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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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NO HEARTBREAK

A/N: i can't believe i actually finished this fic, but here we are! hope you can still take some holiday spirit, this was originally planned for fanficmas, but i got stuck with it, so i put it aside, but now its here!

PAIRING: Harry x PA!reader

WORD COUNT: 9.7k

WARNING: mention of alcoholic parent

SUMMARY: You planned to spend the holidays alone, just like you always do. However, your boss had other ideas.

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You unpack the chicken sandwich you planned to eat hours ago, but you haven’t gotten around to actually do it. Now it’s past six and you’re finally having a breather and have the chance to eat your lunch. It’s gotten saggy, kind of melted together, but you’re famished at this point and you’d eat just about anything.

Just as you bite into it, the door you exited through just minutes ago flings open.

“Y/N? Harry is asking for you,” an assistant from the venue walks up to you with an apologetic look when she sees that you’re eating.

“What could he possibly need?” you groan with your mouth full.

“H-He didn’t say, he just—“

“Of course he didn’t, because he is being a brat,” you roll your eyes, swallowing the bite before taking another one. You decide he is alright waiting one more minute, his dressing room is probably not on fire, so it can’t be that urgent.

Seemingly, the assistant is shocked that you just called him a brat, for one because he is your boss and for two because he is literally known to be the nicest person alive.

He really is. But sometimes he just knows exactly how to get on your nerves.

While still eating, you head inside, dodging any questions flying in your direction.

“I’m on my lunch break!” you tell everyone, waving at them in dismiss.

“It’s six twenty,” you hear someone mumble in confusion, but you just shrug as you eat your sandwich, heading to Harry’s dressing room.

You don’t knock, just walk in and though the assistant that’s been following you like a minion sprints right out of the room when she sees Harry only in his underwear, you don’t even flinch as you step inside.

“Yeah, you’re not on fire,” you sigh, to which he gives you a puzzled look, but you just shake your head. “What did you want? I’m on my lunch break,” you say, kicking the door shut before taking another bite from your sandwich.

“It’s almost half past six.”

“And I didn’t have time to eat since my so called boss left his phone in his hotel, so I had to do an extra round back there aside my usual tasks,” you answer with a fake smile.

“Come on, don’t be so grumpy!” He steps closer, wanting to cradle your face in his hands but you swat them away.

“What do you want!” you repeat.

“I can’t find my shoes.”

You stare back at him with a blank look on your face before speaking up.

“Have you checked in the box that has ‘shoes’ written on it?” you ask.

“Yeah, but I didn’t find it.”

Bullshit. You already know it’s there, he is just doing this to get on your nerves, because that’s his hobby. He loves pissing you off as if it was his job and then he also loves begging for your forgiveness, which you give him every damn time.

That’s your dynamic. And you love it.

“Hold this,” you say, handing him the half eaten sandwich before walking over to the shoe box. “You’re giving me a raise if I find it in here.”

“I’m already paying you a ridiculous amount.”

“Because I deserve it for putting up with you.”

You dig into the box, knowing exactly which pair he needs for tonight’s outfit and in the meantime, he stands over you, still in his outfit and you’re trying to ignore that tiny little fact. Pushing a few shoes aside you catch a glimpse of the pair you need and you pull it out with a sigh.

“How about a Christmas bonus?” you ask, holding the shoes up for him as you stand up, hand them over and then take your sandwich from him before flopping down onto the couch.

“You know you always get a Christmas bonus,” he comments as he steps over to the clothes rack with the lazy intention of getting dressed. Over your sandwich, you allow yourself to steal a few glimpses of his naked torso and legs before they get covered by his outfit.

You hate how it makes you feel every damn time, even after four years of knowing him. How your body betrays you when your head is trying to do the right thing and forget about the feelings you’ve been harboring for your boss for so long. It’s such a cliché, almost kind of ridiculous, but luckily, no one knows about it and if it depends on you, you’ll take this to the grave with yourself.

“Speaking of Christmas, you know when you’re leaving?” he asks, tugging his shirt over his head.

“What do you mean?”

“When are you going home to your family?”

“Oh, I’m not going anywhere,” you nonchalantly say before swallowing the last bite of your sandwich.

“What? So… your family comes here?”

“Nope.”

“Y/N, what are you talking about? Where are you spending the holidays?”

“At home.”

“But you just said that you’re not going home.”

“No, you asked if I’m going home to my family. I said I’m not going anywhere.”

“Would you stop pulling my leg and just tell me what I want to hear?” he groans and for once he’s the one who’s annoyed with you.

“I’m not spending Christmas with family. I’ll be just… in my apartment, probably watching The Office, eating gingerbread.”

“You’re fucking with me, right?” he asks in disbelief. “You mean to tell me you’ll be alone for the holidays?”

“Yeah. Just like for the past few years. It’s no big deal,” you shrug, but it blows his mind.

“The past—what?! You’ve been alone all these years? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You never asked.”

“Jesus, woman!” he scoffs. “What’s… Why? I know that you never met your dad and your mom… has passed, but you must have some kind of family.”

“Not really,” you simply say. Harry stares at you and it’s obvious he has a lot of questions, but he remains silent for a couple of minutes before speaking up.

“Spend it with me then.”

Now it’s your turn to look at him with a puzzled expression.

“Huh?”

“Come home with me for the holidays,” he repeats, squeezing himself into his pants.

“Uh-huh, nice joke,” you snort out a laugh.

“I’m not joking. I know my mum would be glad to have you for Christmas, Gemma has been asking me about you too, she would love to see you again. So just spend the holidays with us.”

“I’m not family, I won’t just… crash your time at home.”

“Oh come on! First of all, you are family. You’ve spent more time with me in the past four years than my actual mother and sister. And second, you wouldn’t be crashing. I’m inviting you, so I obviously want you there.”

You stand from the couch and dump the wrapping paper of your late lunch into the trash before walking over to him.

“No,” is all you say to him.

“No?”

“No, I’m not going home with you. Now don’t disturb me unless your pants are on fire. I have shit to do before you go on stage.”

And with that you just walk out.

The show passes by smoothly and you watch part of it from the pit like you usually do, following Harry’s jumping form around the stage, ignoring how wildly your heart is beating every time he’s scanning over the crowd where you’re standing. In an arena full of thousands of people, you can still feel like you and him are the only ones.

It’s clear to you that you can’t spend the holidays with him and his family. It would cause your heart to break beyond repair and though you’re good with keeping up the tough look, you wouldn’t survive a hit this painful.

Harry has the most loving and supportive family you’ve ever seen, that’s why he could become the person he is today with a heart bigger than life. You would get a glimpse of what you never experienced and what you’ll never have. Him, all the love he receives and gives, the big happy family that surrounds him even in his worst moments. You’d have to come home to your lonesome, work filled life and realize just how much you crave to be loved like you were never before.

Your job is your life, because being around Harry brings you some warmth and life, a sliver of what you’ve always craved.

You go backstage before the show is over to get everything ready for him to leave once he zooms off the stage. Busying yourself so when he bursts into his dressing room he doesn’t have the chance to bring your visit up again.

“You’re oddly silent,” he comments in the car, riding back to the hotel that you’ll be leaving in the morning.

“Just tired,” you shrug, hoping he wouldn’t push you, but you should know it by now that’s not possible with him.

“Is it about my invitation? I meant it, I want you to come and—“

“I’m not going, Harry,” you snap, probably a bit harsher than you intended. When you get his silence in reply, regret sinks into the pit of your stomach, but you keep your mouth shut.

Tour carries on and you dread to reach the end of it, because it means Harry will go on a break so you have to go on a break too. It’s the downside of being a personal assistant, you need to line your life up with your boss’.

Harry hasn’t brought Christmas up since you declined his invitation so you’re convinced he accepted your choice.

The last show blows the arena up, he sings Kiwi three times and you watch him with a swelling chest as he puts everything he has into pleasing his fans. You drink up the sight of him on stage, because you won’t see it until you get back on the road next year.

“How was it?” Harry asks out of breath as you match his fast steps towards the dressing room.

“You’re always great, why do you ask me every time?”

“Because I like hearing it from you,” he grins, shaking his jacket off himself and you catch it before it could land on the floor.

Everything goes as usual, you pack up, head back to the hotel and get ready to leaving in the morning only that this time you’re going home and Harry leaves to the UK. There’s one week left until Christmas and according to his schedule that you know like the back of your hand because you put it together, he won’t return to the States until the third of January.

You ring him up in the morning, making sure he is up and then you meet everyone at the lobby for checking out.

“You have your tickets ready?” Harry asks, a smug grin on his annoyingly handsome face as he pokes at your bag.

“What, did you turn into my assistant?” you sass at him, which just makes him laugh.

“Just making sure,” he shrugs and walks away to talk to Mitch and you eye him with suspicion.

And you should have gotten more into it, because the picture clicks together when you part way at the airport. Harry is taking a private jet home while you fly commercial so you need to go to your gate from the lounge after your rounds of goodbye.

You hand your ticket to the flight attendant, she scans it and then comes the shit storm.

“I’m sorry, Miss, but it seems like your ticket has been cancelled.”

“What?” Blood dries out of your face.

“It’s not valid anymore.”

“Shouldn’t I have been notified about such a change?”

“It was a customer cancelation, not from our side.”

“A customer… That fuck…” you growl as realization sets in. “Great, amazing. If you excuse me, I’ll just go and kill my boss.”

You step out of the line and grabbing your carry on you march back to the lounge where Harry is supposed to me. And he is, smugly sitting in the same spot you left him, sipping on a drink.

“What the fuck did you do?!” you stand in front of him with your hands on your hips, but all you get is a grin.

“Y/N, aren’t you gonna miss your flight?”

“Stop with the bullshit, you cancelled my ticket!”

“Me? Oh, I would never do such thing!” He puts the glass down and stands, tucking his hands into his pockets as he looks down at you with a smirk you’re not sure you want to slap or kiss off his face. “So, you’re gonna have to come with me. You can’t get stuck here, there’s no other flight back to New York today.”

“And how would you know that if you didn’t check?”

“Just a feeling,” he shrugs. “Come on, we can board the jet now. You’re coming home with me!”

He wraps his arm around your shoulders, but you shake it off and stand still. He is not getting away with it this easily.

“Harry, I’m not going home with you.”

“Yes, you are. I already arranged everything,” he shrugs and it just infuriates you even more.

“Fuck off.”

“Y/N, board the jet with me. You’re coming home with me.” His tone drops and you swear you’ve never seen him this determined about anything. Looking around you notice that people start to pick up the scene that is about to unfold, but you’re not one to cause public drama. Harry knows that.

“You’re a fucking child, you know that?” you hiss through your teeth as you catch up with him, a smug grin plastering across his annoyingly handsome face.

“This child is your boss and you love him.”

“I fucking hate you.”

He tries to put his arm around your shoulders again, you shake it off and go ahead, hearing his laughter that just makes you hate him even more.

Or love him.

The flight is long, but you sleep through most of it. You wake a few hours before landing and pulling out your laptop you try to work some on Harry’s schedule for January, but before you could get into it, he slams it shut and takes away.

“Hey! What are you doing?” you groan as he sits across you, hugging your device to his chest with a smug look.

“No working, we’re off the clock. I’m holding onto this until after Christmas.”

“No, you’re not. That’s my personal laptop so I need it back.”

His face falls as he realizes it’s not something he got you for the job and not too willingly, but hands you back.

“Put it away though. No work until after Christmas, I mean it.”

“You’re awfully obsessed about how I spend my holidays all of a sudden.”

“Just want you to have a good time.”

“And what makes you think I’m not good on my own in my apartment?”

“Because I know you,” he simply answers before standing up and walking to the back of the jet.

You land safely and make it through the airport, meeting Gemma as you walk through the doors of the terminal and you’re not even surprised she’s been expecting to see you. It was all planned out probably way ahead.

“Good to see you again!” she smiles, pulling you into a quick hug.

“Same, though it would be better if you didn’t play along with your scheming brother,” you narrow your eyes at her.

“You belong here, Y/N. I would have hit him if I found out he let you alone for the holidays.”

“Great, both Styles kids are against me,” you scoff.

“Stop being a drama queen and get your ass into the car,” Harry pokes your side before wrapping his sister in a hug.

You sit in the back on the ride and listen to the siblings catching up, occasionally chiming into the conversation. You try to focus on the scenery that’s passing by you, but you often find yourself stealing looks at Harry. The change in him is already visible, he has switched out of work mode and into break mode, he’s a lot looser and carefree and you wonder if he’s been dreading this break for a long time. He always stretches himself to his full capacity and you find yourself worrying about him overworking himself and not giving himself enough time to recharge.

“Wait, where are we… Where are we going?” you ask when you finally process that this is not the way to Anne’s.

“To my place,” Harry simply answers. “Why?”

“Why not Anne’s? You always spend Christmas at hers, don’t you?”

“She doesn’t have enough room to accommodate both of us, one of her girlfriends is temporarily living with her until January, so we’re staying at mine and just go over,” he explains and your heart starts racing instantly. You’ll be locked in Harry’s London home, just the two of you. Alone.

It’s not your first time in his London home, but definitely the first time staying over, being his guest. It’s already stressing you out.

“Thanks for the ride, Gem,” Harry hugs her upon arriving at his place.

“No problem. See you at mum’s on the twenty-fourth?”

“Of course.”

You’re busying yourself with your bags, but you catch her whispering something in his ear and you wonder what kind of secret can’t you hear, but you don’t want to be nosy.

“Bye Gemma,” you smile at her as she gets back into her car.

“Try not to kill each other!” she chuckles through the rolled down window.

“Give me that,” Harry snatches your big suitcase from your hands, leaving several of his bags on the porch just to bring yours in first.

It hasn’t changed since you’ve last been here a few months ago, but Harry himself was only one time here since then. You always feel in awe here, because it’s so uniquely Harry, this house reflects his taste the absolute most. His LA home is humongous and modern, but this is what feels the most like him with mismatched vintage furniture mixed with some modern ones, lots of trinkets and decoration everywhere you go and a bunch of framed photos of him with friends and family. Walking around in here feels like invading his mind in a sense, but you were invited here, so you’re just enjoying the intimate glimpse for now.

Harry shows you his guest bedroom that’s right next to his room, it’s nice and cozy and you have your own bathroom.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he warns you just when you sit on the edge of the bed, bouncing on it gently.

“Why?”

“Because we have things to do. Come on, let’s go.”

“Harry, we literally just arrived, what could be so important that we can’t even unpack?”

Christmas shopping.

Harry drags you on a shopping spree where you buy all kinds of Christmas decorations, ornaments, garlands and lights to cover every possible corner of his house. When you’re done with that, you go grocery shopping to stock up the fridge and pantry that’s now empty. You buy so much food it would be enough for three families until the end of the year. On the way you find out only half of it was meant to make it home, on the way Harry simply stops at a homeless shelter and drops everything off. He doesn’t try to document it or draw attention to himself, you know it’s not what it is about for him.

He even asks for a list of things they would need and promises to drop by with them later. When you’re heading back to his place you can’t stop staring at him and he notices it too.

“What?” he chuckles with a tint of blush on his cheeks.

“Nothing,” you shake your head, but then add: “You’re such a good man.”

He doesn’t say anything, just nods shortly, acknowledging what you said.

Arriving home you carry everything inside and you want nothing than to take a nap maybe, jetlag is starting to kick in, but Harry has other plans.

“What, how do you think all this decoration will be put up?”

You groan and act like a drama queen, but of course, help him with anything and everything. You work for hours, but it doesn’t feel that long. Harry does everything he can to annoy you, but it always turns into fits of laughter and you start sabotaging him too. Your banter is perfect and you totally forget just how tired you were feeling not long ago.

“I’ll order dinner while you finish these, what do you want?” he asks while you’re hanging the stockings over the fireplace.

“We literally just restocked your fridge, why don’t we cook something?”

“Because I always crave fast food when I’m jetlagged,” he shrugs, opening up the app on his phone. “Pizza?”

“Sure,” you nod.

About thirty minutes later you’re sitting by the kitchen island, eating extra cheesy pizza and drinking wine.

“You’re not actually mad at me for bringing you here, right?” he asks, peeking at you over his slice.

“I was at the airport.”

“Okay, but what about now? If you don’t want to be here I can book you a flight back or you can take the jet…”

You know you have all those options, he would drive you to the airport without hesitation at five in the morning and it might have occurred to you to leave, but now, as you’re sitting here with him you realize there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

“No need. I’m… I’m happy to stay if you’ll have me.”

“Of course I will have you!” he chuckles in relief. “You’ll always have a place here or wherever I am. I told you, you’re family.” Reaching over he tickles your ear, something he knows you hate, because it makes you giggle like a toddler, but he just laughs as you smack his hand away.

“Stop! My ears are off limits!” you protest.

Even though you’re around Harry 24/7, there’s not much alone time you actually get to spend with him. He’s always surrounded by people, his life is constantly buzzing and you don’t want to bother him when he has some private time for himself. But this time, it’s just the two of you having the most one-on-one time you’ve spent together probably ever.

Sitting by the kitchen island, the pizza is long gone when you’re still talking, the last drops of wine chilling in your glasses. The conversation flows easily and you hop from light topics to heavier ones and this is the version of Harry that truly makes it easy to fall for him.

“Can I ask you something?” he pops the question, turning towards you with his whole body on the stool.

“Sure.”

“Why were you so against spending the holidays with me? We’re friends, right?”

“Yeah, we are,” you nod, avoiding to look at him.

“So then why would you choose going home alone instead of being with me and my family?”

Pursing your lips you push them from one side to the other, trying to come up with an answer, but there’s nothing that you’d willing to say out loud.

“Okay, I see this is a touchy subject. You don’t have to answer.”

Slipping off his stool he starts cleaning up and you feel bad for not answering his question, but you just can’t bring yourself to reveal this part of you to him just yet. You’re not one to get vulnerable easily even though Harry would be worthy of it.

You silently stand rom your stool and grab the wine glasses before loading them into the dishwasher. He is standing with his back facing you and for a moment you fight the urge to hug him from behind. It would be way too intimate and you’d never be in the position where you get to be that close to him, and the thought is so excruciating.

“Good night, Harry,” you mumble under your breath, heading out of the kitchen, but his voice stops you.

“I meant it, Y/N.”

You turn around at the doorway and see him watching you, leaning against the edge of the counter.

“You’ll always have a place with me.”

You have no words to answer, so you just turn around and walk out.

Eleven hours of sleep completely wipes out the awkwardness of the last bits of your conversation from last night. Despite the long sleep, you feel disoriented, the jetlag is still kicking your butt and most likely Harry is fighting the same battle, because when you appear in the kitchen he is sipping on what smells like the strongest brew of coffee as he sits by the kitchen counter with his phone.

“Mornin’,” you clear your throat and grabbing a mug you pour some for yourself from the vintage pot before joining him.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?”

“Like a truck hit me,” you chuckle, rubbing your eyes.

“Do you have plans for today?”

“You’re asking that as if I planned to be here.”

“Alright, then get ready, we’re leaving in twenty. We have a busy day ahead of us.”

He did not joke.

After a quick breakfast the two of you make a round to get everything from the list the shelter gave you and you drop it off as promised. It gives you an insane boost for the day, seeing the volunteers be so grateful. He chats for a bit, gets to know the problems they face around winter time and you already know he will donate a fat amount to the shelter before Christmas morning.

He takes a group picture with the volunteers, but asks them not to post until after the holidays. People tend to look for the bad in pure acts and he knows well they would call him out for wanting clout.

Then you’re off for a last minute gift shopping, it’s quick, because Harry knows exactly what he wants to buy and where he can find them, so you get done with it before he could be spotted.

He has to drop off something for a friend at the ice rink that’s in front of the town hall for the Christmas Market, so that’s where you’re headed next. You don’t want to stay in the car so while Harry disappears, you wander to the side of the rink, watching the skaters, mostly kids. You watch the joy on their faces, the screams and laughs, you’re witnessing some great memories being made.

You wish you had some of these as well.

“You want to skate?”

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t even notice Harry’s return.

“Huh?”

“You’re watching them so intently. We have time to skate a bit if you want,” he offers with a small smile.

“Oh, no. Let’s just go. People will recognize you and it will turn into a shit show,” you shrug, stepping away from the rink.

“I mean, there are about fifty people at most, don’t think it would get that bad. Come on, I’ll get us both a pair of skates.”

“Harry, I can’t skate,” you admit, not too willingly. “I never… I never learned how to skate.”

He looks back at you stunned, opens his mouth to say something but then closes it and your need to get away from the rink grows.

“Your mom never took you skating?” he then asks and you shake your head.

“She was busy getting drunk or pretending she was getting better at rehab for the third time,” you shrug, acting like it’s no big deal, but your childhood or the lack of a normal one has always stung. You just learned how to mask the pain.

Harry doesn’t speak as he nods shortly and the two of you head back to the car in silence. Arriving back to his home you’re desperate for some alone time so you lock yourself up in your room and end up taking a nap.

It’s dark outside when you wake up, your throat feels dry like a desert and you swear it feels like you slept for days, but when you check the time on your phone you see that it’s been just about two hours.

When you make your way downstairs you find Harry in the living room with a fake tree, ornaments and decorations littering across the floor everywhere you see as he is putting up the lights first.

“Hey,” you softly speak up to get his attention. He looks over his shoulder before finishing up with the lights before stepping back.

“Hi! Was I too loud? I’m sorry if I woke you up–”

“No, I didn’t hear a thing,” you smile back at him. “Can I help?”

“Sure!”

The two of you slowly dress the tree up, he has all kinds of ornaments, silly ones, vintage ones, even handmade ones, so it turns out colorful and mismatched, but it fits him and his home perfectly. You can’t even picture him to have one of those perfectly decorated modern trees.

“Hungry?” he then asks when you’re finished.

“Yeah.”

You cook together, though it’s mostly him, you’re just working under his hand because you don’t want to be useless. It’s quiet, usually your chit-chat is ongoing, but now you both keep away from conversing and you know it’s because of your comment about your mom earlier. You shouldn’t have been this blunt, it must have come off the wrong way.

“Hey, I’m sorry for what I said,” you speak up, leaning against the edge of the counter.

“You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I shouldn’t have been that blunt, you couldn’t know… and I shouldn’t have said it, it’s not something I should be sharing…”

“Y/N, don’t think you have anything to be ashamed of,” he says, finally looking at you as he puts the knife down. “And I don’t want you to think that just because your past wasn’t that good your future can’t be different. I told you, you’re family for me and for a lot others in the crew.”

“It’s… You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumble under your breath, refusing to look at him.

“But I do know, I know that you are part of my family and you don’t ever have to feel like you’re alone. Christmas, Easter or birthdays, you’re always welcomed here.”

There are no words that can describe what you’re feeling as he is looking at you with those beautiful eyes filled with warmth. There’s a sense of belonging that’s pulling you towards him, but you still have your walls up so you keep your distance even despite the strong urge to just throw yourself into his arms.

“Thank you,” is all you manage to say. Harry nods before turning back to the food.

You don’t talk about it again. By the time dinner is ready the mood has lightened and you’re back to your usual dynamic.

That night you go to sleep with mixed feelings. It’s great to spend the holiday somewhere where you’re wanted and welcomed. It’s been a long time since you felt this at home at Christmas, it’s been seven years since your mom died and for a while you spent the holidays with a friend of yours, but even then, you didn’t feel like you belonged there, it was more of a pity invite you got. You had a fallout not long after and the lonely times began. But Harry is not changing it all, for the first time in your life you actually feel like you’re surrounded with love and he didn’t just fly you out because he felt sorry for you, but because he actually wanted you here.

On the other hand however, you can’t ignore the bitter taste in your mouth, because the tiny voice in the back of your head keeps reminding you that nothing is forever and you should save yourself from heartbreak. No one loves you enough to stay long, that’s just how it’s always been and it will be like that in the future too. If you let yourself believe that Harry will be in your life forever, you’ll end up crying when he leaves, just like everyone else in your life did. You need to keep your distance, that’s why he can never know about your feelings for him you’ve been harboring.

“You’re here! Oh, I’m so happy to see you again!”

Anne pulls you into the most bone crushing hug ever when you walk into her house. Chuckling you wrap her in your arms as well.

“Hi Anne, thank you for having me.”

“No need to thank me, you’re family!” she waves in dismiss and you swallow back the bitterness, stepping to the side so she can greet her son as well. “I missed you so much!” she sighs and you can’t help but smile as you watch them hug. Harry’s embrace practically swallows his mom, it’s the cutest thing ever. You wonder what it’s like to have such a great mother.

Gemma is already there, cousins, aunts and uncles and a few of Anne’s friends as well. The place is packed, there’s food everywhere and though you know most of Harry’s family, you still feel odd on your own. However, you don’t spend much time left alone, Harry sticks to your side, easing your fears about crushing their family celebration. He is more touchy too, that you notice, his hand often lands on the small of your back, your shoulders or arm, physical connection is continuous throughout lunch and even during game time after. He always insists on being your partner whenever you have to team up for a game and you crush it every time. You spend so much time together, you can understand each other from just a look.

“It’s not fair!” one of his cousins groans following another one of your wins. “There’s a no couples rule and you are definitely one!”

You freeze right away, even though it was just a joke and everybody knows that. No one bats an eye, but Harry notices how tense you’ve become.

“Y/N, is everything–”

“I’m gonna have a breather,” you cut him off and get up from the floor. Grabbing your jacket you rush out to the back porch that’s empty, since it’s freezing cold out.

“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath as you zip your jacket and fold your arms over your chest. You can never be seen as a couple by others, you will never be together with Harry, not even if he happens to feel the same way you feel about him. This can never be more than just a friendship. It probably shouldn’t have turned into that in the first place, he is your boss, not a friend you hang out with for fun every day. You’re his assistant, you plan his trips, you buy his plane tickets, book his hotel rooms, keep in contact with his accountant and manager and housekeeper and everyone else that’s part of the Harry Styles show.

The sliding door opens behind you and you want to curse again when you see Harry stepping out.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asks, putting his coat on as he walks over to you.

“I’m fine,” you answer shortly, staring ahead of you, out to Anne’s backyard.

“You should know by now that I know when you’re lying,” he chuckles softly. “Is it what Jonah said?”

“We’re not a couple, Harry. We should never be.”

“Wow, okay, you took it to your heart.”

“I just don’t want people to think it’s something that could happen. Because it can’t and won’t.”

“I’m sorry that thinking of me in a romantic way is so fucking painful to you,” he snorts out an offended laugh and you instantly regret being so harsh.

“I’m… It’s not…”

“You’ve been so weird, Y/N. Acting like spending the holidays with me is like the last thing you wanna do, and now you get all worked up because of one silly comment.”

“It’s not… It’s not what it looks like. I promise I’m happy to be here it’s just…”

You can’t explain yourself without telling him the truth about your feelings. You’ve been cornered, oh shit.

“Are you… trying to avoid me?” he guesses and you shut your eyes closed, praying he would just disappear so you don’t have to have this conversation. “Okay, don’t answer, but I’ll come clean and maybe that will make you feel better…” he continues and your eyes pop open as you look at him.

He looks nervous, like before his first solo Wembley show, but there are no thousands of people waiting for him eagerly to perform, it’s just you and him, yet he is fumbling with his fingers as if he was about to go on stage.

“There’s a part of me that hopes you’ve been acting like this because you feel the same way… Y/N, I—fuck, I should have prepared a real speech,” he chuckles anxiously and you can’t decide if you want to run away or jump into his arms. “We spend so much time together and we get along so well, I feel like it was bound to happen… I would love to—Um, gosh, this is so bad,” he chuckles again.

“Harry, no…” you plead quietly, but he either didn’t hear it or chose to ignore it.

“Y/N, you are so much more than just my assistant, you’re one of my absolute best friends, but even more than that… I mean I want you to be more than that and I’m hoping you feel the same way… We’re so good together and you know me better than anyone and I know you like the back of my hand too, that’s why… I have hope that you might feel the same way. I mean, I feel like there’s been sparks and… I really didn’t plan this out, fuck,” he exhales as he finally looks at you now that he has said everything out loud, but then he sees tha panic on your face. “I was wrong, oh shit. You don’t… Fuck,” he curses, running a hand through his hair.

“N-No, I…”

“It’s fine if you don’t feel the same way, I won’t go crazy about it, I mean it will hurt like hell, but it’s fine, or it will be fine.”

“It’s not that. I’m… Harry, I do feel… the same,” you manage to say, but there’s no relief, only pain.

“You do?” his face lights up.

“Yes, but… We can’t… We can’t do this.”

“Is this because you work for me? I’m sure we could figure it out, don’t stress about that.”

“It’s not about that,” you shake your head. “Please don’t make me… I don’t want to talk about it.”

He is confused, he doesn’t understand what’s happening and how he should feel about it, because you just admitted to having feelings for him, but you’re pushing him away at the same time, it doesn’t make any sense to him at all.

“Did I do something? I can’t make it right if you don’t tell me what it is, Y/N, I–”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you repeat yourself and he is more confused than ever, but he wouldn’t make you do something you don’t want to.

“Okay,” he nods. “It’s okay, I won’t bring it up again.”

“You won’t?” you ask with wide eyes, it’s definitely not the reaction you were expecting from him.

“If that’s what you want, yeah.”

“I don’t want this to ruin everything between us, Harry. I don’t want anything to change, I can’t… I can’t afford to lose you too!” The last part comes out barely as just a whisper and they hit him hard in the chest. Lose him too? You could never lose him, no matter what.

“Hey, you won’t lose me, okay? It’s all good, let’s just… I won’t bring it up again. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Stepping closer he cups your jaw in one hand, the other one resting on your shoulder as you try to control your panicked breathing.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out in defeat. This shouldn’t have happened, he will now distance himself from you and you’ll lose yet another person you love and who is supposed to love you back. You want nothing more than to be with him the way he just proposed, but your fears root too deep to let yourself get into a relationship that would hurt you so badly eventually.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s alright, don’t worry. Come on, let’s get back and drink some mulled wine, how does that sound?”

“You’re not mad at me?” you ask in disbelief.

“Of course not,” he smiles and you can tell it’s genuine. He holds a hand out for you and you’re hesitant to take it, but eventually do and the two of you join the party.

You can’t shake the tension in your bones at first, you’re on the edge, waiting for Harry to change, but it never happens. If anything, he is even sweeter with you, always checking in on you, making sure you’re alright and it confuses you even harder.

You just rejected him, he shouldn’t want to be around you. This is not what usually happens, because no matter what, people always leave you. No one has ever loved you enough to want to stay.

You have a few drinks, just enough to ease your anxiety and enjoy the gathering again, like before your talk with Harry. You play more games, sing songs and dance to Christmas music and have some amazing talks with Harry’s family. You’ve never felt more at home, Anne treats you like her daughter, Gemma is like your sister, though Harry… he does not feel like a brother to you. Not when you shiver every time he touches you, not when your eyes meet and he gifts you with a warm smile, mouthing “Are you alright?” every time. Not when he pulls you into his arms and dances with you in the kitchen, your legs tangling together so you almost fall to the floor laughing.

When the party is dying down you’re in the kitchen helping Anne clean up.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t host you this year, but next year you’ll have a place here, Y/N, I promise,” she tells you and you stop as you look at her.

“Next year?”

“Yeah. You’re coming next year too, right?” she smiles at you warmly and it feels like a tight hug. “I hope my son didn’t get too much on your nerves,” she adds chuckling.

“No, I… it’s been amazing. Thank you for having me…” Your voice dies down as your throat closes up and tears dwell in your eyes.

Anne notices the change in you and she drops the kitchen towel from her hands to move over to you.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” she asks, her eyes searching your face as she takes it between her hands. You want to talk, but the words don’t roll off your tongue, so you just shake your head, urging yourself to stop crying like a baby.

“Honey, what got you so sad? Did I do something? Or Harry? You want me to whoop his ass?”

A laugh bubbles from your throat and it feels like it broke the restraint that’s been holding your words back.

“You didn’t do anything. You… Well, you did,” you hiccup, “but not in the sense you asked.”

“Tell me what it is, come on, let’s sit down and chat.” She pulls you over to the kitchen island and you both climb up to a stool as she patiently rubs your back.

“I’m sorry for… breaking down,” you breathe out when you finally gain control over your breathing.

“No need to apologize. Just tell me what the matter is, Darling.”

“I’m just… It’s so stupid,” you shake your head with a bitter laugh. “I didn’t want to come here, because… it’s everything I never had.”

“What do you mean?”

“I never had a Christmas like this. I never had a big family, I never experienced so much… love.”

It’s like your chest has been opened and now you’re unloading your deepest thoughts that you’ve been harboring deep down probably your whole life. And Anne quietly listens and lets you talk.

“We barely celebrated Christmas with my mom, because… she usually wasn’t really in the condition to do so, it was a miracle if she remembered what day it was. I never felt this warmth and I didn’t want to come because I knew it wouldn’t end well. For me.”

“Just because your past Christmases weren’t good, you can still have nice ones now. You have all these people around you that love you and want to spend time with you, this is your chance to make up for all the bad memories.”

“I know,” you breathe out. “But it’s like… my brain is not letting me have it, I keep thinking that if I settle in this feeling and let myself have it, it will hurt more when I lose it.”

“But why do you think you’ll lose it?”

“Because I always lost it,” you answer without missing a beat.

“Oh Darling…” she breathes out and the next thing you know is that she has her arms around you, pulling you into her embrace, your head resting on her chest.

You’re not a hugger, you usually try to avoid close physical contact, but now you instantly melt against her, even put your arms around her waist, letting her warmth wrap you in a cocoon.

“Love is a tricky thing, because as good as it can feel, losing it could break your heart. But you can’t deprive yourself of it fully. You can’t push away everyone from yourself because there’s a chance they might step out of your life one day.”

“But I don’t think I can handle it,” you admit truthfully. “Everyone has left me and I don’t think I can handle it one more time.”

“Of course you can,” she replies, giving you a squeeze. “You have to, because it’s worse if you push everyone away and end up alone. That’s no way to live life.”

“Feels more stable,” you shrug, making her laugh as she lets go of you so she can look at you.

“Yes, but you won’t be happy.”

“I won’t be happy if I get my heart broken again either.”

“No, but when you receive the love, you’ll feel like you’re on the top of the world, that’s what gets you going. Without love, you’ll… lose yourself.”

You’re chewing her words thoroughly, adding everything to what you’ve thought so far and it’s putting it all into a different perspective, though you still can’t shake your deeply rooted fears.

“Have you ever had your heart broken?” you then ask.

“Oh, a million times!” she chuckles. “It’s the way life is, you live, you love and sometimes your heart gets broken. Then you heel and go on from there, appreciating the love you have, looking for other people to give you more. Easy as it is.”

“You really make it sound easy,” you chuckle.

The two of you sit in silence for a bit, deep in thoughts until Anne speaks up again.

“Harry’s confession scared you, didn’t it?”

“You know about it?” you ask, eyes widened.

“Of course,” she laughs. “He is my son and he shares an awful lot with me. Like his feelings for this one particular girl,” she winks at you, heat crawling up your neck. The thought that Harry told his mom about you awakens the butterflies in your stomach right away.

“I don’t want to lose him,” you mutter, refusing to look her in the eyes. “It’ll hurt less if we… don’t get involved.”

“You really think your heart wouldn’t get broken if you parted ways now?”

You want to answer yes instantly, but you can’t when you actually think about it. It doesn’t matter that you’re not dating him, losing him would be just as hard and painful at this point, because he is your friend. Your best friend, to be exact. He is such a huge part of your life already that it would be impossible not to have your heart broken if you lost him.

“I know you to be the kind of person who takes risks. That’s what you have to do too when it comes to love and you just have to hope for the best. And if you end up hurt, take it as a lesson, build from it and continue stronger.”

She pats your hand and slips off the stool before leaving you alone with your thoughts.

You needed this conversation and you’re glad it was Anne you could have it with. It’s bittersweet, because you wanted your mom to be just like her, to give you this support and wisdom, but she could never be the mother you needed her to be.

Your thoughts are racing when you say goodbye and you and Harry head back to his place. It’s dark, the street lights are gently illuminating his face as they pass by and you’re working up your courage to talk to him when you arrive.

He is still not showing any signs of anger or disappointment about your previous conversation, he is not bitter about getting rejected and it’s sending you a message, loud and clear.

He loves you enough to bear with the pain of being rejected rather than to lose you.

“If you’re not too tired we can watch a movie, if you want,” he offers arriving home.

“Can we… talk?” you ask, your inside shaking from anticipation and fears.

“You can talk during the movie, I don’t mind,” he shrugs, not taking the hint what you meant.

“No, I mean… can we have a talk?”

His eyes finally meet yours and he realizes that it’s something serious.

“Oh. Sure, let’s sit down.”

“I can’t,” you blurt out. “I’m… I’m too nervous,” you add.

“Okay, then we’ll stand. What’s up?”

You take a deep breath staring at him, getting lost in those beautiful green eyes for a moment before you force the words out of your mouth.

“I love you.”

It’s relieving and scary at the same time to say it so openly, but you can’t take it back now. Harry’s lips part, but because of your talk earlier, he doesn’t say anything, just waits for you to add more.

“I’m… I’m sorry for the way I reacted today. Truth is that… I’m scared to death, Harry,” you admit, already feeling your eyes tearing up. “I’m so used to people walking out of my life, people who were supposed to love me, that I reject the idea of giving someone the power to break my heart like that again. I thought that I’m protecting myself by pushing you away, but I was so wrong,” you breathe out a bitter chuckle.

You’re a mess, your hands are shaking and you feel like throwing up, but you know you have to put it all out. It’s now or never. Stepping closer you continue.

“I had an eye-opening talk with your mom,” you smile. “It’s gonna be hard to change my point of view, I’ll have to work on that. But I do take risks and– Sorry, I’m rambling,” you chuckle, scratching the back of your neck.

“It’s okay,” he smiles softly.

“What I’m trying to say is that… I love you and I… I want to give it a chance. Give us a chance.”

“Really?” His whole face lights up as he takes your face between his hands.

“Yeah,” you smile through your tears. “Just please… Don’t break my heart,” you add in a whisper.

“Oh Y/N…” he exhales, resting his forehead against yours. “You have the right to cut my balls off if I ever do that,” he says, finally making you laugh.

“But I already have the right to do that if you ever miss a flight or don’t answer my texts in less than 24 hours.”

“Add this to the list too,” he grins, nudging your nose with his, his lips are now just a breath away.

“We have to set boundaries though,” you say, though it’s the last thing you want to talk about.

“We will. But we’re on vacation, so no more work talk,” he warns before his lips finally press against yours.

You’ve imagined kissing Harry so many times, but fantasy is nothing like reality. Like feeling his hungry mouth discovering yours, his hands pressing into your back or the moan that slips through his delicious lips when you tug on his hair to pull him closer even though you’ve melted together and you can’t tell where you end and where he starts.

He somehow backs until he bumps against the couch and he falls to the soft cushion, pulling you with him and you settle on his lap, pressing your front against his eagerly. You’re ready to go all the way, right here on his couch, you’ve wanted him for so long, you don’t want to wait any longer, but fate has different plans for you.

Harry’s phone starts buzzing in his pocket breaking the moment, though neither of you are eager to acknowledge it and pull back, but when it doesn’t stop, Harry grunts against your lips and reaches into his pocket with an annoyed frown. You attempt to climb off his lap, but his free hand is quick to grab onto your waist and pull you back.

“No moving,” he warns you before answering the call. “Mum? It’s not a good ti–” he starts, but Anne cuts him off.

“Harry, be patient with her, okay?” you hear her voice in the quiet. Harry’s eyes snap up to meet yours as he answers.

“I am. Well, not right now,” he cheekily says referring to the situation the two of you are in at the moment and you can barely bite a giggle back.

“Right now is what matters!” Anne sighs. “Listen, I talked to her and she is–”

“Mum.” This time Harry is the one interrupting. “Now is not a good time. We are actually smoothing things out with Y/N, like, right now.”

There’s a silence in the call while Harry is eyeing you with hunger and passion, his free hand relentlessly massaging your hips, waist and thighs.

“Oh… Oh! Great! I’ll get out of your hair then. Come by tomorrow to tell me everything!”

“Are you sure you want to hear everything?” Harry chuckles and you smack his chest playfully, giving him a hard look, but it quickly turns into a smile.

“Oh you wanker!”

“Bye mum!” he laughs, ending the call and letting the phone drop to the cushion next to him before eagerly returning all of his attention to you. “Now, where were we?”

“Get those in order, right now!” Your voice beams through the hallway as you’re jogging to Harry’s dressing room, the whole backstage buzzing from the show that just ended minutes ago. You have a looser schedule since you’re only leaving in the late afternoon tomorrow, but you want everything to be ready in time as usual.

Questions are thrown at you on your way by different crew members and you have an answer to all of them because you are probably the only person around here who knows everything, even the stuff that’s not even your responsibility to take care of.

Reaching his dressing room you walk in without knocking, a habit that’s not new, you used to come and go even before you started sharing a bed with the star of the show.

“You have about…” you start, checking the time on your phone, “ten minutes to get ready so we can get going,” you announce as you walk in, expecting him to be running around in his underwear, either about to shower or freshly out of the shower, because usually that’s the state you find him.

Not this time though.

Surprisingly, he is already dressed, his things are packed, ready to leave.

“We can get going, but not where you’d think,” he smirks at you, grabbing his backpack as he walks over to you, stealing a quick kiss.

“Huh?” you narrow your eyes at him.

“Come on, we have somewhere to be.”

Confusion etches onto your face as he takes your hand and starts pulling you out of the building, to the parking lot, but he doesn’t head to the car, instead the two of you are walking over to the sports center that’s right next to the arena he has just performed at.

“Harry? Where are we going?” you ask with a nervous laughter.

“No questions, it’s a surprise,” he smirks.

The building is closed, it’s quite late at night, but he just simply walks up to the entrance and you spot a security guard there who unlocks the door for you without hesitation.

“Good evening,” Harry greets the man.

“Good evening. Everything is ready for you,” the man nods with a smirk.

“Thank you so much.”

“Are you going to murder me? If you want to get rid of me you should just fire me and break up with me,” you mumble, but he just laughs at your comment.

“I’m never getting rid of you, baby,” he says, kissing your temple as the two of you turn the corner.

And slowly, you realize what is about to happen.

“Harry? Is this…” you breathe out, the two of you approaching an ice rink.

“It is,” he chuckles, squeezing your hand as he pulls you over a bench that has two pairs of ice-skates waiting for you. “I know I’m not a parent, it won’t be a good childhood memory, but it can still be a nice experience. Learning how to skate.”

You’re touched by the thought and the gesture. It’s been almost two months since that one time back in England when you blurted out how you were never taught to skate. He remembered and he is now eager to turn it into a nice experience rather than a bitter part of your childhood.

“It’s gonna be a lot better,” you smile at him, curling your arms around his neck before kissing his rosy lips. “Thank you.”

“Am I doing this no heartbreak thing right?” he smirks, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You’re doing it perfectly.”

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restinslices · 2 months

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Silly little request but how do you think LKB would dress like casually? Like once every blue moon they have a day off and ding need to wear their uniforms? Can you do this in bullet points?

Them not in their uniforms is such a normal concept but it seems so weird for them if you know what I mean. Like, wdym they don’t wear those outfits to sleep? Also this is probably shorter than other posts because it’s about outfits, yk?

Bi-Han

Black. Moving on-

On some real shit though, I feel like this man’s entire wardrobe is in greyscale

Someone’s like “hey there’s this event coming up! Can you wear a blue shirt?”

You’d think he’d have blue but nope. Nothing but blacks and greys and maybe a white in there

I saw a post of biker Bi-Han and I definitely see it now

Idk if the pictures imma attach at the end are really biker tho so that’s why I’m saying mainly blacks

Like Elsa, the cold doesn’t bother him anyway so jackets aren’t really a thing he has to wear. He kinda just does because it makes the outfit look better

That’s all the brain power he puts into it though because this man doesn’t care about his wardrobe at all

He cares enough to not look sloppy but he doesn’t care about piecing shit together or brands and designer. If you look closely you can see he’s wearing the same shirt he was wearing yesterday

He wears black because he’s still thinking like an assassin. The whole “I shouldn’t be noticeable” thing

Which is wild when you think about how he’s definitely noticeable in that blue outfit but idk

He also wears black because… he doesn’t know

He checked his closet and realized that shit looked like a black void but refuses to actually wear more color

I don’t see him accessorizing much either. He only carries stuff he can fit in his pockets

Kuai Liang

Lazy

Bi-Han adds a jacket for a bit of razzle dazzle but Kuai Liang doesn’t

In all fairness, he gets hot easily (this is stereotypical but idc) so a jacket isn’t gonna work

He wears the most basic t shirts and pants

Like he legit got the same white shirt 50 times

The shit is despicable

I don’t think he adds many accessories either. He probably doesn’t carry much on him

Long sleeves never really happen either

Honestly I don’t think of any them dress with any special aesthetic in mind

But him? Extra lazy

I am being so serious when I say he buys the same clothes over and over again. He forgets he has a white t shirt in his closet so he buys another and the cycle repeats

Probably doesn’t care as much because what are the chances he’ll be out of uniform?

You know how people say men's outfits are so boring? He’s the main example they use because there’s no personality with his shit

I don’t see him doing much on his off days though so that’s probably why he just throws something on

He’s just getting dressed to go grocery shopping

Tomas Vrbada

The one with the most style

Which isn’t saying a lot

Wears multiple layers

Why do I think this way? Idk. But if I said they all dress the same, it’d be boring so here we are

He probably has a normal type of body heat since he’s not a pyromancer or cryomancer so he’s wearing hoodies and jackets because he’s genuinely cold

He accidentally has style

Wearing a hoodie and jacket is stylish to people for whatever reason. He doesn’t get it but he’s like “yeah, I definitely have fashion sense. It’s definitely not because I’m cold all the time. That just doesn’t sound like me”

May accessorize a bit but not as much

As a whole I think accessories can become heavy and get in the way and our boys gotta be ready to bust a move if something pops off. Just because they’re off duty doesn’t mean they’re not paying attention or in danger

So that’s why our boys travel light

He has those smoke bombs and shit so he might have a little pouch with him but I don’t think he’d carry a backpack. Goes back to being too heavy

If something can’t fit in a pouch, it’s staying home

Dresses in neutral colors. I don’t think any of them are necessarily into bright colors

Doesn’t have the same exact clothes but wears them the same exact way. His outfits look like a skin variation

He’s doing his best

Remember all I do for you because imagining them in normal clothes fucked me up more than I’d like to admit

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unicornprintzz · 1 year

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YOU’RE MINE☆

Dealer! Ellie x fem reader

☆Warning! Sexual tension, drug use, heavy make-out session, light smut MDNI!

☆The reader is considered a good girl and doesn't do drugs, but will hanging out with Ellie change that?

Ring ring

You looked away from your book and picked up your phone.

"Hi Dina"

"Hey boo! Are you free tonight?"

"Yeah, I am why?"

"Well I'm having a little party tonight at my place-- don't worry! it won't be more than 15 people"

"Sounds fun! Did it have to be on a school night?"

"Y/n I promise it won't go past 10"

"Okay, then I'll see you tonight.”

“Yay! I'll see you later then.”

You put your phone down and decided to go look for an outfit.

“Y/n! You're here” Dina said with glee. “Hi, Dina” you smiled, you looked around and frowned a little. “Dina you said no more than 15 people, this looks like 30” Dina gave you a nervous laugh, “Well, word got out that Ellie was gonna be at the party, so people insisted on coming like I couldn't say no! I'm such a nice person,” you looked at her and giggled, “It's fine anyways what were you saying about that Leah girl yesterday?” Dina smiled and pulled you to sit at the table with her. If there was one thing you and Dina were the best at, is gossiping about people who you both gave zero fucks about.

Some girl came up to Dina and grabbed her hand, “What is it, Lily?” Lily whispered in Dina’s ear and started giggling. “She actually came that's surprising, Y/n I’ll be back real soon!” Dina ran off with Lily and some other girls. You were confused about what they were talking about. You started scrolling on your phone until Dina came back.

“Hey boo! I’m back” Dina sat down with a smile on her face. You looked down at her pocket and rolled your eyes. “You know Dina you could have gotten some from Eugene for free.” Dina also rolled her eyes, “I’m too lazy to go to his house plus Ellie gives pretty girls discounts.” Dina whispered the last part. “Cool but still, you didn’t get it for free,” “Stop being an ass either way, Ellie is hot I’ll buy from her anytime.”

Dina got up and pulled you, “let's go dance!” you both got up and went to the dance floor. Things were getting hectic and you started to get pushed around. Some guy bumped into you hard and you fell back but caught yourself right in time, you looked behind you and realized instead of grabbing Dina, you grabbed somebody else, “Oh shit, you good?” the woman behind you said. “Oh my God Ellie I'm so sorry I didn't mean to grab you.” Ellie chuckled, “It’s all good Y/n.” You smiled and looked at Ellie a little too much for your liking. Dina from the other side of the dance floor looked at you two and smirked. She ran to you two and grabbed Ellie’s shoulder to pull her down to her level, “Ellie would you mind taking care of Y/n for a bit, I want to hang out with Lily for a bit, so can you stay with her because she's too sweet and innocent to be on her own around here y’know?” Dina looked at you and gave you an evil smirk. You gave Dina an offended look, but deep down you were excited, really excited.

Ellie looked at you and smiled, “Alright Dina I’ll take good care of Y/n.” Your heart skipped a beat hearing her say that. Dina giggled and walked off winking at you. “C’mere,” Ellie said as she reached her hand out to you. You grabbed her hand and you guys walked upstairs. You couldn’t tell if it was awkward or if you were just overthinking it. You guys walked into an empty room and closed the door. You sat on the end of the bed and Ellie leaned against the wall. You decided to say something to make things less awkward. “You’re pretty popular around here aren’t you.” Ellie looked at you and lightly laughed. “Yeah, I guess I am.” Ellie pulled out a joint and lit it. “You want some?” “No no, I'm good I don't do that stuff,” you said kind of embarrassed. “Bummer if you were this could have been for free,” you looked at her confused, “I thought you only gave discounts to certain people?” “Pretty girls get a discount,” Ellie corrected you. “Yeah that, so why are you offering that to me for free then?” Ellie smirked and walked towards you and leaned down where you were sitting. “Pretty girls get discounts, but beautiful girls get it for free,” Ellie whispered to you. You blushed and leaned back a little. Ellie grabbed you by the waist lightly and put you on her lap. “But now that I think about it, I’m glad a beautiful girl like you doesn’t do shit like this y’know?” You nodded shyly and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

Ellie grabbed your face and pulled you closer, “Can I kiss you?” You nodded and your lips locked together. Ellie’s right hand went down to your ass and caressed it lightly. You pulled Ellie closer and started grabbing her hair. You guys pulled away for air. “Ellie” you whispered like you wanted more. “Fuck you’re perfect.” Ellie started attacking your neck, you let out light moans and grabbed her hair again. “Can I take off your shirt pretty girl?” “Mhm” you couldn’t even let out a proper response but you didn’t care. Ellie smirked and flicked her joint, “Ellie your joint!” you whispered scream, “I have better things to do princess.” Ellie took off your shirt and attacked your neck again. You guys were about to go further when the door opened. You got scared and covered your face in Ellie’s neck. Ellie held you tighter, “oh shit Ellie you’re gonna move on that fast?” The voice said. Ellie groaned and pulled off her jacket to put around you so your body won’t be seen.

“Cat, we broke up a year ago get the fuck over it.” Ellie said with a rasp in her voice. “So? We were still together, I don't want you dating another woman.” Ellie lightly pulled you off and stood up in front of Cat, “As I said for the millionth fucking time, we aren't together anymore and never will be again, just fucking leave already.” Cat looked pissed and hurt, she looked at you and walked away with a scoff.

Ellie sighed and looked at you, “fuck I'm sorry you had to witness that.” “It's okay Ellie it happens.” you smiled. Ellie grabbed you and gave you a big hug. “Y/n how are you so understanding? You're such a good girl.” Ellie whispered the last part. You blushed and hugged her back. “You wanna get out of here and go to my place?” “I'd love to Ellie.”

Ellie had her arm wrapped around your waist as you guys walked out of Dina’s party, you looked behind you and saw Dina with a shocked look, but quickly changed into an excited expression. Dina started signaling at her phone meaning she wants you to text her all the details. You gave her a nod and walked away with Ellie.

You guys walked to Ellie’s car, Ellie kindly opened the door for you. It smelled like weed, but honestly, you shouldn't even be surprised. Ellie got in the driver's seat and put one hand on the wheel. “Wanna get something to eat? My treat beautiful.” “That sounds amazing,” you said with a blush. “Then after that maybe you can stay over at my place for the night, how does that sound gorgeous?” Ellie placed her hand on your thigh rubbing it up and down.

You leaned in kissing Ellie, “That sounds perfect Ellie.” Ellie smiled and kissed you more deeply. You crawled over to her lap to deepen the kiss more. Things were getting more heated until-- HONK!-- “OH MY GOD!” you screamed, as you jumped seeing that you sat on the wheel making it honk. Your body was more up on Ellie now, your boobs squished up against Ellie tightly. Ellie was laughing hysterically in your boobs, while banging her feet on the car floor and smacking your ass, you gave her a pout, “what’s so funny!” You said to her trying to sound angry. “That shit was the funniest thing I have ever seen.” “Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “Sweetheart I really like this view right now,” Ellie mumbled. You looked down slightly and just now realized that Ellie’s face was smashed against your boobs.

You blushed madly and covered your face. “Sh sh it’s okay Y/n don’t be embarrassed, I quite enjoyed it.” You covered your face in her neck. “Can we get food now please?” you mumbled still sounding embarrassed.

“Yeah princess I can definitely go for a burger right now.”

A/n- I’m still working on Stuck with me forever, I wish I can start it but school has been taking up all my time. Sorry if this story looks rushed it’s bc it was. Anyways lovelies should this have a part 2?🖤

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams smut #ellie williams imagine #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie x you #ellie williams x reader #tlou ellie #tlouedit #tlou x reader #tlou hbo #tlou part 2 #tlou fanfiction #lets all love lain #Lain thoughts🎀#lgbtq #lesbians

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xxtaneria · 22 days

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𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 | lamine yamal

summary: lamine toys around with his girlfriend.

TODAY, WAS YOUR sister's 19th birthday. And as she should, and of course, she invited you to it.

your outfit:

You were doing your makeup, as your partner was preparing to go to practice. He looked at you, and smiled.

Lamine admired your pale blue dress, and the all the accessories such as the butterfly hair clip in it.

As you already know, the Moroccan is a bit mischievous. And you felt a pair of eyes staring at you, and next thing, you slightly jump and the lipstick got misplaced on your face. All Lamine did was smirk as you gently tap his cheek.

"Lamine... now I have to do my makeup all over again.." you say in a tsundere-ish tone. "So what? Aren't I allowed to jumpscare you a little?" he replies slyly.

"No.. Now dont you have training to get to?" you ask. His smile faded almost immediately.

"Shit.. I gotta go!" he says giving you a kiss, and his spit went into that kiss. He wipes it off which smudges your makeup even more. He did it on purpose.

"See you at the party later!" Lamine says, before getting out the door.

Wait what? What did he mean by 'See you at the party later' ? You didn't think much of it, before getting your makeup kit and repairing the smudged parts.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋ ✧˚.༘⋆

After getting out the car, you look at your sister's house, it. Was. Lit. You could even see some people standing outside the house, that's how lit it really was.

You walking in through the front door to see tons of people in there. A lot of ballons, the music was blasting, and vice versa. Then you go to the backyard and yeah, pretty much the same, but with some people in the pool.

Excited, you search around your sister, and you find her, she looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tiara, a black dress along with some jewelry and black gloves to finish it off. You go up to her and she sees you.

(I'm just going to use Sira as an example of your sister's name)

Sira runs up to you, enveloping you in a warn, loving hug. "Hey, I'm glad you made hermana!" she says, very happy to see you.

I mean, Sira went out of Barcelona to fulfill her acting dreams and hadn't seen you in about 3 years. So she was. ECSTATIC.

"So, how has acting been for you?" you ask smiling. "Its been good. I'm just excited you're here." Sira replies. She moves her head a bit and sees your partner going in.

"Hey Y/N.. What's your boyfriend here for?" she asks. You turn around and your eyes widen. Lamine comes in and starts talking with the boys there.

"Uhh Sira.. I'm just going to Lamine. Is that okay?" you ask, a bit stressed. "Sure. I don't mind!" Sira replies. You slowly run towards Lamine and luckily, you didn't trip because of your Converses.

When you get to Lamine, you rapidly tap his shoulder. And he turns around. "Amor.. What the fuck are you doing here??"

"Oh, we got off training early and your sister's boyfriend,also known as my teammate, let me come." he smiles and slightly shifts so you could see him.

"Hey, what's good Y/N?" he begins. You smile and look at him closely, then you realize that it was Alejandro Balde, Barça's left back. "Hey, you're Alejandro Balde right?" you question.

"Yep, that's me. And by the way, I'm your sister's boyfriend." Alejandro smiles. "Thats cool dude. How long have you and Sira been dating?"

"Oh, it's been about two weeks. We met on Instagram and we liked eachother ever since." Alejandro replies. Next thing you knew, you found yourself having a conversation between Lamine and Alejandro, your new friend.

Ale looks around and sees the people gathering around. "Oh guys, we're about to go sing happy birthday now." Alejandro says, as he gets up from the sofa and goes in the garden. You and Lamine join him and walk towards the garden, hand in hand.

(I'm lazy asf so skip)

You look at the cake you were eating and you were stewing a little. It did feel a little stuffy in there so you wanted to take a breather. You go outside and sit on the porch, looking at the night sky.

The door opens and Lamine goes outside aswell and sits next to you. "Why did you just walk out like that?" Lamine asks.

"It was a little hard to breathe in there, and it was really chaotic." you reply. In return, Lamine pulls you close and puts an arm around you.

"I get you. It kinda was crowded." "Thanks." you say, and give him a kiss on the cheek. This moment was the best, just you, Lamine, and the, dark, night sky.

"Hey, remember when we got our first tattoos?" you ask, breaking the silence. "Yeah, that was actually pretty cool. I used to think if you get a tattoo, you're putting scribble scrabble on yourself." Lamine laughs.

You look down and your arm, and the ink it has. It was Lamine's debut date for Barcelona, you practically had to get that on you. Meanwhile his tattoo is of your name and birthday, so he had two.

"The tattoo thing was a really good idea Y/N." "I know." you responded as you, shift closer to Lamine and just, be there. For him.

#ᥫ᭡ 𝘅𝘅𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗮 #fc barcelona x reader #fcb x reader #lamine yamal imagines #lamine yamal x reader #lamine yamal #lamine x reader #yamal x reader #pablo gavi x reader #fluff #footballer x reader #football fluff #marc guiu x reader #pedri x reader #hector fort x reader #hector fort garcia x reader #marc x reader #lamine yamal imagine #lamine yamal nasraoui ebana x reader

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coryosmin · 3 months

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Ooh Ooh Ooh that cuddly/clingy reader with Sejanus thing. Like the reader and him are best friends and they’re studying together but reader missed her daily nap after the Academy so she gets tired and Sejanus offers to take a nap with her and so they both end up cuddling in his bed and she’s all over him and omg the fluff. And she falls asleep and is drooling on him and later when she wakes up, he teases her about it, and he’s like “just admit it” and she’s like “I don’t drool” and they start play fighting and somehow it ends with them kissing or confessing their feelings or something. Because as much as I’ve said some real slutty shit on here anonymously, I need some fluff 😩

listen, slutty is great and all but fluff? fluff always makes me giggle and twirl my hair. OKAY SO

you were going to go home after school to take a nap but you knew you had to study for your upcoming exams which is precisely why your best friend suggested you come over to his house and study with him. you were so exhausted though. it had been such a long day and you wanted nothing more than to take an hour nap.

so when you got to sejanus’s apartment, his Ma greeted you with a smile. to which you gave her one back as well as a hug. and then she let you go to sejanus’s room. you walked into sejanus’s room, seeing him changed out of his academy uniform and in a simple casual outfit, laying on his bed and reading a book. you pouted. you missed your bed.

“hey,” he greeted, closing his book.

you placed your things down near his desk. “hi,” you greeted back.

“are you okay?” sejanus asked, getting up from his bed and walking over to you.

you looked at sejanus, still pouting. “i’m so tired.”

he laughed, reaching out to give you a hug, wrapping his arms around you. “is that so?” he said. you hugged him back. “do you want to take a nap?”

“please.”

“let’s take a quick nap and then we’ll study.” sejanus said, pulling away and smiling. you were always just so cute when you were tired. and not much studying would get done anyways if you’re sleepy. so sejanus guided you to his bed and you laid down, getting yourself comfortable on the luxurious sheets. sej laid down next to you, wrapping his arms around you.

you smiled tiredly, positioning yourself so that your head was on sejanus’s chest and your leg was draped across his. your arm was around his waist. you were practically on top of him. “comfortable?” sejanus asked, amused.

“mhm.” you said, closing your eyes.

so you definitely fell asleep first. but sejanus also fell asleep. and it was a lovely nap. sejanus was just so warm and comfy, making you feel so relaxed and grateful that your best friend was just so comfortable.

and later on when you woke up, you woke up first. sejanus was snoring softly and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. you always found it adorable that sej snores. you lifted your head from his chest, realizing you did drool a little bit. you wiped it away with your hand, hoping sej doesn’t realize it.

soon after you, sejanus woke up to you still being in his arms but being awake. “hey,” he said groggily.

“good morning,” you let out a small giggle, unable to help yourself.

sejanus pulled you closer to him, snuggling into you. he’s just so cuddly when he first wakes up and it warms your heart so much. you smile, snuggling into sejanus. it was silent for a few minutes until sejanus just goes “you drool in your sleep.”

you fake gasp, pulling away slightly. “no i do not,” you denied.

sejanus gave you a lazy chuckle, nodding his head. “yes you do, sweetheart.”

sweetheart. he didn’t call you that often. on the rare occasions that you’d sleep over, he seemed to always call you sweetheart first thing when he wakes up. but it always did something to your heart. you grinned, unable to help yourself. “you have no proof of this,” you replied.

“yeah?” sejanus asked, smiling back at you. he lifted a finger to your chin, wiping at it. “you missed some.”

this caused you to pout in response. you wiped your drool away earlier so now he must’ve just been messing with you. as you were about to reply, you felt sejanus press his lips against yours. you froze for a moment, unsure of what to do. he pulled away before you could react, a small smile on his face. “there’s no need to pout,” was all he said.

“w-what was that for?” you asked, feeling the heat in your cheeks rising.

sejanus just smiled. “i wanted you to stop pouting,” he replied, snuggling into you again.

okay so like maybe your best friend is definitely totally into you. but you may or may not be definitely totally into him too. and your best friend just kissed you. so that definitely totally means he’s into you right?

“do you like me?” you asked, looking at sejanus who just looked at you so adoringly.

he gave a simple nod of his head. “yeah,” he said. “i do.”

and with that you smiled at him. “i like you too.”

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #minsasks #sejanus plinth x fem!reader #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus x you #sejanus plinth

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seeingteacupsindragons · 9 months

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I keep thinking about this photo and the way Miyoshi characterized them with their new, modern outfits so well.

Miyoshi has talked actually quite a bit about the character designs for the characters in this series, and it's very obvious how much thought and care was put into each of them--to the point of having Billy designed before chapter one.

And I think that's really reflective here, even in these normally impossible outfit choices.

Let's start with Louis: He's the only brother wearing color (blue jacket, orangey-brown boots), as William and Albert are both in head-to-toe neutrals. Louis has a lot of that, too, but Louis has this thing going on where...none...of his clothes...quite...go...together.

He's wearing what looks to be joggers??? With a very nice ribbed turtleneck sweater. Just wildly clashing formality levels here. And a nice hooded duffle jacket, which falls in a weird formality level between those two extremes and doesn't quite work with the turtleneck. A hooded jacket and turtleneck is, ah, not what one would consider a particularly "fashionable" choice. And then's he wearing what looks like hiking work boots. Those are not fashion boots, either, and they're not sneakers.

My point is, what even is this combo? He looks like he got dressed in the first things his hands grabbed out of the closet and then shoved the only pair of shoes by the door on his feet on his way out of the door--his pants are tucked into them, but lazily. The shoes have fake elastic laces, which look childish and are also lazy. He does not care.

And Louis has never been one for looks over practicality: he scarred his own face because it was expedient and useful. And yet there's a pop of color and life to him that his brothers and their mental issues don't quite have. A childishness to the rushed mismatch of things and the most casual clothes any of the brothers have.

William will be quicker, mostly because I already talked about the fact that's he's dressed like a beatnik, a subculture known for its focus on art, anti-commercialism, and equality. So. Yeah.

But William also looks a little like Louis in that he probably doesn't care much about his appearance: he probably has a closet just full of all black clothing he can always match and a neutral, plain trench with no adornment.

He's also dressed to attract as little attention as possible. He's attractive, of course, and his clothes look nice and fit well. But they're incredibly unremarkable, with no accessories or styling to them. No sparks of bright colors. Just there, fitting in, going unnoticed, much like his regular ol' suit in the main canon. If he dressed like Louis, it would attract attention by being different so he puts a little more effort in.

And last, Albert. Albert is the only one of his brothers wearing accessories: that scarf is a fashion scarf, not a functional one (for all that it seems a little chilly, as they're all wearing coats over what appear to be sweaters). He has gloves. I think I've seen those fashion booties in the Women's department. His collar is popped and his pants are cuffed.

But none of those are flashy, expensive accessories. He's not got a 2k dollar watch or cufflinks or furs or even any color. He's in neutrals just like William, and his clothes are rather plain. But the focus with him is on the way he wears them: he's put effort into the scarf and gloves and making sure those very closely fitting pants go OVER the boots and then cuffed them to show off the boots even though they don't appear long enough to need the cuffing for height (and he's mfing tall, like, finding pants for those legs must be hard enough). He looks nice, he looks fashionable and neat and well-cared for...but he doesn't look like a dandy. He's not trying to peacock around. It's a very subtle, classy way to look well-dressed without feeling like a misuse of funds or rubbing it in anyone's face.

None of Louis's items of clothing go together, but it's all very practical and it functions, and that's what matters, right?

All of William's clothing goes together because he bought the blandest items possible because he doesn't want to think about himself or have other people think about him. He's busy thinking about Math and Sherlock.

Albert wants to be classy and subtly fashionable without being an ostentatious asshole.

And it all just works really for their personalities, and I just love the attention and care put into things like that to make sure you can really feel and recognize the characters from a glance (like when Miyoshi was discussing the importance of giving William and Sherlock such distinct silhouettes despite being the same size and width).

It's a lot of work, and work well done, so I want to appreciate it all with you.

#Moriarty the Patriot #Yuukoku no Moriarty #William James Moriarty #Albert James Moriarty #Louis James Moriarty #character design

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i saw you in a dream - university smau

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chapter twenty five - no big deal

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as much as it kills you to admit, you’re fucking terrified to meet up with jeongin after work today. you know you shouldn’t be. it’s just two friends hanging out, right?

right. you don’t know why you’re all of a sudden making such a big deal out of this when it clearly is nothing to worry about.

he just wants to get to know you better.

but what if he doesn’t like this version of you? the version that is real and lives through life everyday? what if he only likes the version of you that he found in his dreams?

sure it was still you but it isn’t really you. in your dreams you were never worried about school or work. you were able to just let everything go.

but here, in the real world, you’re an awkward mess who is riddled with anxiety and stress.

not exactly someone people want to spend their time with, sometimes not even your best friends want to.

somehow, while you were overthinking and pre planning any and every interaction that could happen later tonight, the hour you had left of your shift was over. which means you needed to head back to your apartment quickly before jeongin got there to pick up you up.

do you have any clue where you’re going? nope.

do you plan on asking jeongin where you’re going so you can be mentally prepared and dressed appropriately? also nope.

you seemed to get back to your apartment from the cafe in record time, the anxiety about the night causing you to walk faster than usual.

you quickly changed into a pair of baggy jeans and a t-shirt paired with a zip up jacket. nothing too fancy but nothing too lazy looking. casual enough but also a slight bit more put together than your everyday look.

you’re fixing your hair and checking over yourself in the mirror when your doorbell rings.

you stand in place, looking into the mirror, as you give yourself a little pep talk. ending it with “don’t be weird!” like that was going to change anything.

as you start to make your way out of your room you begin to hear muffled laughter coming from the living room.

those fuckers let jeongin in.

“uh hey sorry i was just finishing getting dressed,” you say as you walk into the living room, capturing the 3 boys attention.

jeongin, who was sitting on the arm of the sofa, quickly stood up and straightened out his outfit at your arrival.

he clears his throat, “hi!”

seungmin and beomgyu snicker to each other and your interaction, causing you to send a glare to the both of them that only caused them to laugh again, this time a bit louder.

“should we get going?” jeongin asks, bringing your attention back to him.

a smile washes over your face, “yeah of course!”

at your words, jeongin walks past you towards the door, leading the way out of your apartment.

while his back is faced towards you, you take the opportunity to flip seungmin and beomgyu off before you quickly catch up to jeongin.

as you two make your way down the stairs of your apartment complex, the nervous tension quickly sets over the both of you.

you take a deep breath and clear your throat, “so uh, where are we going?” you ask with a slight shameful laugh.

jeongin looks at you with a surprised face before letting out a laugh himself.

“god i’m so stupid i’m so sorry. i didn’t realize i forgot to tell you,” he rubs the back of his neck out of embarrassment. “it’s a really nice night so i thought we could go for a walk? maybe get something to eat while we’re out?”

you couldn’t help but blush at his suggestion, what he planned being a little more romantic than you’re sure he realizes.

you ignore the sudden warm feeling in your cheeks, “yeah that sounds really lovely actually.”

the smile your words being him making your heart ache a bit more than you would like to admit.

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Re: your recent response about Draco wearing blue - fashion is not something I tend to pick up on (or understand very well generally), so I’m always curious to hear more about it! Do you have any other fashion thoughts you want to elaborate on? You’ve talked a bit about Draco and Hermione’s fashion, what about Harry or Ron?

Aw, yeah! I'll preface this by saying that the following is a combination of canon and headcanon; some of this is evidenced in the text of the fic, but some of it probably isn't, it's just something that's in my head when describing them.

Harry's pretty small in Lionheart, as a consequence of chronic malnutrition in childhood mixed with a genetic predisposition to it (James is canonically a short king, cf. "Hairy Little Christmas.") That means a lot of his muggle clothes don't fit well, being hand-me-downs from Dudley; in contrast, his school robes, which we know he got tailored at Malkin's, seem to fit normally (i.e., Harry fits better in the magical world, it's his home, it suits him). In general, Harry's fashion is "adequate, but not great," which makes sense; he never had the chance to choose his own clothes growing up, and then he went to boarding school with a uniform, so when would he develop a sense of style? Honestly, it's a relief for him to have one fewer decisions to make.

Like Ron, Harry's uniform isn't super meticulous, but he seems to make an effort. He does his tie and keeps his shirt clean, etc. (which makes sense; Harry cares about belonging here). When we see Harry out of uniform, he's usually wearing baggy t-shirts and jeans, which are the least nice clothes you could give to someone while still expecting them to last; they're also clothes that fit loose and hang long on his body (very late-80's + early 90's).

Ron, on the other hand, doesn't have any qualms about belonging in the magical world; he was born to it. This manifests as a laziness with his robes. He doesn't bother with his tie as much, if at all, and when he does it's not the right knot (Draco points it out in Book 3); since he's the brother of not one but two Head Boys, we have to assume that's deliberate, or that at some extent his lack of attention is a deliberate manifestation of something. Ron is youngest boy, he has self-esteem issues, and the way this manifests is by Ron never asking for anything and then getting sour when nothing goes his way. He doesn't try, so he can't feel bad when he fails. Besides which, when Ron does try to dress nice, it backfires; it's either an uncomfortable costume, like in "Operation Prewett," or it's a horrible hand-me-down, e.g. the Yule Ball outfit. Contrast him with the other Weasley boys, many of whom — especially the three oldest — have their own cultivated aesthetics, because they all know who they are. Ron is figuring that out, and it manifests in stylistically messy ways.

#fun fact: the scene with Harry and Draco at Madame Malkins is a scene I axed for efficiency #but I like to imagine they both went they just did on a different day #I looped back around to it at the end of book 3 like oh haha actually Narcissa prefers Savile Row #like I get why Harry's here — why is Draco putting off his tailoring until they're about to leave?#come to think of it: Draco grew up in a pureblood family. Doesn't he already own a set of robes? Or several?#Are the Hogwarts robes That Different from the bog-standard garment you'd have in your wardrobe as a 10y/o wizarding child?#this is of no consequence whatsoever #except on the set-dressing question of what it is the hogwarts robes actually look like #because the movies give us this simple (easily mass-produced for their billion extras) black hooded situation #I THOUGHT I read somewhere that the ties-by-house theme was fanon but I cannot be arsed to check #I just know that Harry is able to clock people by their House even when he doesn't know their names #which implies to me there's a visual marker; either a badge or a tie #greenteacup asks

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centipedelightning · 1 year

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Date Night

uf!sans x gn reader || sfw || no cw/tw

Red and reader have a cute fancy date night! This is a little writing warmup for me to work on Not Quite Ready. I also want to test out how I'm gonna write Red bc I have a soft spot for him.

Red doesn't like big lavish dates. Sometimes sure, but it's just not his thing. He's topside, he's allowed to be as lazy as one could possibly be. That doesn't mean Red doesn't like to do nice things for you. He's ready to do anything for you. He noticed the two of you haven't gone on a big date in a while and elected to remedy that. That brings us to tonight.

"hey sweetheart," Red said in a tone so jokingly sultry that you couldn't help but laugh, "doin' anything tonight?"

You raise a brow. "I wasn't planning on it, why? Want me for something?"

"heh i always want ya sweetheart, but yeah actually. i left some clothing on your bed and if it so pleases you, i'd like to come pick ya up around 6:00?" The way Red looks at you makes your teeth hurt. He cares about you so much it's dizzying.

"Where are you going that you have to come back and pick me up? You practically live here my love." You're stumped about where your bonefriend could be running off to.

Could Red look at you with any more love and affection? You didn't think so a second ago, but after using that little pet name the sweetness increased by at least 35%. "that's a surprise for later. how about you go get all dressed up for me and you can find out after."

With a skeletal kiss, Red grabs his keys and walks out the front door. He also ignores your slew of protests and questions about tonight. Seeing as his metaphorical lips were sealed, you decide to go check out the clothes left out for you

You got to your room and looked at the neat spread of clothing on your bed. It is much fancier than you were expecting. The clothing is definitely new. You'd complain if it didn't fit you and your style so well. Damn him and his great taste. Judging by how much effort was put into just laying your new outfit out, you assumed tonight is going to be a Big Date night. With that in mind, you check the time. It's nearly 3:45 so you have time to shower.

...

Shower done! You feel much cleaner now. You even have the time to use your nicer skin products (remember to moisturize kids). The smell of your soaps and lotions have you feeling refreshed and ready for date night. You wander back into your room to get dressed. You think a second time about complaining about Red clearly spending a chunk of change on a set of clothes but decide against it. The quality of the fabric shuts you up right quick.

As you get dressed you consider the possibilities of what Red might have planned for tonight's date. You assume dinner at a nice restaurant judging by the time and dress code, but it's clear he has something else planned. If only he gave you a hint when you were interrogating asking him as he was walking out the door. Oh well.

6:00 pm rolls around and you are dressed and ready. With a knock on the door you greet your loving bonefriend. He leads you to his car still ignoring your questions about you date. You give him one final look trying to get him to spill anything. It doesn't work. Stupid skeleton with a stupid good poker face.

In a solid attempt to change the topic, Red asks about the clothing he picked out. "pretty nice right? damn if you don't look stunning." He lets out a little whistle to go with the comment. How shameless.

"Yeah, I guess they're alright" Red mocks offence at your joke.

"just alright? sweetheart you're breaking my soul here. i know i did perfectly and you should admit it." He takes his eyes off the road to glance at you, trying to catch you to breaking the joke first.

You relent, "Fine. Fine. It's perfect. Like actually perfect. Did you take my measurements while i was asleep or something?"

Red barks out a laugh, "heheh no no sweetheart i just like looking at you," you give a questioning hum, "and i might have looked some of your clothing to make sure everything would fit."

"Weirdo, but you're my weirdo so I won't complain."

You two talk and joke around the rest of the drive to the first part or your date. You were right about the nice restaurant. It's the building alone is intensely lavish. Some would go as far as to say gaudy. Red, the gentleman he is, opened your door and led you to the front foyer. He went up to talk to the host and the both of you were led to the dining room.

While the decor and dress code told you enough, the lack of prices on the menu really solidified that this place is fancy fancy. Sensing your hestiance, Red assured you he's got it covered. He says he's treating you tonight so you can go all out. You wonder if he stole Edge's credit card. No matter, you both order and get the date going.

All in all dinner went perfect. You thought the vegetables could be seasoned more but other than that? Some of the best food you've had in a while. You tried questioning Red about what the rest of Date Night entails but his masterful topic changes gave you the hint that you weren't going to find out until you got there.

But now we are there! Part two is going to see a play from the local theater troupe. You're surprised Red would take you to something like this. Not necessarily that he's into theater, you have been dating a while you know about that, but that he'd take you in person. He said he didn't like being in dark rooms with other people and you can't judge. As you are getting situated in your seats you check in with about it. You don't want your bonefriend pushing himself so far out of his comfort zone just for a date. He reassures you he'll be fine and with that the play begins.

It was surprisingly good! You didn't know this troupe and subsequently didn't know what to expect but they blew it out of the water. It seemed to be a newer show about a roller coaster accident? You weren't sure what it would entail but Red seemed very excited to see it. Every once in a while when you would look over you could see him twitching a little making a physical effort to not sing along. Goofball. When to show concluded and the two of you left, you had a great time discussing your thoughts and theories on the way back to your place. You know Red poured his soul into planning this date and words couldn't describe how much you love him for it.

You found out once you got home that the place he ran off to was a video rental store. Seems your date will be ending with a movie night! Stars you love your skeleton.

#im so bad at dialogue ugh #sans x reader #underfell sans x reader #uf!sans x reader #underfell sans #underfell #sans x you #uf!sans x you #undertale x reader #undertale scenarios #•centipede writes•#uf!sans

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To Build a Home

Chapter 12: Into The Light

A/N: I'd like to thank the amazing @android-cap-007 for the first of many drawings for this story. Love you, girl! 🥰🫂

TW! Sexual Assault, Blood and Injury, Death.

Masterlist / Chapter 11

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(One week earlier...)

Alright, which one was it again? First, second... third? Yes! Thank God...

Val heaved a relieved sigh as she watched the brickwork slide open, revealing one of many secret entrances into the Lair. One would think, given the numerous times she'd already used this entrance, she'd know by heart which pipe to pull. But no. That wasn't how her brain worked.

Donnie was already halfway up the steps by the time she shuffled inside. Her face immediately flushed with embarrassment as she imagined him laughing his ass off at the sight of her fumbling around outside. Had this been the case, he never let it show.

“Oh! Hi, Dudette!” Mikey, who'd been trailing behind his older brother, greeted cheerfully. His baby blues nearly popped out their sockets once they finally laid upon the load she was carrying. “How’d you manage to get all that down here by yourself?”

Finally relinquishing the two heavy insulated shopping bags and backpack into Donnie’s eager hands, Val groaned softly as she stretched out her stiff back and upper limbs; her fingers ached something fierce. “Thank you... It wasn’t too bad; the hardest part’s lifting that heavy-ass manhole cover.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” The purple-banded terrapin eyed her quizzically as he pushed one of the bags into Mikey’s arms. “We would’ve picked you up.”

Val waved him off with a smile. “Don’t stress,” she reassured. “I’m stronger than I look. The crowbar helped, too, heh... Plus, it was meant to be a surprise.”

Sundays were their lazy days, where most of the group congregated in the common area to enjoy either a video game or movie (usually a comedy; a certain someone *cough* Mikey *cough* wasn't fond of horror).

Checco’s was their go-to on these nights. No, scratch that – most nights. Something told Val it was their favourite, so she decided to bring her own this time... among a few other goodies.

“Pizza? Yes!” Mikey did a little dance, holding the three firmly wrapped pies above his head like Rafiki did baby Simba.

“Supreme... pepperoni... and my personal favourite – margherita. I sincerely hope you guys like garlic, because the last one’s got a shit-tonne of it.” Val then reached into one of the bags, retrieving a foil-wrapped baguette. “I also made garlic bread - cheesy garlic bread.”

At that, Mikey swooned. “I love you!”

A giggle escaped the brunette’s lips as she playfully rolled her eyes, then turned her attention to the second bag. “For you.” She handed Donnie a container of double chocolate chip muffins. “Payment for the courgettes. Don’t worry, I didn’t put any in there.”

“Perfect, thank you- ah-ah! Get your mitts off it.” He swatted Mikey’s hand away.

“Aw, what?! No fair!”

“Worry not, my friend.” Val nudged the youngest brother as she produced a larger container of what looked to be chocolate pudding.

By that point, she'd finally spotted Raph across the common area, exiting the weights room. His hands were clean but his arms and thighs were peppered with chalk smears, presumably from using the deadlift bar. Had she blinked, she would've missed the wince as he rolled his shoulders; favouring the recently healed one.

She frowned.

He'd been overdoing it, again.

“Oh, hey!” Raph exclaimed, gaze finally falling on her. “You’re early. I was gonna text after my shower to see if you were ready. I’d hug ya, but...” He gestured to himself as he approached.

“Yeah, I’ll pass.” Val agreed; she'd rather not get sweat and chalk all over her favourite outfit.

With a sheepish smile, she raised her container to his eye level; Mikey, still holding the pizzas, eagerly presented them as well. “I brought goodies... I made your avocado mousse for dessert – that okay?” In her excitement – organising and preparing this spread - she totally forgot to ask the chef’s permission to recreate his recipe.

Bad Valerie - that’s poor recipe sharing etiquette!

Noticing her apprehension, a mischievous smirk crept across Raph’s scarred features. “Ahh, so that’s why ya wanted the recipe.”

“Yeah, heh...” She tittered, avoiding eye contact. “You never got to try it properly, so... a-and I wanted it to be a surprise-”

“-Val.” The terrapin chuckled, expression softening. “Relax - it’s fine. I’m lookin’ forward to it.”

“Wait...” Mikey pointed to the mousse container, eyeing his older brother suspiciously. “Isn’t that the same stuff you spent all afternoon preparing, just to toss in the trash?”

“Sounds about right.” The brunette quipped with renewed confidence; Raph sent her a dead-panned look.

The orange-banded terrapin tutted at him, shaking his head. “Sacrilege.”

“Hey, where’s Leo?” Val quickly changed the subject, just as Raph opened his mouth to protest. Leo was usually the first to greet her whenever she visited. Then again, he wasn't expecting her until later.

“He finished his Kata just before you arrived.” Donnie answered. “He’s in the shower.”

“Ah.”

“Speakin’ of showers...” Raph turned in the direction of the bathroom. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

“Multiplied by forty-five...”

The red-banded terrapin paused to side-eye Val, who was grinning slyly at him from behind her lashes. Her eyes bugged out when he suddenly snapped toward her, arms outstretched. “I’ll take that hug now-”

“Don’t you dare!” She immediately fled round the dining table, desperate to put some distance between herself and the incoming terrapin. “Get away! Stop! Raph, no... I mean it- ah!”

Donnie and Mikey leapt back, cackling as their brother proceeded chasing the squealing woman around the kitchen. He cornered her almost immediately, leaning into her palm pressed against his plastron.

“I’m dead serious.” Val warned, playfully staring him down. “Come any closer and I’ll smack you.”

“Please do.” The group turned toward the common area to find Leo, finally making an appearance. He nodded to the brunette politely as he approached. “Hey. Sorry I wasn’t here to greet you when you came in... what’s all this?”

Val returned the gesture. “Hey. It's all good," she reassured, eyeing Raph warily as he slunk away. “I brought dinner, and dessert.”

“Oh... thank you. You didn’t need to do that-”

“I wanted to.” She insisted gently.

They shared a brief smile, before Mikey piped up with a “Let’s get this show on the road!”, pulling out several pizza trays and firing up the oven. Raph left for his shower, while the rest of the group finished organising dinner.

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“Aw, c’mon! I thought you liked zombies.”

“Watching them – sure. Fighting them – fff- hell no. No way.”

“Hell?” Raph folded his muscular arms as he relaxed in his chair, brow ridge quirked in amusement. “Val, I’ve heard ya say worse shit than that-”

“Raph.” Leo hissed. Had Val not been paying attention, she would've missed the leader’s subtle eye gesture in her direction, then the near inaudible “not in front of the lady”. She smiled into her wine glass as she took another sip, flattered by the chivalrousness.

Raph side-eyed his brother, before letting out a short snort.

Val narrowed her eyes at him. “What are you trying to say, Raph?” She questioned, feigning offence. “Am I not a lady?”

The terrapin’s hands immediately shot up in defence. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t need to – I saw it on your face.”

“I’m just tryna figure out how you can say – Leo, cover ya ears - ‘fuck’ - the second most vulgar curse word in the English language - and not get into trouble; while I say ‘shit’ and get my head bitten off for it.”

“Sounds like a you problem,” the brunette smirked.

Raph laughed incredulously. “Red hot, you are-”

“-Guys, can you not?” Donnie interrupted, staring pointedly at the pair. “Some of us wanna enjoy their dessert in peace.”

“Right. Sorry...”

“Suck-up.”

"Stop...!” Val mouthed, struggling to keep the ear-to-ear grin off her face.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys...” Mikey finally sat back, petting his distended ‘belly’. “...But those pizzas, and this mousse – mwah! Chef’s kiss! Speaking of chefs...” He gently nudged the brunette’s leg with his. “You should be one – you're really good.”

“Thanks...” She blushed, shifting awkwardly in her chair. “I’ve thought about it, but I don’t think I’d enjoy cooking as a career – it's my hobby.”

“What would you do instead, then?” An intrigued Leo leaned forward slightly.

“I’ve actually been looking at EMT courses.”

“Emergency Medical Technician?” Donnie clarified, scraping the very last of the mousse from his bowl then spooning it into his mouth.

“Sorry. Yeah, that’s it.”

“Like a paramedic?” Raph asked.

“Sort of. Paramedics get more training. The EMT program is nowhere near as long and I can branch out later if I want to... only problem is I need a high school diploma or GED to be considered – I have exactly neither, heh...”

“Did you not finish school?” Mikey frowned at his brothers, who all shared knowing looks.

“No, I didn’t...” A sudden buzzing sound momentarily drew the brunette’s attention to her purse at her feet; inside, the screen of her first phone illuminated with a recent text message.

[I don’t like this...]

Molly.

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“What’s his surname?”

Val looked up from the inch-long piece of varnish she just peeled from her well-worn timber tabletop. “Sorry, what?”

Molly looked over her phone at her, brows raised. “Raph, obviously.” She sarcastically replied. “Unless you have another boyfriend I don’t know about.”

“I told you - he’s not my boyfriend.” Val groaned. “He’s just a guy I served at work who said I looked pretty.”

“Do you have his number?” Molly enquired, with an expectant look. “I’m trying to find his social media profile.”

“He doesn’t have social media.”

“How do you know? Have you tried looking for him?”

“Yes - he doesn’t have one.”

“Not even Facebook?”

“No - not even Facebook.”

“What weirdo isn’t on any form of social media?”

“You’re being very judgemental right now, Mol.” Val meant it as a joke, but she couldn't help the frustration in her tone. “Just cos he doesn’t have social media, doesn’t mean he’s weird; it just means he doesn’t have social media.”

“I’m just curious as to who this guy is, and why you’ve been hiding him from me – your best friend, supposedly...”

Val stifled an eye roll at that last part. Drama llama...

Molly leant on her folded arms atop Val’s dining table, staring her dead in the eyes.

“Seriously, though – what's going on? And don’t say ‘nothing’ cos that’s bullshit. You’ve been seeing him. Wanna know how I know? Your face – yeah, just like that. I haven’t seen you smile this much, or look this good, in... well, ever. Whatever’s going on for you right now – it's good. I just don’t understand why you wouldn’t want me to be a part of that... I mean, I know next to nothing about this guy. Fuck, I don’t even know what he looks like! Please, please, please, Val. I’m begging you, for God's sake – let me in!”

“Trust me, Mol, I’d tell you everything if I could, but I can’t... I-I made a promise.”

Molly frowned. “Why is he making you keep him a secret? That doesn’t seem fair, to me.”

Cos he’s a six-foot talking turtle man...

“His job is... high-risk.” It wasn't a lie but it wasn't the whole truth, either.

“What does that mean, exactly? Is he like a mafia boss, or something?”

Val had to bite back what would've been an inappropriately placed laugh. “No,” she replied, clearing her throat. “He’s uh... he’s a special kind of cop; one who’s gotta deal with some pretty nasty people. I really can’t say anything more than that. I’m sorry...”

Molly compressed her lips and sighed. “Fine. Okay...” She murmured, nodding slowly.

Val lowered her gaze, the familiar feeling of guilt settling in the pit of her stomach. She could tell her friend was becoming frustrated, but what could she do? Not much, unless she wanted to betray her other friends’ trust.

After a moment or two of silence, the raven-haired woman reached across the table to squeeze Val’s hand. “But I’m gonna be keeping an eye on you. I’m glad you’re happier but, Val, I’m seeing some red flags. For your sake, this secret-keeping nonsense better be temporary.”

I doubt it very much, but I hope so, too...

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“Val?”

Raph's voice snapped her out of her reverie. “Hm...? I’m sorry – what?”

“Do ya need to get that?” Raph asked, nodding to her phone.

Val shook her head. “No - it can wait.”

“Ya sure?”

“Yes, Raph.” She reassured, chuckling softly. “It’s fine. Really.”

The terrapin frowned, unconvinced, but didn't press further.

“Right. Well...” Leo slowly rose to his feet, setting his empty glass inside his bowl. “Let’s get these dishes done, so we can settle in for the night- not you.” He gently pushed a stunned Val back into her chair by her shoulder, then took her dishes from her. “Those who cook don’t have to wash up – you should know that by now.”

“Why dontcha go pick a game for us to play?” Raph suggested, noticing her restless thumb-twiddling; he knew she hated being idle.

The brunette nodded stiffly as she slid out of her chair. “Okay, sure.”

“What about-”

“No, we’re not playing COD zombies - forget it.”

“We’ve got a Wii?” Mikey offered as he watched the sink fill with hot, soapy water. “We could play Wii Sports?”

“Sounds like fun!” Raph rubbed his hands together, flashing Val a wicked smile. “Feel like boxin’?”

“Don’t fall for it, Val,” Donnie warned, side-eyeing the red-banded terrapin. “He’s an absolute menace.”

“Is that a compliment or insult?”

“You’re a sore winner.”

“Sounds like somethin' a loser would say-”

“I’ll play.” Val giggled at Donnie's 'see what I mean?' look. “So long as you agree to face me at bowling – that's my turf.”

“You're goin' down,” Raph growled playfully.

The brunette smugly chuckled. “We’ll see.”

“Leo’s good at bowling, too.” Donnie offered, nudging the terrapin in question. “Seven strikes in a single round was his best, if I’m remembering correctly. It was a while ago.”

“Impressive.” Val turned to Leo with a hopeful smile. “Does that mean you’ll be joining us tonight? I’ll make sure to go easy on you.”

Leo cracked a smile, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. “Not tonight, sorry...” Watching her face fall, he quickly followed with a “Next time, I promise.”

“Okay, then.” The brunette nodded, smile returning. “I’m holding you to that.”

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Val's blood ran cold when she finally caught his shadowy figure descending on her in her periphery. She risked a glance to his balled fists. He looked unarmed. Luckily for her, she was not.

Steeling herself, the brunette whipped around to face him, brandishing her pocketknife. "Not one more fucking step, asshole!" Her heart was pounding so loudly in her ears that it effectively drowned out her scream.

Buddy's eyes widened as he skidded to a stop, an arm's length away. Once he registered the threat, his dark gaze finally returned to hers. "I oughta cut out that filthy tongue of yours-"

"Fuck you!" Val shot back defiantly. She retreated slowly to put some distance between them, not daring to break eye contact. He stepped forward and she jabbed the blade in his direction. "I said BACK OFF!"

"My money," Buddy snarled, watching the weapon like a hawk. "I want it back."

"I don't have your money-"

"Bullshit!"

The abrupt screeching of tyres rang through the dark and otherwise empty street. Panic momentarily taking over, she turned to find her cab leaving - without her.

With his victim distracted, Buddy lunged forward and snatched her knife hand, attempting to disarm her. Tightening her grip on her keys, the brunette proceeded slashing wildly in his direction; praying to hit something important. Apparently, she had, as the next thing to come out of his mouth was a blood-curdling scream.

Val didn't hang around to assess the resulting damage. She yanked herself and her knife free and booked it down the street, hiking her pencil skirt to her thighs to lengthen her stride; purse flailing behind her. She found herself momentarily matching the speed of her would-have-been getaway car, before the (understandably) terrified driver stomped on the gas and careened down a side street.

Val had no clue where she was running to, just away. She couldn't risk going home. Should he follow her, he'd then not only know where she worked but where she lived.

The thudding of Buddy's dress shoes against the pavement grew louder as he rapidly gained on her. She felt his hand brush her upper back, and a terrified yelp forced its way out.

Desperate to escape his clutches, Val practically dove into the nearest alleyway; unfortunately, clipping her right arm and losing her keys in the process. They clattered to the ground as he finally reached her, grasping the back of her neck and slamming her into a brick wall.

Val gasped for air, but the impact had forced it all out of her lungs. She coughed and a searing pain shot through her chest, causing her to whimper. A warm sensation bloomed at her brow-line, trickling down her temple and chin before dripping steadily onto the collar of her blouse.

Why oh why did you not call for help? Because you're a fucking idiot, that's why.

With one hand fixing her head in place, Buddy reached for her knife hand with the other, all the while applying an immense amount of pressure on her back with his short but stocky frame; erect manhood pressing into her backside through his slacks. What little oxygen leftover was promptly expelled. She was officially suffocating.

"I'll take that." He attempted prying her fingers from the hilt; Val responded by further tightening her grip, to the point where her knuckles fully discoloured.

This pissed him off.

Gripping her closed fist, Buddy proceeded grinding it up and down against the brickwork. The brunette bit back a scream as she felt the skin of her knuckles being torn away. She fought to distract herself from the pain with levelled breaths; determined not to let him take her last mode of defence.

"Let go, fuck ya!" After not receiving the desired outcome for several long and torturous moments, Buddy finally relented. He released her neck to resume prying her fingers away - with both hands.

Her head now free, Val proceeded thrusting it back with as much force as she could muster, clocking Buddy in the face.

She heard a stomach-turning crunch and he staggered back, finally allowing her starved lungs to reinflate. Whipping around, she found him clutching his nose, blood dripping from his hands.

If looks could kill, she would be dead already.

Val lunged forward, striking him in the groin with her shin, causing him to yell out and hunch over in pain. Something inside her snapped. Years' worth of repressed anger and resentment had finally boiled over into her conscious mind, forming a singular uncontrollable emotion - rage.

Snatching a portion of sandy blonde hair close to his scalp, Val held his head firmly whilst she kneed his face, before yanking him up and backward so he fell against the wall.

The brunette felt a desperate urge to hurt him again; to make him suffer, as she suffered. She imagined digging her nails into the cuts on his face, gauging his eyes out, castrating him then finally kicking his head in. Somehow, she managed to restrain herself.

"Get up and I'll fucking end you!" She screeched down at him, flourishing her pocketknife; the hilt bloodied and sticky from the gaping wounds on her hand.

Val suddenly froze, sensing a second presence with them. Stealing a glance further down the alley, she immediately recognised his unique silhouette - Leo.

The terrapin abruptly whipped out a palm-sized, four-pointed object from one of the pouches on his utility belt, launching it in their direction. She watched, transfixed, as it spun wildly through the air, blew past her face then, to her horror, buried itself in Buddy's temple.

He'd crept up on her; nearly succeeding in using her own hand to plunge her knife into her body.

Val made the horrifying mistake of looking into his eyes as life promptly left him, before dropping to the ground. At least she had the presence of mind to extract herself from his grasp, so he couldn't drag her down with him.

A hand touched her arm, and she damn near jumped out of her skin. "Hey, hey- it's me - you're safe, now." Leo soothed. "I'm gonna take this knife from you, okay? I'm putting it right here."

After helping her locate the nearest wall to lean on, the terrapin proceeded carefully inspecting her injuries. "This’ll need to be glued," he informed her, referring to her split brow. "And this..." He cupped her mangled hand. "...God, Val - what happened?"

"He's d-dead..." Val murmured, staring at the lifeless body lying face-down on the pavement, blood pooling around his head. She felt a hundred miles away, trapped before a screen playing an endless loop of him dying in front of her. She couldn't help fixating on his eyes; how one moment, they were full of hatred, then the next - nothing...

"I know," Leo replied gently. "I'm sorry you had to see that..."

Finally returning to earth, Val turned to the terrapin in a panic. "I'm sorry..." She fervently shook her head, eyes brimming with tears. Had she just done the smart thing and called for help, this whole situation could've been avoided. Her attacker could've been dealt with in a non-lethal way, and Leo wouldn't have his blood on his hands. "I'm so, so, so s-sorry...!"

"Hey, no. Absolutely not." Grasping her shoulder, Leo stared her straight in the eyes. "None of this is your fault, you hear me? None of it."

"You don't understand-"

"-Val," the terrapin pleaded. "I promise I'll hear you out on everything you need to say but, right now, I need to get you home so we can treat these. So, I need you to breathe. In through your nose... out through your mouth - that's it. Good. Okay... can you walk?"

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Turning Point (ONE-SHOT)

Masterlist / Chapter 13

@happymoonangel @miss-andromeda

#teenage mutant ninja turtles #oc val scott #tmnt #tmnt 2007 #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph x oc #raph x oc #to build a home #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #tmnt oc #tmnt fanfic #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt 07 #tbah

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Fluorescence

Pairings: Clone Trooper Veteran (from Kenobi) Tai x Reader

Warnings: Tai and reader harassed w/ anti-clone sentiments and sexual innuendos, canon typical violence

Notes: Okay so this got really far away from me. Is it totally extra? Yeah. Did I get a really wild plot hair and want to explore it? Also yeah. Just bear with me here.

@moodymisty - more Tai!

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"Wear something nice, my love," he'd told you yesterday when he insisted on taking you out for a proper date. Which had led to this very moment, standing in front of your mirror, exasperated with a beaten down morale because nothing you've tried on has fit right. Your usual favorites that show off your best features are in the laundry basket, and four other possible outfits have been strewn across your bed in frustration.

That's how Tai finds you when he comes home, still smelling of chemicals and sweat when he kisses your cheek and nuzzles into your skin. And all your anxieties melt away. He has this magic about him, something that always reminds you of what really matters and right now, it doesn't really matter what you're wearing. You know he'll love you no matter what silly little outfit you put on, just like you'll love him no matter what he is or isn't wearing.

And dinner goes perfectly. He does his best to charm you - as if he hasn't already, as if he doesn't already have your heart, soul, and everything else in between - and you do your best to make him laugh that rumbly chuckle of his. He buys you expensive wine and you don't have the heart to tell him it tastes awful. The neon fluorescents from outside cast shadows across his face and illuminate his pores like the first night you spoke to him. He's beautiful. It's perfect.

The walk back to your apartment is perfect, too. It feels right to hold his hand in public. You're sure you're literally beaming because of this one simple act because your chest feels so full of adoration that it can't possibly all be contained within you. You want to shout it to the world, to the entire galaxy. Tai is yours and you are his, and this night has only made you more sure of the realization you've been hurtling toward since the first night you saw him all cleaned up.

Your head leans over to rest on his shoulder as you continue strolling through the market. You feel lazy and content with your belly full of drink and hearty food, with Tai's warmth seeping up your arm. Everything is right.

Until it isn't.

You'd have thought it impossible, but the sound of raucous laughter somehow manages to carry over the busy sounds of the street. You don't think much of it at first, probably just a group of kids getting into mischief, but you notice almost instantly how severely Tai reacts to it. His hand goes stiff in yours, fingers unfurling as his body goes rigid. One glance at his face shows the panic stricken look in his eyes and the set angle of his jaw, and your heart plummets.

"Tai? Love, what's wr-"

"Hey, look who it is!" The voice is a man's, it's a distinct Outer Rim accent, and there's a clear ring of sarcasm in it that threatens to rip your heart right out of your chest. "Where you going so fast, trooper?"

Your breath catches in your throat when you finally spot the culprits - two storm troopers, one with his helmet off to reveal a pasty face and drunken, hazy eyes. Kriffing karking fuck, this is not good.

The helmeted trooper elbows the other one, seemingly more sober than his companion. "'cept he's not a trooper anymore, is he?"

The drunk snickers and you swear Tai's hand starts to shake. "Nah, he's all cleaned up now, isn't he? Got himself a girl and everything."

That seems to snap Tai out of his head because his grip suddenly tightens on your hand, so tight that it hurts, and he draws himself to his full height, shoulders squared, and flashes that soldier look in his eyes you've only seen two or three times before.

"Come on," he mutters as he starts to pull you in the opposite direction. But a gloved hand armored in plastoid comes down on his shoulder before you can take more than two steps.

"You weren't dismissed, trooper."

Tai's nostrils flare just slightly. His eyes burn. "You are not my commanding officer and I am no longer under anyone's jurisdiction." He shrugs the trooper's hand off and you can see in the way he swallows hard enough to make his throat bob, he's holding himself back, biting his tongue as much as he can stomach. "You can't detain us."

"No," says the one in the helmet, "but we can detain traitors to the Empire." You're going to throw up. Or pass out. Maybe both. Because then the trooper steps so close that his helmet almost brushes Tai's nose and he jabs his finger into his chest. "I'd say you fit the bill."

The entire planet could crumble around you, bury you under its rubble, and it would be less painful than this. You're not sure if the look on Tai's face, angry and bitter and somehow resigned, or the threat lingering in the air is worse.

"Didjya know all clones are traitors? Eh, civvy?" You don't dare to look at this man, not even as he stumbles toward you and huffs so forcefully that his liquored breath hits you right in the face. "They murdered all the Jedi. S'pose we outta thank them for that, huh? But I think it just shows they're untrustworthy. The whole lot of 'em."

You're terrified. You don't know if you've ever been this terrified. Because you know storm troopers aren't to be trusted. You know they do what they want, when they want, how they want. They're the hands of the Empire, after all. And everyone knows what happens to the people who fight the Empire.

"Some of 'em even betrayed the Empire. Ungrateful," the drunk laughs. "Bet you were one of 'em, weren't you? Bet you malfunctioned like the rest of your cannon fodder copies did and that's why they kicked you out."

Tai suddenly goes stumbling backward, his breath knocked out of him into a wordless grunt as the spotchka-scented trooper laughs again. Like he's getting off on it. And then he sets his sights on you. Tai hasn't even managed to stand yet.

"You wanna know what it's like with a real trooper, sweetheart? We could show you a good time."

"Fuck off," you spit. And even though you're shaking, even though he's backing you into the corner between two stalls, you're not letting this creep tough you.

You just catch a glimpse of Tai barreling down on you both, one arm reeled back and his face so contorted by rage that he's almost unrecognizable, but the other trooper comes out of nowhere and the punch he lands on your lover's jaw is loud enough to make you feel sick. Tai drops like a rock and suddenly your back is flush with the wall of some vendor's set up.

"What, you think you're too good for us? 'cause you're some clone's bitch?"

And something deep inside you, something hot and vulgar and righteous that has laid in wait suddenly springs to life. It swells in your mouth until it's ready and it bursts out of you like an eruption. Your hands are on the troopers chestplate, shoving with every ounce of strength you possess. All thoughts of keeping your head down, of staying quiet until the troopers decide you're no fun, they're out the fucking window because they dared to put their hands on Tai. They dared to question the home he's made in your heart.

"I said, fuck off!" you roar and the trooper goes tripping over his own heels right into his comrade. "I'm his bitch and I'm proud of it, you sick Imp fuck."

You can't even see straight. Everything is warped. You feel ten times taller and broader and stronger than you really are as your fury starts to burn through you. You move to stand in front of Tai, your bloody mess of a man kneeling on the pavement, and you stare those Imperial assholes down as they struggle to pick themselves back up again. One of them moves to unclip the blaster from his belt and then the world is upside down, literally.

You're at a strange angle, Tai's body pressed into you from above, blaster fire, people shouting, it's all chaos. You don't realize you're running until the world stops spinning. But everything feels off kilter. Anger is still burning so fiercely inside you that you're sure you're about to burst, adrenaline is thrumming through your every vein, the food and drink in your stomach is sloshing about uncomfortably and if you don't stop bouncing round soon, you're probably going to be sick. But Tai won't stop running and he won't let you stop either. You don't have the breath to ask why. The blaster fire is a pretty good indication anyways.

"Are you hurt?"

His hands are on you the instant you stumble into your apartment. The chrono on the wall says it's only been half an hour since you left the restaurant. Is that all?

"I'm fine," you try, but Tai is frantic. He's peeling back your sleeves, pulling at them hem of your clothes so he can inspect your skin. "Tai, I'm fine."

He's shaking. "He put his hands on you." Oh maker, he's crying.

"No. He tried. He tried, but I didn't let him." You're shaking too. You let him undress you until your entire torso is bare, except for your binder. His fingers are rough and battle worn, his hands are broad and clammy, but they are a miracle on your skin. "I'm okay."

And then his hands are at your neck and the back of your skull, guiding you to come crashing into his chest. His breath rattles in his chest like a death cry. It's a fragile thing and he feels infinitely more breakable. You feel... well, you're not sure how you feel. You know you can't make your hands stop trembling like leaves in a breeze, you know you're steadily coming back to planet and resettling in reality, you know you're scared and confused and, mostly, worried. You know that you don't want him to stop touching you because if he does, you're sure to collapse.

He's murmuring senseless exhalations into your skin, your hair, holding you like you're the last parachute on a plummeting transport. You catch snippets of phrases - "can't", "safe", "have to", "please".

"Tai." It takes a second, but you manage to unwind his arms from your ribcage and his fingers from your hair. "Sit. Let's sit. Honey, please, before your legs give out."

The sofa squeaks and creaks under your weight. Your heart hurts. You haven't seen him this shaken since the night his nightmares woke him, but that was weeks ago and this is different. The danger he's running from can't be chased away with a mug of kaf or tea, this much you know. A warm drink can't chase away the fact that you assaulted an Imperial trooper. It doesn't matter that the Imps started the fight first or that they laid hands first because no one will see it that way. This danger is alive and waiting in the shadows of the present and worse than any memories brought about by Tai's own doing, this one is all on you.

You did this.

You run your hand over the top of his head down to his neck. There are shadows in his eyes, the kind that city lights can't diminish.

You did this and you have to fix this.

Your mouth fits into the corner of his as perfectly as it ever has. "Stay here, love. Be right back."

The dissociated bobbing of his head only make you feel worse about leaving. But you need to. You hurry into your room and make sure the door is completely shut behind you before you start rifling through things. No need to worry him unnecessarily.

A list starts racking up in the back of your mind. Your jewelry box could fetch a couple credits, maybe more if you include all the jewelry inside it. Your grandmother's heart would break to know you'd sold it, but this was more important. Tai's more important. You have a stash of leftover change under your bed that you've been saving for emergencies, that has to amount to something, right? You don't have much else that's worth anything, but you still have some money in the bank. Add it all up and you could easily cover bail for a person or two... Right?

As you gather it all in your arms, you steel yourself against the reaction you're sure to get from Tai, how he won't want you to use your money on his stupid old self, "don't sell that, my love, not something that special, not for me". He is right about one thing, the same thing as always. He's so kriffing stupid sometimes.

What you hadn't been sure of, though, was this.

The door opens and he's rushing out of the bathroom. His shoulders are all curled in on themselves. You poke your head in and feel something awful settle in the pit of your stomach for the second time today because all his things, his toothbrush and his razor and his aftershave that smells like Alderaani oak, they're gone. Then you follow him to the sofa where he's emptied out his work bag to stuff in some of his clothes from the hamper. And his grooming supplies.

"What are you doing?"

He doesn't even falter, not once.

"Why are you... Tai, baby. Please. What are you doing?"

A slice of light from the window catches one of his eyes as he turns on you. He's clearly panicked, but there's still that look of a soldier about him. It hasn't gone away since those troopers first cornered you.

The thing is, you don't even need to ask. You know exactly what he's doing. You can guess for yourself what's running through his head: you're not safe with me around, I'm putting you in danger, it's better if I go, you're better off without me, I'm too damaged for you.

"Please don't." You dump your own things onto the cushion beside his bag. You reach for him and relief floods through you when he doesn't shy away. "Don't go. Stay."

"They'll come looking for me," he says.

"I don't care."

That's what finally does it. The vein in his forehead is ticking like a fucking bomb. "I care! The longer I stay, the more I endanger you and I can't-"

"Then let me come with you."

The look he gives you is the same one your mother used to give you when you'd do something stupid. It's a look that doesn't allow questions or leeway. It says 'no', plain and simple. But he's fighting with himself, too, you can see it in the crumpled line of his mouth.

Even after all the time the two of you have already had together, he still doesn't understand. Perhaps he never will. But this, your hand on his skin, the warm earthen tones of his eyes shining just so in the light, his presence in your home - it's all you've ever wanted and you are not giving him up so easily. The galaxy will have to kill you first.

You approach him with all the cautious quietness you would with a frightened animal. Then comes your hand on his shoulder, an attempt to ground him to you. You step into his space, thigh brushing thigh, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, you let him feel you, remember that you're still here.

"I assaulted a trooper, Tai. If they're going to come for anyone, it's going to be me. I need you right now."

His mouth twists into a frown as he gazes down at you. "They've got it out for me. I'll only make things worse. If I stay."

"I love you. And if you think that I want to stay here in this shitty apartment and face the Empire without you, then you're an idiot." Tears are stinging along your waterline. "It would be empty without you, Tai. I would be empty."

It's hard to read him. Even without his helmet, his face is masked. You can't tell if you're getting through or not and he won't even look at you properly, and it's breaking your heart.

"I'll pack a bag. We can go to the bank, withdraw all my credits, sell a few things, and hop on the first transport out of here. Maybe we can find a planet out of the way, beyond the Outer Rim? Maybe someone out there could help us?"

His hands are heavy when they finally settle on your hips. "I'm not-... I can't- I can't endanger you. Not anymore. If you come with me, you'll be putting a target on your back. All this," he gestures with a grand sweep of an arm, "will be gone! The Empire-"

"This is just an apartment! Tai. It's not home." Your entire mouth is trembling. "It could never be home. I don't give a shit about this place. Or this planet. Home is with you. Please, please don't take that away from me.

"If it's Daiyu or you, I choose you. If it's a normal life with two-point-five kids with a respectable spouse or being on the run with you, I choose. You. Always."

And you kiss him. You kiss him like your life depends on it, like you'll shatter if you cannot touch him, like the air itself will depart your lungs if he doesn't let you follow him to the ends of the universe. It's practically the truth, anyway. Life wouldn't be the same without him.

"Five minutes," you whisper between frantic, tragic presses of lips to tongue and teeth and jawbones. "Please. Please, Maker, please, just five minutes. Don't go anywhere. Don't leave me."

You're fully crying now. You think he is, too. His palm skirts up and over your cheek, draws you so impossibly close that for a moment there's nothing but atoms between you.

You drag him into your room, still half kissing and mostly crying. You're not letting him out of your sight. You're going to pack a bag and he's going to watch and then the two of you will leave this stinking dankhole behind for good. And if anyone tries to stop you, you'll burn the entire planet down to its foundations. This weary old veteran is yours, always.

The whole city is crawling with TKs, more than usual. It's a heavy weight at the base of his spine, a voice in the back of his head warning him to get out now while he still can. It's too dangerous. He'll be lucky to get out of here with his life, let alone with the life of another. And while there's some truth to that gut feeling clawing up the inside of his stomach, he also knows that he would regret it for the rest of his life if he doesn't even try.

A man is the sum of his choices, a clone even more so, and he is a good man. He has to be. He's chosen to be, after all this time. He has a duty.

So he clings to the shadows, cloak pulled up over his head. He follows the map on his vambrace until it leads him to a questionable part of town where the buildings are crumbling and the people in it look weary, haggard. He slips inside one, an apartment complex that seems to lean ever so slightly to one side, its walls are beiging with age and the floorboards groan underfoot. Derelict would truly be too kind of a word.

It's five or six stories up when he finds the door he's looking for. There's a potted plant and a welcome mat, but the plant is wilted and the mat is worn and faded, albeit quite cheerful. It matches the description he's been given of a woman with a kind smile and a fondness for veterans. He raps his knuckles on the plasteel.

The silence is so loud it hurts his ears. He's straining to hear something, anything on the other side of the door, hoping against hope, daring to drift so far into desperation as to pray to a Maker, a Force, anything that could be listening and might help.

Then he hears it - footsteps. It sounds like more than one set. Dank farrik, is he really so lucky?

"Who is it?" your voice, muffled and tinny, maybe a little nervous.

All his preparation fails him in this moment, though. The days of travel and quiet contemplation, his consideration of traffic lanes and typical business hours and old strategies he never thought he'd use again, it all goes flying right out the back window and the only thing he can do is stammer together some kind of response.

"... I'm looking for someone. A friend of mine. I was told you might know him."

More shuffling. He can practically hear the cogs turning in your mind, likely weighing every pro and con of opening the door or continuing the conversation.

"And who are you?" you ask and this time he knows for sure that you're afraid.

He sighs. He didn't miss the arrest warrants on the tablets and bounty pucks on his way here, especially not the too familiar face on one of them.

"My name's Cody, ma'am. I'm here to help."

His heart thunders twice in double time, a worried thump thump against the swell of his ribcage. For a moment, he's back on the battlefield, blasters and torpedoes erupting all around him, soil raining down on his helmet as he shouts out orders. And then he blinks and the battlefield melts into the plasteel door hissing open. There is you, wide-eyed and very clearly confused, and at your side is a brother. He's older, broader, hesitant and disbelieving, but hopeful. Cody can see it in the whites of his eyes. He also sees the bags packed to the point of overfilling settled on both your shoulders.

"Commander?" says the trooper, breathless, and there is a glimmer of relief in Cody's chest.

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