tongue as the storm brewing within Cedric's eyes grew.

He suddenly turns away from you sharply, almost making you flinch. Taking his wand from his robe, drawers magically flew open with a loud creak. Potions, a few bottles of herbs, and tightly bound cloth assemble midair and hover just above his head.

You hear the sorcerer muttering to himself, presumably double and triple checking to make sure he grabbed the correct ingredients.

Even though he was doing exactly as you asked, you can't help but feel a little... Hurt. . Even though logically you knew Cedric wasn't really mad at you, his upsetting stare carved a hole in your heart. You really didn't want to bother Cedric, and already felt bad for interrupting thus far with such a gruesome sight.

Insecurity writhed in your gut like a beastly thing, and you feel the urge to bolt back to the hallway you came from to wait for the doctor.

However, Cedric turned back to you before you could seriously consider the notion. His face was less pissed than before, now replaced with a furrowed brow of concentration.

"Alright, sit." Cedric commanded, placing down his things with a flick of the wand.

"What?" You question, your mind snapping back to reality.

Cedric sighed, placing his gloved hands on your shoulders.

"I need you to sit." Gently but firmly guiding your body to his work chair, he pushes you down into the seat. It begins to dawn on you that Cedric plans to treat your hand himself, contradictory to your plans.

You felt your heart warm at the gesture, and you bit your cheek to keep from grinning too hard. You feel just a touch lighter than before, and you say a silent prayer of thanks for Cedric's kindness.

However, you're quickly reminded Cedric was still upset with your wording, and it poisons your previous happiness.

You squirm a little in Cedric's seat as he preps himself. Taking off his leather gloves, he ferociously washes his arms in soap and hot water. You try not to linger on the curves of his hands and arms for too long, but in the end you end up staring anyways.

Sanitization complete, he sits and turns to you. You wordlessly offer your injured hand, and he in turn accepts it into his own. His hand was still hot from the water, and you exhaled in relief from the contact.

Cedric hums as he inspects the damage, the wheels turning in the back of his eyes. With his silent inspection done, his amber eyes flick upwards to you.

"This is quite the nasty one, love. I'm afraid I can't do anything until I get the glass out. And it must come out immediately." Cedric proclaimed, grabbing a delicate pair of large forceps that cheekily glistened in the afternoon sun.

The glare seemed to mock you, and for the first time today you feel fear for what would become of your hand.

"Right." You nod meekly, unsure of how to answer. Even though you train your face to be neutral, Cedric knows that it's a thinly veiled facade. He gives you a gentle apologetic smile, leaning to give you a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Not to worry though; in that cabinet below you there's something to dull the pain." Cedric nodded in the direction he was talking about.

"I suggest taking it liberally before I do anything further." Cedric eyes you with a slightly mischievous grin, and you return his smile with a confused yet slightly amused one yourself.

Cautiously opening the drawer, you find a bottle of spirits waiting for you.

"Booze?" You scoff wildly, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. You whip your head towards Cedric as he joins in with your laughter.

"I promise, it's the fastest acting remedy I have at the moment!" Cedric gushed, trying his best to keep a straight face.

"I'm actually lucky enough to not need to keep healing magicks around the castle." He added more somberly, his laughter dying down. His eyes cast downwards to your hand again, a pained expression on his face.

"I'm sorry." You offer a weak apology, gesturing to your injury. You're again reminded of your position as an intruder in Cedric's work flow. You sigh inwardly, feeling uncomfortable.

"What do you need to apologize for?" Cedric cooed, shaking his head.

"I.. I don't know." You confess, thinking back to what got you in this mess at all. If only you weren't so clumsy. If only your head wasn't your worst enemy, enmeshing you into a dangerous trap whenever you feel stressed. If only you'd reach out to Cedric this time around, instead of trying to shoulder everything alone. But none of what came to mind seemed to satisfy what you felt most sorry for at all- because all of it was true, and all of it was you.

Your fault.

"...For just, being me I suppose." You finished, your voice noticeably cracking. Your throat begins to tighten up, and your eyes stung with a familiar pain.

"Y/N-" Cedric starts, but you quickly reach for the bottle in the cabinet as an excuse to move your face away before the tears begin to fall. With blurred vision, you swipe the alcohol from its resting spot and try in a vain attempt to open it one handed.

"Let me help," Cedric reached towards you, muttering a short spell to release the cap to the bottle. You sighed in resignation, staring at the stone floor as you try to regain your composure.

"Thank you, Cedric." You speak softly.

You force your eyes to meet his, hoping that he could see that you weren't just thanking him for opening the bottle. You and Cedric lock eyes for a moment, and a beat of silence passes.

Cedric breaks the tension with a bittersweet smile. "You know, I wish I could comfort you with more than words at the moment. But sadly, I'm sterile." He groaned comically, hanging his hand while he held his arms up in mock defeat.

You snicker, holding up the hefty liquor bottle in response. "Well, I guess it doesn't matter if I end up forgetting today ever happened."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves." Cedric looks at you pointedly, tutting in disapproval.

"Right, of course. How could I forget?" You ask sarcastically, moreso talking to yourself more than Cedric. Before the bottle touches your lips, however, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist.

You stop, shooting Cedric a puzzled look.

"I'm glad you came to me when you needed help." Cedric held your gaze boldly, his eyes aflame with a passion that made your heart skip a beat.

"And even if you do end up forgetting today... I don't ever want you to forget how much I care for you. You're never "in my way", no matter how busy I look." Cedric shakes his head, and for a moment you feel like a scolded child. You look away from the sorcerer in shame, fidgeting in place.

Seeing you cast your eyes away, his hand gently leaves your wrist and settles against your cheek. Cedric's fingers and thumb coax your head back up to look him in the eyes again.

"I know you struggle with feeling otherwise- but you don't need to apologize for it, either. We all struggle with something; what matters is how we can get the help we need to overcome it. Alright?"

Cedric finished gently, his hand leaving your face too soon for your liking. You stare in silent awe at his proclamation, and then feel a swell of pride at how far he's come to be able to say that with confidence.

With your heart ready to burst and your eyes already misting over, you eagerly nod in approval of his words.

"Yes, I think I can drink to that." You squeezed out, lifting the bottle in a toast to Cedric. His eyes twinkle with love in response, a smile creeping along his cheeks.

You down as much as you could in one sitting, the fiery liquid scalding your throat. You bite back coughs as you give one last chug, setting the concoction down in haste.

"I'm... ready." You slur, your body immediately feeling heavy.

"Right; let's get to work then." Cedric nodded, grabbing the forceps on his work table with a slight hesitation.

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After about an hour of minor surgery, a few more swigs of alcohol, and a very distressed Violet storming Cedric's door to hunt you down (according to her, you left quite the horrific blood trail) you were thoroughly cleaned up and your hand was neatly bandaged.

While you were no longer incapacitated by your injury, you were just as helpless from being drunk during the procedure. Cedric had asked if you would rather see a doctor a couple of times, but honestly him taking care of you was the more appealing option.

Plus, the pain wasn't the only reason you needed a couple more drinks- this week was shit, and this was the first time you felt yourself loosen up.

"Alright, let's get you some fluids that isn't alcoholic in nature." Cedric chuckled, but you pouted as you relinquished the bottle to him.

"Oh, don't make that face at me. You've lost enough blood as it is without the alcohol thinning it." Cedric chided, mixing together fresh water with an herbal solution at his couldron.

You huff in response, laying your head lazily on the work table beside you. Your watch Cedric's face as he mixes together the solution meant for you, his brows burrowed and his lips purses in concentration. His white bangs hung slightly in his eyes, creating a dreamy curtain of silver as they catcyh the sun's rays.

Your cheeks already felt warm from being intoxicated, but now they burned like hot coals. Acting on a whim, you quietly get up from your chair to sneak behind Cedric. You knew he easily gets absorbed in his work, so even in your clumsy drunken state he hadn't realized your presence.

You slink to his side, your fingers eagerly reaching to touch his hair. Your fingertips brushed against the silky strands, catching Cedric's attention.

"Oh!" Cedric exclaimed, head raised in alarm at your sudden appearance.

"Haha, caught ya..!" You laughed, your body swaying dangerously in your delirium.

Cedric grabbed your waist, trying to steady you. You leaned in closer to him for support, your forehead resting comfortably into his chest.

"My, it seems you did..." Cedric murmured into your hair, gently stroking it. You hum in contentment, relishing the moment. He pulls you closer into a full embrace, and you return it swiftly.

"It seems like I have you now though, hm?" Cedric laughs lowly in your ear, and immediately you realize you've fallen perfectly into his trap.

"Damn..." You curse under your breath.

"So, what will you do with me?" You try to keep your face neutral, but you make sure to put in an extra flirtatious lilt to your voice.

You look up from your eyelashes to meet Cedric's face, and all he gives you in response is a raised eyebrow.

"Well, for starters... Make you drink this tea." Cedric thrust the cup into your face, and with a sigh you drink the beverage.

You wince at the intense bitter taste, and immediately you feel a little more sober. Reluctantly, you soldier on until it's all gone.

"Excellent. Now, to put you to bed." Cedric chirps, and before you can even process a flirty reply the sorcerer puts a finger to your lips.

"And no, not like that. So don't get any ideas." Cedric said sternly.

You chuckle, but say nothing in reply.

Cedric gently helps you to his bed, easing you down carefully and making sure your injury isn't being pressured.

You slowly get comfortable, sighing into the pillows as you inhale Cedric's scent.

"Would you like to drift off naturally, or would you like a sleep spell?" Cedric asked, already covering you with a blanket.

"Sleep spell... Please." You peek up at Cedric, taking in a final look of his eyes, his hair, his face, everything.

"All right." Cedric spoke softly, leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the lips. As his lips left yours, he uttered the spell you requested.

You feel the pull of sleep tug at your eyelids instantly, and you relax more into the fine down mattress. Cedric lingers by your side, watching to make sure the spell was taking effect. Seeing your eyes grow heavy, he whispers goodnight as he rises to return to his workshop.

Before you slip into unconsciousness, your last waking thought was how much you adored your sensational sorcerer.

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