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rommahh · 3 years

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{this show was off the walls. He looked so good. And the energy was just??}

You stood uncomfortably at your flights gate with Harry. After being with Harry for five shows, your anxiety had reached a peak leaving you to be faced with one of your worst panic attacks before the St. Louis show. Harry didn’t want you to feel so much mental pressure so he suggested that you go home, he even bought you a ticket without consulting with you.

Your shoulders were tense as you stood rigid next to Harry. You were beyond upset and sad. You felt like a burden who being sent away to make everyone else feel better.

“Love, it will be ok. I’ll see you in two weeks for the Nashville show.” Harry comments watching your face scrunch up withholding the tears. “I just want you to see your therapist for a few days.”

“I don’t wanna go. It was one panic attack. Ive done fine every other night and on the bus.” You huff not making eye contact with Harry. “You’re just sending me away.”

Harry feels his heart break in two. “That’s not-“

“We are now welcoming our first class passengers.” He was cut off by the attendant. You grab your duffle on the ground, opening your phone to the electronic ticket. You moved to get in the line but Harry was quick to grab your arm to stop you. You couldn’t stop the tears from welling in your eyes at the look of hurt on his face.

“You’re not even gonna say goodbye?” He whispers.

“Why should I? You said it for me when you purchased the ticket without even talking to me about it. I’ll call you when I land, I love you and goodbye.” You snatched your arm away, rushing to the slowly growing line of passengers.

Harry watched in defeat as you trudged onto the bridge that boarded onto the plane. You felt those traitorous tears push past the surface, your feet feeling like they were dragging behind you- wanting you to go back to your heart.

The entire flight home was painful. All hours spent on the flight looking lifelessly out of the window. Harry put you in first class but none of the comfortable perks could make you happy.

It was weird to walk back into your home with no one there walking in with you or even waiting for you. The house was dark and quiet and you felt scared to even be in the stupid beach side mansion all alone. Times like this made you regret moving in with Harry. This house only felt like home when he was there, any other time felt like your own personal solitary confinement.

Hey lovie, hope you’re flight went well. Having groceries delivered to the house for you. I love you and miss you. Xxx H.

You scoffed. That anger from before bubbling within you. He misses you? You left him on read, the pettiness easing the anger.

Harry’s eyebrows shot up at the small read notification under his sent message. He waited a few moments thinking maybe you just forgot to press send. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned into the next day.

You sat at the dining room table watching the waves eat up the sand and pull granules away at a time. Your laptop sat in front of you after you finished a telehealth therapy appointment. A ring sounded from the laptop signaling that someone was FaceTiming you.

Harry’s icon popped up in the corner of the screen. You hesitated before answering. You couldn’t bare to look at yourself in the camera knowing you looked a mess. Your eyes swollen from the sobbing during therapy. Harry thought you looked beautiful nonetheless.

“Good morning baby.” He broke the silence.

“Hi.” Was all you could muster. This wasn’t the two of you. You both would normally fill a space with sound and giggles and now it was just silence.

“How did you sleep?” He asks. He looked as disheveled as you. Hair messy, face red and puffy.

“Fine.” You didn’t look at him, playing with the frayed edges of your Live on Tour hoodie. Harry huffed in frustration.

“Is this how it will be from now on?” He snapped. Your head snapped up out of shock.

“You’re getting at me like somethings my fault!” You snapped back.

“Well, we didn’t leave on the right foot.”

“You sent me away!” You retaliate.

“No, I did not. You had a panic attack before I went on stage. I had to come on stage late because I was consoling you.”

You flinched at his comment and tone of voice.

“So it’s my fault? I can’t control the panic attacks. It wasn’t like I conjured one up for attention.” His lack of response broke you. “Really?”

“No, I don’t think you did it for attention but it’s a lot Y/N. I want to take you on tour with me but it’s a lot for me and you know it’s a lot for you.” He tries. His words hurt though. You’ve felt like a burden your entire life and to feel that way because of the love of your life hurts even more.

“Ok. Um, I have to go.” You choke out. Harry shakes his head, the weight of his words catching up with you.

“I didn’t mean it in that way. I love you and I only want to protect you.”

“Yeah, protect me by sending me away when things get tough. I’m sorry for being a burden Harry.” You hang up before he could get the last word in.

Harry sat on his hotel bed shocked. He doesn’t know how things escalated the way they did. He made her feel like a burden. His body racks with sobs as he thinks of how his love must be feeling.

The day of Harry’s Philly show you felt uneasy. You didn’t like not being with Harry. You got so used to your preshow rituals with him. It hurt to be left out after being so involved.

Harry felt the same way. His regret evident in the way that he couldn’t stop blowing up your phone with short apologies and messages. He woke up alone in the hotel room on the day of a show feeling like utter crap.

His stomach was in knots and his heart couldn’t stop pounding. Normally before a show you both would share a light meal and have small discussions about nothing. You both would take silly selfies together or watch tiktoks. But now it was just Harry.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket, impulsively clicking your contact to face time.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up…” He mutters. He lets out a sigh of relief when your face reveals.

“Hi, Harry.” You murmur, your face squished into a pillow, his pillow because it smells good.

“Hi-hi baby.” He stutters fidgeting in his seat.

“What do you need?”

“I need you. You’re not a burden. I want you here, not there but here. I have a show in a few hours and all I can think about is how you’re not here with me.” He cries. You sit up in the bed, tearing up watching your boyfriend cry. His shoulders shook with the sobs that wracked through his chest.

“Harry, please breathe. Your gonna hurt yourself.” You try to calm him down but can tell it’s not working.

“Come back.” He whimpers.

“I-I think I’m going to stay home until Nashville. We both need a breather from each other and I know I need to see my psychiatrist and probably get some new anxiety medication. Which will take the two weeks to kick in you know?” You reason. Harry wiped his face of tears nodding understandingly.

“Ok. I miss you though. I fucked up horribly by making you feel less than. I know you’re not a burden and I’d do anything for you. The stress of tour is starting to weigh on me and I took it out in you when I shouldnt have. I also thought I was keeping you safe by sending you home, but I shouldn’t have done that. Because we are a team, I shouldn’t be making choices for you.”

“Thank you for apologizing. I understand why you did what you did. You were trying to protect me, I know. I love you Bubby.” Harry felt his world come back together at the nickname, a signal that you two would be alright. “You have a show in like three hours, you need to get ready. Eat some food, drink water please, and I’ll go and scroll through TikTok and send you all of my faves ok?”

“Ok. Thank you for being everything to me. I couldn’t do what I do today if I didn’t have you in my life.” Harry’s sincerity made your heart swell.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. We will be alright. Now go!” You urged him to hang up the phone. He gave you one last smile before hanging up.

Watching Harry through some Instagram live wasn’t what you had planned for but it felt good to see him. He even wore the outfit you picked out with Harry lambert, the blue and pink paying homage to fine line. You’re heart gushes when he tells the crowd that he’s feeling really happy.

The next day you have another therapy appointment with your regular therapist, you even phone in Harry to join the call. You felt warm on the inside as your therapist reassured that you and Harry’s relationship was on the right path. She even said that you and Harry were meant to be together.

She didn’t have to tell Harry that for him to already know that information. I mean he had the ring sitting in his pocket to prove it.

#harry styles angst #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles love on tour #hslot #harry styles fic #harry styles

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babyloposts · 3 years

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MY HERO DAD-CANNONS

Summary: How my favorite boys would react to their child having a nightmare. Some single dad head cannons because my baby fever is back

Includes: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Kaminari Denki, Takami Keigo

Warnings: none, fluff, aged up characters, references to GN parent titles

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Bakugou:

He was up and down the hall as quickly as the first wail left his daughter’s mouth. He was desperately hoping that the screams were not from a villain trying to kidnap her.

He was relieved for only a second as he saw her safely tucked into bed as he left her earlier that night, but the worry came back as he saw her broken out in a cold sweat.

Careful not to startle her awake Katsuki rubbed her forehead gingerly removing the sweat and bangs from its place matted on the top of her head.

“Kid. Wake up.” His tone soft. The one he reserved only for her.

“Daddy?” Her brows furrowed and her eyelashes fluttered open to see a stoic yet comforting face.

“You okay? I think you were having a nightmare. Scared the hell out of me.” He chuckled, still soothing her as her breathing slowed.

“M-me too. I was so scared Dad. The monsters were trying to get me.”

“What monsters?” Katsuki feared the worst. What if she had seen a villain and they knew she was his kid. That could mean she was being watched and in danger. He couldn’t let anything happen to her.

“From the movie dad. The one I watched when hanging out with the Midoriya’s.” Bakugou’s face scrunched and his daughter winced in fear of being in trouble for watching a PG-13 movie.

“What’d I tell you about watching scary movies with Deku’s kid. Now look at you all scared with nightmares.” Bakugou scolded, but his expression softened. He was just glad she was safe.

“I’m sorry Dad. I won’t watch scary movies anymore. I don’t want any monsters to get me.”

“It’s okay. I promise I won’t let any monsters get you. They have to go through me first, alright squirt.” She nodded and gave Bakugou a small smile, knowing she was safe and in the most capable hands of the #2 hero.

Bakugou smoothed her hair back and placed a kiss to her forehead. “Love you squirt. Sweet Dreams.”

“I love you too Dad.”

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Midoriya:

Izuku is no stranger to weird dreams, but he had never expected his One for All induced visions to transfer to his daughter as well.

He wouldn’t even know if she hadn’t been weeping by his bedside at one in the morning.

“D-daddy.” A small voice warbled out next to Midoriya. His eyes shot open not expecting to see a teary eyed five year old only a few inches away from his face.

“What’s wrong Bubby?” Izuku quickly sat up in bed and moved to the edge of the bed, scooping the crying child into his arms.

“I had a bad dream.” She whimpered as he wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Aww I’m sorry.” He hugged her tightly to his chest rocking slightly to soothe her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

She nodded slightly before starting. “I was so scared Daddy. You were there and somebody—a bad man—stole your quirk away from you. He was too strong. And nobody would help you. Not even All Might. And I was too little to help you, Daddy and I’m so sorry.” And just like that the tears were flowing from her tear ducts again.

Izuku shushed her and started back trying to soothe her again. “Don’t worry, I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.” He brought his daughter back to her bedroom and tucked her into her Princess themed bed. “Are you comfy?” She asked and she nodded.

Izuku gave her a kiss to her temple before getting up to move to a bookshelf on the far side of the room. “Would you like to hear a story?” She nodded and Izuku climbed into the side of the bed and wrapped his arm around her.

Midoriya read the story book to her that were more kiddie versions of some of All Might’s best missions (even in fatherhood he was a total fanboy).

His daughter was knocked before he was even halfway through the book, the tales of heroism and safety lulling her into a peaceful sleep. Although she was peaceful and very cute Izuku had realized his grave mistake far too late.

His daughter was the lightest sleeper he knew. It would be almost impossible to remove himself from the bed without waking her up.

He tried several times to stand from the bed without causing her to stir, but ultimately failed and gave in to the reality that he’d be spending the night on the edge of a twin bed.

It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but Izuku would give up anything for his little girl, even the comforts of his own bed, to make her feel safe.

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Kaminari:

It took a lot to get Denki up, which wasn’t always a good thing having such a young child to look after. He was finally awoken by the third kick to his ribs by a little foot in bed.

“Ouch, what the-?” Denki whipped the blanket down to reveal a small body in the fetal position hunched against his side.

“Wha- hey Little Man. What happened? Why aren’t you sleeping in your big kid bed?”

The small boy was unmoving, pretending to be asleep to prevent being bothered or moved from his comfortable position.

“I know you’re not sleep, Buddy. Tell me what’s wrong. Please?” Finally Denki’s son’s head poked up from his arm shields and showed off his pouty face.

“I don’t want to sleep in my big kid. It’s too dark and scary in there. I don’t want to have bad dreams.” The child’s eyes started to water.

Denki sighed. “Bud, I thought we agreed that when you turned four you’d stop sleeping in Papa’s bed and sleep by yourself.”

“I don’t want to anymore. I’m scared. It’s too dark and you are too far away.” He whined. Denki knew that he was the age where he needed to start being able to self-soothe and sleep by himself, but he couldn’t deny his son. He was a good kid, maybe with a bit of separation anxiety, but all around he was pretty easy.

Denki’s nanny would probably scold him for babying his son, but he didn’t care. It’s not like Denki liked sleeping alone anyway.

“Bud, you can’t sleep down in the covers like that. You’ll get way too hot.” A small smile spread over Denki’s lips as his son shuffled his way up onto Denki’s chest with his arms wrapped around his neck in a death grip.

Denki chuckled once the grip loosened and rubbed his son’s back as he slipped into sleep. “Can we try sleeping in your big kid bed tomorrow night?” Denki whispered.

“I’ll try Papa, but no promises.” Denki chuckled and closed his eyes in content.

“That’s okay Buddy. I love you.”

“Love you too, Papa.”

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Takami Keigo:

Keigo really hoped that an intruder wasn’t in the house right now. He knew it was irrational to think, but stranger things have happened, plus he was already worked up from the last patrol he went on last night where he fought a surprisingly difficult villain.

Stealthily Kei climbed out of bed and sent a feather flying into the kitchen where the noise was coming from to scope out the intruder.

When he heard a high pitched scream and low thud he was actually more relieved than worried.

He rushed from behind his bedroom door out to see his son sat on the ground in front of the open refrigerator.

“The hell are you doing up? It’s 2 AM!” Keigo whisper yelled to ensure he didn’t bother the neighbors.

“Sorry Dad. I was hungry.”

“What are you still hungry for? You basically ate a whole chicken by yourself for dinner. At this rate keeping up with your eating habits cost more than the rent.” Takami chided, but he couldn’t be too mad, his son was a growing boy and they needed their sustenance.

“I’m sorry Dad. I just woke up and wanted a snack that’s all.” That’s what he said, but the glossiness in his son’s eyes gave him away.

Keigo bent over to pick up the food that had fallen out of the fridge and grab a carton of ice cream out of the freezer along with two spoons. His son watched his father intently as he moved to the kitchen island to sit and patted the stool next to him.

“Come sit down and have your snack.” Keigo sighed. Reluctantly his son sat down beside him and grabbed a spoon scooping into the slightly freezer burnt cookies and cream.

“So tell me what’s really going on. You wouldn’t tear up just from me knocking you on your ass earlier.” His son’s eyes grew wide, surprised that his dad had noticed that small detail.

“There’s nothing wrong.”

“I know when you’re lying to me Kid. So just go ahead and tell me.” Kei said wrapping an arm around his son’s shoulders.

He took a deep breath before finally caving. “I... I had a dream about Baba. When they died.” Keigo’s usual cocky demeanor faded away and his eyes softened as he recalled the painful memory.

“Wow.” Keigo said as he cleared his throat. “That uh... hasn’t happened for a while. I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault Dad. I just wished... I don’t know. I just miss them a lot.” He began to tear up again. Keigo sighed. It has been almost seven years since his significant other died tragically from cancer. Their son was just a kid then. What Five year old can really comprehend that and grieve a parent properly. Since then Kei’s been doing his best as a single Dad, but maybe he should have talked about them more.

“I know you miss them Kid. I do too. I miss them everyday, but you remind me of them. You’ve got the same face and spirit they had, so it’s like a little piece of ‘em is always with us. They’re in you.” Keigo’s grip tightened around his son’s shoulder and he left a comforting rub up and down his forearm.

“I know sayin all this isn’t going to bring them back, but just know they’re always in your heart and they loved you very much.”

“Thanks Dad.”

“No problem Kid. Just finish your ice cream and get to bed. I don’t want you late for school in the morning.”

His son nodded. Keigo stood from the island and ruffled the hair of his son before depositing his dirty spoon in the sink. Before he made it all the way to his bedroom a voice rang out behind him.

“I love you Dad.”

Keigo smiled softly. “Love you too Kid.”

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cartoonsaint · 2 years

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Hanahaki for Gordon/Benrey? ( I saw a post for Hanahaki earlier and I cannot stop rotating it in my head

anon, this isn't your fault, but here's 4500 goddamn words about it >:|

[ i edited some bits from the fanlore page to make hanahaki work for this. while benrey wouldn't know the flowers he's chokin on i thought it'd be nice if they meant something.]

Frenrey but Tommy's in it a bunch and Coomer too for a minute and Bubby gets a cameo, rated T, contains bl0od n body horr0r related to plants growing inside a person and a dude who can respawn abusin this ability thru, uh, well, makin himself dead but i PROMISE he's not angsty about it. also unwise decisions, stupid idiots in love, and irony. pre-canon. originally written out of order and technically a WIP (and wip it will remain, sorry lol)

“—couldn’t remember the word, so i—”

“You couldn’t remember— it’s two letters, dude, an I and a D, how could you not—?”

“SO,” Benrey says loudly, and Gordon rolls his eyes and picks up his forgotten cafeteria pizza again but he’s smiling, still listening, so Benrey swallows down some delighted sweet voice and waits for his friend to take a bite before he continues. “so i ask him if he has his passport.”

Just like Benrey planned, Gordon tries to laugh and chokes on his pizza. He erupts into a coughing, laughing fit, his face turning red and eyes watering enough to make the green in them glitter. Smug and trying very hard not to let on, Benrey graciously hands over the napkin he was holding onto for this very occasion.

Gordon snatches it from him to cough into, still giggling breathlessly. “You— passport?? That's not even close— so what the fuck did he even say, what'd he do?”

Benrey shrugs oh-so-casually like this was an everyday occurrence, even though it’d made him laugh all week thinking about telling Gordon. “he gave it to me.”

“He… what,” Gordon says, muffled into the napkin, bushy eyebrows high.

“he gave me his passport.”

“He—!? …Benrey.” Gordon carefully folds his napkin and sets it aside. He focuses all his attention on Benrey, incredulous and still obviously just a nudge away from bursting into laughter again. “You’re telling me that some random old dude you’ve never seen before came up to you in the Biohazard Department— the fucking!! Biohazard Department!!! At three in the morning, totally naked and covered in, fucking, slime? And then you couldn't remember the word "ID" so you— sorry, actually, what the fuck are you even supposed to do in that situation? Do they cover that in training? What did you do?”

Benrey leans back, hands behind his head, trying his hardest not to laugh. “i let him go.”

Gordon makes a noise somewhere between a snort and a whimper. He covers his face, but his disbelieving smile is still clear as day. It takes enormous effort for Benrey not to start wiggling in glee. Fuck, this is going so much better than he'd even imagined.

“You let him go. The random naked senior citizen in the middle of one of Black Mesa’s most dangerous departments. You just—”

“he had his passport. what was i supposed to do?” Benrey says, and to his immense pleasure the dam breaks.

Gordon throws his head back, his goofy lil laugh hiccuping out of him, and Benrey lets himself smirk. Victory. Game won. Match set. Yesssss.

It's taken a long fucking time to get here— to be able to sit with Gordon and make him laugh. To be friends. But Benrey's proud to say that he's friends with everybody who's nice, and even though Gordon had started off mean to him he'd just known he wasn't, not really. He was just weird, and didn't really do what other people did, and was always so sure people weren't gonna like him so he had to be mean first.

But Benrey's also weird and doesn't do what other people do, and he'd been determined, and hey, what's a year or two spent slowly getting to know someone who acts like he hates you when you're not really human and have all eternity before you and also just really, really want it?

Moments like this, where Gordon can't stop laughing and grabbing his arm across the table to shake him, where the months of poking and prodding at this rude weird guy to find his soft spots and be nice about them pay off— god, is it worth it. This moment is so fucking awesome Benrey kinda wants to stay here forever, watching Gordon crack up over something that Benrey's spent all week crafting specifically for this purpose, his pretty face all red and teary-eyed.

Early on Benrey'd had to cut back on some of the more obviously not-human shit with Gordon, but by now he's mostly acclimated to it. So when Benrey feels a bout of sweet voice coming on— totally natural, he's having fun with his friend, anyone would be feeling this way— he's all ready to let it out, but—

It catches in his throat.

Benrey's eyebrows crease; that's never happened before. He clears his throat to see if that'll help, but instead that makes something flutter in the back of his throat that nearly makes him gag (stupid human reflexes). He has to cough into his hand a few times, then a few more, and it's actually not helping at all— it feels almost like there's something stuck back there, something other than sweet voice or mucus or whatever other goop his human body is made out of.

"Woah, bud, you okay?"

bud!!! best buds!! "yeah man," Benrey tries to say, but instead the coughing gets worse. Gordon's laughter is gone and he's leaning forward, worried, which is not what Benrey wanted at all; with some effort and a little multi-dimensional cheating, Benrey pushes it off til later. He's fine right now. He's cool. Everything's fine.

"Oh wait hang on, I have— here," Gordon says, and takes out a whole fistful of cough drops from his labcoat pocket. He deposits them in a little pile beside Benrey's water. What a weirdo, why's he got all these cough drops? Benrey likes him a lot. "Hey, man, feel better, okay? I gotta run, but I'll catch you next week, yeah?"

"huh? oh yeah." Disappointment blooms in Benrey's chest but he plays it off, acting really casual as he soaks in this last little bit of time with Gordon, watching the long line of the guy's throat as he swallows one of his nerd pills and finishes off his soda. Gordon aims a grin at him and waves, striding off back into Black Mesa.

"seeya," Benrey murmurs, and as soon as Gordon's disappeared around a corner Benrey's cheat wears off and he practically hacks up a fucking lung, what the fuck?? He hasn't had a cough this bad in ages, especially not one that kinda makes it feel like he's almost being strangled from the inside.

It takes him over a minute but at last he gets whatever's blocking his throat out, coughing something wet and unpleasantly solid into his hand— gross— and he's admittedly curious and maybe a little baffled by the taste of iron in his mouth so he looks at it and—

What the fuck. Is that a fucking flower petal?

***

Benrey's seen shit like this before, in some movies and video game cutscenes. He's pretty sure it's not good, but the characters who get sick with this kinda flower-coughing shit always stay quiet about it so he does too. Unfortunately that doesn't help— over the course of the week it gets worse, with coughing attacks featuring more and more fully-formed petals until it's eventually full flowers accompanied by more blood than he likes.

By Friday Benrey’s forced to call in sick for work, his first time using a sick day for its actual purpose. He just stays in bed, trying to sleep around bouts of coughing up whole flowers, zinnia and yellow lily and heliotrope, feeling miserable and light-headed and kinda pissed off because what the hell, he was supposed to meet Gordon for lunch today—

And then he wakes up and feels completely fine.

He blinks at his ceiling. Experimentally, he tries to take in a deep breath. Though it definitely still smells like flowers and blood in here, he can fill his lungs with no problem. His headache and fatigue are gone; he feels fresh and brand new and honestly kinda hungry.

So he goes to swing his legs over the side of the bed to head into his shitty little dorm room kitchen, except he’s not on the edge of the bed like he’s supposed to be. He’s been pushed towards the wall because in the spot in bed he always sleeps in is a fully grown human being.

For a second his brain is just a series of !!!???!?!!??!??!? before he realizes that the person beside him is cold and totally limp and absolutely dead. He lets out a sigh of relief, except… wait a minute, random dead person in his bed is ALSO bad, how the fuck did they get here? Benrey's pretty sure he locked the door, and he hasn't killed anyone in ages and NEVER in his sleep, so what the fuck??

His mind races as much as it can, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on, until a mental lightbulb finally goes off and he thinks to brush away the bloody flowers covering the body’s face to find—

Himself.

Flowers grow from his eyes, his nose, and most of all his mouth, a riot of petals and stamens and pollen and blood. He’d been in a lot of pain, he remembers, but then he had also sort of drifted off. The flesh under his dead body's fingernails is blue. He must have suffocated.

Benrey’s never died outside of work before. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to do in this situation.

So he calls Tommy.

***

Tommy goes quiet the moment he sees the body. Benrey sticks his hands in his pockets and chews on a hoodie string while Tommy takes his time examining every inch of Benrey’s corpse, from toe to tulip.

Finally he asks for Benrey's help loading the body in his car. He's quiet on the drive to Black Mesa, and he lets Benrey take the lead in chatting with the on-duty guards and occasional scientist as they lug the body to the skull-grinding facility. After dropping it off Benrey assumes they're heading home, but Tommy turns down an unexpected hallway and Benrey gets his first inklings that maybe he might be in some kind of trouble.

Tommy pokes his head into a few late-night labs and fluorescent-lit breakrooms before they find one of the clone doctors. He’s meticulously loosening the screws that keep the breakroom tables together. Tommy sits opposite him and officially introduces Benrey to Doctor Coomer.

“Dr. Coomer, do you think you could tell Benrey here about Hanahaki Disease?"

"Of course!" Coomer says with a bright smile and begins to recite. "Hanahaki Disease is a disease characterized by the coughing up of buds, petals, and in late stages whole flowers. Without treatment, victims choke on their own blood and petals and inevitably die. It can be contracted when an individual suffers from romantic love they believe to be one-sided. Hanahaki Disease can be cured naturally if the affected's beloved honestly returns their feelings and confesses as such. It can also be temporarily treated through medication and cured completely through surgical removal; however, surgical removal of the infection also necessitates removal of both the victim's romantic feelings for and their memories of their beloved."

"cool," Benrey acknowledges. Kinda hardcore for squishy humans.

"So," Tommy says, steepling his long fingers together like he's some kinda businessman or something, "Benrey, who are you in love with?"

Benrey blinks. He turns to squint at Tommy, who is extremely tense and staring him down with dark eyes that flicker yellow. He puts the dots together.

"oh, s— s'not you," he says quickly.

"Really?"

Benrey makes eye contact for Tommy, letting all his feelings and shit show on his face as plainly as he can. "yea bro s'not you. really."

"Oh," Tommy says, and bursts into tears. Dr. Coomer, alarmed, hands over a napkin. Tommy blows his nose into it. "Thank god! Thank god, I'm really glad 'cause, because you know I can't—"

"yeah i know man you're fine," Benrey says, patting his back very gently. Tommy explained the whole "aromantic" thing to him ages ago, way back before Benrey was even thinking about being human himself, or else he woulda made about a hundred passes at him by now. "uhh but also. are you, uh. suuuure that’s what this is…?”

“Yeah,” Tommy says, and Benrey leans back in his chair to sing a big, long note of well-fuck-me yellow. If Tommy says it, it must be true.

“i don’t even know who it is,” Benrey says honestly. "n’ i feel fine. maybe dying fixed it?"

Turns out there's no books or articles about how respawning affects hanawhatever disease. Tommy makes him spend the rest of the weekend at his place just in case, where he determinedly distracts him from all thoughts of romance with video games, food not from a microwave, and Sunkist. Only late at night, after Tommy's been knocked out by his strict sleep schedule, does Benrey's mind wander.

He's never been in love before. He didn't even know that was something that could happen to him. How's he supposed to tell who it is? Will it make things weird if he has to get surgery or whatever? Is… is it maybe even possible that whoever it is could love him back?

He still feels fine on Monday so he goes to work, where things are the same as ever. He fixes a blown fuse, checks whitecoats' IDs, patrols the hallways that house the freaky shit that won't stop screaming, and uses his every spare second to chat with all his friends. He doesn't feel any different, no hints of coughing or floral taste or anything, so he's kinda feeling like he's in the clear. Hell yeah, being not really human.

He's in the middle of trying to reset one of the stupid physics puzzles in an empty hallway when he notices the sound of shoes slapping on linoleum coming from the hall over. He looks up just in time to see Gordon, frantic, sweaty, his ponytail in disarray, come sliding around the corner.

The second he sees Benrey, his face splits in a relieved grin. Benrey’s grinning back before he’s even processed the fact that Gordon’s been running in the halls (against the rules).

“Benrey!” He’s breathless, eyes sparkling as he pushes his hair back out of his face. “Hey, d’you think you could—”

“FREEMAN!!” someone roars from the direction Gordon came from. Gordon whips his head round in a panic, then turns back to Benrey with his hands clasped and big, desperate puppy dog eyes, like Sunkist’s but way cuter.

“Please hide me,” he whimpers and aw, what is Benrey supposed to say to that? He swipes his card to open the nearest door, gesturing Gordon in— “Thank you!!” he mouths, and then, unexpectedly, grabs Benrey himself to drag them both into the tiny unlit glorified janitor’s closet together.

“wh,” Benrey starts, but in the darkness Gordon's fingers find his face and cover his mouth. They're long and warm.

“Sh!!”

Together in the darkness they listen as someone storms towards their little closet… and then past it. They stay utterly still as whoever it is strides away grumbling to himself until they can't hear him at all. After a long moment of silence, Gordon sighs and drops his hand to Benrey’s shoulder.

“Thanks. Kinda thought he might kill me this time.” His voice is still quiet.

“what’d you do?” Benrey whispers. He blinks in the darkness, wishing his stupid human eyes would hurry up and adjust already. “steal his passport?”

Gordon snickers. “No, I just— look, every fuckin’ day for lunch this guy brings in some new, fucking, concoction of beans and mushrooms and, like, farts or something because it always smells terrible—”

“you stole his farts?”

"No, listen!! He, he’s got these casseroles and they take forever to heat up and there’s only one microwave and— okay, so today I actually remembered to bring lunch, right? But my burrito was still frozen and I’m not gonna eat a raw, frozen burrito just because Professor Magnethead needs the whole fuckin’ lunch hour to make his perfect, precious three-veggie mess—”

From the noise, to Benrey's delight, the picture emerges. “hang on— you stole his microwave?” In the darkness, Gordon makes a cute little guilty kinda sound. Holy shit?? “while he was using it? bro—”

“Nooo, you— you have to— you don’t know how hungry I was, man!! And I was only gonna need three and a half minutes if he had just waited, I tried to explain—”

“stealer? you stole??” Benrey says loudly. Gordon makes a really great giggly-protesting noise and puts his whole hand on Benrey’s face, which Benrey graciously allows because lol. “uhhh think i’m gonna have to bring you in, charges of stealing microwaves—”

Gordon sputters but against all odds manages to pull himself out of it. “Yeah? Corrections officer?” The sudden challenge in his voice sends an unexpected thrill through Benrey, from the fingers on his lips throughout his whole body. “How’re you gonna bring me in if you can't catch me?”

Benrey means to give him an incredulous look— they are crammed together in a tiny room, Gordon’s about as caught as can be without Benrey bringing out the handcuffs— but the door opens with a click!! and Gordon steps out into the blinding light of the hallway. Benrey blinks as Gordon grins at him over his shoulder, mischief in his pretty green eyes as he sprints a few steps away to bounce in place, waiting, inviting.

Benrey's eyebrows raise as he processes: Gordon expects him to chase him down, through their professional science-y workplace, over a joke?

Whatever the fuck is wrong with this guy, Benrey honestly kinda loves it.

He sets a foot back and prepares to dash after his weirdo friend—

But the breath catches in his lungs, something sticks in the back of his throat, and a sudden, painful cough wracks his body. Awkwardly Benrey aborts his forward momentum, sort of banging into the doorframe instead and leaning on it as he hacks into his elbow.

“Oh shit,” Gordon says, abandoning the game immediately to dart to Benrey’s side with concern in his eyes. That triggers another bout of coughing, one that tastes green but not sweet voice green, green like spinach or grass clippings or…

oh, Benrey thinks, realization rocketing through him. fuck.

“You still have that cough? I didn’t see you Friday; it really took you out, huh,” Gordon says, worried and totally oblivious as Benrey shies farther into the dark closet to try to hide the fact that he’s coughing up fucking petals, oh fuck, oh FUCK. “Here, I still have cough drops, here—”

“thanks,” Benrey says hoarsely. He tries to surreptitiously scatter the collected petals behind him as Gordon unwraps candy for him like he cares or something— shit, Benrey thinks as he feels another attack of hanafuckyou disease coming on, don’t think about that, idiot, don’t—

He manages to clear his throat enough that the flower bud stuck there ends up beneath his teeth, where he crushes it to gratifying little pieces alongside the cough drop Gordon gave him. Gordon wheezes.

“No, you— you’re not supposed to chew it, you’re supposed to suck it,” Gordon says, popping a cough drop of his own into his mouth. “Look, like this— you suck on it, see? Have you never had a cough drop before? Jesus.”

“you’d know a lot about sucking, huh,” Benrey says but he’s mostly on autopilot because he’s connecting the lines, thinking it through, the warmth and the excitement and how much he looks forward to seeing Gordon and how long it took them to get to this point and how he’s still not sure what did it, what finally convinced Gordon to give Benrey a chance, and if things get messed up Benrey doesn��t know how to even begin to try to get them back to the fucking awesome perfect new normal between them…

Gordon sputters, his cheeks flushing high and pretty. “I don’t know anything about sucking!” he exclaims, then snickers and buries his face in his hands. “Well— okay, I know the normal amount about sucking, the same as literally everybody, not— like this, I mean!” To Benrey’s dismay, he points to himself as he makes the stupidest face in the world, like he’s sucking on a lemon instead of a cherry-flavored cough drop, and Benrey can feel his lung capacity shrinking as the roots inside grow deeper. “Not like what you mean, whatever it is you mean—”

Benrey is in love with Gordon Freeman. And he can never, ever let on, no matter how many times it’ll kill him.

***

Benrey gets it down to a science.

Well, Tommy says that he does, anyways, so apparently science is a lot messier and more uncomfortable than Benrey realized. Like, he knew science sometimes killed shit, but he didn’t know it happened at minimum once a week.

Benrey chooses Fridays, even though that means he has to get up and drag himself into work early. He goes right to the skull-grinding facility (or the acid pools, or the shark tanks, or the “pita-cutting room,” or wherever a body is most needed), wastes a bullet, and then by the time he’s respawned he can officially clock in. Later he meets Gordon for lunch and gets reinfected with the stupid flower-lung-parasite thing because it’s easy as hell to fall in love with Gordon Freeman, even when he knows he should be trying not to. He spends the rest of the weekend trying not to think about Gordon and failing (especially once he convinces Gordon to play some TF2 and they get to spend a night or two together over voice chat after the guy’s kid has gone to bed), and as the workweek starts and he catches spare, precious minutes with Gordon between security guard shit, the infection worsens. By Thursday he's lucky if he manages to make it through the night without choking on huge, ostentatious blooms and thorny stems.

It gets… pretty bad.

“Benrey, this is— it’s pretty bad,” Tommy says to him. It’s a Tuesday evening and it’s starting to look like Benrey’s not gonna make it to Friday this week— he’s practically coughing up whole daffodils already and this time the plants' roots seem to have found a major artery or something because there’s way more blood. “I know the, the medications make you feel… weird, but you, you’re not supposed to be dying this much. It’s not good for you.”

“meuh mneuh mneuh,” Benrey says, then regrets it immediately when that practically wipes out all the energy he’s got. He has to spend a whole minute face-down, not moving, taking shallow little baby breaths til the world stops spinning. “s’fine.”

“...I want you to consider the surgery,” Tommy says firmly. Even though it’s probably more taxing on his body than is healthy, Benrey twists his head to glare at him so Tommy can see the betrayal. Uncharacteristically, Tommy glares right back. “I— I don’t like seeing you like this! I don’t want to. You’re my friend, and it hurts me to see you like this over a, a, a guy you won’t even talk to about it.”

That melts Benrey a bit. He doesn’t want to hurt Tommy. He loves Gordon, loves what they have together, really really doesn't want things to change, but…

He doesn’t quite have the strength for words right now, so he sweet voices a plain green bubble and forces his hand to cooperate into making a thumb's up. It’s worth it for the way Tommy’s face brightens.

or maybe s’not worth it, Benrey thinks as he jitters his foot, waiting for Gordon that Friday. He ended up suffocating again early Wednesday morning and wasn’t even lucky enough to be out of it this time. He shudders— slowly choking to death while thoroughly conscious is now officially one of his least favorite ways to go. Now he’s a little further into the disease than he usually is by his weekly Gordon lunch; he keeps having to remind himself not to breathe too deeply so he won’t start hacking up more fucking flowers in the middle of work. He definitely wants to avoid doing so in front of Gordon, even if he is gonna try to talk to him today.

Not that he's gonna get a chance to if Gordon doesn't turn up soon— he's already twenty minutes late. What the hell is taking him so long, s'not like he's the one with severely reduced lung capacity because he keeps falling in love with a stupid idiot. Benrey scowls, toeing the smear of blood he already accidentally hacked up on the sandy rock of the open-air cafeteria he and Gordon always meet at.

He waits and waits til finally, ten minutes til his break is up, his phone buzzes. He fumbles for it when he sees the name.

GORDON: hey sorry family emergency

Benrey’s pulse quickens.

benrey: your kid ok?

GORDON: yea joshie’s fine but i just found out BM’s transferring me

what? Benrey’s trying to figure out what to type when another text comes in.

GORDON: won’t be able to talk much with the new job, sorry, please don’t take it personally

benrey: ?

Gordon never answers. Benrey doesn’t see him at all that next week and he doesn’t show up at lunch on Friday. Calls go unanswered, and after a while Benrey figures out that he’s been blocked (what the fuck? what the fuck??) on just about everything, even TF2. For all intents and purposes, Gordon’s just gone.

But the hanahaki disease isn’t. Benrey’s still in love with him, but now it’s worse— he has no idea what happened, no idea what he did wrong, no way to even see Gordon and try to figure out if he should just give up or what. The deaths start coming quicker; even freshly respawned, Benrey’s coughing petals all over the place.

“Found him,” Tommy says tersely.

“huh?” Benrey says. He’s half-asleep face-first into Sunkist’s fur; Tommy has him stay over more nights than not nowadays.

“Mr. Freeman.”

Benrey bolts upright, loses two or three minutes to gagging on aloe and pink camelia, and finally manages to take a look at Tommy’s laptop without spraying blood all over it. He’s obviously hacked into something he’s not supposed to (against the rules, but awesome because it’s Tommy); it contains a schedule and locations under the file Gordon Freeman.

“bro,” Benrey says hoarsely. Tommy shrugs, a quick jerk of his shoulders.

“I want you to— if you talk to him and he turns you down, can you please consider getting the surgery? I, I can’t…” Tommy sighs. “I can’t keep cleaning bloodstains out of my bedsheets anymore.”

For the chance to talk to Gordon? Benrey owes Tommy. He agrees.

Which is how Benrey finds himself in an unfamiliar corridor he’s not technically supposed to be in, trying to breathe shallowly and look less anxiously, hopelessly heartsick than he really is, when for the first time in weeks he sees Gordon Freeman.

Whatever plans Benrey had flew out of his head the second he lays eyes on Gordon. His hair is a little longer, and he looks tired, and he’s distracted and looks kinda pissed and he’s beautiful. Benrey ought to step into his path and say something clever, get his attention and keep it again, but he finds himself frozen in place, tasting honeysuckle and tarragon, when Gordon turns those leaf-green eyes on him and…

“Howdy,” Gordon says, and walks right on by.

Benrey stares after him, mind not processing for a long moment because what. the fuck??

“hey,” Benrey calls, hurrying after his friend and maybe a little hurt and thus a little pissed. “hey, can i uh— uh…”

“Huh?” Gordon says, turning, and it takes Benrey a long second but between the sound of Gordon saying unfriendly, unfamiliar things he registers two facts.

First: there’s absolutely zero recognition in Gordon Freeman’s eyes. It’s like Benrey never spent all those months slowly figuring out how best to be nice to him, like they were never friends, like Benrey didn’t die to keep their friendship alive over and over and over again.

And second: beneath the padded collar of the ugly HEV suit is a large white bandage that covers up most of Gordon’s neck, the kind one might need when recovering from major surgery.

[you can find more of my writing here!]

#hlvrai #hlvrbtaiisa #frenrey #saint writes #hanahaki

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waddlenut · 3 years

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Masterlist of the masterlist - Harry Styles

I HAVE WRITTEN NONE OF THESE FANFICS, CREDITS TO THE WRITERS!

This is a masterlist of my reblogs :)

ONE DIRECTION

Fluff -

He doesn’t want to take advantage of you while you’re drunk (5/5)

You fall asleep on hijm in front of the boys (5/5)

Angst -

You get mobbed by paparazzi (Harry and Louis preference)

The one where your house is on fire and you are asleep (Niall preference)

You pass out (Niall)

Tiger (Niall finds his girlfriend looking in the mirror, judging her appearance)

HARRY STYLES

Fluff -

Choosing her (y/n overhears Harry sticking up for her)

The one where you have a huge fight and you are sick

Not your fault (fav. y/n has epilepsy and Harry feels helpless. TW - minor graphic description of an epilepsy attack)

Y/N is in a wheelchair and she is grocery shopping with Harry

Just talk (fav. y/n has a minor speech impediment and one of Harry’s friend makes fun of her for it. She doesn’t know how to react, Harry does.)

Tea mugs and tear stains (y/n gets overwhelmed and Harry helps)

Harry jokes about your moaning

A white t-shirt (Harry find out about y/n’s scars. TW - mentions selfharm/scars)

Y/N vomits down Harry’s gucci suit and Harry couldn’t give a shit (TW - throwing up)

Y/N falling in the shower and boyfriend!Harry getting ultra worried

You’re deaf and Harry is besotted with you

Cus y’laugh is pretty (in which Harry gets his wiskom teeth removed)

Y/N is stressed and Harry makes everything just a little bit better

Coming out to Harry as bisexual (good ending, no worries)

Sweater (y/n cold and steals Harry’s sweater)

Periods, pads and pain (Y/N is on her period)

Holding him (just pure love and affection)

He’s just jealous (fav. a small kids thinks Y/N is pretty and wants to sit with her)

My muse (TW - camille)

My hero (Harry being protective)

You’re poor and he doesn’t know

The best doctor (Y/N has chronic migraines)

First class (the one when Y/N and Harry meet during a long flight, and Harry makes a new little friend too) part 2

Your best friend negatively talks about you and Harry’s relationship and he overhears

Your english is so good yet, and someone makes fun of it. Harry does not appericiate that

The best gift (fav. Y/N can’t afford Harry’s life style. angst w/ fluff)

Right place, right time (fav. When someone starts following the reader, Harry is the prince on a white horse)

Harry points you out at his concert part 2 part 3

Y/N has an asthma attack at Harry’s place

Y/N gets drunk and uses Harry’s dick as a microphone

Y/N is breastfeeding in public and a man started saying rude remarkt to her, Harry knows how te react (fav)

Families meet (one where Harry’s family and Y/N Mexican family meet)

Her good baby (fav. Y/N has been really busy with a family program and kinda forgets about Harry. That’s until he breaks)

Spill your guts or fill your guts (based on spill you guts or fill your guts with Harry and Kendall but instead of Kendall it’s you)

Harry think Y/N and the kids forgot his birthday (fav)

CEO!Harry bring this baby angel to work, all fun until she gets lost

Y/N accidentally eating Harry’s edibles

Harry just cannot believe how much he loves

Harry and Y/N’s first thanksgiving in their home and a little announcement

Candy Wrappers (Harry loves candy, that results in a house full of candy wrappers)

Harry dating a curvy girl

Y/N and Harry’s home birth doesn’t go as planned

Under the canyon moon (dad!harry blowing raspberries into bubs tummy but they get a rash)

Y/N is in London while he is LA during quarantine (fav)

Quarantining with dad!Harry and your bub

Harry feels neglected when Y/N spends lots of time with Anne

Pregnant (where you’re pregnant during the corona outbreak and Harry is super protective)

Sunflower vol.6: the fic (fav. Y/N has tourette syndrome and Harry falls in love)

Bad days and good days (Y/N has depression and Harry takes care of her. TW - mentions of depression)

Mornings with the Styles family

Y/N following Harry around the house because she got scared watching a movie

Better than melatonin (Harry’s songs help you sleep)

Harry doing baby bubs hair in the bathroom while she’s facetiming Mitch (fav)

Harry helps you through childbirth

Anasthesia and letting go (reader has gotten their wisdome teeth removed and Harry takes care of them)

Getting naked in front of Harry for the first time

Harry reads Y/N a story to help her drift off to sleep

Want a chicken nugget (you’re taking a shower and Harry, knowing your love for chicken nuggets, comes and gives you one)

Rainbow cardigan (Harry loses his favorite cardigan. You learn how to knit)

My shy little boy (Y/N’s son is too shy to play with other kids at Anne’s house)

Golden dancing (fav. Harry is on stage singing golden and little Artemis comes running on stage and starts dancing)

Daddy (Artemis calls Harry daddy for the first time)

The first meeting (Y/N and Artemis met a handsome (to Y/N) and intimidating (to Artemis) man)

Watermelon suger (behind the scenes) (Shots of long-term girlfriend Y/N in watermelon suger. TW - some strong language)

Roses and vanilla (in which Y/N and Harry aren’t really close until Y/N falls in the shower, and Harry falls in love)

Babbles (bubby crying during a show just to get Harry’s attention so they can go on stage and babble into the mic)

No kids (H and his partner deciding not to have children)

Toxic family (fav. The reader doesn’t have the best family, lucky for them, the Styles are basically their family)

Harry’s son runs on stage

Listen to me (fav. Autistic!reader has a difficult moment)

Angst -

You pass out backstage

You have paranoia disorder

Can you leave? (fav. ceo!harry)

Complains (In which Y/N heard Harry complainging about her)

Taken (your abusive ex tries to contact you when Harry’s away on your. (TW - name calling and slight violence)

Autistic!reader has an interview with Harry (fav)

You get into a car accident when Harry’s in the middel of a concert part 2

Too busy for a baby (TW - harry’s an asshole + mentions of pregnancy)

Y/N gets anxiety at one of Harry’s concerts. (TW - anxiety and guns are mentioned)

He kicks you out of the car. (fav) part 2

Long way down (the one where she tinks he’s being unfaithful, and he questions the trust in their relationship. TW - mentions of creating and pregnancy complications) part 2

The one where you have a huge fight and you are sick

There’s a rumor being spread about you

Remember me (Harry forgets your birthday)

Harry calls Y/N clingy and she leaves

Harm done (fav. Y/N makes Harry food but he doesn’t even like it)

Harry coming home to find Y/N locked herself up in the washroom

Don’t touch her (you’re in the crowd and somebody touches you while Harry’s performing. TW - sexual harassment and mild assault)

Why would you keep something like this from me? (In which she’s been feeling umcomfortable and doesn’t tell Harry. TW - mentions of assault)

Y/N and Harry get in a bad argument and Y/N gets a panic attack (TW - panic attack)

And I can’t give that to you (fav. In which Harry suffers from seasonal depression ands he doesn’t know how to help)

So tired (you join Harry on tour but he seems to have other prirorites. Angst w/ fluff on the way) part 2

You have self-esteem issues (TW - talking about low self-esteem)

Y/N has an anxiety attack at a concert and calls Harry (TW - anxiety attack)

Even if it was momentary (in which Harry is forced to watch his worst nightmare)

Little white lie (a television talk show host feels you up backstage and you don’t tell Harry. TW - sexual harassment) part 2

He hides the fact that he’s sick on tour form you and insults you when you try to take care of him

There’s an intruder in her house (Harry comes home to find his girlfriend is being threatenend by an intruder. TW - some curse words, mentions of sex & just in general subject of break ins and panic)

Narcissistic behaviour (Harry loves to talka bout himself, but it’s suppose to be Y/N’s special day)

Miss you (where Y/N loses Harry’s rose ring and he gives them the silent treatment)

Dizzy (Y/N gets hurt on Harry’s watch. TW - fainting/passing out)

Happy birthday (in which Y/N throws Harry a suprise birthday party, but Harry ends up making her cry)

Harry comparing you to Camille

Exhaustedly in love (Y/N passes out as soon as Harry comes home from tour because she has been studying day and night)

Go home (in which Harry is jet lagged and you’re completely humiliated) part 2

Get out (Y/N is done with Harry being busy with work all the time) part 2

Anesthesia and apologies (fav)

Y/N has a condition that makes her have seizures (TW - mentions of seizures)

Harry loses his baby angel while shopping

Harry complains to the boys about Y/N and his sex life part 2

You’re in love with Harry but your self-doubt won’t believe he’s in love with you

Don’t shout (Harry doesn’t know what to do after he lied to Y/N)

Make it up to you (Harry loses his temper and almost hits you. TW - almost being hit by a lover and swearing)

I’ll get there (Y/N has been struggling with her body image ever since she was a teenager, but now that she was becoming a big time model, it had only gotten worse. TW - mentions of eating disorders and symptoms similair to those of a panic attack)

Smut -

Harry comes home to Y/N being in subspace but he doesn’t realize

Needy baby (the one where Harry’s bakc from tour and his girl really just needs to feel him)

Shower head

Harry gets emotional because he loves you so much

Taste my lips, feel my touch (Y/N’s stuck in subspace and Harry helps her out of it)

Where Harry is an asshole CEO but Y/N is his little love

Happy anniversary

Y/N goes into sub space when she is overwhelmed, but now it happend in public

Then again sometimes I get really sweet (TW - belly humping)

This cutest thing ever

Crossing the finish line

Right choice (Harry has a moustache now and you want get it sticky. TW - swearings, sexual intercourse and a sticky moustache)

Timing (Harry cumming early and he is upset and disappointed)

Cause I’m high, chewing on your taste (TW - Sub!Harry, H in fishnets and pegging)

Out in the heartland (It’s Harry’s birthday and you have a very special gift for him. TW - daddy kink, pegging, anal fingering and rimming)

#one direction masterlist #harry styles masterlist

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fayemarvels · 3 years

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My love, my soulmate

!Soulmate! Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Ever since Bucky escaped hydra, he didn't want to think about his soulmate. His tattoo was always taunting him and he taught he would end up alone. When she came into the tower, he couldn't stay away. something was pulling him to her. What is it?

word count : 1.5 k

warnings: none, bad writing ?

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Ever since he was a little boy, Bucky always dreamed of finding his soul mate. Many men and boys in the 40’s didn’t like the idea of soul mates because they didn’t want to be tied to one person for the rest of their life. Bucky wasn’t one of them. He loved the idea of soul mates.

He loved that there is a person somewhere in the world that was made to be his other half. While his boy classmates talked about how they didn’t want to meet their soul mates, Bucky was daydreaming about the moment he would meet his soul mate. But his dreams were crushed when he fell off the train.

When he finally got away from hydra, Bucky didn’t have much time to think about his soul mate. And to be honest, he didn’t want to think about them. He always taught that they died years ago and every time he taught about it, his heart would break a little.

His soul mate mark also didn’t help. He was sure the little sunflower on the inside of his palm was always taunting him and saying. “You will die alone. Haha!” He taught about covering it up but quickly changed his mind. This is the only thing he has of them! How could he even think about getting it removed? He always felt guilty.

He woke up at about 8 o’clock. He got out of bed, took a shower, and went down to the kitchen. When he arrived there, he noticed Tony and a young woman talking. The first thing he took notice of was her beautiful smile. He was sure it could light up the darkest room in the entire universe.

He shook his head and walked over to the coffee maker. When he turned around to sneakily look at her again, she and Tony were both gone. He sighed in disappointment and went to make himself some breakfast.

“Hello.” He turned around and his eyes widened. It was her, the mystery lady. She smiled at him and he smiled back.

“I’m (Y/N) we saw each other briefly in the kitchen this morning.” She spoke and his heart nearly burst out of his chest. What was wrong with him? Why was he like this?

“Hello, I’m Bucky. Pleasure to meet you. “ He offered to shake her hand and she took it. Her skin was really soft. He shook his head and smiled at her.

“I hope to get to know you better.” She grinned at him and he blushed. God, what was happening to him.

5 months later

“I told you, I don’t want to watch Harry Potter again!” she argued loudly while Bucky rolled his eyes. He couldn’t stand her sometimes. Not only was she insulting his favorite movies, but she was also laying in his place on the couch.

“You picked the movie like three times in a row!” He complained and she just smirked.

”It’s not my fault all things you pick are shit!” He laughed and flopped on top of her. She grunted when he landed and he smirked at her.

“You steal my spot, you are going to pay for it.” He threatened and started tickling her. She squealed and tried to get away from him. After a few minutes, he stopped to let her catch her breath.

“Name your price kind sir.” She teased and he taught about it for a minute.

“I want you to cuddle me the entire night.” He said and she rolled her eyes. It’s not like it wouldn’t happen anyway. He found a comfortable position and made grabby hands at her. She shook her head in disbelieve and crawled closer to him. He pulled her into his lap and she smiled softly.

“I still want to watch Harry Potter.” She groaned and he just laughed.

They were about three movies in when he realized that she was already sleeping. He decided to be a good friend and take her into her bed instead of leaving her to sleep on the uncomfortable couch. He picked her up bridal style but froze when she moved a little in her sleep.

She moved around a bit but what really took him by surprise was her nuzzling into his neck. He smiled at her and took her into her bedroom. He decided to take off her sweatpants and get her under the covers. He looked at her wrist and realized she had a bunch of metal bracelets. He took them off one by one.

Then, he saw it. A little sunflower tattoo on the inside of her wrist. The same as his one. He looked at her in disbelieve and decided to talk to her about it in the morning.

He couldn’t sleep that night. The only thing he could think about was her. She was his soul mate. He had his soul mate close to him this entire time. He closed his eyes and let sleep take over him.

He jumped out of the bed in the morning and ran straight into her room. She wasn’t there but he could hear her shower running. He decided to wait for her. First, he walked to the bathroom door and knocked loudly.

“Hey, doll. I’m here just wanted to let you know so you wouldn’t walk out naked.” He informed her and she gave him a response. When she walked out of the bathroom in about 15 minutes, Bucky was laying on her bed with his back to the door.

“So, why are you here so early?” she asked and he turned around. She looked so beautiful. Wrapped up in a fluffy green bathrobe, looking like a goddess. He gulped nervously and sat up with his back to her headboard.

“I saw something yesterday and wanted to ask you about it.” She looked at him puzzled and he continued.

“Your soul mate tattoo. I didn’t look at it on purpose I just wanted to get you comfortable for the night.” He explained himself quickly and she shushed him. She stretched her hand towards him and he took it slowly in his own. He ran his fingers over the tattoo and smiled absentmindedly.

“What’s so funny hmm?” she questioned and he took a deep breath. It’s now or never.

“I want to show you my tattoo but please, just … don’t freak out.” He pulled his sleeve to his elbow and turned his wrist towards her. All of her movement froze and Bucky’s heart stopped. 'She’s disappointed it’s me.' He taught to himself and he looked to the ground.

She put her fingers on his chin and turned his head to look at her. When he looked at her face he could see tears streaming down her face. He panicked and stood up but she just shook her head and made him sit back down on her bed.

“I can’t believe it’s you.” She whispered to him and sat on his lap. He looked at her confused and she continued.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you ever since I saw you in the kitchen the first day I came here.” She confessed and looked at the ground embarrassed. He took her jaw in his hand and made her look at him.

“I’ve had the biggest crush on you too. For such a long time.” He confessed. They looked at each other for a few moments before he saw her looking at his lips. She looked back into his eyes and asked quietly.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” He only nodded his head and she leaned in slowly. She leaned in and stopped about a centimeter away from his lips. She wanted him to make the final move. She wanted him to be comfortable.

He leaned in all the way and locked his lips with her. They pulled away breathless and Bucky put his face into her neck shyly. She squeezed his shoulders and he put a kiss on her neck.

“I am so happy.” He said and (Y/N) recognized the slight crack in his voice. She pulled away from him slightly and looked at his face.

“Why are you crying bubby?” she asked and he shook his head. She looked at him with worry in her eyes and he sat up straight.

“I am really, really happy. You make me so happy.” She planted a kiss on his forehead and he smiled widely. They moved from their position to snuggle up in her bed. After a few minutes he giggled loudly and she looked at him confused.

“What’s so funny bub?” he looked at her and said lovingly.

”You called me bubby and bub and I really like it.” He rambled and she put a finger on his lips.

“Bubby, let’s go get some breakfast ok? I’m really starving.” He nodded and stood up from her bed. He walked to her closet and took one of her big hoodies and put it on him. She watched him from her spot and couldn’t stop smiling. He looked back at her, offered her his hand, and pulled her up.

They started to walk into the kitchen. He stopped walking and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I can’t believe I found you. I wanted this my whole life” he blurt out.

They finally found each other and they couldn’t be happier.

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- Faye

#the avengers #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #soulmate au #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky fluff

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helpimhyperfixating · 2 years

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Dear Gogo,

I often catch myself wondering what it is I have done to deserve you but I'm still learning to stop wondering. I'm trying to learn to accept the fact that you're a gift I don't deserve.

You are sweet, so incredibly selfless, kind and absolutely adorable. My soulmate.

It's even more adorable seeing that you're so unaware of how much of a beautiful soul you are.

Bubby, you are my everything.

You know my struggles and all my faults which could overwhelm anyone yet you choose to love me daily. Thank you for being there when I'm at my lowest.

I want you to know I'll always be there for you, just like you're always there for me. I'll be your cuddly baby bun. I'm not going anywhere but the places you will take me in life.

You deserve the world and more. I love you, my little Owly.

Love, Bini

Fuck now I’m crying again.

I already cried when I first read it when you sent it in, but now that I came to answer it I’m crying again 😭

You deserve way more than just me n I love you too Bun

I will smack that into you as many times as I have to

Yesterday was awful, today I’ve been dead, but thank you for listening to me rant and cry ;-;

Bingo for the rest of our lives ❤️

#hih answers #bingo cuddles #out of context people could totally think we are dating huh? xD #we be pulling fast ones on em

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slashersins · 4 years

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I love your writing!! Would you write for a s/o admiring the squishy bellies of Michael, Jason, Brahms and Bubba? Thank you so much!

FUCK ME UP WITH THIS SQUISHY BELLY GOOD SHIT

I love your writing!! Would you write for a s/o admiring the squishy bellies of Michael, Jason, Brahms and Bubba? Thank you so much!

michael .

he’s so much like a cat , you think as your try to figure how much more michael will take before forcing you to stop . maybe just one more ? you smile , pressing a soft kiss to his belly , giving it a soft squeeze as your eyes drift back up to michael . his eyes are hard , cold and glaring . but he still hasn’t shoved you away . you can’t help yourself as you lift up , giving his soft belly another squeeze . “ you’re eating too much cake . but i think i like it . big scary , soft tummied boogieman . ” it seemed that was where he drew the line , putting his hand on your face and pushing you away . you couldn’t help but laugh , smiling despite how michael was shoving you away . maybe you could kiss and squeeze that now chubby belly of his some more if you made some brownies . .

jason

to say he was completely and utterly embarrassed was an understatement . his pants wouldn’t button , and you were attempting to help . and attempting was a strong word . you were feeling him up . ignoring his pants as you ran your hands up and down his belly , a mischievous look on your face . “ i guess you just can’t wear pants . ” jason huffs and pouts , one hand moving to pull down his shirt and hide his chub . .you retaliate by wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him in close , nuzzling that nice belly . “ you’re so cute and soft , jason . you big soft boy . and i love this little tummy . ” he has to look away , hiding his face in his hands as you continue showing him in affection .

brahms

any touch is good touch . and he can’t help but squirm as you run your hands over his belly . it’s all your fault it’s gotten bigger , but he can’t complain because ever since he started putting on weight you’ve been touching him more . he can’t take much of your wandering hands , hips rocking up in need , but you ignore it to press teasing kisses and nip at his lower belly . you know exactly what you’re doing . and brahms is weak . if keeping a little bit of fat on his bones means that you keep touching him like this , teasing him like you are , he’ll stop complaining . just keep those hands and mouth against him .

bubba

the man is big . so big . and you can’t help but just admire that big belly bubba has . you know that there’s strong muscle underneath all that cushion . it’s hard to contain yourself as you watch him hussle and bussle around the house . so it’s no wonder that the first chance you get , you press up against him , hands on his belly and squeezing . “ my handsome big man . ” bubba squeals happily , beaming and bringing you into a hug . and that means you have that perfect belly of his pressed against you all the more . you can’t help it , you squeeze and dig your fingers into supple flesh . “bubby . . . i wanna see this sexy belly in your lace and satin . ” there’s a startled noise , and then your lifted as be bounds up the stairs , excited for a little body worship .

#Anonymous #jason voorhees #jason voorhees imagine #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer imagine #bubba saywer x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms heelshire x reader #michael mysers #michael myers imagine #michael myers x reader #slasher #slashers #slasher imagine #slashers imagine #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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morbidkisses · 3 years

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I’m not sure how your requests work or what you would need, but could I get a yandere Hoseok story please?

You Belong With Me. (y! hoseok drabble)

warning: yandere themes, obsessive themes, yandere behavior, manipulation, abusive relationships, hobi gets kind of aggressive later on in the story, misogyny, choking, hair pulling, reader is chained up to the wall, death, minor character deaths.

summary: you get into an argument with hoseok because he refuses to let you go outside and catch up with your friends over a few drinks.

I do not condone this type of behavior so please don't romanticize this type of sick behavior, and if you're part in an abusive relationship please seek help!

once again this is FICTION, and yandere is counted as horror/mystery type of shit so stay safe bubbies! oh and this might be triggering so please read at your own risk, and if you don't like stuff like this then SCROLL. I talk too much-

"What? so you love them more than me??"

you rolled your eyes and sighed in exasperation. your boyfriend was being irrational at this point, and it was driving you crazy. You met hoseok a few weeks ago, and you were charmed by his radiant smile, his sweet words, he was the perfect gentleman with good looks and a fat bank account, you couldn't say no when he asked you out on a date, how could you? he was literally so perfect, but you were too blind to see the dark imperfections hidden behind his bright smile.

"For the hundredth time, hobi, they're my friends and I just want to catch up with them! You're being illogical-"

"How am I the one being illogical when you're the one who is choosing your so-called friends over me???" He threw his hands in the air to emphasize his point, his eyes were so wide you thought they would pop out.

"Just because I want to see them and talk to them doesn't mean I love them more than you, for God's sake!!! stop being so childish." you yelled out as you tugged at your hair strands in frustration. Why was he making such a big deal out of this? it wasn't like you were going out to cheat on him with someone else, you just wanted to go out and catch up with your friends at the local bar.

"You're not going, and that's the end of this stupid discussion, love. Now, get your ass back in the bedroom and change into something proper, you look like a slut in that dress."

Okay. that was it. You grabbed the first thing your hands could find, which was a tissue box and threw it at him as hard as you possibly could in rage. How dare he call you that, your dress was completely fine. You were clad in a simple black dress that dropped right above your knees and the only thing that could be considered inappropriate by society was the little cleavage that was showing, but even if you were to go out in the tightest dress he still had no rights to call you that. You had to leave him. And leave him you did.

"You're such a bitch, I tried to make this shit work but honestly I'm fed up with your immature ass. Im leaving." you picked up your purse which had your car keys and phone in it, before walking towards the entrance door and opening it.

"don't bother calling me again." you mumbled before slamming the door shut behind you.

Hoseok was in a state of shock, his soul had left his body, he couldn't process what just happened. It felt like someone had just poured a bucket of ice cold water on him.

"n-no... y/n, sweetie, come back..." his voice cracked as he fell to his knees in devastation. He knew you could no longer hear him, but he hoped you would come back through those doors and hug him. How could you be so cruel? You were the reason he was breathing? He felt like all the light was pulled out of him, his mind going numb as he stared down at his hands.

Soft cries left his lips as his stature stuttered while he sobbed silently, but not before long, he broke into an unhinged laughter as he sat down on the ground and leaned back against the couch, his eyes stuck to the door you had so rudely slammed into his face. All traces of sadness had disappeared from his face, a devilish smirk replacing the heartbreaking frown.

You were going to regret this big time.

He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed a number.

"Tae, my birdie just left me, can you do me a favor and bring her back to me?"

The person on the other line scoffed audibly

"Do I even have a choice?" 'Tae' groaned.

"Not really. Be careful not to hurt her, and bring her two little friends with her as well, I don't care if you hurt them just keep those two alive, my birdie needs to learn a lesson."

A sigh could be heard from the other line before 'tae' mumbled an okay.

"I'll text you the location."

Everything was a blur, one moment you were laughing and having fun with your friends and the very next second you fell unconscious. Unknown to you, someone might have put a few ingredients in your drinks.

You woke up with a throbbing ache in your head, your mind was fogged up and you couldn't think. A groan left your lips as you brought your hands up to rub your temples. You sat up on what seemed to be a bed, your mind started clearing up, but you were still confused, where were you? what happened? You fully opened your eyes and panic started filling your mind as you realized you were in Hoseok's room. You started hyperventilating and quickly got out of bed, but you felt something heavy around your ankle.

was he fucking serious???

He had cuffed your ankles, you were literally chained to the wall. the chain was long enough for you to roam around the room and the bathroom.

You were hysteric, trying your hardest to pull out the thick chains from the wall, but your efforts were futile. Silent sobs began pouring from your lips as you panicked. After giving up you slumped against the wall and hugged your knees as you cried to yourself.

"Oh you're up!" Hoseok beamed as he entered the room.

Furious yet terrified, you stood up and charged at him full speed before grabbing him by the collar of his white shirt and yanking him closer to your face.

"Listen here, you crazy psychopath, if you don't let me out of here right now I'll-"

"oh please, what are you gonna do?" he grinned sinisterly as he gingerly ran his fingers through your hair, you were such a cute little thing, bluffing around. You couldn't do shit to him at the moment, and both of you were aware of that fact. His gentle strokes didn't last long as he yanked your hair back.

"You must learn your lesson, my love, I didn't want to do this but you misbehaved."

His other hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off the blood flow to the brain. Your face started becoming red as you tugged at his hand.

"p-plea... se... s-sto..."

He scoffed at your expression as he tilted his head. "know your place."

He tightened his grip one last time before letting you fall to the ground on your knees, before you broke into a coughing fit.

"That's where you belong" his tone was enough to make you shudder. "you belong with me... completely at my mercy."

You didn't have it in you to fight more so you just weakly glared up at him, your legs felt numb, rendering you motionless on your knees.

"I hate you..."

"aw, but I've barely started your punishment, love! It's still too early to hate me!"

although your words stung him a bit, he didn't show it. He just feigned an innocent smile before he grabbed his phone and unlocked it.

Bewildered by his actions, you frowned. What was he up to? what did he mean when he said it's still too early to hate him?

"Ah Tae! Hello!" He sounded awfully cheerful and enthusiastic. How could he shift his mood like that. It seemed as if he was face timing someone on his phone.

Hoseok looked down at you and he almost cooed at your adorably confused expression.

a sigh was heard from the other line. "You owe me big time, hoseok."

"yeah yeah, I'll send you the money later. Can you show me our friends for a bit?"

no.. he couldn't mean...

He crouched down next to you and showed you the screen of his phone. Your eyes widened in horror as you quickly began shaking your head.

"Hobi, please no no, please! Leave them out of this please!" you almost choked on your tears as you begged him to let your friends go.

"it's a bit too late for that, baby." he pressed a kiss to your temple which made your skin crawl in disgust.

"YOU BASTARD, LET THEM GO." you screamed at the screen as you watched your best friends tied up and severely bruised.

"I don't get paid enough for this shit..." 'Tae' muttered. You couldn't see his face on the screen, probably because he was using the back camera to show your friends.

"the fuck am I supposed to do now?" the person behind the camera asked.

"oh just finish them off."

Hoseok sat down on the ground and back hugged your body, his head resting on your shoulder as he made sure your eyes didn't leave the screen.

"no please don't! I'm begging you please stop!" you cried out as the camera got closer to your friends. Your friends' cries were left unheard as two bullets were shot right into their skulls.

You let out a blood curling scream as you thrashed around, but hoseok was stronger than you, so he held you down with ease. How could he do that?

"I'll kill you! I'll kill you both, you motherfuckers!" you screamed at them both as tears streamed down your cheeks.

"thank you, tae, I owe you! bye bye!" he ended the call.

"You see love, we could've avoided all of this... if you had just been obedient. This is all your fault, I hope you know that." he sighed as he looked down at your crying form.

He was sick, how could he say that, did he feel no remorse?

"you can't leave me... you belong to me."

a/n: that was kind of shitty- but I tried- sorry for the late updates! I hope you like it :]]

this is unedited by the way :]

oh and I used a yandere starter prompt by @yandere-daydreams ! :]

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nanso · 2 years

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I feel like they may switch up some of the timing/sequencing so S2 doesn’t feel redundant. I hope so at least. Or is engagement in episode 4, wedding episode 5, wedding episode 6, just going to be the template from now on? That would be not great imo.

And it’s JQ’s fault, but the circumstances of the engagements in the first and second books seem way too similar for a general audience (they’re not precisely the same but both ‘forced’ - close enough). I wish they’d have the bee sting prompt/force Anthony to propose so it’s a little more distinct.

I also hope we actually do not get a whole “honeymoon episode,” I’d rather they gloss over it and just do a few scenes (but not another sex montage lol. It will look like they’re copying). They should spend more time with them being married.

Yeah the structures are a bit too similar between books 1 and 2 in that sense. But I feel like trying to guess what they may change from the book is a fool's errand, to be honest. Cause if you'd told me before S1 that they'd keep *THAT* scene/plot point between Daphne and Simon, I would have said, “you're crazy!” but! Here we are 🙃

Anyhooooo all that said, I would be very surprised if they don't keep the bee sting as a prompt to force the A/K marriage. It's just so ridiculous but also integral to Anthony's backstory that like...how could they not??

Also who does not want to hear Portia Featherington say, “Lud, girl, he had his mouth on your bubbies.” WHO, I ASK YOU.

I would hope that the difference they explore between S1 and S2 is that even if we get some kind of honeymoon/sex montage, the conflict is that A&K are trying to deny their feelings for each other/fight their feelings while also basically being friends w/ benefits. Give me all the ANGST

#asks #anon #bridgerton

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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dark academia

Note: This's from my "choose an aesthetic and I'll do a harry writing on it." challenge. It's still open. You can inbox me your favourite ones!!!

P.S: It's kinda sentimental and awfully soft full of fluff gave me a bit sinking feeling :(

TW MENTIONS OF DEATH.

💛

Blood-Rays of setting sun like a pearl shining upon the ocean slants through the slabs on the oak desk Y/N's sitting at studying for her mid-terms. It's Autumn. The library smells of dry lavenders and every often an aroma of biscuits pooled in butter whiffs under her nose as the librarian sitting infront of the stony fire-place relishing onto the treats petting her cat along.

She's drowned into a baggy london's fog grey coloured sweater tucked into taupe pleated skirts and her hair tressed back into a ribbon.

The world around seems cosy and warm to her as the voices billowed to mere soft hushes of rustling leaves, she almost forgot there are people around her when a pair of strong arms came wrapping around her shoulders hugging her ever tight she was never embraced this goodly before, "oof who're you?" She whispers comically akward as he has her face squished into his neck.

"Oops, wrong timeline, love." Meet Harry. He just came here to meet his girlfriend and just realized that they're not dating yet. He has time traveled to her first year of UNI and she might seems a bit off from all the bustle in her life.

He shies away when she doesn't get him and raises her brows in questioning. He's still in awe that in every era she looked beautiful.

"Mhm . . .uhm should go, take it as a free hug from me!" He spins around quickly to scramble away from her due to the embarrassment he caused to himself and not to let her show how flustered he's in her presence.

"Wait!!" She whisper yells following him and stopping him by putting her hand on his shoulder, "Would you like a cuppa of coffee, tea perhaps?" Books in her arms and a tote bag hanging at side.

"Then you could explain me your free hug policy too." His bunny nose twitched and he nods grinning. He looks so snuggly and warm — and all the words Y/N describes as a patchy cottage in the sandalwood forest.

"Ah! the chances of me not dying virgin seems less to me now." She jokes when Harry told her he's her boyfriend in future and her heart did a lil dance of having someone this gorgeous, "You're beautiful, candyeyed." He assures her when she thought there were faults in her that nobody seemed to be attracted to her.

Is it the pet name he calls her? She likes it.

"So . . .? You love me then, Harry?" She stirs the tea spoon not meeting his gaze and something hits her hard, swallowing her whole when his sincere voice melted in her ears.

"'Course, love you so much." She frowns taking in the tears at his bayline and it makes her stroke his knuckles, asking him in genuine concern.

"You alright?" He shakes his head sniffling the sentiments back and quickly speaks seeing his hand disappear from under her, "gotta go, bye -bye."

"Will you come to meet me, again?" She rushes and he smiles giving her a flying kiss with puckering lips, "Always candyeyed, always."

"You're telling me that my future self wrote letters to me present self?" She gasps with a slack jaw and Harry bobs his head happily, leaning away from the book shelf in her room to walk towards her flopping beside her.

"That's exciting and scary at the same time." She quips with a sigh snuggling to his side and when glances up he's already gazing down at her in utter fondness, "nope, you're gonna do so good." He runs his thumb over her shoulder blades and she almost melted into his touch.

"I'm so proud of you."

"Can I kiss you, my love?" She nods without taking her eyes away from him and they slip shut when Harry cupped the back of her neck bringing her closer to put his plushie mouth on her's and kiss her with reverent that nourishes in his heart everytime he sees her, it'll never die.

When she sees him vanishing she kisses him harder, "don't go this early, will miss you." He showers her in pecks promising her that he'll come to meet her to the day he's alive.

"What you mean to say's that I'll die? Is that soon?" Her voice wavers and Harry cuddles her closer to his chest to comfort her. Maybe, it was a bad idea telling her the truth. Indeed it was when soft sniffles and hiccups emitted from her.

"Don't cry baby. It hurts me awful." He sponges lil kisses to the dip of her neck, pinching his breath in his throat to stop himself from crying. He misses her terribly and the bed feels cold without her being in his arms.

"'M just frightened 'n, 'n I don't want to leave you." She sobs. She's a sensitive person. But, who wouldn't cry knowing they'll die early than their 60's or whatever. To divert her attention he shines light upon more beautiful moments.

"We've a gorgeous lil baby boy and he just said his first word! Wanna know what it's?" He chirps and she nods wiping her nose with the sleeve of her sweater, "Mama!!" It makes her inners bursts. She couldn't fathom in million years that she'd be this lucky.

"He's a mama boy then." She giggles but Harry's silence halts her and it all dawns upon her. Too late as Harry lets out ugly sobs from his lungs and it wells up her eyes too, "'m sure you're gonna a good daddy, Harry." He calms himself cupping her cheeks and tilts his chin to kiss her lips.

"I love you so much. Our baby bambi loves you so much." He lays them back under the blankets cuddling her to him and she smiles wet-ly cheek smushed over his chest as she admires him, "Guess his name?"

"Tove?" She asks with a glint of happiness, "Absolutely! I call him tovie-dovie." Their heartbeats in melancholy and sync.

"Tell him, I love him so much."

"Every day, baby. Every day."

She writes letters to their baby boy daily, not letting him think that he'll be forlorn of his mother's love. Special ones for his birthday's and flowers tucked in each envelope with a message of kindness and love.

She was bringing her tea from the kitchen to her room when she hears thump of footsteps outside it doesn't startle her anymore. Harry keeps on coming and going many times, his visits are frequent now even if they're for some hours. He teases her that she'll forget about him after meeting the one with her present timeline and she always kisses him affectionately with a murmur, "Doesn't matter all Harry's belongs to me."

The cup falls on the carpet and it leaves the stain but she doesn't care as harry stands infront of her with a boy who looks exactly like her and got mellowness of hazel in his irirses, he looks upto his father at the visible shock they influenced her and Harry just cooes at him.

"C'mon bubba mama's waiting to cuddle ye' up." He pats his head and urges him forward. His smile bright as Y/N hunches on her knees and opens her arms to embrace her darling, "Mama!" He toddles excitedly to her and it made her cry more.

The moment he was in her arms she knew nothing mattered anymore and it was worth dying for this bundle of joy in her arms, "Mama." He again babbles caressing his face against her cheek as she hugged him for dear life.

"Tovie turned two and he time travels too." Harry explains and god knows how much effort harry put in to teleport them together at the same timeline.

"Yes, my love, my dear life 'm your mama. I love you so much bubby." She smacks loud kisses all over his soft baby face and he giggles at the top of his chest stopping her. "Happy birthday, Tovis, how bout we celebrate!?" She just kept on kissing her baby knowing that she wouldn't be able to do it after he'll born.

"Love you mama." The poor bug wanted to say this loud for so long.

"Me to bubby, me too."

Harry swipes them two in a big blankety hug and anoggles them tightly to his chest making them laugh terribly loud, "Me too!!" He squeaks cheekily smothering them in kisses and they think they'll figure out how to find happiness.

#traveler harry x reader #travelthon #harry styles #cute harry #harry styles blurb #hsh #fluff #harry smut #harry angst #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #dom harry

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slashersins-abandoned · 3 years

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anonymous asked :

I love your writing!! Would you write for a s/o admiring the squishy bellies of Michael, Jason, Brahms and Bubba? Thank you so much!

michael .

jason

brahms

bubba

the man is big . so big . and you can’t help but just admire that big belly bubba has . you know that there’s strong muscle underneath all that cushion . it’s hard to contain yourself as you watch him hussle and bussle around the house . so it’s no wonder that the first chance you get , you press up against him , hands on his belly and squeezing . “ my handsome big man . ” bubba squeals happily , beaming and bringing you into a hug . and that means you have that perfect belly of his pressed against you all the more . you can’t help it , you squeeze and dig your fingers into supple flesh . “bubby … i wanna see this sexy belly in your lace and satin . ” there’s a startled noise , and then your lifted as be bounds up the stairs , excited for a little body worship .

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees imagine #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer imagine #bubba saywer x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms heelshire imagine #brahms heelshire x reader #michael myers #michael myers imagine #michael myers x reader #slasher #slashers #slasher imagine #slashers imagine #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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cartoonsaint · 3 years

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HLVRAI but the soulmates are a fucking disaster

part one part two part three part four

contains discussion of ampu/tation, misunderstanding human healing abilities, canon-typical vio/lence, struggling with emotions, self-sabotage, and just totally fuckin things up for yourself, man :/

“how come he likes you again?”

“Shh, we’re just getting to the good part,” Bubby murmurs, his attention on Dr. Coomer, but right now Gordon’s distracted both by Coomer’s speech and trying to figure out how to get water from the cactus, and besides that this is important. Jaw set, Benrey reaches a hand out and tugs on the collar of Bubby’s labcoat.

Bubby jerks away, affronted— he likes other people touching him about as much as Benrey does— but whatever he sees on Benrey’s face must be enough for him to hesitate.

“...Ughhhhh,” Bubby groans, and gets to his feet.

Military aircraft roar overhead hunting for their group. Bubby allows Benrey to lead him a little farther away, out of earshot of the others, where he crosses his arms and scowls. “Alright, this better be good. Harold’s readings of the ‘Taxonomy & classification’ sections are always inspired; I don’t want to miss it.”

“huh?” Benrey says, then shakes his head— focus. “no, man, s’gordon— why’s he like you again but not me?”

"Gordon—? Oh, I gotcha." Bubby squints, looking Benrey up and down. Benrey stays still, hands loose like that will help, awaiting his verdict. Bubby purses his lips. “I mean, to be fair you did get his hand cut off.”

“wuh, buh— no, cuz you did too,” Benrey protests. “and it was an accident, i told him! but he’s all, myugh, all— rude and shit—”

“He’s always been rude,” Bubby points out.

“yeah but not, not like this! he's so sucks now, doesn't— doesn't laugh when i do sumn funny, he says mean shit— meaner shit, won't look at me, just yells and cries all the time like a baby—"

"Benrey. He got his hand cut off," Bubby repeats, irked. He glances again towards the others, obviously eager for this conversation to be over. "Of course he's being a baby. For once, he's allowed to be."

"yeah, but he's being nice to everyone else about it," Benrey complains, aware that he’s whining but unable to stop. "all, mmh, all grabby and shit, and— even to you, and it's your fault too, and you don’t even like— but with me he won’t, won’t even, uh…” touch me, Benrey nearly says, but manages to stop his stupid mouth just in time, stunned at himself. Touch him? Benrey doesn’t care whether Gordon touches him— he hates it, in fact, hates when Gordon gets in his face, or grabs his shoulder, or shoves him up against a wall…

Bubby must catch something of it anyways, because both of his eyebrows raise and he stops looking over at the others to focus entirely on Benrey with a thoughtful frown. Benrey shifts under the scientist’s gaze, grateful his helmet hides his warm ears.

"Benrey," Bubby says slowly. “Why do you even care?"

"man, i don’t," Benrey says immediately, but he can feel the strain of Sweet Voice in his throat and has to swallow. “he cares. gordon, he— y’know?? always talkin’ about arms and shit, grabbing me and makin’ me follow him cuz of em, and then he was nice, and then mean cuz of mine, and wouldn’t even say what i did wrong—”

“What do you mean, yours?” Bubby interrupts, glancing at Benrey’s bare forearms, sleeves rolled up in the desert heat. “What do you mean, he was nice? He’s been a little b!tch this whole time.”

“wuh? no— before,” Benrey says.

“Before he got his hand cut off?”

“no, way before. he made me show him my arm and then got all pissy.”

“He… made you show him,” Bubby says, wrinkled brow wrinkling further, “your arm…?”

Benrey scowls at him and balls up his fists. “yes! aren’t you listening? we were friends but then he was all, blugh, ‘Benrey be careful,’ ‘Benrey stop bleeding,’ ‘Benrey, Benrey, Benrey,’ all up on my ass, and then he—” Benrey has to swallow back Sweet Voice again, frustrated with himself. “then he got hurt, and now he— now he fucking hates me.”

For some reason, saying that last bit out loud hurts like getting his chest crushed by an unstoppable metal gate. It feels like all of Benrey’s emotions are yelling at him. Everything’s so loud and confusing that even though he’s a fucking adult, even though he should have this shit under control, this time he can’t stop his feelings from spilling out of him in Sweet Voice, a sliding scale of expressive notes and a kaleidoscope of hues that could clarify exactly how he’s feeling— if he only had the ability to see color.

Benrey glares bitterly up at the might-as-well-be grey motes of light even as they continue to pour out of him. Man, sometimes he fucking hates being him.

Bubby flicks Benrey’s helmet with a surprisingly melodic ding! that yanks Benrey’s attention back to the present conversation and cuts off the supposedly colorful song. “You goddamn moron.”

“wuh?” Benrey says, unthinkingly reaching up to rub the affected spot, as Bubby shoves up his sleeve to reveal a line of text in messy cursive on his thin forearm. Baffled, Benrey peers closer to find that it reads, You don’t know me, but I’m getting you out of here.

“Doesn’t whatever stupid species you’re from have soulmarks?” Bubby demands. “All humans have the first words their soulmate says to them on their right arm. If I’m right— and I practically always am— then he probably thinks you’re his soulmate.”

“huh?” says Benrey.

Then, “…wuh…”

Then, “UH???”

Soulmates? Soulmates? Gordon and him— He and Gordon— Gordon, Gordon thinks that they’re, that they could be— he and him— both of them— together?? Gordon, soulmate? Benrey?? Benrey and Gordon? Gordon and Benrey???

SOULMATES?!

“Oh my god. You are an idiot,” Bubby says, but the twist of his mouth is sympathetic. Benrey can’t reply, nearly choking on what is probably an entire rainbow’s worth of Sweet Voice. “How does your, euh, species or whatever figure out who their soulmate is?”

By touch, of course, skin-to-skin contact— but Gordon’s in the HEV suit, which covers every part of his body except the gaping wo/und of his arm— no way he’ll let Benrey anywhere near that— and his head, on the rare occasions he removes the helmet. Maybe there, if Benrey could get close enough to touch? He'll have to, one way or another, now that he knows Gordon thinks they’re soulmates, because it’s not like he can just go on without checking… right?

That gives him pause. Because despite that old, buried part of Benrey that is shrieking in joy at the idea of him actually, finally finding his soulmate (and keeps blathering on about first kisses and colors and mleuh mleuh mluh), Benrey has organized most of himself around the idea that he doesn’t need a soulmate. The dimension-hopping, the resistance to touch, the many keep-it-casual friendships of the past few years— all of that has been because Benrey decided he was fine with being alone. He doesn’t need anyone else.

Gordon may be fun, and pretty, and laugh easily and play along with Benrey’s jokes and keep surprising him so much that Benrey kinda always wants to keep an eye on him just to see what this strange human will do next, but he’s also rude and yells all the time and gets mean about stupid stuff. Probably Benrey’d be better off as far away from this dude as possible.

Except… even before he knew they could be soulmates Benrey didn’t really want to be away from Gordon. Yeah, the guy’s being a pissy little rudeman right now, but Benrey has to take some responsibility for the arm thing (even though it was a freaking accident, ugh). And if some of Gordon’s meanness from before was just because he thought Benrey had, what, rejected him (which: HA!), then maybe he’s usually more like the fun guy he’d been before Benrey showed him his arm. Maybe they could actually really get along. Maybe... maybe, maybe, maybe.

Benrey ponders this through sneaking around the desert surrounding Black Mesa, through heated disagreements with fighter jets, through cold metal pipe crawls, until at last he sinks into a pit of Powerade™ with the rest of the Science Team, his eyes on Gordon.

The man looks tired. His shoulders are slumped, curved inwards to protect the awful stump of his arm (and what the hell, why hasn't he fixed that yet?). He's removed his helmet to splash his face, revealing dark hair in a tangled mess, the curls lank with days' worth of sweat and b!ood. His freckles stand out starkly against his unusually pale face. He cracks a grin when the rest of the Science Team turns to him, but the second they look away the smile falls and those light-toned eyes turn bleak.

That is, until he realizes that Benrey's watching him.

Gordon scowls and makes to turn away but Benrey's already moving, sloshing over even though he never gave his body permission to do so, heart thudding wildly in his chest. He stops right beside Gordon, on the side with the opening in his suit (and no arm). Gordon stiffens but doesn't look over.

Fumbling for words, Benrey removes his own helmet to buy time. He dips it in the Powerade™, upturns it, rubbing his thumb along the familiar dents, and bites his lip. "you, uh… you good, man?"

Benrey watches Gordon close those light eyes, hold them closed for a moment, then finally open them again. He seems to be focusing very hard on the Powerade™. He doesn't say a thing.

"...yeah," Benrey says. He feels dumb as shit and embarrassed, like he's some shy little youngling talking to his much-cooler crush. "okay. that's… fine. yeah."

Gordon still doesn't respond, just watches Benrey fiddle with his helmet, and Benrey's jitters are interrupted by a stab of irritation. He's trying here and Gordon's, what, just not gonna say anything? Just gonna keep ignoring Benrey, pretending he doesn't even fucking exist, even though the rest of the Science Team is just as responsible for his stupid arm as Benrey is? Can't be nice for two fuckin' seconds to the guy he thinks is his soulmate?

Fine. If being nice won't work, then Benrey can play a different game.

"what happened to your arm?"

Impossibly, Gordon goes even stiller. He still doesn't fucking say anything, and something in Benrey snaps.

"hey, buddy," Benrey snarls, reaching for the open wo/und of Gordon's arm, feeling light-headed and dangerous. "looks like you're a bit of a— looks like fucked you up there, huh—?"

Shockingly fast, Gordon twists his body to keep his wou/nded arm out of reach— and then keeps twisting, his left hand shooting up to bunch in Benrey's shirt and give him a vicious shake. Benrey lets it happen, relishes the shock of someone touching him with only shirt and glove between them because now Gordon's finally looking at him. Those light eyes are furious once again, Gordon's face is only inches away, and Benrey can't help the sharp grin spreading across his face.

"Benrey," Gordon growls, and Benrey wants to laugh in his face because ha, idiot, got you to talk to me, didn't i? "What can I do—"

"not much without a hand, huh?" Benrey says quickly because soulmate or not, now that he has Gordon's attention he doesn't want to let it go. "lil– lil clumsy boy, aren't ya?"

As Gordon's pretty mouth goes slack with shock, Benrey recalls with sudden vividness how he used to spend hours as a stupid kid imagining the day he and his soulmate would share their first kiss and color would sweep through their worlds. He'd hoped for something sweet, dreamed of something gentle and excited and certain, him and his someone somehow knowing they were each others' person even before their lips touched.

oh fuck, Benrey realizes, watching Gordon's lips twist and light eyes flash with rage. this isn't what i want.

"wait— hey," Benrey starts, but Gordon's tightened his grip on Benrey's shirt and isn't listening. He pulls his whole upper body back, chin jerked towards the sky but furious eyes on Benrey's own, almost like he's winding up for something. "uh, i. hold on, man, i—"

For a fraction of a second, as Gordon's face moves towards his, Benrey thinks Gordon might actually be going in for a kiss. His mouth opens, shocked—

Then Gordon's forehead connects with Benrey's with a CRACK, and the world dissolves into bright white pain.

"OW," Benrey howls. He's fallen on his ass into the Powerade™ pit, his hands clamped over his face because ow, ow, OW. "dude, what the fuck, man—"

"Fuck you," Gordon spits. "I can't believe I thought for even a minute that you— that we—" He makes a strangled noise, unable to say it, and that makes Benrey forget the pain for long enough to get angry all over again.

"yeah?" Benrey starts, dropping his hands to blink stars out of his eyes, already snarling up at Gordon. "well i—!" His heart seizes in his chest, mind going suddenly, violently blank. "uh. i. wh… wha?"

"What?" Gordon sneers, green eyes alight, and they're green, they're green, Benrey's never seen green before but he somehow knows this friendly-happy-safe color as deeply as he knows his own true name. Gordon's still talking but Benrey isn't listening, can't listen, too busy gaping, because it's not just Gordon's eyes that have sudden, perfect color— it's everything.

Gordon's green eyes in a warm brown face, freckles so dark they match the burnt chestnut of his hair, the sky behind him a soothing pale blue, the stains of lime-green alien viscera that say friendliness twisted into fear— then Gordon's arm, raw and b!oody red, hurt-pain-no-no-no, and the suit a searing orange that means—

"yo," Benrey interrupts hoarsely. "man, why's your suit so angry?"

"Why— what?" Gordon falters, blinking rapidly at Benrey, who is having trouble processing everything. The hungry cyan of the Powerade™, the sweet pink sunburn on Bubby's face, Tommy's eyes in dangerous yellow, the alarmingly green goop staining Coomer's white labcoat, even Benrey's own abandoned helmet in a grey that's not just grey because it minutely reflects all the other colors, every color that Benrey's been missing for so long suddenly wrenched into focus—

"...huh?" Benrey manages.

Gordon stands there, shoulders stiff, staring down at Benrey with eyes that should be friendly but mostly look very, very tired.

"You know what, man?" Gordon finally says. "Save it. Let's just move on."

He turns and sloshes away without even checking to see if the rest of the Science Team heard him. Coomer follows him easily enough, Bubby trailing after with a hard glance back. Tommy hesitates, but he's gotten good at reading Benrey even without the Sweet Voice. He pulls his sleeve down to knock carefully on Benrey's bulletproof vest and pads away, leaving Benrey sitting in the pit of Powerade™, alone.

It takes a long minute for Benrey to pull himself back together, to stop trying to blink away the colors in his vision and start trying to take stock of the rest of him. Experimentally, he sings a few notes of Sweet Voice— and for the first time in his entire life he can read exactly what they say and know exactly what he feels.

Green and pink, highly saturated and bright: joy, love, excitement, elation, affection.

Cyan and dark goldenrod yellow: too much, fatigue, fear, distress, intense worry.

A touch of indigo, but mostly deep, dark red: regret, regret, regret—

Barely aware of himself, he reaches across his body, clutching at the arm he still has, the same one Gordon lost— lost because of him, because of Benrey, because of his soulmate, because he and Gordon really are— they're really—

"oh," Benrey says. "oh, fuck."

haha, what a fuckin disaster :D

i base the sweet voice translations off of this

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