#everyone else just scoffs at him and ignores him since they dont want to deal with his mood swings

[lara60]

invincible oc lore time 🙌 I initially made Daareios just so I could have a character that I could (affectionately) annoy Thragg with, but now he's a fully fleshed out OC. He's a very unstable guy suffering from emotional neglect and horrible self-esteem. He'd rather be angry at everyone in the world (except Thragg) than to acknowledge his issues. Not your ideal warrior of the Viltrum Empire, but he's trying to keep it together for the sake of his people 👍

[bukguhope]

bad boy, good girl | pjm ~ one shot request ~

> "dont act like you dont feel like same", "fuck it", god why cant you just see that i love you?!", "you're mine, do i need to remind you?", "what do i need to do beg?", "be a good girl"

> enemies to lovers, badboy!jimin, angst, light smut, fluff, mature, jimin x f.reader

growing up you always had the same friendship group and you could say it - less then conventional. being friends with seven guys wasn’t really normal, but it was what you had and you were grateful. it made for a really fun childhood after all, never being made to follow tradition gender roles as you play outside and got messy as you played with them. and it stayed like this, all the way until university. some of the group had decided to go to different places and some went to the same. however, you all still lived in the same area and met often. but one thing did change, that being jimin. he was a such a cute little boy when you grew up together, always following you around offering you some flower he picked from the ground or a picture he drew just for you. but after he went of to a university, all on his own he met new people. and it was like he became a different person right in front of your eyes. piercings began to decorate his face, his fashion sense wasn’t the same and it got darker. he stopped playing sports he enjoyed and began to just hang around parties or clubs. but you stayed the same, always know as the happy go lucky good girl. you could never do no wrong, didn’t get in trouble at school and never had a bad word to say about anyone. even at university, you stayed the same. so kind and cheery. this might have been a little different if you never had jungkook by your side, he went to the same university as you did. he did a good job at reminding you of how you were raised, being one of your childhood friends it was easy to carry on being yourself even when surrounded in a new environment. but when it came to jimin, his style and hobbies weren’t the only thing that changed, the way he acted did. it started as teasing here and there that you laugh off, but slowly he got more annoying. like he wanted a reaction from, only you.

“when you gonna get some female friends y/n? never get guy time anymore” you stare at jimin in a hardened gaze. you were all having a nice time before he decided to open his mouth, something that happened a lot lately. you hadn’t even provoked him, you were start finishing you desert as you all you sat in the booth of your local diner. somewhere you all frequented since you were kids

“jimin stop, she hasn’t even done anything. plus she’s our friend” jungkook defends you and jimin scoffs, leaning back making the leather of his black jacket make a noise.

“oh and here comes saviour jungkook, always coming to y/n’s rescue” he mocks and the all the boys begin to roll their eyes and huff. they were beginning to get sick and tired of jimins attitude. you stayed quiet though, not wanting to take his bait as you once used to do

“bro leave her alone what has she done to you?” taehyung jumps in and jimins gaze whips to him in a flash, like acquiring a new target. of course he hadn’t though, his only target was you.

“it’s what she hasn’t done that’s the problem” jimin mumbles, confusing everyone at the table but he doesn’t elaborate any further. just pulls out his phone and ignores everyone at the table. everyone goes back to their conversations, trying to pretend that jimin wasn’t being a little bitch - to put it clinically.

“y/n” jungkook whispers next to you, trying not to draw the attention of everyone else at the table “did you wanna go back to the dorms? you don’t have to sit with him when he’s being like that” you give a small smile but don’t get the chance to reply

“try whispering quieter next time, iam sat opposite you dumbass” jimin mutters, not even looking up from his phone. jungkook grips the table before lashing out

“don’t fucking start with me jimin, what’s the deal with you?” he says through gritted teeth and the table grows quiet, all just watching the scene unfold.

“i don’t have a deal” jimin shrugs and you chuckle making the boys look to you, even jimin draws his attention from his phone to you “oh you have something to add to the conversation?”

“yeah you do have a deal, you’re a colossal asshole” you mumble and your friends have to suppress some laughter that wanted to bubble from their throats. except jimin, of course.

“really y/n? iam an asshole? sure you’re not scared of getting into trouble because of using a swear word in public?” he asks sarcastically and you narrow your eyes at him. you really couldn’t recognise the person your friend had become, he was once someone you were so close. he took your silence as motivation to continue “you realise you’re only here because our parents were friends when we were younger right? realistically you wouldn’t even be in this friendship group if it wasn’t for that so don’t get smart with me” shock. everyone was sat in shock, just looking at jimin but his gaze never drifted from you. after staring for a while, you knew tears were about to fall and you didn’t want him or anyone to see that.

“you know what, i don’t have to deal with this. fuck you jimin” you seethed standing as you collected your things and stormed out the diner. you thanked god that you were sat at the end of the booth, you wanted to be far away from there as soon as possible. jungkook was not far behind you, but the rest of the guys just stayed as they processed what just happened.

“too far” yoongi mutters before standing to leave and everyone followed, leaving jimin to sit at the booth by himself. he just casually stared out the window, hoping no one could see his stone cold expression falter.

three weeks later and you hadn’t attempted to get into contact with any of the boys, this being the longest you hadn’t spoke since you were children. you didn’t mean to take it out on them, when it was jimin who had upset you. but you couldn’t face them, especially after what he said. he was only friends with you because he had to be, and so did the others? deep down you knew that couldn’t be true, the friendships you had were genuine but you couldn’t help be paranoid after jimin’s words. jungkook had been all in your case for the past three weeks, with fact he knew exactly where your dorm was and he didn’t live far from it - it was hard to avoid him. but somehow you managed, you just ignored the constant knocks throughout the day and kept the lights off as he called for you from the other side of the door. everytime you felt awful but you really couldn’t see him yet, any of them.

“jimin you need to fucking find her and apologise, no ones seen her for almost a month” jungkook bangs his hand on the booth table to emphasise his point, making the other boys jump. but jimin doesn’t even look in his direction.

“why should i?” his brazen attitude was really starting to grate on everyone, to be honest even he was annoying himself. the thing with jimin was that he was so stubborn and it sometimes came to bite him on the ass. and his stubbornness only got worst when he met his other friend and university.

he only hung out with his newer crowd because he was on his own when he started university, none of his childhood friends coming to the same school as him made him more upset then he originally thought. plus, when he found out you had actually gotten into the same university as him but chose to run along with jungkook? his heart couldn’t help but break a little. he was so close to you growing up, he was like your little shadow. he followed you around like his life depended on it and when that was no longer an option, that version of jimin died and that’s how he found himself doing things he never saw himself ever doing.

“jimin it’s a lip piercing, grow the fuck up” doyoung says coldly as jimin shook slightly in the chair as the piercer got the equipment ready to give him a hole in his face. “after this we’re going to get drink, maybe hit some bars for sure”

“oh i don’t really like bars” his new friends just look at him and laugh, making him feel tiny. what was he doing? he thought to himself, this wasn’t like him. he had friends, better friends - so why was he clinging to these stupid boys like they were all he had. actually he should know exactly why. the morning of the day he found himself in that stupid place about to get a piercing, he came to your campus. to rant to you about how much he hated being alone, how much he wished you came to university with him and how the crowd he had fallen into was not for him. but when he reached your campus he just so happened to see you, running around the yard chasing jungkook - playing like you used to with him. it was childish really, to feel jealous that you were having fun with someone else. but the fact he knew you could’ve come with him but didn’t, he held it against you. so he stormed off and found himself getting a lip piercing a few hours later.

a year later, jimin found himself fully engulfed in his new persona. sleeping around, drinking and getting into fights. he didn’t even know himself anymore, but what he did know was that you hadn’t changed. you were still such a good person, so kind and sweet - and it pissed him off. maybe it was the fact he changed so much he didn’t know himself, or maybe that you were his direct opposite at this point in time. but he didn’t like feeling this way. but he was too deep to stop. it’s probably how he found himself outside your dorms, at 2am, drunk and fighting with someone he didn’t even know.

the pounding on your door woke you up, you stirred and swung the door open to see who was practically trying to kick your door down this late. you were met with a frantic jungkook, looking back and forth from your door to the exit of the building.

“y/n quick it’s jimin” he rushed out and you quickly slipped on some shoes, not even thinking about the fact you only had bed shorts on and a tank top. you rush out to see jimin rolling around in the floor with another guy. throwing in punches every now and then. “he said to get you or he wouldn’t stop” jungkook explained and you just huff

“jimin!” you call out and he pushed the guy away from him to look at where your voice shouted from. stumbling his way over to you, he slumps over you. his arms hanging over your shoulders and you stumble with his weight being pushed down on you. jungkook grabs one of his arms and you take the other, guiding him into your dorm. once inside you place him on your bed and he just sits there, slumped over. “jungkook, go to sleep i can handle this” you say softly and he gives you a little bit of a look “trust me it’s okay” reluctantly he leaves, closing the door softly behind him. sighing you get some stuff to help the injuries jimin had. sitting next to him on the bed, you gently grab his head making him turn to you. when you look at his eyes, it’s like staring at young jimin, before he changed. his gaze was so soft that it made your heart pound. clearing your throat, you begin to fix him up, but his hand falling to grip your bare thigh had you stopping what your were doing. he sighs as he begins to rub your thigh.

“iam so fucking sorry” he mutters and you think you’re hearing things for a second but you definitely heard it. heard his apology, it was completely sudden but he didn’t just stop there. “i miss you, god i really miss you” his eyes began to get teary and his head falls onto your shoulder as he begins to cry. you’re still too shocked to say anything, this was the most vulnerable you’ve seen him in a long time. “i can’t do this anymore”

after that night, you were scared. sending jimin home in the morning, not many words were exchanged and you worried he’d just go back to his old self. the boys were a little surprised to see you walk through the diner door, but greeted you with big smile nonetheless.

“y/n you’re back” jin smiles brightly and you return it, sliding into the both next to jungkook. jimin was still yet to even look at you.

“i told her to come along” jungkook says “it’s been long enough”

“iam sorry i flaked guys, had some - stuff to sort out” the boys eyes automatically glance to jimin briefly but they don’t linger. “what’s the plan for today?” you ask cheerily and they all smile, happy to have you back. what you hadn’t expected was for the plan to all get drunk at namjoons house. but that’s what you were doing, it was currently 1am and you all sat around laughing. you found yourself in the kitchen, pouring a drink when someone comes in. shutting the door as they do so, making you turn.

“i need to see something” jimin states making you look at him a little confused, but he strides towards you lifting you quickly and planting you on the kitchen island. you could help the squeak that came out of your throat in surprise. but jimin stares and holds your waist with one hand as the other goes to hold your neck. moving closer, so slowly, he leans in. eyes drifting to lips and his gaze stays there. your heart beat quickened automatically and you gripped the island hard. he carried on moving in, his gaze going back to your eyes as his lips grazed yours - just barely touching. you could feel his breath mix with yours and your eyes fluttered shut naturally “fuck it” he mumbles, voice husky as he does so. your eyes flutter back open but not for long as he smashes his lips onto yours making you groan in surprise. he pulls you into him harder and deepens this kiss after nibbling on your bottom lip. realising what was happening you pull away a little, breathing heavy.

“don’t act like you don’t feel the same” he mutters and it annoyed you that you did feel the same, he was right about your feelings. as soon as he moved closer you wanted to feel his plump lips on yours. it made your body burn in the best way. so, you reach up and pull him by his neck to reconnect your lips and he moans in your mouth. hands running up your bare thighs - great day to decide to wear a skirt. he pushes the skirt up to your hips and his eyes almost roll back after seeing the red lace that your wore underneath. “i’ve waited so long to do this” he groans, moving his lips your neck mumbling in between kisses “after watching you run around with jungkook for a year i finally can have what’s mine” he chooses a particular spot on the side of your neck to suck harshly and your head rolls back. “be a good girl and stay quiet for me hm?” you nod frantically making him chuckle. his hand reaches under your lace making you gasp as he slowly rubs. “always such a good girl weren’t you? but here you are, already so wet for me when six guys are in the other room” his words only added fuel to your fire, but with how slowly his fingers were working it was driving you insane

“jimin-” you moan out and he loved the way his name fell from your lips. it was something he imagined many times before, even dreamt about. but now you were here, for real and he wasn’t going to waste this opportunity. slipping a single finger into you, you gasp at the feeling but then he speeds up his actions and it had you jolting forward to grip his shoulders. adding another finger he moves even faster and leans down to kiss your neck. the sensations were making you insane and it was becoming increasingly harder to hide your moans when his fingers were deep inside you. “i’m gonna-”

“no you’re not” with that he pulls his fingers out just before you could finished and you’re left panting slightly. he gives you a smirk before licking the fingers that were once inside you before waking backwards giving you a long stare before turning and leaving. you felt so embarrassed, was it another one of his tactics to piss you off? it had to have been. you felt so stupid. jumping off the island you pull your skirt down and pull yourself together before joining the group again.

“did you two argue again?” hoseok sighs but you shake your head

“nope, don’t even have anything to talk to him about anymore” you let out and jimin looks over to you but you simply ignore him. you didn’t want him to know he had gotten to you. in fact, you walked right over to where jungkook was sat on the couch and placed yourself on his lap. thinking nothing of it, he smiles up at you, holding your waist. jimin looked over at the pair of you, his jaw tightening at the sight. did you just forget what the pair of just done in the kitchen? or did you just not care? he wasn’t going to do anything, just bite his tongue and have a conversation with you in the morning but when you leaned down to whisper in jungkooks ear and started sharing giggles? his plan changed. standing back up he marched over to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you from your friends lap. everyone watches on but can’t say much when jimin’s already dragged you up the stairs into a room.

“you’re mine, do i need to remind you? because clearly the kitchen wasn’t a good enough reminder” you scoff at this, he sure was taking this little scheme as far as he could

“look stop, you’ve had your fun and embarrassed me okay you win?” he bites onto his lower lip as he stares at you. when he stays silent you turn on your heels to leave

“stop please don’t leave” he calls out but you just ignore him, not wanting to get played by any of his tricks but he run in front of you. “what do i need to do beg? because i will y/n, just stay” the slight break in his voice has you thinking maybe he was being honest. but if the past year taught you anything it’s that jimin didn’t care that much as to how he hurt you he just did it. you were hesitant.

“jimin, forgive me if i have trouble wanting to be alone with you when you like to trick me into intimate situations for a laugh” his eyes widen at this but you simply just stand there

“for a laugh?” he lets out and you shrug “a fucking laugh?” he seethes. there was some silence as you just looked at him, not faltering. “god! why can’t you see that i love you?!” now you falter, he - loved you? if this was still a trick it had gone to far, your heart began to hurt.

“jimin, that is not funny. don’t joke-”

“joke?!” he lets out an exasperated huff “iam not fucking joking. i love you and i can’t go on pretending like iam fine. when really my university sucks, my other friends are assholes and iam not even me anymore. this isn’t me, i don’t want to be like this. it’s an act y/n. i just want-” he breaks

“- you. i want you” he finishes and you take a deep breath. this was real, you could clearly see that. he wasn’t pretending anymore, not hiding behind this “bad boy” persona. quickly you wrap your arms around his neck and he instantly pulls you into him. it was the first hug you shared since you all said your goodbyes for the first day on university last year. he kept this to himself the whole time, that he was unhappy. “iam sorry for everything, i just - took it out on you that you never came with me. that i was alone.” you simply held him tighter, just happy to have him in your arms again.

“i’ve missed you so much jimin” you let out and he sighs as he holds you his his embrace. “i love you too idiot- i always have” he pulls away from the hug, hands resting on your waist.

“even when i was horrible?” he smiles and you rolls your eyes at this

“yes so maybe iam the idiot” jimin just ignores this as he leans down to kiss you, you happily reciprocating. he groans as push your tongue into his mouth. “bed, now” he orders

“well the good news is they’re not fighting” taehyung states with his ear pressed up against the door as the six boys stand behind him.

“what’s the bad news?” namjoon whispers and taehyung pulls himself from the door and stands up

“you may want to buy new sheets, or burn the bed. your choice”

[littlemisslipbalm]

“you make me so angry sometimes”

idk if this gif makes sense, but i feel like it will if you read the story, it just gives me that vibe. 

A one shot I cooked up idk, it’s about Harry and a makeup artist on DWD, it’s quite angsty, idk how that happened, it’s also very long, idk how that happened either, maybe i do a part 2, maybe i don’t idk lmk. Feedback is appreciated, not proofread. REBLOGS help writers tremendously and i love reading whatever you write in the tags its my favorite thing!! Love yall and Merry Christmas!

Word Count: 17.7k | Warnings: ENEMIES to LOVERS! swearing, angst!, some anxiety -like self-doubt, yn being mean to harry kind of a lot, i dont remember, nothing too crazy, Nick Kroll?, lots of conversation

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When she pictured herself as a makeup artist in Los Angeles, she hadn’t pictured exactly what she was doing right now.

She had expected doing gorgeous makeup for gorgeous actresses or doing wildly fun stuff like in Euphoria. And because of that she had worked her ass off to get where she was today. She had practiced for hours, worked countless hours for free, and networked to the cows came fucking home.

So why the fuck was she using tattoo-strength concealer to cover up the maybe 60 tattoos some asshole musician turned actor had all over?

Don’t Worry Darling was her first major film to work on so she couldn’t complain. She was happy to simply be there. Well she had been. The first day she had showed up 15 minutes early and had worn her favorite power suit she had. It was dark navy with a white lace long sleeve turtleneck underneath. She hoped to look fun but professional.

Hollywood was all about impressions, especially first ones, even when you’re the makeup artist. She had quickly learned that she was one of six makeup artists. One of them being the friend who had helped her get the job, Angie. Angie was like her surrogate mother in Los Angeles that she had met on her first film job for something much less high profile than Olivia Wilde’s second directing project. Her braided grey hair and fabulous jeans had drawn Y/N right in and they had connected instantly.

Since Y/N was deemed the most inexperienced by the head of the makeup department, she was relegated to easier jobs: assisting the other artists on main characters sometimes, mostly dealing with minor characters touch ups (and full make-up if she was lucky), and the job nobody wanted: tattoo coverage.

Harry Styles was one of the leads for the film and besides his minimal acting, everyone knew he was a worldwide rockstar. With the rock and roll life starting off as a popstar life at the ripe age of 16, he had amassed around 60 tattoos in the past decade. Impressive by her standard normally. She usually counted herself as an appreciator of tattoos and their art, finding them similar to makeup and the self expression that came with both forms. Especially since she had a few of her own, but when she walked into Trailer #6 and saw a good amount of Harry’s tattoos, she wanted to murder every artist he’d ever been to.

She had to make an inventory the first day of all of his visible tattoos when he was just wearing boxers. He had been friendly, trying to make conversation, but as the time wore on, they both grew tired and silent. She had to write down the location and a description of every tattoo and as he took off everything but boxers she grew more and more annoyed with his random and dumb tattoos. Some of them were amazing, the eagle, the anchor, the butterfly, and the ferns were probably her favorites. But some of them, she couldn't hold back her rolling eyes and annoyed expressions. The “Big” on his right big toe, a miniscule lock, almost everything on his inner left arm (the packers logo, Pingu, etc.)

She traces at the rose and the ship and then flips his arm out to reveal his inner arm to her gaze. “That is a big fucking bee.”

He snickers, “Y’like it?”

She ignores his question. “For god’s sake, someone is needle happy,” she said as she examined his left arm, taking note of every permanent drawing.

He shrugs his right shoulder, uninhibited by her prodding. “Dunno, beginning to regret some of them.”

“I would hope,” she mutters, scribbling on her paper the various ones she had just seen on his arm. Next was his ribcage ones.

He scoffs, “Oi, it’s not like you haven’t got any.”

“How would you-” She looks at him wide eyed.

“Right…” he takes his right hand and pushes her hair past her ear to reveal three little red line butterflies following the curve of her ear, “There. At least.”

She huffs and knocks his hand away from her. Her hair falling back into its place.

“Maybe some located in a few more intimate places I’m guessing from the red rushing to your cheeks right now.”

“Can you just let me do my job,” she says, not giving in to his teasing or sparing him a glance as she feels his intense gaze on her face. She was studying his left rib cage where a few cool tattoos happened to be.

“You at least have some taste or persuasive artists because not all of these are shit,” she speaks again after just the sound of her pen on the paper filled the trailer.

“Gee, thanks,” he laughs unamused and rolls his large green eyes.

She thought he had some of the biggest eyes she’d ever seen. But she also knew to keep that to herself because he’d either take it as a compliment and think she was noticing him too much or he’d take it as a massive insult and get her fired.

His right hand taps at his thigh, tapping a rhythm she didn’t care to pay any attention too. She just wanted to finish the stupid inventory of the stupid tattoos on this stupid man.

“Take those off,” she says to Harry, looking back at her clipboard again, filling up quickly with her notes.

He stands there, staring at her stubbornly. He was entirely bored with this exercise, especially since his company was some of the worst he’s ever had. She spares him a glance when she doesn’t notice any slipping off of the colorful sweatpants he’s wearing.

She arches a brow at him, her pen tapping impatiently against the paper. “Go on. Can’t imagine you want this to go on longer than it already has.”

He rolls his eyes again, slipping his thumbs into the waistline of the pants and tugging down. Simultaneously, he toes off the dirty vans he seemed to wear everywhere. The fabric pools easily and he steps out of them and discards them on the couch behind him. He’s actually wearing black briefs. She chooses not to notice anything further than that.

“Socks...can stay on,” She tries to say as he begins to peel one off. He stops midway and nods.

She flings his shirt to him, not needing to see his naked torso for another moment, “I know you’ve got some feet and ankle tats, but I also know that you won’t be wearing anything that will expose them. Thank your lucky stars that I don’t have to makeup your feet.”

He catches the shirt easily and slips his arms inside before tugging it quickly over his head and over his expansive shoulders. The ferns disappear out of sight.

“Well then we’re almost done then. Just got the knee ones -”

“And the tiger. That’s gonna be one son of a bitch,” she sighs and examines his legs, not bothering to crouch.

“What the actual fuck dude?” Her tone is exasperate and like she would rather be anywhere else than here.

“I’m sorry?” He sputters, hands on his hips and eyes bewildered.

“Yes. No. Oui. Non. Who are you?” She rubs at her eyes and shakers her head.

“S’a little rude.”

“You’re right,” she semi-rushes out at his serious tone, ready to apologize. When a grin spreads over his face and he chuckles under his breath she really wants to smack him upside the head. He was exhausting. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Thought it was funny at the time. Kind of think it’s even funnier now since it’s got you all mad.” He leans over her shoulder to look at her notes and when she glances at him unhappily he just looks smug.

“Alright,” she finishes the scribble of a description and clicks the end of her pen, “All done. You can get dressed. I’ll see you bright and early for tattoo makeup. It’s gonna take about an hour to do all this, just so you can mentally prepare for that.”

“It was nice to meet you,” he attempts at a friendly and professional farewell. “See you tomorrow…” he trails off as he watches her turn on her heel and walk out of the trailer door swiftly. The door swung shut and bounced a little bit in her wake.

Harry sighed and adjusted his clothes and hair in the mirror. After a moment he shakes his head, an even louder sigh escaping him.

-

“Good morning!” She greets happily, walking into the trailer without a knock. Well-rested and happy at least that she doesn’t have to just inspect a body, she looks around the trailer.

She realizes no one is there and she’s taken aback. First of all, if Harry wasn’t there then he shouldn’t have left his trailer unlocked. And second, he was fucking late, the fucking twat.

She grumbles, setting her coffee on the countertop. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “In through the nose, out through the mouth” she mutters. She knew this was a big opportunity and having a big star like Harry in her corner could make her career. She needed them to get off on a better foot today.

“Good form, I’d say relax the shoulders a little more,” the door swings open carrying the California twang-British accent that she would soon become all too accustomed to.

Harry points at her shoulders and narrows his eyes regarding her in the trailer. She offers a strained smile through the mirror and Harry sets down his personal things on the couch.  

“Alright, well let’s get started shall we,” she smiles and turns to him, gesturing to the swivel chair next to her.

He nods, a twinkle in his eye as he regards her. He’s unsure of the tone and attitude she’s giving him today. She had been feisty yesterday, cordial at times, but mostly biting and witty. He had liked it. It had made the whole ordeal bearable whereas now she seemed to be laying it on a little thick.

“Just your hands and neck today,” she says, pulling out the makeup materials needed and a checklist of the tattoos she needed to make sure were invisible.

“Should only take..a little under an hour today. Just gonna remind you now though, other days we won’t be so lucky.”

Harry chuckles under his breath and rolls his head around his shoulders before sitting in the chair. “Were you tired yesterday?” He inquires.

“Why do you ask?” She throws a glance over her shoulder at Harry. He’s begun slipping off his sweatshirt and yawns as he does it.

“You seem different from yesterday and I’m just wondering which one is the real you.”

She continues working about the room and rolls her eyes to herself, “I’m always the real me. I come no other way, but this morning I woke up and thought ‘this is the job you’ve fucking wanted for ages, so stop being such a bitch so you don’t get fired, you prick’.” She pauses and turns to face Harry. “The ‘you prick’ was directed at me, that was still part of my thought,” she adds.

He throws his head back and laughs. Then he nods, still laughing lightly, “I get that. Sometimes I’m just so in my head and yesterday I was just so fuckin’ bored. Sorry if I got on your nerves.”

“Don’t mention it.” She waves her hand at him nonchalantly.  

Then she moves to inspect his hands and notices the lack of rings, unlike yesterday when she had to make him take them off.

“You have amazing cuticles,” she notices and mentions without any pretences. Harry mutters his thanks, pursing his lips as he watches her work.

She stops her inspection and places the clipboard on the countertop in front of them.

“Could you take your necklaces off? I need to cover up half of the swallows and the years, for when you unbutton your shirt a bit.”

He wets his lips and nods, hands going to fiddle with the clasps behind his neck. He slips off one of the necklaces with ease, a yellow eye beaded necklace that he lays gently on the countertop next to the clipboard. Then he takes his cross and pulls it over his head, no clasp needed.

“Could I put some music on?” Harry asks after five minutes of Y/N working in silence and Harry only being able to stare either at himself, her work, or nowhere.

“I can,” she stops her work for a moment, “Can’t have you messing up the makeup before it sets. Otherwise I’d have to kill you.” Harry can’t be sure if she’s joking or not. Therefore, he was intent on not messing it up.

“Any requests?” She stands at the counter now, instead of seated on a stool working on Harry's left hand.

He shrugs, like he hasn’t got the faintest idea about good music. She refrains from rolling her eyes once again because she feels herself in a test. She wets her lips, sifting through different things in her Spotify and then lands on her playlist titled “it’s your song” named after Elton John’s song. It had some other musicians, a mix of Queen, Bowie, and more and she was sure she would pass the test.

She presses shuffle and She’s Always A Woman by Billy Joel begins to play over her laptop. Harry nods pleased and she wants to shake her head at him.

She can’t hold back the scoff though after a moment of going back to finishing his hand.

“What?” His British accent thickens with his annoyance growing.

“Nothing,” she chirps, intently putting the final touches on his wrist.

“Seriously. What?”

She stands and sets down the makeup. “Can you unbutton your shirt?” She made a note to herself that from now on she’d have to have him take his shirt off before setting to work because if his hands got messed up she’d have to start over. Thankfully he was already wearing a button up this morning.

He stares at her, offering no movement, just inquisitively waiting for her to respond to his original question.

She shuts her eyes, taking another deep breath and then bites at her lower lip. “It’s just...you’re so easy to read.” She fears adding anything else and moves towards him with the makeup hoping to encourage him to unbutton his shirt.  

His right hand deftly pulls at the buttons as he regards her. His eyes are intent on her, she can see him clearly calculating her. Her green paisley button up tucked up into the back of her bra leaving a splay of her stomach. The semi-balloon sleeves cinched at the wrists leading to her slightly ringed hands. The oversized blue jeans that have no holes, just a tiny patch right next to the left pocket. The frayed ends of the pants laying over her rather pristine white old skool vans.

The Boxer fades in as she waits for him to finish the unbuttoning of the shirt. He’s still staring at her.

“Am I?” He finally inquires, voice pitched higher like he doesn’t believe her.

She gives him a serious stare and leans over him and adjusts the collar of his shirt. She adds paper towels to avoid makeup on his clothes.  

“Yes!” She laughs, “And you don’t even think so, which is like...of course.”

He hums, tilting his head back as she sets to work on covering up the swallows. He wiggles his hands that now both rest on the arm chairs.

“I don’t see it.”

“Of course you don’t,” she glances at his face, their eyes meeting for a moment. “You’re Harry Styles. Everyone is in love with this image you created for yourself and it has just enough of your true self that people feel like they really know you, but you also maintain the illusion. So you think you’re this mysteriously amazing, not like the rest guy, but you are just like the rest of them. Obsessed with yourself and rich so you’re deemed eccentric rather than crazy for all the extravagant shit you do. So when you want me to play music and don’t offer any suggestions I know exactly what music I need to play for you to like me.”

“I feel like that last part says more about you than it does me,” he quirks a brow at her, straining his neck to look at her face as she continues to work.

She flushes, his response both better and worse than she expected. She had gotten a little carried away in her response and she had no idea why. She truly wasn’t one to go off on people so easily and especially not with someone she hardly knew, but something about Harry had her on edge. She was just thankful he hadn’t gotten mad at her response, instead he took it in stride. Further proving her point that he was extremely smart and did things purposefully and she saw right through it all.

She grumbles, “It says that all anyone has to do to get close to you is understand the smallest bit about you and you’ll let them in.”

“That is just so completely wrong, Y/N, I hate to break it to you.” It’s Harry rolling his eyes now, unable to move much more of his body as she continues painting on the concealer to remove his tattoos for the movie.

“Fine. Enlighten me on what I got wrong.”

Their argument had all but drowned out their music. They both did love this music and ironically if they would just shut their mouths, they’d probably like each other a lot more.

“Might as well,” he sighs. “First of all, my image is authentic and of course I don’t want to give myself all away. I enjoy my privacy and for everyone to truly know me I’d have to give that up. Which I’m not keen on. So, I regret to inform you but I am the same guy everyone is “in love with”. Second, I know I am a little self-involved, how else would I get here if I wasn’t constantly taking inventory of myself and reevaluating who I am. As a musician, I want to give as much of myself as possible or else it just feels inauthentic. And the extravagant thing, I can’t help that I like nice things and my job has allowed me to afford those things.”

He stops to take a deep breath and she’s working in stunned silence, in disbelief that Harry is even telling her any of this or that he’s spoken that much and so quickly. Wasn’t he notorious for speaking slowly with barely even a sentence worth of actual information. He sounds tired and frustrated, but also, surprisingly, sincere.

He continues, “The music thing. Maybe it was a test, but still it doesn’t mean I give everyone a mile when they say their favorite musicians match up with mine or something. I note that they either did their homework or might be an interesting person to get to know.”

“So which am I?” She widens her eyes.

“Obviously the second even if you’re also making it painfully clear that you don’t like me.”

“You’re smarter than I thought, Harry. I’ll give you that,” she smirks slyly, finishing up the bird coverage now.

He laughs. “Thanks,” he drawls out.

“And I admit that maybe you aren’t as easy to read as I made out, but I think we’re going to have to agree to disagree about the whole being your authentic self. I just don’t buy it. I can see your mind working constantly, you’re not one to just let yourself be free in public. And I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, I’m just saying, you shouldn’t pretend like that’s not what you’re doing.”

Her final thought leaves Harry silent. She pays no attention to his silence or at least she’s actively ignoring it. Instead she tunes back into the music that had gotten them back onto the wrong foot. This was going to be a long few months.

When she’s satisfied with her work, she has them sit there for thirty minutes to give it all time to set before Harry is off to hair and other makeup. They sit there listening to music. Neither of them have spoken again, except instructions from her and Harry’s hums of approval of songs.  

Harry stands up after thirty minutes as she stays behind to pack up some items. Just as he’s about to step out of the door, he turns and calls her name.

“For the record, I don’t think you’re giving me a fair shot. You said yourself that you’re different every day. That every version of you, is you. So I hope you’ll give me the same allowance, every version of me is me. In this trailer, in my music videos, on tv, in interviews, in my free time. It’s all truly me.”

She bites her inner cheek as he ducks his head and exits the trailer, not allowing her any response.

-

“You’re late!”

“Meeting ran over with Nick and Olivia. Sorry,” Harry says as he begins to undress.

It’s the first day she has to cover all of his tattoos. It was going to take forever by all accounts. It had been two weeks since shooting had begun and she had gotten the simple hands and neck down to 45 minutes so she could only dread what his entire body would take.

“It’s fine,” she grumbles, knowing there wasn’t really anything else she could say about him coming late from a meeting with the director and producer.

Over the last two weeks, they hadn’t grown any fonder of one another. Not at all. They at least had gotten into a system though and she was grateful for that at least.

They showed up, Harry got in his chair, she set up the music, and they got to work. Harry would practice lines on some days and he’d tell her that before she turned on the music so there were no interruptions. Sometimes they talked about stuff on set or music or she’d give Harry his line when he was trying to be off script and forgot one. She wouldn’t classify it as pleasant, but they weren’t at each other throats like they were originally.

Trailer 6 had gotten a little homier as the weeks went by, too. Harry began leaving some of his stuff there and he started putting up silly drawings he would make while on set or polaroids people had taken with him while he was there. He tacked up napkins of restaurants that catered the set and wrote funny jokes and quotes on post it notes. His personal assistants sometimes brought in snacks while Y/N was still working and Harry always offered her some. They were usually healthy, but sometimes she’d eat some. Jeff, his manager, had also stopped by on occasion during his tattoo touch-ups that had become a thing after shooting days had grown longer.

On first meeting, Jeff had said, “Y/N? Harry mentioned you.”

She had turned to Harry with an arched brow and he had shrugged. When she looked back at Jeff she didn’t see Harry give Jeff one of the deadliest looks he could muster. She had grimaced and said “Well we spend enough time together for him to know my name. So thank god for that at least.”

They had all laughed and she had gotten back to work on Harry’s wrist.

Today, she needed Harry in his shorts. It was the first day of shooting where his character would be only in his boxers so she had to cover up all his visible tattoos. Olivia had told the makeup department they actually had to cover up his feet tattoos as well. She wanted him sockless in the scene and Y/N had groaned immediately when she made it to the trailer and Harry wasn’t already there.

“But please, for the sake of my job, strip, dude.” She says, arms crossed over her chest and leaning against the counter as she watched Harry set his things down. Her soft green striped cardigan is open, exposing the white tank top sitting underneath. Her bright green shorts hang loose on her, cinched at the waist and folded over once. Her white high top nike’s tap impatiently on the floor, waiting for Harry to get moving.

He nodded, truly feeling sorry for his tardiness, knowing today was a long day. He was anxious and tired. Acting was a different experience to music and he just was really trying his best.

As he began to take off his shirt, he laughed. His arms pulled the shirt over his head and when it popped out from beneath it, he repeated, “Strip, dude,” attempting to mimic her American accent.

He had practiced his American accent in front of her while running lines, but it had a 50’s drawl to it. His acting coach had been drilling him for weeks before shooting and he still liked to practice. The accent he had just down was far off from that and far off from hers too.

“Do not,” she warned.

“What?” He asks innocently and flutters his eyelashes.

She knows his game by now and she knows she should just ignore him. She knows this after fourteen days. She knows this after hours with him. She knows this, but then she’s opening her mouth and playing into his teases.

“Sorry, what’s a word you would know? Mate?” She tries for a British accent with the last word, knowing she can’t win this.

Harry snickers and scratches at his nose with his index finger before starting on taking off his pants. “You’re so Californian.”

“Thank you,” she chirps, moving to sit beside him now that he had settled.

“I like your shorts,” he muses, crossing his legs, likely a little cold.

She glances down at her cotton shorts that showed more of her thighs when she sat for a moment before returning her gaze to his left arm. The longest task of the day was this damn arm.

“Thanks,” she mumbles, “Wanted to be comfortable today. Knew it was gonna be long.”

A smile bubbles onto his face, his pink lips parting to reveal his shiny white teeth behind them. “So true.”

The music is low today. She had chosen Joni Mitchel’s Blue album for the first pick of the day. She had quickly learned Harry preferred listening to albums in order. It tended to make him less jumpy when the same artist came on multiple times like an album. So when she tried to play just an album one day, she found him more cooperative and less irritable.

After thirty minutes of work, she can’t stop noticing how shivery Harry is. It was late October in LA, so it was still warm, but admittedly the mornings could be a little chilly. His shivering was concerning for many reasons. Mainly he was messing up her work and concentration, but she also didn’t want him to get sick or something.

“Do you want me to see if they have a blanket and slippers or something? You look like you’re turning blue.”

Harry turns his attention to her. He had been reading over the script for today again. “That’d be great. I can call…” He trails off trying to think of the name of one of his assistants, but apparently he’s too scatterbrained for it. She assumed it was the hypothermia traveling to his brain already.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll walkie someone.” She says as she grabs the walkie talkie, flicking to the personal assistants channel.

“Hey,” she chirps happily. Harry noted how she talked to other people. So sweet, yet sincere. With him, it was serious and sincere but more biting, callous at times. Less so lately, but she definitely was sharper with him. He didn’t know if it even bothered him anymore. She was engaging if nothing else.

“Is someone free to bring two blankets and men’s slippers over to Trailer 6? I’ve got a naked Jack and I don’t want him freezing before I’m done covering up his tattoos.” She takes her finger off the talking button and glances sideways at him, “Who knows, maybe that would improve his acting. Y’know on second-thought-”

“Alright, alright,” Harry tries to grab for the walkie talkie, but she turns from him holding a finger up signalling him to wait as she listens for a response.

Someone says a simple “On it” and she turns off the walkie talkie and gets back to work.

“I took my finger off the speaker before I said the thing about your acting. Relax, Harry.” She says when he’s still glaring at her. “Just love to see you squirm.”

He shakes out his short chestnut hair, some of it falling over his forehead. Instinctively, she reaches up without even looking and smooths it back. Like she was tucking her own hair out of her eyes, but instead it was Harry’s. She decided to say nothing and was relieved when Harry didn’t say anything either.

She finishes his forearm and moves to his outer upper arm. The rose holds her attention when the PA knocks on the door and she has to race to get it. Nothing could stop her from moving on this work. It was already an hour in and she wanted to scream.

She swings open the door and she wants to die. It was Autumn. Her least favorite PA, of course. She was insufferable and obsessed with Harry. Which was not why Y/N found Autumn insufferable. There were so many more reasons. So many. But that particular character flaw didn’t help her case either. Y/N tried to just take the blankets and slippers from Autumn, but the woman insisted that she come in.

“I’ve got it,” Y/N says.

“No, don’t want you to get makeup on anything,” Autumn’s saccharine voice grinds at her ears and she contemplates cutting them off.

Harry sat in his chair, legs crossed, nodding along to the music, his script discarded on the counter in front of him.

“Hi Harry!” Autumn practically yells, walking right up to him.

Y/N takes a deep breath at the door, letting it swing shut. She bites her lower lip as an attempt to bite her tongue as she walks back to her set-up. The set-up Autumn was conveniently blocking.

“Hello, Autumn,” Harry says kindly, making eye contact with her. “How’re you today?”

“So great! So great! Thanks for asking. How are you?” She points a finger at him like she might poke him and Harry squirms away from her a bit. She, of course, doesn’t notice this.

“Well, thanks.” His eyes flicker to Y/N, who is standing behind Autumn, hands on her hips and attempting not to tap her foot. His tone is clearly dismissive, but Autumn must ignore it. Y/N knows Autumn isn’t as helpless as she tries to come off.

Autumn asks, “Where do you want these?”, gesturing to the two blankets and slippers stacked on top.

“Just on the counter is fine, thanks,” Harry says.

Autumn does as he says and then stands there with baited breath. Y/N’s not sure what she’s expecting. For Harry to ask for her hand in marriage or something? But he just glances between the two women. His own foot begins wiggling in impatience.

“Busy day,” He attempts at dismissing her once again - with kindness.

“Oh my gosh, totally!” Autumn gushes, starting to go off on all of the tasks she has to do. She stands so close to Harry, Y/N genuinely thinks she’s going to sit in his lap. Y/N stares up to the ceiling, begging god or whoever to end her misery right there and then.

Harry sees Y/N’s expression and tries to maintain the neutral expression he’s had for the entirely too long interaction. A smile threatens at his rosey lips that had chapped from the morning air.

“Right, well,” he cuts off Autumn, “Y/N needs to get back to tattoo coverage, I think. So...have a nice day.”

Autumn’s eyes widen like she forgot that there was anyone else in the room and steps back from Harry. Y/N nods, a grimace clear on her face. Autumn gives her the same small she used to get from the popular girls in high school when she happened to be talking to their cool guy friend that they wanted to be more than friends with. Sickeningly sweet and completely fake. She could see the contempt in Autumn’s eyes that swirled just beneath the surface of her perfectly outlined green-ish eyes.

“Okay! You too, Harry!” She begins walking to the door and Y/N takes her seat again, closing her eyes and counting to ten. “And Y/N,” Autumn adds as an afterthought.

“Oh my fucking god,” Y/N sighs, her hands going to rub over her face and through her hair. “That was exhausting. Jesus Christ.”

“What? She’s nice. Maybe a little clueless,” Harry counters. “But she was so nice,” he confirms again, seemingly trying to convince himself of it as well.  

She grabs the slippers and slips them on the ground so Harry can put them on easily. Then one of the blankets that she drapes over Harry’s bottom half. He smiles at the gesture, a ‘thank you’ said in a whisper.

“Please, she knows what she’s doing,” Y/N scoffs, “And she’s obsessed with you!” She grabs the concealer to get back to work, “She was all over you and never took her eyes off of your body. It was like she wanted to touch you or something. It was icky.”

“You touch me,” Harry adds cheekily, adjusting beneath the warm blanket.

She laughs, a smile gracing her lips as she gives Harry a look. He was clever.

“It’s my job to touch you, Harry.”

Harry had really tried to not laugh, but it was just so funny. They both snicker, their eyes meeting for a moment longer than usual.

“Speaking of my job,” she adds after controlling her laughter, “Does she not realize just how long it takes to cover all of your bloody tattoos with this shit to make it look like you’re a pristine skinned 50’s psycho killer?”

She finishes the rose coverup and moves to the ship. Harry nods solemnly.

“It’s true...And it doesn’t help that you’re terrible at it, so it takes a thousand years longer than it should.” He adds, laughter overtaking his serious tone at the end.

“Oh my god!” She shrieks in delight, trying not to mess up her work, “That is so rude! I messed up one time - mostly because of you, by the way. And give me a break, this is so not what I thought I’d be doing as a makeup artist for movies.”

He nods again, muttering “Fair, fair.”

They grow silent, enjoying Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, the album that she had queued after Joni’s.

“The body thing, I just learned to ignore it, I think.” Harry mutters, eventually, but it’s thoughtless, like he’s not revealing anything about himself with the statement. But it kind of shocks her. Her eyes widen and she stops her work to stare at his face.

“Harry,” she waits till his eyes meet hers, “That’s, like, not normal. Are you serious?”

“I mean, I’m very comfortable with my body, like I haven’t minded the last 45 minutes of sitting practically nude in front of you. And I have plenty of revealing photos out in the world. I just don’t notice staring anymore, it’s not, I don’t think it’s what you’re thinking,” he tries to reassure her. His eyes are intent on hers, full of seriousness that hadn’t been there a few moments ago.

“It’s one thing to be comfortable in your skin and another to be desensitized to objectification,” she insists.

He nods. “I know. Thank you. I would let you know if what she had done had bothered me, so don’t worry. I felt completely safe the whole time.”

“Good,” she nods back and concentrates again. “Good,” she repeats once more under her breath. There had been way too many distractions already today and she wasn’t even done with his arm yet.

As she continues to work up his arm, Harry sings along to some of the songs on Elton’s album. He happily taps his feet to the different beats, now safely tucked in soft fluffy slippers. She would never admit just how amazing it is to be in the same room as Harry’s singing. It was truly special to be less than a foot from him and hear him sing just under the unique voice of Elton - who was someone he actually knew, which was equally as cool.

He hit every note and knew every word. She was impressed. How could she not be when a literal rockstar sat before her? This was the first time she was truly starstruck by her charge, Mr. Harry Styles.

By two hours, they had moved onto an album by Dolly Parton and they were both singing. They strangely had no fights today, maybe some snarky comments from both of them, but no outright mean-spirited words were exchanged.

She stood in front of Harry, finishing up the swallows. She had finished both arms and the birds, all she had left was moving down his body. Up next, the butterfly.

“I love this tattoo,” she mumbles, twisting Harry’s standing body to face her and taking her seat again. This left her eye to eye with the butterfly on his stomach.

He makes a surprised face and raises his recently plucked eyebrow at his counterpart. “Oh really?”

“Don’t act so surprised. I told you day one that not all of them are rubbish and honestly they’re all pretty cool. I just was so annoyed that I had gotten tattoo coverage as my job and then I had to go and index them all.” She flicks her eyes up to his sculpted face and sees he’s watching her work. “Plus, I have some butterflies of my own, remember?” She grins.

“Yeah,” he ponders her words, “I don’t think that’d put me in a good mood either.”

He pauses again and she continues to work silently.

“So what’s your excuse for the second day then?”

“You provoked me,” she doesn’t spare him a glance, shrugging like it was the simplest answer in the world.

“Pardon?”

“Let’s not go down this road again, Harry.” She sighs, smoothing over the freshly covered butterfly tattoo. His sternum looked so naked, it was unnerving. Now the ferns.

Harry involuntarily shivered when her fingers traced over the ferns lightly, taking note of the expanse of skin she’d have to cover.

“You’re right,” he agrees, “But agree to disagree on the provocation.”

“Sure,” she says curtly, focusing on his skin and her job.

The expanse of skin that the ferns inhabited was slightly fleshy and especially soft. It bordered where his boxers began and she ignored that part of his body completely. It was of no importance to her and she really had no issue blocking it from her vision, even when it was right in front of her. She finishes one fern with Harry jumping only twice from her cold hands. He couldn’t put his robe on until the makeup had all set for half an hour so he’d have to be cold for possibly another hour still.

She traces the fern that is still visible and Harry shivers. She instinctively shushes him softly and his body quiets. As she works, her hair splays around her shoulders and Harry looks down at her working and doesn’t realize what his hand is doing until it’s too late. His right hand runs over her hair, smoothing it out of her face. It was rarely ever down, so it must have been the novelty of it.

“Sorry, I-” he chokes out when he jerks his hand back.

She sits back, slightly taken aback. Her body flushes just from their positioning and what a hair caress would mean normally in this position, but she’s a professional and she shakes it off.

“It’s fine. We’re even.” She assures him, breaking eye contact with his own wide eyes. “Seems like we’re both hair touchers.”

“It’s just so soothing,” Harry muses. “I think it’s human instinct to touch other people’s hair since it’s so enjoyable for yourself.”

“Possibly,” her voice raises, his thought was definitely plausible. Or maybe they were just two touch starved people who were very much in each other’s personal space 24/7.

At the two and a half hour marker, she gets a walkie message from Olivia’s assistant asking when they’d be done. She had just finished the tiger tattoo, which had been surprisingly easy. It took a while, but Harry didn’t shiver once and neither of them pet each other’s hair.

“Probably 40 minutes, sorry. He has a lot of tattoos and the makeup needs to set.” She says seriously and gets back to work, barely regarding the response of “Yeah it’s fine, just wanted an estimate”.

“Jesus,” Harry moans as she covers up his knee tattoos.

She groans in veiled disgust, “Did I just hit a secret erogenous zone? Is that why you have ‘oui’ there, you creep?” There’s a teasing tone behind the nickname she uses.

Harry laughs and runs his hand over his face, pulling at his jaw and lower lip. His jaw is so sharp, she watches him adjust it. “No, no. I’m just so goddamn tired of this.”

“And it’s not your fault,” he adds, feeling bad immediately after he said it. “It’s actually been nice today, but I’m feeling antsy, like I need to move. I don’t like to sit still.”

“I know,” she says under her breath. She simply nods in agreement.

Finally, the tattoos are all covered up and set. They had talked about George Michael when she got to his ankle tattoos that she hadn’t seen before and they laugh about the tattoos and chat a bit more. She helps him slip on his robe that he keeps in his closet in the trailer and then follows him out of it. They had decided they were hungry and he had been pushed back an hour since he had taken so long, so he had a free half-hour.

As they walked to craft services, they talked about actual things besides work. She was pleasantly surprised by what Harry talked about. It was more than music or the movie. It was the tv show he was currently obsessed with and how he hated LA’s traffic the most out of all of his dislikes for the city. She couldn’t help but grin at his Los Angeles slander. She loved this side of him.

-

Breakfast together after finishing his tattoo coverage became their regular thing. He would come into the trailer, racing from his morning meeting accompanied with tea for two, they’d get his tattoos covered as quickly as possible, and then they’d eat together.

They’d save their “in-depth” chats for breakfast. In early November, he joked about No Nut November and insisted he really wouldn’t have a problem with it - which had made her laugh. They worried together over the U.S. presidential election and meditated together in his trailer to Fleetwood Mac.

Around late November, Harry had requested that Y/N just do his face makeup as well, just to simplify his life a little more and the department had agreed easily. She had to spend extra time on set getting lectured on how to properly do Harry’s makeup, but after two days she stopped getting notes about it. She was so extremely proud and thankful to Harry for doing that.

All he said was: “I mean, you’re extremely talented so I’m not scared of you fucking up my face. Plus, it does make my life easier. Two birds with one stone.”

In late November, he told her about his favorite holiday drinks at Starbucks and what he was getting his mother for Christmas.

When the Vogue cover came out, he laughed over that woman who responded to his cover saying the world needed to bring back manly men. He joked that he was going to really push that from now on, that he was a manly man, and he would sputter with laughter every time he tried to say it with a straight face.

He hand delivered her a special ‘Treat People With Kindness’ sweatshirt that he only had for the cast and crew of the film. Most everyone got them from a PA, but Harry decided since you saw him first in the morning, why not.

He told her about him winning Hitmaker of the Year from Variety when he had left the award sitting in Trailer 6 and about how weird it was to film acceptance speeches in an empty room. His smile had lit up the entire set that day and the day he did his interview on set. He was so smiley she had to bump him with her elbow because he wouldn’t stop smiling at her and it was unnerving.

“Stop that,” She muttered.

“Stop what?” He smiles wider.

“That!” She squeaked, her head shaking as she ducked it to regard his anchor tattoo. “You’re smiling too much.”

“Oh no,” he says sarcastically, “God forbid I be happy.”

“It’s not that,” she bumps his thigh with her elbow, trying to keep her own smile off her face, “Your face is just so intense when you smile. Feels like you’re gonna burn a hole through me.”

He laughs, completely unconvinced, “You just don’t want me to be happy is what I’m hearing.”

She rolls her eyes, “Whatever, dude.”

She saw he was serious about the ‘manly men’ references when the Variety photos came out and everyone and their mom posted the pictures with some variation of that comment as their caption.

She still found that she rolled her eyes at some of the things Harry did, but she genuinely counted him as a friend by the time December had rolled around.

Over three hours, almost always completely alone, doing work for a job you both care deeply about can really make or break a relationship. And that first full-body coverage day had made them stronger together. After that, Harry and her would banter with one another, but there was never anything intentionally cruel. Just friends giving each other shit sometimes. Harry had been right, he had changed her mind about him. And she had realized that that was who Harry was. He was a deliverer. If you didn’t like him at first, he would try and try again until you did, but he did it in a way that wasn’t weasley or anything. It was terribly genuine and she saw it in every relationship he had on set.

On several occasions she had witnessed his friendship with Nick Kroll. A man she had regarded with dislike before the film. She had quickly realized that dislike was misplaced, but she maintained that it was just because she hated adult cartoons - citing that she literally refused to be friends with any person who willingly watched the Simpsons, Family Guy, and/or American Dad and all of those similar shows.

Nick was far nicer and less weird than she had realized. So she quickly shot her friend from high school an apology text for all the Nick Kroll slander she had spouted back in the day. Her friend had rejoiced but also said how jealous she was that Y/N got to see him regularly on set.

Nick and Harry got along great. Harry generally got along better with older people, she noticed when she was introduced to his friends on the somewhat frequent occasion. Trailer 6 was where Y/N saw most of these reactions take place. She would be introduced in the first minute and then she would smile politely and get back to the work of covering up Harry’s numerous tattoos.

Harry would say something simple and Nick, the literal famous comedian, would laugh. In the beginning she’d raise a brow, confused because it truly wasn’t that funny, but as Harry’s friend now, she kept her mouth shut.

Nick would come and sit on the couch while she’d work and eventually all three of them would chat. Sometimes she would get up to go to the bathroom during those morning chats and she would look in the mirror and think to herself “How are you casually talking to these two men right now” and then she’d think “Because you are a boss ass bitch, you got this” and go back out there with a smile on her face.

“Y/N, what are you doing tonight?” Nick asked on the first Friday morning of December.

She looks up from Harry’s cross tattoo that was half covered. Harry was reading, a book casually propped in his right hand and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose. He glanced at the other two in the room. Nick had been getting some work done before he had spoken.

“No plans,” she states simply before getting back to work. It wasn’t full body today, but it was arms and torso, so kind of a lot still.

“You should come over for dinner at my place with Harry,” Nick smiles kindly. His scruff was really coming in today. “To celebrate us almost wrapping the first half of the movie.”

Harry had thankfully freshly shaved before he sat down. It was her least favorite part of her new job. Whenever he came in for touch ups and she had to shave his afternoon shadow. She was terrified she’d cut him and never live it down from her department or Harry. She had no idea which would be worse.

“My wife will be there too, of course,” he adds, hoping to entice her to say yes.

Harry glances between Y/N and Nick again before focusing on his book again.

She purses her lips, finishing Harry’s hand and moving onto the anchor tattoo. “Yeah, I mean, I don’t know why I’d say no. As long as I’m not intruding on the throuple,” she grins up at Harry.

He stares at her with his big green eyes, slightly obscured behind his prescription glasses. He raises his brows and wiggles them a little bit, teasingly.

Nick laughs and slyly winks at Harry through the mirror. Y/N none the wiser as she removes all traces of Harry’s tattoos.

“Great!” He claps his hands and stands up. “We’ll talk or I’ll make sure Harry gets you the info or something. I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out. My wife’s been wanting to meet you,” he smiles again and walks out of the trailer.

She tilts her head at the last part. He talked about her to his wife. Did he really count her as that close of a friend? She was just a makeup artist and he was a producer… She glances at Harry and he gives away nothing. His jaw looks extra prominent and she knows it’s because he’s clenching it. He did that when he was focused or angry, remembering it bulging on the first day they met and how clenched it had been then.

“Unclench your jaw,” she mutters, “It’s not good for you.”

Harry hums and unclenches it.

He stretches his neck by rolling his head around his shoulders and she glances at the movement. His skin is still beautifully sun-kissed and his pores look so soft, only his moles change the texture of his skin. She loves his moles though, they make him especially unique in her eyes. Not that he needed anything else to set him apart from the crowd. Still, she loved them. His collarbone is prominent as he sits there shirtless and she wishes she could reach out and brush at it. But she gets back to work, knowing the only time she’s gonna be brushing near that part of him is when she’s covering dates in those dips behind his collarbones.

“Y’know, I could just drive you to Nick’s tonight,” Harry says, putting his book down and taking off his glasses. He rubs at his eye with his free hand.

“You’re blind and British, how do I know you can even drive yourself?” She asks sillily, pointing to his glasses.

He shakes his head, “I’m serious, Y/N. Aren’t you staying in the same area as me?”

He asks because they had relocated to Palm Springs a little while ago and everyone had gotten rentals and it was hard to remember where everyone was holed up when they weren’t on set.

“Yeah, think so. But you don’t need to pick me up. I have a car.”

“Nonsense. I’ve been to his place before, don’t want you to have to deal with directions, that’s just silly.”

“I guess...” she resigns relatively easily. She had never hung out with Harry off the set or Nick for that matter. It felt surreal, but she knew the right answer was usually just say yes in these situations. So that’s what she says. “Yes, that’d be great, thank you,” she confirms and watches as Harry’s eyes glimmer softly before turning back to his book. A triumphant soft smirk rests on his face.

The words die out between the two of them as she works on. He hums along to the music and continues reading his book. When she’s done with his tattoo coverage and his face makeup, she sends him off to hair and the rest of his day. He gives a flirty wink as he walks out the door and she rolls her eyes in response. She tidies up her kit and then goes to do some other makeup work.

When she wasn’t working with Harry, she was assigned to some of the minor characters and doing their makeup. They were always her second concern, especially now that she did Harry’s makeup as well as his tattoos. As she works on them, she can feel her mind drifting to Harry. Harry and how they were friends now. She was pretty sure, right? They were friends. He had never really said a mean thing to her if she really thought about it. It was her… She had been rude and mean-spirited and he had just taken it. He rarely had even thrown it back at her. He was so good to her and patient and she realized that he had proven to her that he was good. He was better than good, he was kind and loving. Considerate. Wonderful. All of those positive superlatives, Harry filled them. And she had the audacity to be mean to him.

She paused the brush that was adding blush to an actresses cheek.

Lisa, the actress, looks at Y/N confusedly, “What’s wrong?”

Y/N twitches her head, refocusing on her task at hand. The realization of her pausing her work becomes clear as she looks between her hand and the cheek that has not enough blush on it. “Oh,” she breathes. “...I just realized that I was terrible to someone who doesn’t have a mean bone in their body.”

Lisa nods, “Apologize.”

“Yeah, I mean...We’ve kind of moved past the phase where we don’t get along. Like now we’re friends, but the realization just really hit me.” She sighs, picking up where she left off on Lisa’s makeup. “I’ll make sure to apologize next time I see them.”

Lisa smiles.

-

At the end of the day, Y/N realizes she left her tattoo coverage kit in Harry’s room after their touch-up session halfway through the day. She had run off to help with a makeup emergency for a tiny cut on a minor character’s face and forgotten to go back and grab her things. Another roll of her eyes and a huff of breath and then she’s walking back to Trailer 6, a place that seemed like a home away from home now. She knocks, patiently waiting at the bottom of the steps.

Harry swings open the door and props it with his hip. He’s got a toothbrush held in his mouth, slowly scrubbing back and forth with his left hand. His costume is somewhat taken off, he’s still got the pants on with suspenders hanging down, his chest was completely bare and he looked funny with some of his tattoos only being half covered based on what parts of his skin had been showing today. Her work. His skin looked half silky smooth and half tattooed like usual.

His naked skin seemingly left her breathless because as her eyes returned to Harry’s face, she breathed a soft, “Hi.”

“Hey,” a smirk twists onto his face. “Forget something?”

“Yes,” she nods, coming back to her senses and entering the trailer at Harry’s gesture.

She begins to pack up the kit that had been left haphazardly strewn around on his counter. “I’m sorry I left a mess like this, I got called over to something else and forgot.”

“Don’t worry darling,” Harry grins at his joke.

She looks up from her work and sees Harry in the reflection of the mirror. He’s wiping off the makeup from his chest and his beautiful tattoos reemerge as entire images.

She laughs humorlessly, “It gets less funny each time you use that.”

“That’s not true,” he looks at her through the mirror now, his green eyes trained on her face, “Everyone else still thinks it’s hilarious.”

“They’re humoring you and your fragile ego,” she winks and watches as Harry’s smirk twitches from his perfect face.

“You’ve got a very mean disposition, you know that?” He asks.

He finishes his chest and moves to remove the makeup from his left arm, glancing at the mirror every so often to check himself and to flicker his eyes over Y/N’s face.

She genuinely laughs at that, but scolds herself internally for being mean when she had planned to apologize the next time she saw Harry. This was the next time so why was she doing this instead?

“Rewrite sweet disposition for me?” Her voice honeyed. Clearly stubborn and terrible at saying sorry...maybe her and Harry were a better match than she realized.

Harry twists his lips as he slips on his t-shirt he was wearing today.

“Pick you up at 6:30?” He says as his head pops out from beneath the rainbow striped sweatshirt he slipped on top of the shirt. His chestnut hair had been toweled out and was flopping over his forehead slightly.

She sighs and zips close the kit, standing from the seat she had taken at his counter and turning to face him now.

“6:30 is perfect. Thanks again for doing this. I just can’t believe Nick Kroll is inviting me over for dinner!” She smiles, shifting to lean against the counter as she waits for Harry to finish up. She didn’t have to but for some reason she felt like she was in no rush.

“Are you serious?” He’s moved on to changing his pants now and he’s slipping on black sweatpants.

“Yeah…” She blinks and her eyes widen as Harry appraises her expression.

He straightens up after fixing a cuff on the pants and he can’t tell if she’s being genuine or sarcastic. It was always so hard to tell with her.

“I mean, Nick Kroll is like a huge celebrity and I know in the entertainment business you’re not supposed to get starstruck but when I was in college my sister thought he was weirdly hot and my friends and I would shit talk him. I don’t know, it’s just kind of surreal to be having dinner at his place. Like I’ve watched him on tv and now I’ll be eating with him...so weird.”

He shakes his head, beginning on his dirty vans now. A small laugh escapes his mouth and he glances between her and his shoe, scratching his head quickly. “I still can’t tell… It feels like you’re fucking with me right now.”

“I’m not!” She insists, her hands coming out in front of her in a confused fashion. “I used to watch that guy’s tv show then he’s my boss now he’s inviting me over for food? It’s a lot to process.”

“How come it’s not surreal to be having dinner with me then?” He asks semi-joking, a hint of offense tinged within it. It’s visible only in his knitted brow and twisted lip.

“Careful there, sailor. Venturing into some dangerously self-absorbed waters.” Her eyes light up, a quick raise of her brows accompany the shine, and she decides now is her time to head out. Especially as she thinks about getting ready for this soiree tonight. She needed to shower and pick out an outfit with less than two hours to prepare.

Harry sputters at her response and fumbles with his pink shoelace. “That’s not...that is - You’re being unfair. My question is valid.”

She shrugs her shoulders and skirts Harry’s attempt at grabbing at her arm to stop her from leaving. “Okay, Mr. Big Man On Campus. I promise you you’re the most popular boy in school.”

She blows him a kiss and walks out the door as he attempts to get her to come back by calling her name a few times and slightly shouting “C’mon! I wasn’t being insecure. That was a reasonable ask…”

He sighs and shakes his head again. Every interaction would end with one of them either rolling their eyes or shaking their head and usually a sigh on both of their lips. It was exhausting, but exhilarating too.

20 minutes later, Harry receives a text from Y/N: “You’re still picking me up right :))) ?”

He’s in his car, getting ready to finally leave after getting held up with last minute schedule changes that he had to be informed about by some PA that he had forgotten the name of. His lip quirks to the right and he closes his eyes for a second enjoying seeing her name on his phone screen for a moment.

He types back: “Of courseeee”.

“Fab.” She sends back, immediately followed by: “Fanks BMOC ;)”

A full smile rolls onto Harry’s face after he swipes his tongue over his lower lip. “Yeah, yeah, save it for the next guy” he types out quickly before throwing his phone gently beside him and driving back to his apartment. She made him feel young, not that he wasn’t young, but generally his friends didn’t text like she did.

-

At 6:28, she receives a text from Harry Styles - his name in her phone. A name she had never expected to see in her phone unless her Spotify was on shuffle. Yet, instead, his name popped up under messages and it read “Here!” followed by a quick “I think” and then a phone call coming through from the apparently anxious man himself.

“Hello Harry.” Her tone even. She throws little items into her purse, making sure everything she needs is there.

“Could you peek out your window? I’m not quite sure I’m at the right place and people are staring…” nerves laced in his rushed tone.

She ambles to the window and opens up the shade she had closed to change. Below her, she sees a sleek black Range Rover with a slightly disarrayed hairdo and big dark glasses peeking below the windshield. She ignored the instinct to retch at the sight of the Range Rover and peered at the lamp lit sight below her. It was definitely Harry, but she searched for the prying eyes he was worried about and saw none. Well, maybe a few, but it wasn’t a lot.

“I see you, I’ll be right out, dude. Just deep breaths, it’s mostly crew staying here right now so they’re just seeing that it’s you, another guy they work with. They won’t come up for pictures...I would hope.”

She hangs up with no farewell, snatches her purse from its place on the bed and races out the door. Harry smiles anxiously at her when she stands next to the passenger’s door and he unlocks it. She bites her lip and raises her brows, waiting to hear if anything terrible happened in the minute and a half it took her to come downstairs and out to the car.

“Hi,” he exhales.

A smirk crawls onto her features and her eyes sparkle with a bit of a childish glee that normally she didn’t exhibit as she glances at him. “Hi.” She says quietly. “Alright big boy?”

“‘M fine.” He huffs but balks at her smile that she maintains while she stares at him. “What?”

“Just happy to see you, I guess,” her smile returns after speaking and Harry glances between her face and the windshield in front of him.

He can’t tell if she’s being serious or not once again. But he fears that conversation of her either ridiculing him for thinking she is serious or being offended that he still can’t tell. Instead, he will keep his mouth shut. For the most part.

“Happy to see you, too,” his lips create a closed mouth smile quickly before turning out of the parking lot.

She watches him. Their first time together outside of work. And they were friends. She needed to get used to simply thinking that. He picked her up to take her to dinner with her other friend and his wife. This was normal life, just with big names behind those terms of relation. Jesus, she always said it didn’t bother her to be around celebrities so why did she think about it so damn much?

She twitches her head and refocuses on Harry and his driving. His jaw is clenched again and she wants to reach out and sooth it herself. Instead she starts to open her mouth to correct him, but stops herself from that as well. They weren’t at work and it didn’t feel like something just a friend would say right now. She refocuses on the view of his eyes that are barely visible while he regards the road. His large eyes that she had grown acquainted to are surveying what he’s doing, every so often drifting to the right side of the road to check out the lane beside him. But then, always back to right in front of him, leaving a crescent of green visible to her.

“Can feel you staring at me…” His voice sounds like it’s rolled around in gravel after the long work day. It makes her wonder if he’s supposed to have a vocal rest when he’s not at work, but then again it’s the weekend now so maybe it was fine. Maybe she should ask him. Or maybe she should stop worrying so much about him.

“Have I got something on my face?” His low register bumps her from her racing thoughts. He doesn’t take his eyes off the road, but she can see he’s widened his eyes in wonder.

“No! Of course not, I just was...making sure you weren’t going to crash us or something.” She grasps at straws, desperate to not be caught by Harry.

A low chuckle bubbles from his chest and he spares a small glance over at her bundled up in his passenger seat. She matches his gaze with something of distrust hidden behind her eyes. She hopes to convey that she’s being silly and when Harry turns back to look at the road unassumingly, she feels like she has won. The harmonies of the beginning of a Queen song take over the silence, Harry’s spindly fingers thrumming against the wheel.

They arrive at the Kroll’s Palm Springs residence at 6:50. 10 minutes early and the two twiddle their thumbs for a few minutes, trying to pass the time and not intrude earlier than they were supposed to. She appreciated that Harry liked to be timely but not early, similar to how she was.

“So what is the fascination with Range Rovers?” She queries, leaning against the door’s armrest. The back of her head touches against the semi-tinted window.

Harry shifts in his seat, seat belt no longer constricting him and no road requiring his attention as they sit in the driveway. He rushes a hand through his hair and lets a single strand of hair fall over his prominent forehead.

“Dunno,” he shrugs his shoulders and allows a hand to fall onto the steering wheel absentmindedly. “I don’t really prefer them anymore, but when I’m in LA and doing work, it makes things easier. My other cars are a little flashier...have more privacy in this.”

“Yet the effect is similar,” she muses.

Her head tilts to take in Harry’s appearance, sharp black silky button-up and dark green plaid slacks, and she rubs a hand over her jaw. His eyes flicker to the movement and attempt to really take it in, even in the dim glow of the lamp light outside barely peeking into the dark interior of the car.

“Effect?”

“Y’know…” She arches her brow at him. He feigns innocence or possibly the expression is genuine. She’s begun to realize Harry was as genuine as they came, but she just didn’t think he was that unaware. An assumption that was likely correct, but even Harry liked to pretend he was a completely unassuming individual.

“Forget it,” she finishes when he gives no indication that he knows what she is hinting at. She doesn’t want to get into it with him again. Especially when he plays at this game where he has no idea what she’s talking about. It made her feel like she was crazy for thinking he made these calculated decisions to get his desired outcomes.

They move on, neither of them quite sure what the other was getting at in that conversation. The two of them walk into the house a minute before their expected arrival time side by side and are greeted happily with Nick and his wife. They’re ushered in and Y/N is happily received by the happy couple.  

“So, Y/N, how’s it been for you working with these two? I know they can be more than a handful - especially together,” Nick’s wife, Lily, asks after a sip of wine.

The group of four had been eating for a while with Nick and Harry bantering for quite a bit at the beginning about whether or not Harry would be willing to hand feed Nick. The answer was settled at “another time”.  

Harry seems to have a very specific habit of watching whoever is speaking - no matter what. So after Lily has finished speaking, his gaze flickers to Y/N, the person his brain expects to speak next. He watches her attentively as she wipes her mouth on her napkin before speaking.

Her hair was styled differently tonight than it usually was on set, she had it down rather than up in a ponytail or braids. He hadn’t had time to really look at her when they had been in the car, his mind occupied with stress and exhaustion that he refocused into driving and deep breathing. Now, in the comfort of a trusted friend’s home, he was far more relaxed and able to truly take in her appearance, which he couldn’t help but think was beautiful. He’d have to tell her that at some point. That he thought she was beautiful. Not that he didn’t see her on set and think she was beautiful...he just hadn’t really thought about it before. She was his wily makeup artist who was critical of him most times, but occasionally sweet, who had an amazing taste in music and good aesthetic style. The beauty part of it all, he guessed wasn’t something integral to their relationship before.

But now he was sitting beside her at the Kroll’s nice dining table and she had her hair splayed in front and behind her shoulders with one side tucked behind her ear and her outfit fit her impeccably. The top she had on had capped sleeves that cinched with buttons at her delicate wrists and a severe drop to create a small sweetheart neckline just above the curve of her breasts. It was silky and shiny, a blush pink that complemented the high waisted dark grey slacks that flared over shiny black boots that he wasn’t sure where they ended beneath the pants.

“Well,” she starts, chuckling under her breath when she meets Harry’s stare, “Harry and I spend a lot of time together, covering up all his tattoos, and he yaps a lot. So, it’s actually pretty refreshing when Nick comes in, because Harry’s then talking half the normal amount.”

He huffs a scoff, while Lily and Nick laugh happily. Nick interjects an “ouch” for the bite she just took out of Harry, but she thought it was fine, he can take it.

Harry thought to himself that if she can serve it, then she can definitely take it. His eyes remain on her as he opens his mouth to speak, but then look at Lily when words actually come out. “Well, Y/N, she thinks she can read people really well, but it’s actually quite the opposite. She had me completely wrong when we first met, so I talk now in hopes that she’ll really understand me.”

His head tilts to her when he mentions her name, but otherwise doesn’t glance her way away again. He scrunches his nose at the end of his comment, implying he converses with her out of pity.

It’s her turn to scoff and stare at him unamused. Nick and Lily share a look, unsure of what was going on, they had concocted this dinner date idea in hopes to set the two up but the way this conversation was going, they seemed to be pushing each other further and further away from one another.

“That’s simply not true,” she says curtly and takes a sip of her quickly emptying wine glass.

“Which part?”

“Almost all of it, I’d say,” her eyes glaring back at him, fiery with a disdain he hadn’t seen in awhile. “You’re proving my original perception of you with every passing second,” she adds.

“Care to elaborate exactly what the original perception of me was for the class,” his eyes are wide and wild, any extra adoration he had started to feel towards her slipping away just as quickly as it had come, like a wave along the beach.

“You know, so why don’t you?”

“I want to hear you say it,” he grits out the command.

She shifts in her seat, glancing at Nick and Lily who are watching on and she has a feeling she won’t be getting an invitation again anytime soon. Lily gives her a semi-reassuring smile like she was sorry to have asked the question at all, but Y/N knows this is kind of her fault, not that she would ever admit that. Her comment could have been taken innocuously, but Harry’s pride wouldn’t let it slide. Like she said, she should have known better, the weeks of friendship were flying out the window and she was helping them along.

“And what if I don’t?”

“Have fun calling an uber at this time of night,” he shrugs, malice dripping in his tone.

She truly was taken aback at this. A slight sound of shock leaving her mouth. Harry was many things, impatient and anxious usually, but downright cruel with her, she had yet to see it. Arrogant and pompous, definitely, but this wickedness that was starting to creep from the shadows worried her. But the little fiery demon within her wasn’t going anywhere either - yet she might back down to save herself some money and hassle.

“Fine,” she raises her brows in a challenge to him and restates her original take on him - possibly adding a bit extra malice in her phrasing, “You are a shell of a man, held up by the people around you, creating the illusion of a completely genuine and down to earth rocker who dabbles in acting, philanthropy and all around goodness. No one’s ever had a bad experience because no one’s ever truly met you. Not the real you.” She takes a deep breath as she shakes her head in disbelief now, a sarcastic laugh leaving her mouth, “And I thought, I really thought, that I had been wrong. Because these past months you really fooled me with your sweet smile and deep eyes. But when it comes down to it, you tricked me just like everyone else.”

Harry stares at her blankly and she shakes her head once more, feeling foolish. For thinking Harry was someone he wasn’t. For thinking the past few months had been real. For thinking that tonight would go off without a hitch. And the shit part of it was that she had really hoped that all of it was true. She wanted this to be her life, but her instincts had been right. Beware of the picture perfect because it always is just a mirage of deceit and lies.

“All I’ve got to say is you’re a damn good actor Harry, so at least you’ve got that going for you.” Then she pushes back from the table and stands, turning to Nick and Lily. “I really am so sorry, I understand that you probably want me to leave, so I’ll just be going,” her voice faltering at the end, she wasn’t as strong as she liked to pretend and she was pretty sure she just ruined her chances of working again in Hollywood. You’d have to be an idiot to be an enemy of Harry Styles and she feels like she just became his first.

“No!” Nick says quickly, standing too, “I think things just escalated really quickly and some things were said that both of you didn’t mean. Um...just, let’s take a few minutes to cool off. Harry could you and Lily deal with the dishes and I’m going to talk with Y/N alone.”

Everyone nods and Y/N follows Nick down a hallway, a little confused but following after he beckons her with his hand. They go out a side door and end up on a porch in the backyard. He stoops down and opens a little sitting mailbox she didn’t see and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He places one between his teeth and then offers one to her. She accepts, not usually a regular smoker, but right now seemed like a fair time to indulge in the bad habit. She needed to calm her rapidly beating heart.

He lights the cigarette for her when he sees her shaking hands and then in turn lights his own. They stand on the porch beside each other and stare out into the dark night sky.

“Well, this wasn’t how tonight was supposed to go,” Nick starts, after a few exhales of smoke.

“No,” she laughs nervously, her foot toeing at the wooden slate on the porch. “I shouldn’t have tried to make a joke.”

“No one’s to blame,” Nick says quickly, glancing at her, “You and Harry...you both have really strong personalities and I don’t think either of you are used to being challenged.”

She nods along, she definitely had to agree after the argument they had both willingly gotten into in front of other people.

“I think that can be a really good thing, challenging each other, because then you two can both grow. But what happened in there was more of a battle to the death rather than a friendly spar.”

“Yeah,” she exhales, flicking at the burning cigarette between her fingers, “I don’t know why he gets under my skin sometimes in a way I’ve never dealt with and it’s kind of uncomfortable so I lash out, I guess.”

Nick stays quiet, taking a drag of his cigarette.

“Ugh,” she groans, “I wish I hadn’t done that. We were doing so well, it’s like I don’t even really know what I’m saying, it’s like I can’t handle a friendly spar, I always end up going in for the kill - as you put it.”

She rubs at her face with her free hand and then takes a drag herself. Nick bites at his lower lip, trying to think of a solution.

“Y’know? Lily and I had concocted this plan to try and set you and Harry up tonight,” he says slowly, revealing the plan that had clearly been taken off the table as they just needed to attempt to salvage cordiality.

“Really?!” She’s in complete disbelief and slight dismay that the plan was seemingly ruined.

“Well,” he sputters, “When the two of you aren’t throwing verbal fireballs at each other, you’re actually quite sweet to one another. Those fond little glances you hope no one sees, well he does that too, and you both fail miserably because I see it all the time. I’m sure plenty of people do too.”

“Oh,” she states, visibly deflating. She looks to the ashtray conveniently on a table behind her and presses out the rest of the cigarette. “Should probably talk to him, huh?”

Nick nods, stamping out his nub of a cigarette as well. They go back inside and into the kitchen where Lily and Harry have plated dessert. Harry looks a little sheepish, likely having a similar conversation with Lily and she wouldn’t be surprised if her expression looks similar, if not a bit more flushed from the outdoor chill.

Lily murmurs that she and Nick are going to eat their dessert in the living room, a fair bit away from the kitchen and the two now deflated counterparts nod and then stare at each other, knowing what they need to do.

“Can we talk?” Harry rasps out, his voice even lower as he speaks softly, a mere foot away from her in the kitchen.

She nods, but moves further from him to lean against the counter and tuck her hands behind her. She’s lost her appetite and doesn’t want Harry to see her shaking digits.

He’s ducked his head and a stray curl falls over his forehead, laying there softly. He doesn’t move to fix it, just stares at his feet until she begins to talk. He can’t not look at her face when she speaks.

“So…” She slowly starts, not enjoying the tension in the room. Her eyes can’t meet his though, his stare dark and unnerving like usual, but almost painfully so now. “I can start.” She kicks at the tiling on the floor like she had done outside as well, trying to not think about the eyes trained on her right now. “I’m sorry I lashed out on you, Harry. I didn’t mean what I said, it was just a heat of the moment response.”

“I’m sorry, too,” Harry says immediately once she finishes speaking, “I shouldn’t have gotten upset over a silly joke and brought up a sensitive subject. Then it escalated…”

“Yeah, I really liked the friendship we’ve garnered these past few months and I just can’t believe I almost ruined everything - including my career…” she squeaks at the end and tears start to roll from her eyes. “Oh god,” she is hit with the gravity of all that she almost ruined as Harry stares at her again. “I’m so sorry, Harry, I really am. Do you forgive me? I don’t think I could stand it if you didn’t.”

She stands there and feels sobs wrack through her and her hands go to cover her face out of embarrassment. She had caused a scene and now she was making another one. In front of Harry.

In an instant his arms are wrapped around her frame and he’s hushing her cries. They had never hugged before, but now seemed like as good a time as ever. His arms were strong around her and she pressed her face into his chest, not caring at all about how she looked or whether this was worse than getting in a fight and running off.

“Of course I forgive you,” he says and then begins repeating her name over and over, trying to soothe her. He definitely had been hurt by her words, but it seemed like she was more upset about the whole situation than he was and he didn’t think bringing up what specifically had hurt him would help her frame of mind.

She settles after some time, her whimpers and tears subsiding after being rocked into a more peaceful mindset with the help of Harry’s calming voice and reassuring embrace.

“I really am sorry,” she whispers again.

Harry pulls his neck back and his head off the top of her head to look at her face. It was tear stained and her eyes were glassy, lips slightly puffy. He gave her a soft tight-lipped smile. “No more apologies,” he states sternly and then softens again at the slight quiver in her lip. He pulls from her a little more, leaving her at arm's length, with his hands still attached to her hips, fingers slipping over the plaid fabric. “I meant to tell you this earlier, before things…” he stares at her face again and she holds it this time, “You look beautiful tonight.”

She scoffs and her eyes immediately drop to her feet, “Definitely not anymore.” She doesn’t believe Harry.

“‘M serious,” he insists. His right index finger goes to rest beneath her chin and brings her face up to look back at him.

“Sure,” she says, still not convinced but not sure how else to respond. She feels herself warming at all the positive attention he’s pouring into her.

His gaze won’t falter from her face, he’s intent upon making her understand him. He whispers her name, “Accept the compliment.”

“You’re stubborn,” she notes.

“So are you,” he counters quickly.  

“Fine, thank you,” she sighs when he won’t stop giving her that look of his. That look that makes her want to melt into the ground because it feels like she’s the only person in the world. “Though you looked especially good tonight, too,” she adds, her hands rubbing over his shoulders softly.

“Thank you,” Harry states lowly, the words only traveling to her ears. His hands fiddle with the sides of her top, thinking about the night and where they were now. Her eyes were red from crying and overall she looked tired beyond her years. “Do you want me to take you home?”

“That’d be nice.”

They make a quiet farewell to Nick and Lily, as well as apologies from both her and Harry. They don’t speak in the car and the music plays loud enough for it to not seem unreasonable for them to be silent. Harry’s hands don’t tap against the steering wheel, they sit in their spots stoically doing their job and nothing more. She watches the window, legs crossed and hands clasped in her lap. She’s thankful for the music because she knows that even though they had talked, it wasn’t enough. What she had said was hurtful and one apology wasn’t enough for how she had behaved. She didn’t think her and Harry would be the same after tonight, but the silence made it possible for her to pretend none of it had happened.

Just as Harry’s car is pulling up the apartment complex that is far darker now, the harsh splatter of rain begins to fall on the pavement and the sleek black car the two are still sat in.

“Oh,” she comments offhandedly, just responding to what she had noticed.

The rain grows louder when Harry parks and then turns off the car. He glances at her for the first time since they got into the car. She registers the look out of the corner of her eye, her face still looking out at the rain. She loved the rain, but there wasn’t always a lot in Southern California, especially not in Palm Springs. It seemed that tonight was different.

“Well,” Harry breaks his silence, she thinks that’s her cue to leave and unbuckles her seatbelt, but he continues. “This certainly wasn’t how I expected this night to go.”

She stops moving, her hand hovering over the handle of the door. She sits back and settles into the seat, feeling her teeth bite into the plush of her bottom lip.

“That’s what people keep saying,” her eyes remain on the rain hitting the front of the car, the splatters of seemingly black liquid that form when the clear rain touches the onyx hood of the car.

“Huh?” Harry grows perplexed at the rather wistful tone of her and how she won’t look at him again. He was still hurt, but he had hoped them talking in the kitchen had straightened some things out. During the car ride he hadn’t wanted to talk, but it didn’t mean he was still angry with her. Just confused, and growing further confused by the second.

“Oh,” she repeats, “Didn’t Lily say? Her and Nick concocted that dinner in hopes to set us up.”

Harry hums, knowing that because Nick had left out a little part of that plan. That he had been a part of it. He had been talking with Nick about getting to know her better outside of work and how Nick had thought it’d be a good idea to have dinner so he had told Lily and they set it up like a casual dinner party. Harry didn’t know how to respond because her knowing that he was in on the plan might just make matters worse. He really didn’t think things could get much worse, but it seemed that they always managed to make it happen so in the end he decided to keep his mouth shut.

“I don’t know if we’d ever be able to work out differences out for that,” she decides to continue, when Harry stays quiet. She scans the interior of the car and watches Harry for the briefest moment before going back to looking out the window. “Nick said that we challenge each other to grow, but all I see us do is hurt each other.”

Her voice is just above the rain pattering outside the car and Harry thinks it sounds almost melodic if it weren’t for the sadness laced in every word.

“I disagree,” he states before wetting his lips.

“Of course you do,” she laughs in spite of herself.

“Even after all these months together and you still don’t get it. I like you.”

“You don’t like me, I don’t know how you could ever like me,” she shakes her head. “We just...we get under each other’s skin. You can make me so angry sometimes and I know I make you angry too. And when we’re not angry, we’re focussed on something that doesn’t have to do with ourselves.”

“I don’t think what you feel for me is anger,” Harry insists, “Just because something feels burning and fiery, frustrating even, doesn’t mean it’s anger.”

His body shifts closer to the center divide and she turns to face him finally. His eyes are extra dark in this lighting, which is barely there from a streetlamp a ways off. She longs for the comfort of his light green eyes, the soft pale glow of the moss that seems to have been trapped within his iris. Maybe for that reason she unknowingly leans closer to him.

“Then what is it?” She whispers, eyes blinking slowly as her breathing grows strained.

“Passion.”

Immediately, her head is tilting to meet his lips. Her mind knows one thing, she needs to be kissing Harry right now. And then she is. His left hand goes to cup her cheek as his lips attach themselves to hers. His soft lips press to hers in a long searing kiss. They stay there for a moment, pressing all of that passion and frustration into the kiss.

She presses impatiently forward, her lips starting to move more, wanting to kiss him deeper. Harry obliges, parting his lips and kissing her more vigorously. He licks into her open mouth and smiles at the sound she makes in appreciation for his actions.

She’s shifted to have herself kneeling on the leather seat and she’s leaning over the console. One of her hands finds purchase on Harry’s thigh and grasps tightly, her other at the back of his neck, pressing him closer if it were possible.

His chest is pressing against hers as he pulls her closer. He kisses her and his fingertips rub softly at the apple of her cheek. Eventually they run behind the shell of her ear and trail down her neck.

Eventually, she pulls away and stares at Harry. She watches as his eyes flutter open gently. His soft eyelashes dust his cheeks before moving away, allowing his eyes to peer at her in the dark.

Her breathing feels a little irregular after the kissing and she’s sure she is heaving her chest slightly, likely mirroring Harry’s chest as well.

“So, where to now?” She inquires, lips quirked up at her suggestion.

Harry giggles and scratches his nose against his index finger.

-

Harry doesn’t stay the night, he walks her up to her apartment door though. He kisses her chastley in front of her door and wraps an arm around her waist as he does so. He bids her a goodnight and a promise of seeing her soon.

They don’t see each other for a month. Both of them had been so blissful after the endorphins of kissing their person that they had forgotten that filming had wrapped. They weren’t set to work for a month. Harry texted her the next morning informing her that he’d be in England until filming resumed. She was still going to be in California, filming was moving back to Los Angeles, so she’d be back in her place there. Her family knew she was working, so they had sent her presents ahead to her place instead. Angie, her only true friend in the area, was spending her time with her actual family and Y/N didn’t want to intrude.

So the holidays were going to be spent alone. Those four weeks alone passed surprisingly quickly. She practiced techniques on herself, bought a tiny Christmas tree like the one in A Charlie Brown Christmas, watched A Charlie Brown Christmas and just about every other holiday movie possible. She fell in love with young Hugh Grant and Colin Firth for the thousandth time. She sang carols to herself and decorated her place with decorations from Target. She jammed out to the new Miley Cyrus album and held dance parties for herself in the house. She baked cookies and even attempted a trifle after watching a Great British Bake Off episode. She did and she did all in hopes that her mind wouldn’t wander to the guy who hadn’t called.

Harry texted occasionally, but it was infrequent at best. He was a busy person, she knew that. She knew who he was. And she didn’t want her mind to have enough time to feel sorry for herself. For her to think that she was just somebody to pass the time with while at work, because if she stopped doing things that’s where her mind would wander. Why did her mind spiral like it did? She had no idea, she’d always been like that.

His absence, their separation, made her question if her own feelings were even true. She wondered if when she saw him he would act as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t said their relationship was passionate and she had kissed him until she couldn’t breath.

Too much time alone, she needed some fresh air. On January 2nd, after an uneventful night at home and a lackluster countdown washed down with cheap champagne, she decided to go and walk around near her place. There was a coffee shop that wasn’t extremely expensive that she also liked that she figured she would get coffee from. After a brisk walk, she walked through the store's doors and ordered an iced green tea. As she waited, she watched the other customers around her, wishing to see a friendly face, someone she knew. And seconds later, she was met with half of that wish. Someone she knew, not necessarily a friendly face.

“Autumn.” She states with a grimace when someone taps her on the shoulder and she spins around.

“Y/N? It is you!” Autumn, one of the PA’s from Don’t Worry Darling who was especially in Harry’s business, exclaims overly happy as per usual.

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek and gives a tight lipped smile, trying her best to be cordial.

“How’s your holiday been!” Autumn asks.

“Great. You?”

“So great!” She’s quick to lean closer and say in a hushed tone, “But I miss working on set, especially getting to see that Harry everyday. He’s just so gorgeous.”

A breath gets stuck in Y/N’s chest at the mention of Harry’s name. Her brows can’t help but raise a bit at Autumn’s comment. Even lowering her voice didn’t make it feel alright to talk about Harry like this. He was her friend after all.

“Sure.” Y/N nods abruptly, realizing Autumn wants some recognition of what she’s just said. Y/N’s eyes glance around the room, hoping for an out like her drink is ready or something - no such luck.

“I mean,” Autumn keeps talking, of course, “You’re so lucky. You get to see him shirtless, like what? Everyday practically? Don’t tell me you don’t miss that just a little bit!”

“I miss working,” Y/N says, avoiding what Autumn is trying to get her to say. “And Harry’s my friend, could you maybe not talk about him like that with me?”

Autumn’s eyes widened in shock, her lips parted dumbfounded by her co-worker's response. Y/N’s name is called for her drink and she’s thankful for the serendipitous nature of that sound getting her out of the awkward situation she had just been in.

When she gets back to her apartment, she surprisingly has a text from Harry himself. She’s always telling everyone; speak of the devil and he will appear, in one way or another. It’s a Happy New Year well wish followed by a separate text asking how she was.

It was sent a minute ago so she decides to try and give him a call. She preferred talking on the phone over texting.

It rings a few times and then, again surprisingly, he picks up.  

“‘Lo?” His voice is nice and deep and sounding extra British after his weeks surrounded by family and such.

“Harry,” she sighs contentedly.

“Happy to hear your voice,” he says her name and she can tell he’s smiling just like she is, from ear to ear.

She bites at her lip, hearing him say her name.

“I’m well, thanks,” she says after a moment of happy silence.

“What?” Harry laughs, confused.

“You texted asking me how I was and I called to respond.”

“Got it,” Harry chuckles, and she hears him shuffling around, likely sitting down on something.

“How are you?” She continues.

“Good, starting to wind down for the day,” he lists off the things he’s been doing over the past few days. Some of it work related, some of it family activities. All of it fun, he insists. “What did you do today?” He finishes, knowing she was an avid activity doer based off of the snaps she had sent him over the past few weeks.

“Tidied my place, went to the coffee shop and got iced tea…” she tries to think and then she gasps, “Oh! And I saw Autumn, one of the Don’t Worry Darling PA’s -”

“The one who’s obsessed with me?”

“Exactly!” She laughs, “And I may have kind of told her off… accidentally.”

“Accidentally told her off?” Harry repeats, incredulous. “How’d you do that?”

“Well,” she doesn’t want to tell him the rest, but there’s also a tiny part of her that really does, “She was gushing about you, which, ew. And then she asked if I missed seeing you shirtless everyday.”

“Well do you miss seeing me shirtless?” Harry smirks.

“Oh shut up!” She’s quick to reply.

“So you do?”

“If I really wanted to see you shirtless, all I’d have to do is type in “Harry Styles sh” and it would come up,” she rolls her eyes even though she knows he can’t see them. “Wouldn’t even need the whole word. Guaranteed.”

“Uh-huh?” Harry questions still, “If you want me to send you shirtless pictures that the rest of the world hasn’t seen, Y/N, all you have to do is ask.”

“I do not want you to send me shirtless pictures of yourself!” She exclaims. She feels like jumping out of a window right now. This conversation had escalated so quickly and she felt herself flushing, maybe even perspiring a little bit. And she also knew that she also would probably like it if he sent her shirtless pictures, which made this whole thing worse.

“Offer stands,” he says, smug as he normally was, happy he got to banter with her again. It had been dull without her, if he was honest with himself. “If you ever find yourself in need, just send a cheeky text and I’ll whip one out for you, no matter where I am or what I’m doing.”

“See this sounds like you’re saying something sincere, but really you’re just telling me you’ll send me nudes at any time.”

“No one said anything about nudes!”

“Shirtless, nude, sounds like you’re getting too caught up in the details, hon.”

“No!” He protests, “You’re the one who’s supposed to be flustered right now, not me!”

“Aww, you’re flustered,” She coos.

Harry groans. “Whatever. I’ll be back on the 8th, be ready to go out on the 9th. I’m taking you on a proper date.”

“How do you know I’m going to say yes?” She bite her lip again, she’s really sweating now. She couldn’t believe he had just asked her out on a date out of nowhere. Out of them just joking about nudes. Maybe she didn’t know Harry as well as she thought.

“Because you called me,” he says confidently.

“I call everyone.”

“But I don’t offer shirtless pictures to everyone.”

“That has nothing to do with me saying yes to this date.”

“Or does it?”

She laughs at his words, at how his voice still manages to convey every facial expression and quirk of his lips. She knows there’s a smile on his lips as he stares in the distance, imagining her face just as she is his.

“Yes.” She smiles.

“Yes!” He repeats happily.

She hears him stand up and spin around possibly and she chuckles slightly, amused at the silly man across the world who had seemed to have stolen her heart.

“See you soon, Harry.”

“Not soon enough.”

-

On the Saturday of their date, Harry insists on picking her up. He meets her at her door and winks at her after pulling away from their short hug. He laces his hand in hers and she follows behind him as he all but drags her to his car that is downstairs. He seems giddy. His hair has grown out in the month he’s been gone and she knows they’ll cut it when filming resumes. He’s wearing Gucci flared blue jeans - she knows from the big logo on the bottom left pant leg - a ‘Waiting for Sunset’ graphic tee beneath a black cardigan with little animals and items knitted in it. And of course, his dirty ass vans. She had hoped that maybe Christmas would bring him a fresh pair from someone, but it seemed there was no such luck.

Either way, he looked good and upon scanning his outfit, she was pleased that she had dressed correctly for the occasion, knowing one of the sins of Los Angeles was being improperly dressed wherever you might go. Harry had said casual, but casual can always mean so many different things. She got it right with light wash high-waisted levi’s, a brown cream rib-knit long sleeve that buttoned like it could be a cardigan, and some fun chunky boots that added some height to her normal stature. She had contemplated between this and possibly twenty other tops and a few other bottoms. Landing on this felt right, plus it didn’t clash with Harry, the color of her shoes actually matched the color of the snake on the cardigan.

They both compliment each other on the way out to his car and she giggles when he stops and twirls her around. He says he didn’t get a “proper look” before for him to compliment her adequately. After the twirl, he nods and starts them off again, complimenting the specific pieces of her clothes and says she looks beautiful again. His giddiness was contagious.

“No Range tonight,” she muses when Harry stops them in front of a Mercedes-Benz cream convertible, top up.

“Not working,” he replies, unlocking the car with the key into the passenger’s side door handle.

She smiles and slides into the car and watches him jog around to his side and unlock it as well.

“Tonight is going to be fantastic,” he says, leaning over the console and kissing her cheek, just beside her lips.

And when he pulls away with that smug smile of his, she knows he kissed her there on purpose. But the little tease only makes her smile more. He was good at this. And he was right.

The night was fantastic. As was every night after. And she learned that Harry was so much more than anything she ever thought. She counted herself lucky to be loved by a man like him.

[shadowturtlesstuff]

You belong with me

so i decided to post wadsworth first. modern au cressworth- you belong with me taylor swift

Thomas throws his phone down on the bed with frustration swirling around him as he paces. I set down my pen and wait till he turns and spots me. We often find ourselves talking via paper throughout the nights, from questions about our day to helping each other study. It is also often we watch each other be angry at something, yet I've not seen him this bad before. Finally Thomas turns and catches my eye. He stands there for a second before smiling and I quickly move around my various workbooks till I find my notebook I use to talk to him. I take my sharpie and write: ‘Are you okay?’

I watch him shake his head ever so slightly, seemingly baffled at it, but he walks to his window and opens it. The wind brushes his deep brown hair and I can't help but want to reach out and run my hand through it. I curse myself for it as he motions for me to open my window. Moving my books and pens off of me and cursing at my stiff leg as I go and open the window. Somehow I manage to hit my arm in the process and I curse, which makes Thomas laugh slightly so I forgive my body for hurting me. 

“You have a wicked mouth Wadsworth. Did you not learn cursing is unlady-like?” he teases and I relax slightly because of it.

“Fuck you,” I scowl at his smirk and the frigid wind. His eyes light up at my temper. We live across from one another, if we were to reach out we could hold hands. Which we have done. When I got rejected from the specific school I was desperate to go to, Thomas had managed to climb into my room and hold me as I cried. He's only ever needed to climb over twice to cheer me up, the other times have been to study or watch some romance programme he thought was good. I hoped wherever was troubling was something that wouldn't resort to me having to climb over. As much as I would want to, my brain may have a hard time letting me attempt it. 

“I assume dear Wadworth, you want to ask what has made me so irate?” he asks, eyes focused on behind me and fingers tapping his window sill as he sits. I watch as his cat, ridiculously named Sir Isaac Mewton, jumps off his bed and onto his seat next to him. He grabs the cat and kisses the top of his head before holding him in his lap.

“Perhaps,” I say, moving so I rest my head on the wall, “perhaps I merely wanted to ask if Sir Issac was okay.” his eyes shift to mine and despite him still being angry they soften at my attempt at humour. I am not as good as Thomas at using humour to help someone, but he always does it for me. 

“Really? You always refer to him as a little pest, whereas as with me, I am your dearest person, of course you want to know how I am feeling. My son is good though, very energetic today.” he smiles down at his cat. I remember the day he brought him home, he made me go over to his house and we spent all night playing with him. Thomas did, I ended up studying and making notes for the both of us while he gave Sir Isaac a ‘grand tour’ of his new home. The smile vanishes off Thomas's face and once again his gaze goes past me. “I assume you saw the call, well that was William. Yes, awful. Apparently though, there is a rumour that I'm with Miss Whitehall. I don't even remember her first name, but he was convinced of our relation despite my protests. Madness.” I watch him scoff, anger once again taking over his features. His cat nuzzles into him and Thomas leans into his cat. If I wasn't also mad now I'd smile at the sight. 

“Is this the same William that had convinced everyone I was dating him?” 

“Yes.”

“Bitch. Why on earth is he such a problem? Where on earth does he even make this assumptions about us?'' I find myself standing and pacing, trying to quell my own rising anger. A year ago, William had been my lab partner for a few weeks, he was friendly, but people had got it in their head that we were somehow together, and he went with it. Gossiped about me, even Thomas, and then was somehow enraged I dared to stop those rumours and be angry at him. I'd come home one day when it was particularly too much, when my father had found out and lectured me about it, as though I was in the wrong for standing up for myself. He'd cancel my lesson with my uncle out of spite, and I stormed upstairs. Thomas had been at the window, as if he was expecting me. One look at his face made me cry. I managed to open my window and he'd once again climbed in and held me as I cried. Then he made us watch this awful romance film together and held me still as I fell asleep on him. 

“I have never once,” Thomas says, dragging me back from those awful memories, “shown interest in her, nor will I ever.” He drags a hand through his hair. “She's just- a lot.”

I huff a sigh. She is awful. Had been awful to Liza and I for years. With her short skirts, high heels and the most rotten attitude I have ever witnessed. It wasn't often that I'd hate someone like that, someone so different from me in nearly every way, but she has tried to make me feel that I don't belong because of my interest in science and not the traditional girl interests.. “That is the understatement of the year Cresswell. Beside, you wouldn't work, she's too- your,” I have no idea how to explain how excellent Thomas is, how wonderful his mind is and how kind he is. It's not a side he shows to most, yet if he was ever with someone like Whitehall, it would be disastrous. I take my seat again and find him looking at me, suppressing a smirk and raising an eyebrow at me. “What?” I ask. I shrink under his gaze, pulling my hoodie over my legs as I curl in on myself. 

“I’m what? I'd be delighted to know your innermost thoughts of me, Wadsworth.”

“Your absurd but fine I'll elaborate,” I roll my eyes as he shifts so he is fully facing me, eyes completely focused, no sign of the anger he had only moments ago, “your too kind, too witty and clever and Whitehall wouldn’t appreciate you enough. You-” don’t belong with her.

Ever since he mentioned the idea of being with someone else, real or not, I have tried to ignore how much it pained me that he would be with someone else. I never expected to want to be with him, yet lately the premise of dating him has seemed very pleasing to me.

“You forgot to mention how handsome I look, or how charming I am, but I'll take it,” his voice is deeper than normal and his gaze travels over me even though his eyes are on my own. Thomas pats Sir Issac and his cat jumps off behind him with a whine. His hand reaches out for mine and I lean forward, wind making my loose strands of hair fly across my face. His hands are warm as I take them but his smile warms me more. It is small but genuine and filled with the normal Cresswell charm mixed with something I can't quite name. 

“I don’t need to inflate your ego further Thomas.” 

“I know but it would've been nice. I did say the inner most thoughts but we’ll get there. Audrey rose-” he looks down contemplating his words before he once again locks his gaze on mine, his dark brown eyes bright, “I dont belong with her, your right, my heart would never belong to her especially since it already belongs to someone else.” 

I blink at the honesty. I want to scream that you belong with me; but if Thomas is in love with someone else then I suppose I will have to find a way to deal with it. I try to keep the hurt of my face even as he smiles at me. 

“I-” Thomas lets go of my hand and stands. There's a silence between us until he motions for me to move. The idiot is going to climb into my house so he can tell me about his new found love. Like the fool I am, I'm going to let him talk about this girl who makes him look this happy. Even though it hurts that it's not me who is making him look like that. Even though I'm the one who makes him laugh when he is angry or upset. Even though I'm the one who knows his favourite songs, the books beside his bed and all his hopes and dreams.

He climbs over and sets himself on the window sill, giving me room to sit across from him. I do, even as I try to ignore the weight pressing down on my chest. “I hope you are happy with whomever has your heart Cresswell.” I say and mean it. I once again curl into myself, hoodie covering my legs as i watch him continue to smile at me, 

“Of course I'll be happy. She's amazing. Let me tell you all about her. I met her many years back and was instantly smitten with her emerald eyes and her quick witted mind. How she sings to herself every morning and how her dark curls fall across her face whenever she sits on her bed and reads. I adore her curiosity for the dead and how wicked her mouth is and how delightful it is to watch your mind at work. I love when she shows me a note through the window to see if I'm doing okay and-”

“Wait,” I blurt out, my mind catching up, “Thomas, are you talking about me?”

“Yes, finally! I thought I'd have to keep speaking forever till you realized it was you.” He starts laughing at my gaping mouth until I collect myself enough to scowl at him slightly for laughing. Thomas reaches out for my hand, moving closer to me until my back is pressed against the wall, my hoodie no longer over my legs as he rests his other hand on my leg, warmth seeping through me. “Wadsworth, darling, I have been in love with you for some time now.” 

Silence washes over us as we stare, trying to convince ourselves this is really happening. “I have something to show you.” My voice is barely about a whisper and I slide out of his grasp even though I don't want to. I walk to my bed where all my notebooks were left open and my notebooks sits. I open it out and let a piece of paper fall out. Facing Thomas I open the sheet slowly, watch him read the words. His eyes lit up at them.

I love you.

I take my place beside him again, his hands finding their way in mine once again. “I wrote that the night after you came here the second time. Something in me clicked that no matter what you'd find a way to comfort me. Not save me, but work alongside me. I wanted to tell you I just couldn't face it. But I needed to acknowledge it. So I wrote it down, and I look at it every time we use the note system; I try to convince myself to show you.” Thomas just stares at me, eyes flicking down to my lips every now and then. His hands are making circles on my leg, not entirely intentional. Thomas has always shown if he is excited or nervous by either tapping or making shapes on surfaces. The world slows completely as he leans in and presses his lips against mine. He pulls back ever so slightly, resting his head against mine and we are both smiling wildly at each other, pressing kisses until he leans further away. Thomas goes back to his side of the wall, which may as well be across the other side of the world, then he pulls me to him and I twist so that my back is against his. He holds me as we both look out the window, enjoying the freeing feeling of telling each other how we feel. 

“Now would be a perfect time to tell me how handsome I am, my love.” 

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[i-did]

what would make renee angry in your opinion?

I had a really hard time answering this one actually. I thought about it for a while and asked a lot of my friends to see if they had any ideas, and here's what I came up with:

1) A professor or TA who is super shitty to her

Just a really shitty teacher.

as she goes through college, she’s bound to run into some assholes, and I don’t think Renee has perfect grades in the past or present. her not knowing academic terminology and feeling out of place in the college setting would make a lot of sense for a lot of the foxes, and Renee is good on putting on a smile, but she still eventually gets that one professor or TA that scoffs at her questions and “doesn’t have time for the likes of her” and the constant complete dismissal digs painfully under her skin and brings out her anger.

2) People who are intensely rude to her despite her best efforts to be as kind as she can be

Renee is patient, but we all have our limit. similar to the one above, but Renee dealing with someone who is just rude all the time and she struggles to keep reminding herself “we all have bad days, I don’t know what they’re going though.” Renee working in a coffee shop and a woman bumping into Renee and spilling her coffee on herself, only to yell at Renee for an hour, ignoring all of Renee’s pleasant customer service smiles. said customer later on becoming a regular and repeating this behavior, cutting off people in parking lots and flipping them off, Renee being kind and trying to give her a free scone only for the woman to tell her she hates scones, Renee offering something else only for the woman to tell her to shut up. that shit wears you down, and Renee still dumping her kindness onto someone every time only for it to backfire or be dismissed would make her have to take a few deep breaths in the back room before deciding, fuck it, she's cut off from active kindness, now only passible neutrality and not being aggressive is enough. 

3) someone who refuses her help

her knowing she could really make a difference, but some people just don’t want help, and she feels helpless and angry. she's not angry at the person, but the situation of them not being ready to accept help or even able to accept help makes her so frustrated she would start to grind her teeth in her sleep. She understands how it is, how hard it can be to take the first step to change or giving up pride or whatever the hurtle may be, but that doesn’t make it any easier than her thinking in her head “just let me fucking help you!!! or anyone!!! just let anyone in to help you!!!! fuck!!!” inside her head. she knows not everyone needs help or saving, but some people do, and when they shove her back, unwilling and not ready for it over and over while she’s trying to save them, she gets frustrated that she can’t.... do anything. and just has to wait. but Renee can be patient, and she’s willing to wait. 

4) Someone actively trying to wear her down and get under her skin

okay so this isn’t something that happens often, the closest Renee has really come to it is with Andrew when he first was scoping her out. but– if someone was actively trying to aggravate her, laughing at everything she said and making fun of her, pulling at her looser strings and picking at her ticks, watching to see what brought out her reaction, they could eventually do it and get under her skin. i think she wouldn’t let herself blow up at them since thats what they want, but she would silently excuse herself from the situation to take a breather. no one really does this with her, and Andrew only does this to size her up and even still his interrogation isn’t the type of harassment i’m imagining. i mean like old school bullying, not locker shoving, but the middle school girl shit that leaves emotional scars. and them being older, they’re less afraid to show it and be more straight forward mean. people don’t really do this to her tho, its too much effort to get a reaction, and when they do, its never what they would have wanted, like crying, but instead is her smile falling and then finding a way to make them feel like shit. Renee is kind, but she also knows how to play on a similar level as them, not just with fists. i HC Renee as plus size, and fuck it is hard to be different in anyway as a kid. but childhood bullying was the least of her worries and these people dont see how deep her personal self assurance has grown and how she has learned to stand with her head held high and her face serine. her and dan are quite similar in this, but dan is much more active and direct while Renee is passive in her letting it glide over her, dan has even gotten annoyed on Renee’s behalf and then annoyed that Renee was not affected and why she didn’t fight more directly back. 

5) People who are overtly cruel and she struggles to sympathize with

okay so, you ever see someone so mean and rude for zero reason to someone else and you’re just like... what the fuck??? Renee doesn’t let others get to her really, but damn.... someone going after someone else in ways that are just so uncalled for and so harshly.... it gets to her. She once watched an episode of catfish where the catfisher laughed at the girl, uncaring that he crossed so many emotional lines and manipulated people without really any care. and she wanted to throw the remote and punch the tv right where the guys face was on the paused screen. nothing like someone just, kicking someone else while their down with no mercy, or making fun of someone behind their back and them not knowing, making fun of the deaf kids voice behind his back and he doesn’t see them doing it, and she’s like, man, Fuck. You. in her head. I don’t think she was like, always a nice person, in fact, i think Renee used to very much so not be the type to sit with the alone kid at lunch but instead ignore him and think “yea he’s weird, kinda ugly” without thinking much of it. But then she decided to change, and she took everything she thought it meant to be a good person, and became that. she started sitting with the alone kid, she started doing charities, she started to smile instead of punch, and she started going to church. and so when she sees cruelness she was once passive in the face of, maybe even active in, she uses kindness. Renee is she good at using taking the high road in such a graceful way it makes others feel bad. like when she tells Nicky calmly “thats not very nice” after he jokes about Seth dying in a car crash on his way from the airport book 1, and Nicky feels like shit. it feels like shit to get called out sometimes, and while its not her goal, she does know it is an effect of it. (i don’t think she’s mad at Nicky in that scene, but she did say something since she is there to protect hers and she redraws that line in that moment, especially without Allison or Seth there yet to say fuck you themselves.)

6) Injustice and systems of oppression

for these i feel she gets more frustrated, overwhelmed, and sometimes resigned. she knows how dark and shitty the world is, but she stays up at night with her hand on her heart as she breathes deep, thinking about how... utterly fucked everything is. its pretty easy for me to HC that Renee is politically far left and has seen the dark side to lack of resources and systemic issues that are just... so overwhelming she doesn’t even know what she does as just one person. world pollution, corruption, class divide, flint water crisis, the homeless crisis, the prison system, functioning segregation in school systems, just... it all. she’s had nights after volunteering where she thinks “i did something, i did.” and she has days where she realizes “...i’m doing nothing, in the end... its all for nothing, there’s just too much.” just a bad day where she sits there, thinking about how much is wrong and wont be fixed and how ‘doomed’ things are, how broken, and she doesn’t feel at a loss, but rather this deep anger that comes from who she was before. 

7) herself. 

Her being unable to live up to her own standards. she still thinks mean things, she has mean and cruel urges, and when she has them, she remembers that she’s still a bad person trying very hard to be a good one, and she thinks she’s still a bad person at her core. she’s not self loathing with it, but she does think to herself “i’m a hypocrite.” and sits with that thought for a minute. sparring with Andrew has helped her, to balance the two sides of her in a way that feels both self indulgent and honest to her path forward. but sometimes while sitting in that church pew, she thinks of her dead mother, her dead step father, those she turned in without batting an eye, stabbing in the back to save herself, and she thinks “i should feel something.” but she doesn’t, she wasn’t sorry then and she’s not sorry now. and she thinks, “the others call Andrew a monster, and they don’t realize that i’m one too.” and she tries to muster up something deep inside her, but she cant. and it can frustrate her, how after all these actions, all those hours of beach clean up and homeless shelters and building houses in some other country and going around clapping her hands to the songs, but she’s still the person she is deep down. and it gets to her. i think her having a conversation with Neil one day, on what it means to be a real person, is she pretending who she is? is she her thoughts or her actions? which is the real her? and Neil saying, it’s all of it. every facet of the self is still the self, he is Nathaniel and Neil and Abram and every other person he has been and will be. we change but we are also always ourselves, and her actions are just as true as her thoughts. 

[taliaquinn]

Why Me!? Chapter 19

Authors Note:                                                                                            Hiya peeps and geeks, I finally published chapter 19. I hope you Peeps like it. Dont forget to reblog, comment and like!! (They make me happy)

“Think about it, why would she want to talk to you,” Chloe mumbled struggling to shake off the sleepiness “Right now she only sees you as the boy who refused to stand up for her, Against the girl that threatened her in the bathroom”. 

Adrien was silent at the other end of the phone. “She told you about Lila threatening her in the bathroom?” Nonono. That was the worst thing that could happen. Now rumors are going to spread.

Chloe could only scoff in response. She knew exactly what Adrien was worrying about.

“Pfft uh yeah, Mari told us everything, gotta say Adrien I wasn't that surprised when she told us, Kagami on the other hand….”

“SHE TOLD KAGAMI!?!?!?” Adrien shouted upset. Upset at Marinette for telling everyone, even Kagami. He’s noticed that Kagamis been blowing him off and sometimes even downright refusing to talk to him at social events they both attend. 

Marinette told Kagami and Chloe everything about Lila, Adrien, and Alya when she called them a week ago. Chloe's heart broke at hearing the girl sob. Kagami was enraged, in fact, that was what spurred her into starting to plot revenge. Karma would wreak havoc on everyone who dared hurt the bluenette

“Yes Adrien Kagami Knows and before you go off and get all flustered, No we haven't spread rumors or told anyone. At Marinette's insistence." She spat. Adrien didn't deserve to be protected. But poor Marinette still refused to take any drastic actions.

“Thank you, Chloe” The Model still had the nerve to thank her and ignore Marinette's kind act. She's had enough. Sitting up straighter in bed Chloe opened her laptop and started typing an email to Marinette.

“You know who else she’s been helping Adrikins?” she said in a honey-laced voice, sickeningly sweet. 

This familiar voice caused a sense of growing dread in Adrien's stomach. He wasn't talking to P. M Chloe aka “Post Marinette” Chloe anymore, he was talking to the old Chloe Bourgeois, and Plagg help him if he somehow pissed her off. Swallowing down the sense of dread he asked.

“Who?”

“Nino, you remember him right? The guy you claimed was your best friend? But then again you turned your back on him, that seems to be a trend with you these days”

Nino. Of course, he remembered about Nino. Nino called him tearfully seeking comfort from his best friend after his breakup with Alya. Adrien could only weakly offer some comfort. HEY! He was dealing with his own stuff. Ladybug stole Plagg from him. He wasn’t Chat Noir anymore. Also, he didn't want to get dragged into the conflict. Plus he thought that Nino was overreacting. Alya deserved a second chance. Right?

“W-we’re still best friends” he stuttered out. Nino has Marinette's number!? That's great he can get her number from him!!!!

“Hmmph yeah sure whatever helps you sleep at night.” Chloe had the right to speak her mind. She was tired and grumpy. A deadly combination. If she had eye bags in the morning because of him she was going to block the boy,

 “I'm beginning to think that you’re new bestie is Lila” she mentioned

“That's ridiculous, we're just friends”

Chloe scoffed. “Your standards for friends are ridiculously low. But whatever apparently sleazy Liars are your type”

Adrien was starting to get upset at all these sly remarks he was getting from Chloe. He called her for comfort. Who did she think she was? If he wanted sly comments he would have called Marinette, but he still didn't have her number. Wait a minute. She's been talking to Nino!!! He could just call Nino and get her Number from him!!! He didn't need Chloe! 

“Fine Chloe, you know what? turns out I don’t even need your help anymore,” He said smug, happy to have the upper hand. To be honest he half expected Chloe to beg him to not hang up on her.

“Why even bother calling me then?” that....was not the response he was expecting. Fine, it was probably all an act.

“I needed Marinette's number but then I realized that my bro Nino probably has it, so yeah I don’t need your help”

“But he b-” Ha now she was going to beg him not to hang upon him. Well, he wasn't going to give her the chance. 

“Goodbye Chloe” 

Hanging up he quickly tried to call Nino. After only receiving a dial tone, he shot him a few texts, expecting Nino to respond quickly. He always has.

After receiving none Adrien couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed. Nino probably forgot to charge his phone due to him still being sad over the breakup. This is why Adrien needs to convince Nino to get back together with Alya. He was a mess without her! His phone suddenly binged. Quickly checking, he was disappointed to see it was Chloe. Probably to try and get back on his good side. Ha.

Queen Bee: Nino told me to tell you that he is uh not in “The mood to deal with you and your b.s” tonight.

What!? No Chloe was obviously lying in some weird attempt at getting Payback. Adrien NEEDED to talk to Nino right now because Adrien was going to the states for some gala for the weekend! 

Adrikins: Chloe stop fooling around

Queen Bee: Trust me I'm not kidding around, I'm here trying to get some sleep and instead I'm serving as Nino's secretary apparently

Queen Bee: Leave him alone, if you had listened to me earlier you would have realized that Nino added your number to a nice Lil ol place known as the ~block list~

Adrikins: CHLOE YOU HAVE TO TALK TO HIM PLEASE DON'T LET HIM DO IT.

Queen Bee: hmmm let me think about it

At that Adrien let out a sigh of Relief, Chloe will talk some sense into Nino and everything will be back to normal between him and Nino. Even Marinette once he got her number from Nino!!

Queen Bee: I thought about it

Hope bloomed in Adrien's Chest, everything is finally going to be back to normal again!!

Queen Bee: N o

Queen Bee: You’re getting muted for the rest of the night, consider that payback for waking me up so early, I have a trip this weekend. I need all my beauty sleep, you should consider learning about it

Wait a minute if she is going where Adrien thinks she is then there's hope for him after all!!!

Queen Bee: Toodles~

Adrikins: Wait a minute where are you going this weekend

Queen Bee: None of your business

Wayne Manor                                                                                        Gotham, USA                                                                                                8:00 a.m

“Marinette, I’m just happy you managed to leave that toxic situation before it got worse,” Dick said as he engulfed Marinette in a hug, although not as strong since his ribs were still in pain. Dick slightly grimaced in anticipation of the humongous lecture he was going to get from Bruce later.

“Trust him, Mari, here in Gotham I always see..” Jason trailed off at Dicks pointed look “I mean WE always see....uh in the news how those situations escalate quickly," Yowch talk about a blunder. He still needed to get used to having a sibling who wasnt involved in the nightly adventures. "only not everyone is lucky enough to have Batman swoop in and save the day” Jason quickly added. He threw a prayer of thanks that his adorable baby sister was now safe in Gotham, well as safe as Gotham gets anyways.

Dick racked his brain looking for something to cheer up his little sister in his arms. For once his big brother instincts were being slightly overwhelmed. All of his siblings have gone through awful stuff. This isn't the first, and he doubts it's going to be the last time that he's been there to comfort one of his siblings, or friends for god's sake.  

“Wait!!! Dick, doesn't Bruce have that trip in a few days?” Jason piped up.

Oh, Crap. Dick almost forgot about that. Oh god, he couldn’t possibly subject Mari to that disaster….on the other hand it WOULD be a good distraction for her. Hmmm. 

“Fine, Mari, pack your bags, You’re not even going to school yet so you won't miss anything,” Dick announced.

“Pack my bags?” Marinette couldn't help but get a bad feeling at the sight of Dicks smirk.

“Yeah no, you’re right. Don't pack your bags make your dad pay for new clothes.” Jason teased. It's what he always did. Billionaire Brucie wouldn't even gawk at the price of a new pair of jeans. Heck, He was paying for his New Truck!!! 

“Wait where are we even going?” She asked slightly disturbed at the sight of Dicks growing grin.

“New York City”

Authors Message:                                                                                        I hope you guys enjoyed todays chaoter. Next chapter some new characters are going to enter the fray. Can you take a guess as to who they may be ;)                                                                                           Also Happy Belated Birthday to Our Beloved Timothy Jackson Drake  Fun fact I was listening to Hamilton was writing this chapter and its given me the idea to possibly create a Hamilton AU involving the Batfam and slight Adrinette, What do you guys think?

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[wreckofawriter]

Different

Pairing: Teddy Lupin x reader

Word Count: 2,652

Warnings: None.

Request: omg could u pls write me something like a teddy lupin x reader

A/n: Okkk so I dont exscatly love this story but whatever I hope you guys enjoy!

You were different. That was no secret, since the moment you walked on to Platform 9 ¾ everyone had known you were different. No one knew how they knew, they just knew. 

When you walked onto that train surrounded by terrified first years without a fear in the world, Edward Lupin fell in love with you. Of course at 11 years old he had no clue what love was, he just knew you were unique, and he liked it.

Teddy had looked for 20 minutes to find your cabin, and when he did, you merely glanced at him and asked, "What do you want?" 

When he replied explaining how he wanted to sit there you simply shrug your shoulders as he took a seat. 

The next time he and everyone else in that hall realized you were different is when they called you up to be sorted.

McGonagall yelled, "Y/n y/l/n!" And you had skipped up to the hat a sly smirk plastered on your face. You plopped yourself into the seat, still smirking and waited. 

The hat took it's time, 3 and a half minutes to be exact, to put you in a house. Your smirk grew fainter and fainter with every passing second. 

When the hat belted, "Hufflepuff!" And a chorus of cheers erupted from the black and yellow table, Teddy was terrified. The look on your face was that of pure hatred, loathing and fury. Teddy feared for his life. 

You stood up thrust the hat into McGonagall's hand and stomped to the recently cheerful and now confused table. You plop yourself down as far away from anyone as you could. 

Teddy was called up soon afterward and nervously ascended to the hat. He sat down with a bit of a smile and waited. It took a few seconds of muttering before shouting, "Hufflepuff!" 

Teddy was elated as the table erupted with cheers. When he neared the group he changed his hair to bright yellow with black stripes and the cheers grew louder. He smiled wide until his eyes landed on you. 

Your head was down, your y/h/c hair sprawled across the table. You were definitely not cheering with joy. 

Teddy had once again swallowed his fear and sat across from you. The motion caused you to look up meet his hazel eyes. 

You raised both your eyebrows and pressed your lips into a thin line. Teddy broke into a toothy smile, "I'm Teddy." He stuck out his hand.

You rolled your eyes and let your head fall back into the table. Teddy frowned and dropped his hand. He had never been more intrigued by someone in his life, what was your deal?

Now as Teddy watched you entered the potions classroom, your eyes grew brighter and the touch of a smile grazed your lips. He wished to see that smile more often, it made his heart flutter and his knees go weak. 

"Alright." Slughorn said pulling Teddy out of his daze, "Today we are studying the Draught of Living Dead potion." 

"Great, kill me so I can get out of this lesson." Teddy snickered.

"Contrary to popular belief Mr. Lupin," Slughorn glared at the boy, "The Draught of Living Dead potion does not kill you. Does anyone know what it does?"

Many hands shot in the air and Teddy looked down, embarrassed. 

"Ms. Y/l/n?"

"When someone drinks the Draught of Living Death potion, they go into a deep sleep so strong that they appear to be dead," she paused for a moment before adding "hence the name, living dead." 

Teddy scoffed, attempting to ignore the color creeping onto his face. "Wouldn't that still get me out of this lesson?"

"I suppose." Slughorn drawled. "Anyway, we are going to make some today, flip to page 245 to see the recipe and get started."

Teddy began to gather ingredients as his desk mate, Ash Winpicker, found a cauldron. 

As the two went on they had to restart the potion 3 times, not because they didn't know how to do it -in fact both boys were quite bright- but because Teddy preferred his performance as the class clown than doing work and Ash was welcome to help. 

Finally when Teddy turned his head into an Asian Dragon to "collect hair for the potion" Slughorn had had enough.

"Mr. Lupin! You are disrupting the whole class." Slughorn seethed.

"Just doing my job sir." Teddy saluted him throwing the professor a wink.

"Mr. Lupin, please switch spots with Ms. Hetler."

Teddy groaned snatching his stuff turning around to see Monica Helter taking his spot. He walked towards the front and nearly choked on his saliva when he saw his new seat.

There you were, you y/e/c glaring him down. 

"Hey y/n." He choked out.

"Lupin." You growled, lips pursed. 

Teddy sat down mentally cursing himself.

After a few seconds of silence Teddy cleared his throat. 

"Don't we have to, you know, make the potion?" Teddy asked gesturing to the cauldron.

You let out a snort, "Well you see, when you actually do work, you tend to finish the potion." 

His eyes went wide, "You're already done?" 

"Yep." You said making the 'p' pop on your lips. 

"H-how?" The young boy stuttered out.

"Well, you see it's called working," you smiled sarcastically, "you should try it some time." 

Teddy blushed, his hair flashing crimson before returning to the sapphire blue he had adopted over the past few years.

He glanced at the potion to notice the continents looked exactly as described in the book; it was a light lilac color and the consistency of water.

Teddy let his eyes fall back onto you. You had your head bowed over, your y/h/l y/h/c hanging in your face as your y/e/c eyes were glued to the glowing screen held in your hands.

Smirking, Teddy leaned over and tapped you on the shoulder, "Hey Y/n." 

"What." You snapped lifting your head to greet his hazel eyes.

"I don't think phones are allowed."  The Hufflepuff smiled raising an eyebrow. 

"And I don't think I care." You hissed back.

The boy was about to throw another snide remark when he saw Slughorn out of the corner of his eye. 

Teddy promptly snatched your phone from your hand ignoring your protests.

"Mr. Lupin, do you have a phone out in class?" Slughorn bellowed noticing the small device.

"Ummm yes professor sorry." Teddy said looking up at the teacher apologetically.

"You know that is a violation of school rules," the frustrated professor said snatching the device from his hands, "You can get this back when you see me in detention at then of this week and I will be expecting to see you every night until then." 

"Yes professor." Teddy mumbled.

"Also 15 points from Hufflepuff." 

Every Hufflepuff in the room groaned, well not every. During this whole conversation you sat there wide eyed mouth agape as you watched Teddy Lupin take the fall for you. 

When the conversation ended you stared at the boy so confused and surprised you couldn't get yourself to do anything but stare.

Teddy looked back at you blushing a bit and biting his lip.

Finally you managed to speak, "W-why?" 

"What?" Teddy asked glancing at you again.

You cleared your throat and blinked a few times. "Why did you do that?" 

"Wouldn't want to ruin your Ms. Perfect reputation would we?" Teddy mocked.

"Please no one thinks of me as 'ms. perfect'" You scoffed.

"Slughorn does" he shrugged.

You exhaled loudly and tried to forget about it. He was just, being compulsively nice for some reason. After all he was a true Hufflepuff.

For the next week you attempted to get Edward Lupin out of your head. Unfortunately the stubborn bastard refused to move. He was cemented into your brain like your frontal lobe was branded with an image of him in a hot iron. 

Questions floated in your head. Why save you from punishment and humiliation? What had you ever done except ignore and scoff at the boy to make him take a weeks worth of detention for you? You did your best to ignore such thoughts but they seemed to leak into your head like a cracked boat leaking water; it was a slow process but if not attended to, you would drown. 

You had always found Teddy to be a strange person, I mean besides the whole  metamorphmagus thing. He was always nice and kind, to almost everyone. But here was the real thing that got to you. He was always nice and kind to you. Ever since that day when he shyly walked into your train compartment and the two of you sat in silence the whole ride, the day you got placed in the one house you never thought you would be, and never wanted to be, when the black and yellow haired boy had returned and tried to be your friend once again. 

You had never done anything for him and he seemed to constantly be helping you. He would somehow always be there with candy when you were stressed studying for N.E.W.Ts even though you would just scoff at his jokes he told in attempts to relax you. He was there when you lost your quidditch game and you had felt like crying, you had felt so vulnerable you had smacked the boy in the face with your broom and ran. He was there when you got rejected by Thomas Dunston and when you were dumped by Alex Gelman. He seemed to always be there and you always brushed it off. 

For the longest time you were sure it was simply pity, but now you knew it wasn't so. Because when you looked into the boy's eyes just after he snatched the phone from your hands there was no pity in them. There was this new yet not so new glint of an emotion you couldn't quite place.

Now as you stared down at your plate of food there was Teddy again. Your eyes lifted to meet him. 

"Heres your phone." Teddy winked, leaning over the table to hand you the device.

"Thanks?" You inquired, uncertain about the wink. 

"My numbers in it, you should give me a call some time." He winked again.

You let out a breathy laugh suddenly coming to a realization, "Hold up, are you flirting with me?" 

Teddy burst out laughing, you sat there quite confused. You waited as his laughter turned to giggles and then finally tapered off. Finally he spoke, "Godric, for being so bright you are really stupid." He giggled. 

You blushed hoping he wouldn't notice the slight tinge on your cheeks.

He laughed again, " Merlin y/n, I have been flirting with since I was 11 years old."

"W-what?" 

"Yeah, I've been trying to get your attention for six years. Nice of you to finally notice." Teddy then stood up and began to walk away. 

"Wait!" You yelled standing Teddy stopped just outside of the hall and you ran to meet him. You stopped in front of him. "Why didn't you say something?" 

"I did say something!" Teddy said exasperated. 

"No you didn't!" You fought back.

"Are you kidding?! I complimented you daily. I always tried to sit next to you in classes and during meals, I always study with you even though you ignore me. I make sure that I draw attention to myself in class, just to get you to look my way, when I go to hogsmeade I never leave without acid pops even though I hate the things because I know you love them, I always sit across from you in the library because you make cute little faces at your book and homework!" Teddy bellowed his voice raising with each word. 

"Well I just thought you pitied me!" You howled, anger flowing through you.

"Pitied you?! Y/n I have been in love with you since I saw you step onto that Platform six years ago!" 

Your eyes went from glaring slits to wide with surprise. "Y-you love me?" You choked out.

"Shit." Teddy mumbled burying his face in his hands. His hair was a soft lavender now turning a midnight blue. "Look it's just…" he groaned in frustration, "You have always been different to me, the way you do everything is unique and amazing. You have always been this mystery I have been trying to figure out and..." He sighed, letting his sentence die.

You stood there eyes wide in almost a daze, how could he possibly love you, you were the Hufflepuff mistake, the only mean Hufflepuff, the girl who was put in the wrong house and he was the Hufflepuff prince, the one who belonged, the funniest one, the one who was always destined to be, it wasn't right.

"Look I'm just going to go." 

"Wait Teddy," you grabbed his shoulder then paused looking up at the boy, unsure of what to say. "I act so.. different because, well I was sure of what was going to happen." You took a step closer to his confused state. "I was sure I was going to get on that train ride to Hogwarts where I would get sorted into Slytherin and make some shitty friends who were shitty to other people then I would focus on my grades become a prefect and graduate in the top 10% of my class, just like my parents did and I wouldn't be different at all." You took another step closer, "All of that changed the second that you stepped into my carriage. I suddenly wanted to be your friend and I knew you weren't going to be a shitty one. So I silently hoped to be put in a different house so you wouldn't hate me. Then when I got sorted into one house I knew I could never fit into, everything went to shit, my parents were pissed at me when I just wanted them to be proud and I guess I sort of.. I don't know, blamed it on you." 

Now Teddy was the surprised one. "Oh." 

"Yeah oh." You shrugged. "I am really sorry for blowing you off all those years I just…" you let your voice trailed off when Teddy took another step closer to you. 

"So you don't hate me?" He asked his voice soft.

"Well no, I don't think I've ever really hated you." You whispered heart thumping as you bite your lip looking up at the hazel eyed boy. 

"Good, then I can do this." Teddy smirked.

"Do wh-" you were cut off by his lips. 

Your eyes widened in surprise then closed as you melted quickly into his kiss, moving slowly against his desperate lips. Your heart felt like it was punching out of your chest,  your knees went weak. You wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him impossibly closer as he poked his tongue between your lips. 

When you pulled away panting his hair was a hot pink to match your cheeks. 

"Woah." You whispered, eyes wide, lips swollen. 

Teddy's smile grew on his pink lips as he let out a breathy laugh, "Yeah woah." He giggled. 

You smiled biting your bottom lip missing his own.

"So you'll go to hogsmeade with me this weekend?" The Hufflepuff asked.

"Of course." You answered reaching up and bringing your fingers through his hot pink hair. "See you then."

"Great!" Teddy said smiling wider than he was sure he ever had.

You giggled turning away from the overly enthusiastic boy.

Teddy watched as you retreated from him. The second you were out of view he leapt in the air whooping and pumping his fist, little did he know you were around the corner hand tracing your own lips  as you leaned against the corridor wall smiling just as wide.

[svtmatokis]

Jihoon Office AUP5

And Finally part 5!

Plot: You and Seungcheol have been best friends forever and as a favor, you agree to be temporary assistant of the one Lee 

Words: 3240

Warnings: not really smut but use of smut words...

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

“You called Jihoon? Also, I called Mr. Hiyongs assistant and was told that he was currently on business in the States and won’t be returning for about a month. I’ve set the earliest meeting he has for when he returns.” Hiyong said as she walked into his office. You could feel her stare as she sat down in the chair in front of his desk while you stayed in your leaning position on his side. The air got tense as she watched Jihoon actions with you. His hand was still resting on your hand that was on your leg and by the grip he had on it, he wasn’t going to let go anytime soon. 

“I’d like to introduce you to Y/N. She was your replacement while you were away and will be briefing you on what you’ve missed and what needs to be completed.” Jihoon said completely ignoring the comment about Yoongi and looked at you for you to begin but before you could, Hiyong cut in. 

“I’m sure I can figure it out. I don’t think I really need an explanation to catch up.” Hiyong said dismissively. 

“There’s nothing for you to catch up on” Jihoon stated catching Hiyong off guard, “Y/N finished the work you left behind before you left on top of the work load she had throughout her time here. I’ve asked her to implement new systems that will help me keep track of your progress as well as anything that falls through the cracks. Now if you will Y/N.” 

You didn’t like Hiyong, you could tell that she was someone who was used to getting her way and lacked discipline. Something Jihoons assistant had to have in order to meet his standards. It was a wonder as to why he kept her but you would ask him about it later. Right now, you had someone to set in their place. 

Walking to the other side of Jihoon where his computer sat, you nudged his arm to put in the password which he did so willingly and going as far as to get up and offer you his chair so he could stand behind you to observe. 

“Don’t hesitate to be blunt” he whispered and you turned to look at him. 

“Like pull a you?” you asked with a raised eyebrow and he gave you one of those looks. “Don’t worry Mr. Lee, you have obviously never seen me work” and you heard Hiyong scoff and mutter to herself. 

“Who does this girl think she is?” 

“So I guess we should start with the report preparation” you said opening a file, “As you can see, many things have been refiled and renamed.  When I got here it took me ages to find one precedent and sometimes we don’t have all that time. Jihoon could suddenly get something urgent and will require it right away but with the way it was organized, it took you almost one afternoon to complete the prep right?” You asked and Hiyong looked down before you continued onto a few other things including the email list, filters and the biggest thing labeling. 

All the while Jihoon was impressed with the way you were handling things. You talked to her like a manager and not just someone who had come in to do her job temporarily. He watched how Hiyong only paid half attention to the things you were saying and hoped that she remembered enough to at least be efficient and mess things up. 

“And what was wrong with my way of organizing things?” Hiyong asked, “I liked having everything out in the open so I could see it. It was easier for me to find things and why does it matter on how things are labeled? I’m the only one who sees it anyways.”

“No you aren’t.” You stated bluntly, “you’re forgetting thar Seungcheol is Jihoons boss and a lot of these things go to him for final review. How do you think the inconsistency would reflect on Jihoons leadership? He’s also one of the busiest managers here, naming one thing on this day and differently the next would confuse the heck out of him. He doesn’t have that time to go through things like that Hiyong. As his assistant, you should be working to the standard he expects. Not the standard that you THINK he expects.” You finished and you could hear Jihoon snicker from behind as you went to the last thing which was his schedule.

“I’ve organized Jihoons schedule for the next three weeks accordingly. I’m not sure why you decided to have ten different calendars for different things. It’s called colour coding and obviously Jihoon doesn’t have the time to open ten different calendar just to see what he has for the day.” You explained and thought for a moment and looked up at Jihoon, “honestly thinking about it now, I could just take care of your scheduling for you.. It’s not like I wont know anything you’re up to anyways unless you intentionally want to keep it from me and you aren’t that kind of guy.”

“I’m not” Jihoon confirmed, “but would you be able to handle it on top of the impending workload you’re bound to have?” He asked and you shrugged. 

“You know I like challenges” you responded with a grin and Jihoon nodded while you looked at Hiyong, “it’ll be one less thing you’ll have to deal with on top of your tedious workload”

Jihoon had hold in his chuckle at your last sarcastic comment and looked at Hiyong, “then it’s settled. Y/N will have full control of my schedule from here on out. Y/N, you can remove the schedule from Hiyongs shared network.”

“But how will I know what reports you need for your meetings then? Wouldn’t it be more beneficial for me to have a copy of his schedule as well?” Hiyong asked, she was starting to feel a strong dislike for you. How dare you talk to her like that and why wasn’t Jihoon saying anything to defend her?

“Jihoon has a task list that he updates everyone in a while. As long as you follow that and have it completed by the noted due date, you shouldn’t have an issue.” you explained. “Jihoon will be monitoring it all from the system so he can adjust the work load accordingly. I’m also around if you need help with anything.”

You then looked up at Jihoon as he looked at the computer screen impressed with what you had organized. 

“Then it looks like everythings good to go then.” he said, “You can return to your station now Hiyong and please start on the task list and have them completed by their respective due dates.” and then looked at you with a smile, “And let’s get you settled into your new role.” 

“Can that wait till after lunch Ji?” Seungcheol asked walking into the room, “I need to borrow Y/N for a bit.” 

“You guys just had breakfast together.” Jihoon argued.

“So? I’m your boss and she technically can’t say no to me.” Seungcheol said with a grin. .”Let’s go Y/N”

You looked between Jihoon glares and Seungcheols grin and giggled before grabbing your bag.

“I’ll be back in a bit, Ji!” you then followed Seungcheol out of the room and left Jihoon to sigh in defeat.

He sat himself at his desk and started to look at the new intern list you left him the week before while taking a sip of coffee that you had brought him when you walked in with Seungcheol. 

‘Yep, definitely wifey material.”  he smiled at the thought. It had only been twenty-four hours since your relationship officially began but he eventually admitted to himself that he’d been attracted to you from Day 1 and it took him three weeks to act on his feelings (with a lot of push from the other managers) but could he really see you as his wife? 

As Jihoon got lost in his thoughts, Hiyong watched him from her position at her desk and frowned. Who were you to JIhoon and why was he so comfortable with someone that was his assistant while she was gone?  She saw a smile grace his features as he drank his coffee and furrowed her brows. 

During her time away, she had found out valuable information regarding JIhoon and learned why he had such a high standard attitude, She was determined to prove herself to him upon her return but didn’t expect someone new in Jihoons life that he took to so easily.

After about an hour of contemplating, she decided to go ask Jihoon himself in hopes that he would give her an answer she wanted to hear. 

She knocked softly on his door making him look up with a disinterested look on his face. 

“Yes Hiyong?” 

“Sorry to bother you Jihoon...but I just wanted to ask you a question…” she started and saw him nod his head urging her to continue. “I-is Y/N going to stay on as one of your assistants?” she asked and Jihoon stared at her blankly.

“We just hired Y/N for the manager position we posted a few months back, she’s going to be working in my office for training until or if we get her office set up.” Jihoon answered, “Anything else?” 

“Is...is she your girlfriend?” Hiyong tried making JIhoon frown. 

“I dont think thats any of your business Hiyong. Please get back to work,I need that draft list by 4pm today so you better get on it.” he stated before looking back at his computer while he let his thoughts drift off to you again. Should he tell you or should he wait till he knows he’s ready and knows for sure? 

The end of the day came quickly soon you were packing up your bag to leave while Jihoon started his shut down process. 

“What do you want for dinner today?” he asked casually and you shrugged.

“Anything’s fine.” you said absentmindedly. 

“Jajangmyeon it is” JIhoon said with a fist pump and looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“Okay.” you said and felt Jihoon grab your hand. He noticed that something was off with you when you had come back from your meeting with Seungcheol and had been meaning to ask you about it but never had the chance to since Hiyong kept coming back to the office to ask him questions.

“Hey…” he said pulling you to him so you were standing between his legs. “Is everything okay?” 

Your eyes analyzed him and you thought back to your conversation with Seungcheol earlier that day.

(Earlier that day)

“My men saw Yoongi in the States. I think he’s looking for your parents.” Seungcheol said and you looked up at him with shock.

“Why would he be looking for my parents?” you asked, “You don’t think…” 

“If your parents sign the contract, it’d be the same thing as you signing in. That’s what I found stupid about that thing.” Seungcheol said, “What if Yoongi makes up a story about the two of you being together and convinces them to sign it?” 

Your face paled immediately, ‘That son of a….’

“Y/N?” Seungcheols voice rang out and you looked at him with a wide eyes, “Is everything okay?”

“Theres something you need to know and you have make SURE Yoongi never makes contact with my parents.” you said firmly, “He has the proof he needs to convince them…”

“What how?” Seungcheol asked shocked and you showed him your phone and there in a message from Yoongi was a picture of the two of you but a lot younger at an event where his arms were wrapped around your waist from behind. The smiles on your faces were undeniable and Seungcheols jaw dropped.

“What the heck is this?” Seungcheol asked incredulously, “You and Yoongi?” 

“The bastard cheated on me three years into grad school. My grandfather was so close to getting what he wanted because Yoongi showed me that he could change but it went all down hill when I walked into his apartment after class one day to see him and a girl from my economics class with his dick in her mouth.” you told him and shook your head. “I ran away after that and changed all my contact information so he couldn’t find me.” 

“Thats why you came back…” Seungcheol said and you nodded.

“He runs most of his family’s corporations outside of Asia so moving back here made the most sense. I wondered how long it would take him to find me.” you whispered.

“Does Jihoon know?” Seungcheol asked and you gave him a pointed look.

“Obviously not...I don’t even know how to bring it up.” you muttered, “And if things go Yoongi’s way, I’ll be married off in the next six months.” 

“Things won’t go Yoongi’s way as long as you tell Jihoon.” Seungcheol said, “Trust me on this. Next to me, Jihoon is the only other person that can help you and he has a greater chance too.”

“And why is that?” you asked crossing your arms.

“Because Jihoon’s fathers the CFO of this company. Hasn’t he told you?” 

You shook your head, “Lee’s Financial Group is in partnership with your company?” 

“Duh...that’s why I trust Jihoon more than anybody here. Talk to him about your past and in turn he’ll be able to help you even if he hasn’t realized it yet.” Seungcheol said, “It’s the only way we can beat Yoongi.” 

You looked at Seungcheols serious face for a moment and noted that he hadn’t been this serious in a very long time. You had no idea that Jihoon’s family was almost if not more powerful than the Mins and thought that Seungcheols family had hired him based on his talent alone.

“What if JIhoon has something else in mind?” you asked, “We’ve literally just started the whole dating thing.”

“And I’ve never seen him so serious about a relationship before.” Seungcheol said, “He’s never taken a day off work till he met you Y/N. It’s like you made him human or something but I can see just from his actions. He’s serious about you and I doubt he’d ever want to let you go.” 

“I hope that’s the case then...but six months…” you said looking down and Seungcheol chuckled.

“Everyones betting that he’s going to propose in three - five. You’ll be fine...you just can’t mess it up and that’s why I’m saying tell him about Yoongi, sooner than later.” Seungcheol advised and you nodded your head.

(End Flashback)

“I’ll tell you when we get home.” you whispered thinking about the consequences and whether or not Jihoon would still be in your life after this conversation. You closed your eyes as you felt the tears build up and only heard Jihoon whisper.

“Okay.” 

The drive was tense, Jihoon could tell something was up with you and it put him on edge too. The moment you stepped into the house, Jihoon had taken your arm and pulled you to the couch. He wanted to know what was going on with you.

“What’s going on?” he asked, “You’ve been different ever since you came back from that meeting with Seungcheol. What happened?”

Instead of replying to him, you asked him instead, “How do you feel about me?” 

The question caught Jihoon off guard. “You know how I feel about you.” Jihoon said taking your hand in his, “Y/N, you’re scaring me. What did Seungcheol say?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me that you were one of the sons of Lee Financial?” you asked and JIhoon froze. 

“I-” Jihoon started but you had cut him off, why did Seungcheol have to open his big mouth?

“But then again, I haven’t been completely honest with you either.... And now I’m scared you’re going to hate me…” you whispered.

“What? What do you mean Y/N?” Jihoon asked slightly shocked as red flags went off in his head.

You handed him your phone and showed him the picture from Yoongi.

“What the heck…” Jihoon whispered analyzing the photo to confirm it wasn’t photoshopped or anything of that sort.  “Y/N...did you and Yoongi…” 

“It’s been close to five years since our break up.” you whispered and opened up to Jihoon about your full past with Yoongi. 

Somewhere during the conversation Jihoon had to get up and walk around to contain his anger. He could not believe that Yoongi had the audacity to cheat on you. He obviously couldn’t see the person you were and felt bad for you.

“And that’s pretty much it...it’s not that I didn’t want to tell you...but if Yoongi meets my parents, he can use it was proof..” you finished and looked up at JIhoon who was looking out the window with his arms crossed. “Ji..?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me before?” he asked not turning around to look at you. “I thought he was just some random…” 

“I never thought he’d use this tactic…” you whispered looking down, “Look, I’ll just go pack a bag and stay at Cheols for the night or something…” you said getting up but Jihoon’s caught your wrist and pulled you into his chest.

“Do you want to be free of  Min Yoongi?” he asked as he rested his head on top of yours and felt you nod. “Will you do whatever it takes?” 

You nodded again. 

“Then will you promise to stay with me forever?” he asked and felt you tense under him. He was about to pull away but you held his shirt and placed a kiss over his heart before nodding and he felt the warmth of the kiss spread through his heart. 

“Then I’ll get you out.” he whispered kissing the top of your head and held you as close to him as he could. He would get you out, as long as you stayed by his side, he would do anything for you.

After a few seconds you pulled away to look up at him and his lips met yours in a kiss. It was different from your previous kisses where he kissed you just because he could. This time, it was slow, passionate and full of promises.

The two of you walked slowly towards your bedroom with your lips attached.

A few hours later, Jihoon woke up to weight on his chest and smiled when he saw your head resting on his heart. Leaning down to kiss the top of your head, he slowly got out of bed and found his boxers which had someone ended up on your lamp. He started to get up when your voice stopped him.

“Where are you going?” you asked tiredly starting to wake up when you noticed the bed lift.

“I’m going to get some water.” he whispered tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, “Go back to sleep.” 

“Will you come back?” you asked and Jihoon smiled happy at your request.

“I’ll come back.” he said leaning down to capture your lips in a soft kiss before he got up and made his way to the kitchen.

Jihoon ran his hand through his hair as he thought about the events that went on in the last few hours and he grinned to himself. ‘Definitely wifey material’

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I... I need to rant on something, feel free to ignore

I FUCKING HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE SAY “YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND” AND FUCKING LEAVE IT AT THAT LIKE.

yeah no fucking shit i don’t understand, explain it!! Don’t just keep telling me “you dont understand” and fucking move on because that shit pisses me off. If you want me to understand so we avoid this confrontation in the future maybe, idk, JUST ARGUE YOUR POINTS RATIONALLY INSTEAD OF RAISING YOUR VOICE AND TELLING ME “YOU DON’T GET IT”

Fucking hell I am sick and tired of everything and hearing all this complaining. My father is complaining about the Government just handing out more unemployment money to people because of the Pandemic. He finds it stupid small businesses can’t open like flower shops or local stores / what have you. I try to explain the Government should have something in place to protect them since ya know..... its for the better. He says they do and small businesses aren’t able to qualify for it apparently (?).

He continues on to complain htat giving ppl money like this will ruin the economy and everyone’s taxes will now increase. I tell him can’t they just...reduce a bit of funding on something else? He’s like: what? I tell him the military since it is weird (to me) that we spend so much on the military and are ever increasing the budget when we aren’t even at war? He decides to raise his voice saying “see? You don’t understand the other side. If we reduce funding then China wins and will take over” I... try to ask wut and he just gives me this attitude of he doens’t want to argue because he’s right,b ecause he’s always right. Fucking hell. I tell him basically “oh so i buy a gun and tell everyone i have a gun so then no one will hurt me or anyone around me....... right?”

he scoffs and goes back to the news. I swear I get so just.. angry. they poke fun at me staying in my room all day but like no shit i stay inside, i take 2 steps out of my room and i get yelled at for expressing my opinion or thoughts and told im wrong on everything.. im just

so tired and don’t have the energy to deal with any of this

[iamsonyeondone]

heir!svt // lee chan

♥  fluffy!!

♥ 3.1k words

♥ summary: you hated chan’s guts for having the skills with ease while you spent every ounce of your blood, sweat and tears to get to where you were now. but chan thinks you’re pretty cute despite your harsh words and he only has one way to get your attention : to annoy you

heir chan, the charming boy of his class who has 12 other older brothers to look after him in the school

everyone knows his parents as the ultimate dancing duo with the insanely popular dancing academy who sometimes come to the school to give lessons!!

and chan takes so much pride in that because thats where he got his love for dancing in the first place - from his parents!!

sometimes people like to call him mini jackson because of how he tries to incorporate the iconic moves of micheal jackson but change it here and there to put his own element into it

although he tries to come up with his own stage name aka dino because he wants to be known as himself 

and he always amazes the crowd, whether it would be contemporary, hip hop or tap dancing

no one comes out of his performance with an uninterested look

besides, not only is his skilled with dance moves but he’s pretty handsome himself

he’s got that cheeky boyish looks that girls would swoon over 

which sometimes make jeonghan really proud because he claims chan is popular with the girls because he brought him up like that

but thats just chan being himself and minding his own business because he was born like that

and even though his main focus is on dancing, he doesnt neglect his own studies and tries to do the best that he can to make his parents proud and be a good role model to his younger siblings

he’s just a really wholesome boy that everyone loves at first sight

but he’s not really wholesome when he hits the stage which makes seungcheol a little disappointed even though most of his cheekiness is because of him

smh seungcheol and jeonghan are really bad at parenting

and whenever they go a little overboard with their love and chan has to literally pluck each finger off of him, he knows they genuinely mean it 

i love a big family of 13 boys ok let me c r y

its not at all surprising that chan is popular among everyone since he’s really sweet with anyone he meets

he greets the security guard every morning, thanks the vendor lady every time he buys his meal and makes sure he greets his teachers in the hallways

how could anyone not like him

that’s what everyone else would say except you

of course the boy had his manners and you would accept that fact

but the fact that you had to compete with him to be able to compete in the national competition as the school’s representative sucks 

dance classes with him is the worst because it always feels like he’s going out of his way to outdo you

or when he has the audacity to smirk your way when he’s done showcasing his own choreo

and it makes your blood boil even more

you really wanted to get this rivalry over and done with so that you could focus on the national competitions that you were hoping of participating in

but chan would never allow that to happen

and it annoys you to the core when he tries to act nice and greet you in the hallways

but you just brush it off with a hum and walked off with your group of friends

and it doesnt only annoy you that chan was cocky and good at what he does

you were absolutely jealous of his supportive parents

the way he would probably be able to practice whenever and wherever he wanted

but you couldnt

you had to do it in secret otherwise your parents would freak out

they think they were doing you any good, by forcing their own dreams onto yours of being the next successor of their insurance company

but money is boring and having to deal with such a large sum was overwhelming

you wanted to dance to the beat and the melody of the music, being able to express your emotions through moves and make it into a masterpiece

you had always find the art of it intriguing but you never had the privilege of entering classes 

and yet here chan was, with all the facilities you had ever wanted at his fingertips

it just didnt feel fair for you to work absolutely hard to get to where you were now

and having to compete against someone who would level up more than you could in a day

and that hatred had always been boiling inside of you ever since you found out that The Lee Chan was striving for the same spot as you did

but that didnt mean you were going to give up

in fact, it gave you even more motivation for you to beat him and that damn smirk of his

as much as you could, you would book the dance practice room for at least 4 hours, polishing your skills in every type of dance you had tried - contemporary, hip hop, tap dancing, and whatnot

most of them you had either learnt it by sneaking off to classes or learning them through videos

either way, you werent going to back down from a kid who probably had professional help throughout his life

but the heavens had other plans for you

just as you were about to enter the practice room you had been using for the past month, you could feel the vibrations and the sound system booming throughout the hallway, faint sounds of foot steps tapping along to the beat

you had never bumped into someone else who needed to use the practice room before, so who else could it be??

to your dismay, you opened the door to see none other than your rival, sweating it out on the dance floor

and just when you were about to leave the room as quickly as you could, chan calls out to you with that sickeningly sweet smile, panting as he took a sip of his water bottle

“were you going to use the room?” he questioned, taking another big gulp this time

you were so tempted to say it to his face to say ‘ no shit sherlock, why else would I be here?’

but a part of you refrains you from doing so and instead you nodded your head in reply

“dont let me interrupt you,” you nonchalantly stated, walking out of the room until chan holds the door open

“hey, dont be a stranger. its not like we’re enemies,“ but that little tug at one end of his smile tells you otherwise

and a soft scoff left your lips before you knew it

"really, i have better places to be at anyway,” you roll your eyes, tightening your grip around your bagpack and walking out the room

one of these days, he’s going to push all your buttons and all your piled up frustration would explode

you stormed out of the school building, annoyed that you wouldnt be able to practice in the best conditions this time

you were left with practicing in your bedroom, while you had to keep your moves limited to your tippy toes

you couldnt risk letting your parents know about what you had been doing for the past few years

and so, the next day you see chan along the hallway and he mentions about the practice room

but you ignore him completely and went to your first class

“you really think that’s cute, chan? don’t you have better things to do?” soonyoung raised a brow, walking in the opposite direction of you while chan’s eyes never left your figure

“they’re cuter when they try to look fierce,”

but you were too far ahead to hear and you were definitely not interested in listening to such a conversation,,, right?

another school day ends, you were chanting with all your might that chan wouldnt be occupying the practice room today as well

besides, why did he have to choose the one that you had always frequented??

was he really trying to get on your nerves??

once you stepped into the room, seeing no one else but you in the reflection, you heaved a sigh of relief while you threw your belongings to the side and got your set up ready

a few minutes into revising your new choreo, the door squeaks open 

and your head nearly snaps from the sudden momentum as you stop mid spin

to see none other than chan smiling by the door way

“sorry, i thought someone else was occupying it today,” he smiled, yet he continued to walk into the room as if you had welcomed him in with open arms

“but do you mind if i stay here for a little while? i was supposed to meet my friend but he’s got to do something for the yearbook,” 

he casually takes a seat in the corner of the room while you looked back at him in disbelief

“there’s a ton of other places to wait, why here?” you groaned, stopping your song as you placed your hands on your hips

“because you look beautiful when you dance,”

and you’re completely caught off guard, unsure if what chan was spouting was utter nonsense or a genuine compliment

either way, you shook your head from the clouds and turned your face away from his line of sight

the unsettling burning sensation rising on your neck and onto your cheeks was uncalled for

why does chan even have that effect on you?? the mortal enemy you would have stabbed for breathing if it werent for the laws of this land

“,,,whatever. but another word from you and you’re out of here,” you sighed, switching the song back on while you scooted further away from his spot at the other end of the room

he gave you a thumbs up through the reflection of the mirror and when you caught the glimpse of his wide grin, your heart began to pound a little harder

it isnt a big deal right?? maybe it was just from the pressure that your rival would be closely watching your every move??

or was it because that smile on chan’s face has been plastered on ever since he saw you??

no no nO focus on you and only you,, chan is nothing but a speck of annoying dust

but throughout your practice session, your eyes were fidgeting to look back to see chan’s eyes staring back at yours

and every once in a while, you would trip and make a mistake and chan would softly chuckle in his little corner

and after a whole hour of chan watching you, you tripped once more and admitting defeat as you laid on the floor

“it’s not like you to back down from a fight like this,” chan stated, getting up from his spot as he attempted to hold in the laughter bubbling in his throat

“and why are you still even here? why’s your friend taking so long?” you were panting slightly from the non-stop practice or more specifically, the little accidents that came along with it 

“i’m not sure either but i’ll help you with your moves if you need to,” he smirked as he stood over you, reaching out towards you with his arm

him helping you out wouldnt be too bad right?? maybe you could take this as an advantage and steal whatever knowledge he would spill

but when chan guides you with his hands, gently placing your arms into place and ever so softly asked “is it okay if i,,you know,, adjusted your hips a bit?? im nOT a pervert i swear. it’s just that it looked awkward during the bridge and-”

“just do what you have to do,” you grumbled, and the heat had risen back up to your cheeks again, colouring them into a slight pink 

while chan’s cheeks mimicked yours

after further adjustment and replaying the song with chan’s advice, you had managed to clean up the choreo for half the song in less than an hour

and during that time, chan casually brought out his jokes to lighten up the mood

at first, you tried your best to hold a straight face and yet when chan pulled out a dad joke he had learned from his seniors, you couldnt hold it in and your laughter began to echo throughout the room

“a dad joke was all it took to break that ‘cool’ facade of yours? i should have known better,” he shakes his head in mocking disappointment, earning a half-hearted glare from you

“tell this to anyone and i’ll embarrass you in front of everyone in dance class. we definitely can’t forget your child prodigy days am i right?”

“YN I SWEAR IF YOU LEAK THOSE PHOTOS ILL- ILL,,,, ILL GROSS YOU OUT,”

you burst out laughing once more, this time clenching onto your stomach while a tear threatened to spill

“you’ve been grossing me out ever since we had the same class. Try again, loser,” you scoff, wiping the tear away while you straightened yourself up to finish the rest

“oh,,, really?” he questioned, taking a few steps closer while you were too busy tying up your loosely-tied shoelaces

“duh, i told you-” 

before you could stand up and start from the top, chan hoists you up by your waist and stares right back into your eyes

“are you sure we’re talking about the same ‘gross’ here?” 

and that damned smirk comes across his face once more

this time, the blush along his cheeks doesnt go unnoticed

and yet you couldnt come up with a better come back, left speechless by his chocolate brown eyes 

you were definitely sure you looked like a gaping fish by now

but the door swings open once more, revealing someone you’ve seen once or twice along the school’s hallways

“hey chan- oh,,, oH sorry i’ll let you guys be,” minghao muttered in embarrassment while chan cursed under his breath

“we’ll continue this the same time tomorrow? don’t be late,” chan shoots a smile your way

and without letting you answer his question, he ran off with his belongings to catch up with his friend

you were left in the practice room, breathless and bothered at the fact that your skin now felt chilly from the lack of contact

 ohhh how the tables have turned

day after day, your usual routine began to include chan in it more - seeing him around the hallways and actually acknowledging his greetings

helping him out with homework when he sees you at lunch because ‘soonyoung’ doesnt know the answer either

and ending your day by fooling around with kpop group choreos as a break from dance practice

he’s really good at girl group choreos and you’re pretty jealous he can make it look cuter then you do

or maybe its because you think he looks cute but you’re not that ready to accept it yet

and without fail, chan tries his best to walk you home and is always prepared no matter the weather, having a hoodie in his bag or an umbrella in his hand

he didnt want to spend another day of school without you beside him if you got sick from the rain or the cold weather

time had flown so fast that the decision for your teacher to pick a participant had arrived

a huge part of you still insisted for yourself to get the position, having no other option to show to your parents that you were more than capable in dancing

but after knowing chan, it wouldn’t feel so bad letting him take the place as participant instead

yet the thing that worried you the most is that, was this the end of your budding friendship?

it wasn’t like chan needed to see you anymore once the choice is made and he probably began talking to you just because of it

so was this it?

“yn, you have never given me a score below average and neither have chan. but chan is undeniably more skilled in nearly every genre, so the place goes to him,” your teacher announces the results in the teachers’ office

no doubt you felt disappointed by the results

that you wouldnt be able to showcase your talents and hardwork to others or prove to your parents

but when you look to your side to see chan staring back, guilt in his eyes, you pat his back with reassurance

“what’s with the long face? you look ugly like that,” you chuckled, yet his face remained grim

“but there’s better news for the both of you,” your teacher interrupts, taking a piece of paper out from her folder and passing it to the both of you

“there’s a competition coming up, and it’s not as grand, but i reassure you that this is another good way to learn how to cooperate with one another. the both of you are indeed my best students afterall,”

your eyes scanned the flyer, reading through the rules and regulations while chan did the same

the rules were pretty much the same for every competition but this time, it was a requirement for the participants to be in a group of 2 or more

and chan looks at you with the brightest smile, admiring the sparkles of determination in your eyes lighting back up again

the both of you walk out of the room, spouting every and any idea that came to your mind 

and feeling relieved that you actually got a second chance

and while chan was reciprocating your ideas with his, something bigger had been occupying his mind all day

it was now or never

with a swift movement of his wrist, he turns you to face him and hold you by your waist, bringing you so close that you could feel his breath fanning your cheek

“i’ve been waiting too long to say this and i cant hold it back anymore,” he chuckled dryly

and even though his movements seemed confident and brave, you could spot his wavering eyes, his trembling fingers and the light tinge of pink on his cheeks

“i like you, more than just a friend. and maybe i get on your nerves more than 5 times a day, and its silly to say this, but i would rather do that than never be able to talk to you. it would be nice if you became more than just a dance partner-”

but this time, you smirk, taking his hand and holding his waist, dipping him and planting a soft and quick kiss on lips

“you were confident a minute ago, is this how youre really confessing to me?” you chuckle staring back at his wide eyes

and chan wanted to tease you back so bad for making him feel so embarrassed

but not everything would go the way he planned

just as he was about to take the lead, his unstable footing caused the both of you to fall, you falling onto him while he took the impact

“look like i made you fall for me,” even in the midst of groaning in pain, chan winks back at you while you rolled your eyes at his cheesy ways

“a minute into being an actual couple and i’ve already had enough of it,” you sigh, picking yourself up and walking away, causing chan to stumble his way to catch up with you

“not my fault you can’t resist me,” he laughed

finally matching your pace, he placed his arm over your shoulder and placed a quick kiss onto your temple, eliciting giggles from the both of you

i guess all that hatred was to mask the fact that chan looked utterly attractive

and now he will never ever let you live knowing that

a/n: my dods im done with the heir series omfg this was a pain in my brain but im gonna make myself suffer some more and make a different series for another group that ive been preparing oops!! will post the masterlist for the heirs tomorrow so you can read the whole gang :P hope you guys have a good day/night <3

[hyuwujin]

train rides

pairing: reader x felix

genre: the fluffiest fluff :)

length: 2.5k words

warnings: none

summary: Spending the day with Felix is always a blast but your feelings for him certainly give you an internal conflict. Should you risk ruining a meaningful friendship by confessing or remain in the safety of the friend-zone by keeping quiet?

a/n: wOAHHH this is probably the fluffiest thing i’ve ever written but i hope y’all like it! honestly, this took me wayyyy too long but here it finally is!! i’d like to thank my fav bbs @hyyunjinn @hyunjinh @seungchanie bc i’ve been hyping this up for a while and you had to deal with it asdfgh;;;thank you for giving me the motivation to finally finish it!! ILYYYY<333

also @straykidzz and @ultnamjin i dont think i ever mentioned my fic to you??but i love and appreciate you soooo much! (pssst we should also talk more bc ily)

“C’mon Y/N! This way,” an eager Felix pulled you by the wrist into the train station. Furrowing your brows at his enthusiasm, you looked around the nearly empty train station for a sign of anything worth enthusing over. 

“You still haven’t even told me where we’re going,” you grumbled, dragging your feet against the stained orange floor tiles. 

“It’s a Wednesday afternoon. There aren’t many people on the train since they’re already at work,” Felix grinned, guiding you into one of the train cars. You looked around the close to empty car––a mother and a child sat at the far corner and a well dressed man staring down at his brief case in the middle of the car––and shrugged with a nod of acknowledgement. 

Felix let go of your wrist to grab one of the poles inside the train car. He spun around the metal pole, effortlessly, and motioned around the empty car with his hand. “See?”

“Where are we going?” You couldn’t contain your curiosity and wondered what was making Felix so excited.

“The train’s last stop is at that theme park you mentioned last week. I know you wanted to go so–o let’s go!” Felix settled down in a seat and patted the seat next to him with a smile.

“Felix, you do realize it’s freezing out, right?” You pointed to the jackets you were both wearing. 

Adjusting the beanie on his head, Felix sighed. “But the park’s open! Besides, all that walking will tire us out anyway.”

“If I catch a cold, I’m blaming you,” you squinted your eyes and pointed an accusing finger at Felix. 

“Then I’ll be the one to take care of you,” Felix winked with a cheeky smile, causing you to snap your gaze away from him to avoid him seeing the blush creeping up your neck. 

“No–o. I’ll get you sick so you’ll suffer with me.”

“You would do that to me?” Felix placed a hand on his chest in feigned hurt. 

Looking back at him, you stared blankly at his obviously fake pained expression. “Yes.”

Scoffing at your reply, Felix looked away from you and towards the closing train car doors. “Stand clear of the closing doors please.” 

Plopping in the seat beside him, you nudged him. “It’s a long ride. You sure you made the right choice?” Throwing him a grin, you continued to nudge his side with your elbow.

“Now that I think about it…” Felix trailed off, looking up as if in thought. Looking back down at you, he scrunched his nose up and nodded. “As annoying as you can be, how many Felix and Y/N days do we have nowadays?”

“Hey! If anything, you’re the annoying one in this friendship!” 

“Yeah right,” Felix chuckled lowly, causing your stomach to do a flip. Can he not do that? “You’re definitely the annoying one. Who’s the one who showed up at the dorm at two am because you wanted to be fed?” 

“Hey! I was hungry, alright? You show up at my place at unusual times, too!”

“For good reason!” 

“You know you can send memes by message, right? You don’t have to come over and show me them!”

“I like to see your reactions,” Felix softly smiled at you and you felt yourself smiling, too. 

The train stopped at its designated stops, hence more people entered the train car and soon, you found yourself squished next to Felix with strangers sat on either side of you. 

“There aren’t many people on the train since everyone’s at work, huh?” You mocked, glancing at Felix.

Unplugging one of his earphones from his ear, he sighed, “I didn’t think it’d get this packed! Besides, our stop is soon. Don’t worry.” 

“You’re lying aren’t you?” You asked, monotonously.

“Psh, no…maybe.”

You huffed in response and crossed your arms stubbornly over your chest. Rolling his eyes with a smile, he returned the earphone to his ear and nodded his head along to whatever he was listening to. 

Without him noticing, you peered at Felix and watched as his eyebrows furrowed and his nose twitched as he continued to listen to music. 

“Excuse me,” you felt a nudge on the other side of you. Turning your head, you smiled politely at the old woman who was beaming at you.

“You two are very cute.”

“Excuse me?” You raised your eyebrows in surprise at her statement. 

“You are dating, aren’t you?” The old woman raised an amused brow and glanced over at the oblivious boy beside you.

“What? Me and him? No. No way! W–We’re just friends,” you shook your head profusely at her accusation. She thought you and Felix were dating? On what planet would your interactions make it seem like you were dating?

“Oh, that’s a shame,” the woman looked down at her lap with a sad smile.

That only confused you further and you furrowed your eyebrows. “Why?”

“My husband and I…we were the same way when we were kids. You two bickered and teased back on forth just like we had so it was quite easy to assume,” the old woman looked back up with a soft smile.

“Really?” You turned your body away from Felix to face the old woman and stared at her with curious eyes.

“Mhm,” she hummed and looked up in reminiscence. Leaning closer to you, she mumbled with a nudge, “You also look at him with desire, love.”

Choking on a cough, you leaned back away from her. “W–what? No, I don’t!”

“Well, of course you say that. But you can’t see how others look at you. Does he not notice?”

Slumping your shoulders in defeat, you sighed. “If I made it that obvious to strangers in a train, he probably does. Annnnd that means he probably chooses to ignore it.”

Swatting your hand with a scoff, the woman shook her head. “How old are you? You’re in your teens? Boys at this age can be very oblivious. Believe me, I have my fair share of grandsons and they don’t know the difference between having a girl look at them and having a girl really look at them.”

Laughing lightly, you nodded in understanding. Looking back at Felix, you wondered if that was the case. Maybe he didn’t notice.

“Are we there yet?” You nagged, playfully smacking Felix’s arm in impatience. 

“Y/N, for the millionth time, two more stops!” 

The train ride was much longer than you thought and it didn’t help that Felix was practically ignoring you to listen to his own music. Rude, you thought to yourself with an eye roll. 

Most of the people had left a few stops earlier than yours, including the old woman who was sat beside you––she left patting your hand and wishing you luck, whatever that meant–––and now it was back to you and Felix in the train cart alone with the exception of very few people.

Leaning your head back, a sigh escaped your slightly chapped lips. Feeling your eyelids become heavier, you fluttered your eyes shut. You listened and focused on the squeaks of the train against the tracks, the light chatter of other passengers and Felix’s foot tapping.

“Y/N?” 

A light shake to your shoulder woke you up. Humming in response, you slowly blinked awake. 

Chuckling at your sleepy expression, Felix pointed to the open train car doors, “We’re here.”

Leaping up from the seat, a grin found it’s way to your face. “Finally!”

“Come on. This train’s going to get full soon from people leaving the park,” Felix tugged you by the hand closer to him and guided you out of the train. 

“Wha–” you trailed off when exiting the train station. Looking up at the already darkened sky, you pouted. “If was daytime when we left!”

“You said it yourself; It’s still cold so it’s still getting dark early,” Felix looked away from the sky to glance at you. 

“Well, what are we waiting for then? We’re here finally!” You pulled Felix toward the entrance––you didn’t even notice you’d been holding his hand since you left the train car––and grinned widely. 

“See? Even thought it’s chilly, people are still here,” Felix motioned with his free hand toward others strolling down the boardwalk leading to the games and rides. 

“They’re crazy,” you instinctively shivered, causing you to shove your own free hand into your coat pocket. Acknowledging your slightly quivering nature, Felix put his hand up and took off the dark beanie on his head and placed it on yours. 

“You’re here, too, aren’t you?” You didn’t have to look at Felix to know he was smirking. 

“Only because you dragged me,” you reminded with a pointed expression. 

“Now now, we’re here to have fun! Where’d you like to go first?” 

Felix looked down at you with a soft smile and you couldn’t help but mirror it.

“Okay I’ll admit, that was probably the most fun I’ve had in a while,” you laughed, heaving the large stuffed pink giraffe over your shoulder into the train station. 

“Me too! I’m glad we finally got to hang out again. You know, since the debut is coming closer, we haven’t gotten many chances to see each other,” Felix smiled, sadly, lugging his own giant teddy bear on his shoulders. 

“Hey! Even with you and the guys’ debut coming, there’s no way I won’t still see you! Hell, I’ll come by the studio or practice rooms every day if I have to!” 

Stopping in his tracks, Felix turned around. “Really?”

“Of course,” you furrowed your brows, wondering why he’d question it. Before Felix could say anything else, the train car caught your gaze and your face fell. More specifically, the packed train car.

“We won’t have seats!” You whined rushing past Felix and grabbing his hand on the way. Entering the cart, you both looked around for any seats and your shouldered hunched in defeat when neither of you found one.

“It’s okay. We’ll just stand until people get off,” Felix shrugged, guiding you through people near an empty space for standing. 

“Dude, do you know how lazy I am?” 

Rolling his eyes, Felix nodded slowly, “Y/N, I was the one who carried you on my back for the past two hours.”

“Oh,” you looked away, bashfully, “…right.”

“So where you going to put these?” Felix flicked his head toward the giraffe you held close to your chest and the teddy bear under one of his right arm. 

“These? It’s just the giraffe,” you scrunched your eyebrows and looked down at the stuffed toy.

“There’s no way this giant teddy bear is going to fit in my room. You should have it.”

“And you think I have the room?” After a moment of silence, you gnawed at your lip and tapped your foot against the train car’s floor. “Well, if you insist.”

Felix smiled to himself in victory and took a step closer to you. Widening your eyes, you instinctively took a step back. Furrowing his brows at your antics, Felix put his hand up and grabbed ahold of the bar above your head. 

Oh, that was what he was doing.

You mentally scolded yourself at where your thoughts went.

“Hold onto me.”

Blinking rapidly, you looked up at Felix. “Huh!?”

“The train’s going to leave soon. You don’t have anything to hold onto,” Felix continued to stare at you in concern. Were you okay?

“Oh,” you took one hand off the giraffe and grasped onto his arm. A blush crept up your neck and you looked down and stared down at your shoes as if they were the most interesting things you’ve seen all day.

The train jerked forward causing you stumble…right into Felix’s chest. If you weren’t blushing before, your face was probably as red as a tomato now.

“Uh,” you stuttered, looking up at Felix’s own widened eyes. “S–sorry.”

Just as you were going to pull away, Felix wrapped his free hand around you. “I got you.”

Great, you thought. Now I’m hyperventilating.

You stayed like that for a while and you couldn’t complain. As much as you were flustered, you enjoyed being this close to Felix. He smells good.

After some passengers had left the train at their stop, you both sat next to each other at the nearest open seats. 

“…Y/N?”

“Huh? What?” You shook your head out of the trance you were currently in and smiled apologetically at the boy beside you. “Did you say something?”

“What’s going on in that head of yours? It looks you’ve been having a mental battle,” Felix lightly tapped at your temple and smiled. 

“It’s nothing,” you shook your head with a wave of your hand. 

“You sure?” Felix pressed. He needs to stop looking at me like that.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”

“You know I could’ve walked home alone, right?” You raised an eyebrow as you and Felix stood in front of your house. 

“It’s late. Gotta know you’re safe.” Felix shoved his hands into his jacket pockets and rocked back on forth by the heals and balls of his feet.

“Thanks,” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and unlocked your front door. Pushing the giant stuffed animals into your house by your feet, you entered your home.

“Hey, wait,” Felix called out, causing you to turn around.

“Hm?” You turned around.

“When’s our next date?”

Choking on a breath, you blinked, “Sorry I don’t think I heard you right. Say that again?”

“Our next date?”

“This wAS A DATE!?” You felt the blush you managed to keep away from your face for the time being begin to slowly spread to your cheeks.

“Come on, Y/N. I spent my money on you, held your hand, hell, I even carried you but let’s not get into that, and won you stuffed toys. Doesn’t that sound like a date to you?” Felix smiled, cheekily, still rocking forward and backward.

“I uh––” you averted your gaze to look at the ground. “You mean, you feel the same way?”

“Same way? Of course, Y/N. Not gonna lie…you’re pretty obvious,” Felix shrugged.

Widening your eyes in surprise, you shouted, “You mean you’ve known? This whole time?”

“Everyone knows by now,” Felix rolled his eyes with a smile at your expression, “the guys were practically begging me to hurry and man up and tell you my feelings.”

“…I really don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. How ‘bout I pick you up tomorrow morning for some breakfast? We could chat about us then. Now, rest up,” Felix turned to go and you opened your mouth and closed it multiple times though no words came out.

“Goodnight!” You finally managed to shout after him. 

“Night Y/N,” Felix said in a singsong voice without bothering to turn around. “See you tomorrow for our second date.”

You closed the door behind you with a sigh and leant against it before looking down at the two large stuffed animals on the floor. Could I get any more cliche than this? 

Ignoring your thoughts, you squealed and scurried up to your room not able to wait for the next day.

[samcroslut]

Old Friends. New love: Part 2

Word count: 1293

Pairing: Happy x Reader

Author’s note: Hay guys! I’m back with another part! Hope that you like the series so far. Bear with me as I get used to this!

Em woke up to a bustle of cars to her left, her parked bike underneath her as a makeshift bed. She stood up and stretched, her back echoing out an alarming crack that she had gotten used to hearing over the years of sleeping on her bike. The business men scurrying past her, trying to get to work. The birds chirping making her eyes to roll and her to scoff; she hated seeing everything in such conformity. 9 to 5 jobs. Hence why she broke out and joined the army, not settling down like her whole family expected her to do. She forced herself to stop thinking of her family and settle on her bike, revving her engine.

She never got used to the feeling of riding. The wind in her hair and the isolation from everything but the road made her feel alive, more alive than she’d ever feel.

For the second time, she pulled up in the free spot in the lot and paused. She never thought she’d ever had the courage to come see Filip, she had wanted to ever since she left the army but just couldn’t bring herself to face her old life again. She took a deep breath and got off the bike, resting her gear on the fuel tank.

As she walked up to the entrance of the clubhouse, she saw Tig sat out front with a beer and cigarette in his mouth.

“We meet again beautiful.” He winked at her. ‘He just won’t give up!’ she thought.

“Drinking this early in the morning Tig?” she sat down opposite him and took the bottle out of his hand and took a swig. She was peering inside the building, looking for someone in specific. All night she couldn’t get Happy out of her head, she felt pathetic for her actions, she knew that she was making a problem that didn’t need to happen but for once she felt like she was in auto-pilot, she wasn’t in control and she hated it.

“If you’re looking for Chibs he isn’t awake yet.” Tig had completely disregarded her previous comment, smirking as her lips wrapped around the bottle top, thoughts filling his mind.

She turned her attention back towards the man in front of her, her mind coming back to reality.

“Oh yeah! Um which room is he in? I’ll go wake him up.” She tried acting normal but the emotions that have suddenly arisen were thinking different, her usual flat behaviour now is internally a school girl. Now she was trying to distract herself.

“Third door on the left.” His arm reached towards her and grabbed his bottle back.

With that she got up and headed inside, ignoring all the passed-out bodies on the floor with women draped in their arms.

As she reached the back hallway, she walked up to his door and opened it without knocking. She anticipated Filip passed out on his bed.

“Filip you-” As her head rose up from looking at the floor, she was met with Happy. Happy in a towel and nothing else. She tried to stutter out a excuse, blood rushing to her face.

“OH! Ummm.. sorry, I, um, thought, uhh..” As she was trying to explain herself, her sight never left his bare chest, distracting her from any sentence she was about to formulate.  

“You just gonna stand there, little girl?” The same deep growl that she had heard the night before had her melting.  

She gathered her thoughts before speaking again,

“No. I was looking for Filip. Sorry, obviously got the wrong room.” She backed out of the room and shut the door, her back leaning against the wood, letting out a breath she didn’t realise she was holding in. What was she turning into?

Deciding to head back out into the main area, she started to tidy up, trying to pass time until Filip woke up.

~~~

Tig came in and sat at a stool, that smirk never leaving his face.

“Beer.” By now the whole clubhouse was clean as it was gonna get and most of the members scattered had gotten up and headed to that back.

She raised an eyebrow at his request but complied putting the beer in front of him, and pulled his kutte towards herself.

“A please never hurt nobody.” She let go of his leather with a push and poured a whiskey.

A sluggish groan came from the corner of the room, heavy footsteps and then a solid thump as the person fell into the chair. Em chuckled, already knowing it was Filip. He never did handle hangovers very well, even in the army.

Strolling up to him and placing a water and aspirin in front of him before ruffling his hair and walking back to her drink.

“So anything going on tonight or am I going to find my own entertainment?” She hauled herself onto the countertop and waited for a response.

“Party. 8pm.” Tig informed her. She nodded, already planning on getting absolutely smashed.

~~~

By the time that Em had gotten to the MC, the party was in full swing; croweaters lining up near any patched member they could find their, dresses resembling belts. Her leather clad legs carrying her into the heart of the party. She went all out tonight: leather trousers, black stilettos, low cut tight black top and eyeliner. Her long uncontrollable black hair hanging loosely past her shoulders.

The stench of beer and cheap perfume attacked her senses before she even passed the threshold, but when she did it was an overload of everything. Loud music. Sticky floors. Leather for all the eye could see.

“Em! Lookin good tonight!” Tig had his arm wrapped around her shoulder before he could even fathom what he slurred. She chuckled lightly, she don't like to admit it but the club was starting to grow on her.

“Yes hello Tig.” She looked over his shoulder, seeing if Happy has made an appearance. He had, in the corner, as usual, with a beer in his hand and a crow eater by his side. The anger boiling inside her at the sight of another woman near him. She said hello to everyone and went to get a drink, Chucky was behind the bar along with a few other people.

“Hay Chucky, whiskey if you will.” He nodded and started to pour the drink.

“How are you this evening, Miss Em?” She nodded her head in response, having nothing to say.

“How about yourself?” Before Chucky had the chance to respond a voice interrupted him.

“Chucky.” Happy said nothing else, staring at him for to leave. It worked.

“You didn’t need to be rude.” Em’s gaze never left her glass. Happy only grunted in response. She rolled her eyes.

“What do you want anyway?” Her harsh tone caught Happy’s attention. No one ever talked to him in that way, not knowing his reputation.

“Watch it. Do you know who you’re talking to?” Em scoffed at his reply, downing the rest of her whiskey.

“You are no one special, calm your ego down. Now, what do you want?” She wasn’t going to deal with his ego tonight, she didn’t care what he done for the club, that didn’t mean he got any special privileges.

It took awhile before Happy said anything. Silence taking over between the two of them, if you don't count the deafening rock music behind them. He was silently checking her out, the black look doing things to him. Her ‘I dont give a fuck’ attitude was refreshing for him, normally girls flocked to him. He knew she was a girl that liked the chase, and he’ll be damned if he was going to let her go without even a taste.

[space-lions-and-imagines]

This IS the Princess You Were Looking For

A/n please forgive me for this no context reader insert. At one point I had a star wars au that went literally no where and this is the only remaining evidence of said AU. So please enjoy it for what it is and just dont .... question it to much lmao Oh and this started out featuring OC’s so like if their are any mistakes name wise for the reader part that would be why

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“I don’t get what the whole fuss is about,” Hunk said with a scoff as he walked down the hall with Lance and Pidge. They had all been summoned by Shiro, told that all hands were needed when their new royal package arrived. Okay so maybe he hadn’t said it like that but that’s how Hunk saw it. He had met a handful of princess since joining the rebel cause, warrior princesses with vengeance in mind for their people were a dime a dozen. Lance on the other hand was more than excited, convinced that every new female on board increased his chances of finding the one girl in the universe who would find him attractive. “Hey just because you have a thing against princesses doesn’t mean you have to ruin them for the rest of us,” Lance said checking his teeth in a pocket mirror and fixing his hair in what he called a ‘perfectly charming rapscallion’ look. Which Hunk thought just made him look like he stuck his head out the window during a jump through hyper space. And it hadn’t won him any hearts so far so he wondered why even try to keep up with it. “I don’t have a thing against princesses, I’ve met plenty of them and they have all been just fine. I just don’t see why we are making such a big deal out of this one. I don’t even think I know who it is, not that it matters since I don’t even know half the planets we’ve visited so the odds of knowing hers is slim to none. If she was really that important anyway why would she be coming to our dingy little outpost anyway? You would think someone with any kind of real pull wouldn’t be putting their neck on the line, they would be trying to make changes diplomatically. Or worse yet she is the diplomatic type and she is being brought here to be babysat, either way I am not interested,” he protested loudly, giving the same rant that they had probably heard a dozen times by now. This theory was confirmed when Pidge’s eyes nearly rolled out of her head.

“You do have a princess problem. The problem is probably some princess broke your heart and you are still pinning after her hoping she will come running to you one day realizing she made a mistake in turning you down. Or you are just all self-pitying about the whole thing and you’re still torn up inside, which means that your fantasy princess has ruined every princess you will meet until the end of your days. Which might be sooner than you care for if you keep insulting them,” she said with a snort, not even bothering to look up from the circuit board she was currently working on. He hoped that this meant that she wouldn’t see the flush of color in his face but he also knew that she saw everything. He really did hate how accurate she managed to be about every single thing. Seriously annoying because of course she was right. At least partially right, his princess hadn’t broken his heart but instead had given him the thing he had always wanted, his freedom. The freedom to break away from the future his family had decided for him and go out and forge his own path. He thought that he could never want anything more than to be a pilot, able to go on grand adventures whenever he wanted and make his own choices. He hadn’t realized until after he had left just how much he had actually wanted her to be part of that equation. He tried to shake those thoughts from his head; he couldn’t let silly childhood crushes get in the way. Luckily he didn’t get to linger on those memories because Lance was laughing so hard.

“Him? Hunk? What you think he tried to lay on the charm to some cute princess? As if, if I know this guy he’s probably always been more interested in that junk ship of his than any girl. Isn’t that right big guy?” Lance asked patting his shoulder with that cocky smile plastered onto his face. “Hey my ship is not junk, she only performs as well as the pilot and just because you don’t know how to handle her, or any ship for that matter, means very little” Hunk replied grabbing his friend in a headlock as they entered the main deck where everyone was gathered waiting for this long awaited princess. He only stood at attention upon hearing Shiro’s curt voice clearing his throat, all three of them giving him a salute and quietly finding their places. “Now that we have all decided to show up,” Shiro went on, glaring at the trio of late comers’ fiercely “we can finally go over a few things while we wait for Ambassador Nya to escort the princess. Now pay close attention,” he said with another pointed look over in their direction. Which if they were any smarter they would have paid attention too but instead the three of them each found their own thing to occupy themselves with: Pidge with her tinkering, Hunk planning dinner for later that night and Lance checking his reflection in the chrome surface of the holo projector. After a few minutes the lecture seemed to be over and everyone dispersed, heading off to their own duties.

“You three,” Shiro said pointing at them “just try and be on your best behavior. Its all I can hope for since you all so obviously couldn’t care less about the plans I just went over. So stay out of the way and behave around the princess, its an old friend of Ambassador Allura’s from her finishing school days. And the princess has lots of important connections on this side of galaxy that will be very helpful to us. We don’t need another Galadicus 7 problem. Their people still haven’t forgiven the insult of Lance spitting out their most culturally important dish,” he reminded them none to kindly. “They fed me glowing worms! They could have been radioactive for all I knew, still not my problem” Lance shot back, though quietly so that Shiro wouldn’t actually hear. He was smart enough to know not to sass back too hard after being put on latrine cleaning duty for a month the last time he tried. So thinking that they couldn’t do too much damage where they were currently at the three of them lingered, lounging in chairs around the main control panel and lazily scrolling through files. Hunk had to admit he was slightly curious despite himself, he may not be fully invested but he wanted to at least get a sneak peek at who this oh so important princess was.

He heard her before he actually saw her. It was a chiming laughter that echoed through the metallic halls. He didn’t recognize it at first but his heart did as it started to beat rapidly inside of his chest. He felt his muscles tense and his mind go numb except for one thought it can’t be her. He jumped to his feet as the distant sound of voices grew nearer, ignoring the questions of his friends as he unconsciously moved towards the source. He couldnt bring himself to look up, instead he saw her skirts come into view first, white with intricate embroidery in royal purple. His eyes slowly traveled up drinking in the delicate curves of her frame, following the long plait her curls were braided into and stopping on those eyes. Those eyes that pierced into his heart in a shade that haunted him. “And this is where most of my time is spent. Oh hello everyone,” Allura said politely as the pair stepped into the open area, trailed by Shiro. “This would be a couple of the many misfits I work with. Lance, Pidge, Hunk; I want you to meet (y/n), Princess of Ension,” she said waving over to the princess. (Y/n) smiled kindly, waving to them each in turn but stopped when she locked eyes with Hunk. Realization dawned on her and her smile turned into an ear to ear grin. “Hunk! So this is where you have been this whole time. I guess you made good on your promise then,” she said nearly knocking him flat with the sincerity of her happiness. Suddenly his brain didn’t work, he could barely stand and talking was way out of his capabilities. He couldn’t even manage to tell Pidge to shut it when she whispered not so quietly about finding the root of his Princess problems. He couldn’t be bothered with that right now, not when memories of his last meeting with (y/n) was taking over his mind.

She was about to head off to finishing school and him to start training as a royal guard. He was dreading both not seeing her and sealing his fate. But this wonderful girl in front of him had gone against everything, even her own parents, to tell him to leave. Fired him essentially but he couldn’t have been happier. Well that wasn’t true he was much happier when she had pressed against him, offering him her blessing in the form of a kiss. It was short, barely a few seconds but her warmth had remained much longer. And her voice so gentle and kind asking only one thing of him “Promise me you’re going to go out there and make me proud,” had never really left him. Any time he thought he had finally gotten over her he would dream of that kiss and her sad eyes and how desperately he wanted to see her again. And there she was smiling at him, more beautiful than he could have ever imagined. “P-princess! You … you’re … the princess?” he finally managed to stammer out as he knelt down on one knee out of instinct, a fist placed over his heart in the greeting that had been hammered into him since he could walk and talk. This time her laughter was joined in by everyone else, he could have sworn he even heard Shiro snicker. “Oh you really would have made a wonderful royal guard,” she said with a dreamy sigh before placing her delicate hand on his chin and giving it a small pull which he easily followed until he was standing. “But to answer your question, yes I do believe I am the princess you have been looking for,” she grinned and started to go on about how she had ended up there and what she wanted to do and trying to kindly answer all the inappropriate questions Lance was throwing at her about how she knew Hunk. Yet all Hunk could do was stare at her, still slightly delusional, and thinking that she had no idea how right she was. She was the princess he had been looking for.