“’M off t’ the studio, love,” Harry gathers his things as you eat breakfast, “D’ yeh have any plans f’ today?”
“I might go into town,” you reply.
“Okay, jus’ remember t’ call security ‘f yeh go anywhere.”
“Okay,” you assure him as he kisses you goodbye.
Even though you were very un-famous before you met Harry, dating him got you some publicity. After almost two years of being with him, the fans warmed up to you, and now most of them were fans of you too. That being said you’ve had a few run-ins with fans and paparazzi when you’ve gone out on your own, so Harry hired a security guard for you.
Most of the time you were okay having security follow you around, and it made you feel safe. Today though, you just wanted to get away, and you left the house alone.
“Y/N!” The barista calls, letting you know your order is ready.
“Thank you,” you get your drink and return to your table in the corner. You hide your face behind your book as you sip your drink, hoping to stay hidden from everyone.
It’s not long before you feel a tap on your shoulder. You look up to find a young girl with her friend.
“You’re Y/N Y/L/N, right?” She asks.
Deciding that talking to just two girls couldn’t hurt, you replied, “Yes,” with a smile.
“Oh my gosh! Can we get a picture?!” They practically squealed.
“Yeah sure,” you leaned into the frame of their camera.
“Thank you so much!”
You go back to your book for a while and finish your drink before you gather your things to leave.
You step outside and are met with a small group of girls. They all talk at once, and you only pick up little snippets of what’s being said.
“Oh my gosh it’s Y/N!”
“Can we get a picture?”
And finally, “I’m so glad you saw that girls post, so we could find her here,” you overhear one girl say to her friend.
It didn’t occur to you at the time that you should’ve asked the first girls to wait to post the picture, so people wouldn’t come find you. You only wonder how many people have seen the picture.
As if to answer your question, two more groups of girls come up to you this time with a few paps coming up behind them. You’re surrounded and realize you won’t be able to get out alone, so you take a few more pictures before you call your security.
By the time your security arrives you have had time to take pictures with all the fans while trying your best to ignore the paparazzi. The guard grabs your arm, leading you to the back of the car.
On the way home, the guard calls Harry to let him know what happened.
You wait at the kitchen island for Harry to get home, knowing he won’t be happy.
Harry storms into the house, “Y/N! Why did yeh go there by yourself?!
"What 'f something had happened t’ yeh?!”
“But I’m fine,” you assure him, “I just wanted a break from them. It’s like I have a shadow following me wherever I go, and I just wanted to be normal for a day,” you trail off at the end, instantly regretting what you’ve said. You love Harry, even if that means not having a “normal” lifestyle.
Harry’s face crumbles, and he pulls you into the tightest hug. “’M sorry. I know ’s my fault yeh have t’ have security in the first place. ’S just… I couldn’t live with myself 'f something happened t’ yeh, and I can’t lose yeh.”
You feel a tear drop on the top of your head, and you pull back from his embrace to wipe his cheek. “I’m sorry,” you whisper looking down at the floor.
“’S okay, just please don’t ever do that again,” he hugs you again, seeming content just to have you in his arms. “’M sorry yeh can’t have a normal day t’ yourself,” he adds.
“No, Harry, I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Maybe not, but ’s true.”
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I love you, and now this is my new normal.”
I dont want to bother you but you literally said it will be 21 July. So what do you think they are going to do now until the song release??
Not a bother at all! I just..don’t have an answer lol. I’ve legit been working like 11-13 hour days for the past week and haven’t had time to look over my notes from that class I mentioned to get more specific details other than what I mentioned before.
Basically from what i can remember, there will be a slow but steady increase in social media presence/interactions and fan service. He’ll be showing his face a lot more slowly but surely. I’m sure there will be scheduled pappings as the dates gets closer. Things to create buzz that will get people talking and KEEP people talking even if he isn’t physically there to show his face. Kind of what the article did, but something that will steadily build until the actual release. About 2 weeks harder will be a big push.
I haven’t seen enough yet to be able to try to figure out what the buzz/big push will be. There’s a few different directions they can potentially take it in. Plus, I legit took one class and have participated in like 2 campaigns that have used this format so I’m not even remotely CLOSE to an expert in this kind of thing. but in general it’s pretty common sense-y :)
Fingers crossed they DO stick with this format because while predictable, it’s popular for a reason. It actually works.
Harry's solo in Temporary Fix is my favorite...what would harry be like when the two of you are drunk and he calls a driver to come and pick you up? I LOVE YOU 💕💕
Oh, anon. You’ve read my mind ;)
Harry’s inhibitions melt away when he’s drunk, that’s for sure. Although he’s never one to love up on you in public, the two of you have been together for a while, and he’s feeling more handsy than normal with multiple drinks in his system. You’ve told him time and time again to keep his hands to himself, laughing and pushing him away when you feel him against your neck, grabbing his wrists while he squeezes your hips and giggles with his tongue nestled in between his teeth.
“C’mon,” his voice is deep, the alcohol lowering his normal register to a tone that you swear vibrates through your core. “Just gimme a kiss,” he says against your lips. “Gimme one big one ‘n I’ll lea’ ye alone.” And although his words are slurred because they’re said straight into your mouth and across your tongue, you pucker up and indulge him, because who are you to deny a “big one” to this beauty of a boy in front of you?
“There,” you state as he pulls away from you, his forehead pressed harshly against yours. “That big enough for you?”
“I luh her!” he nearly yells into your face. You nearly push him away from you, the harshness of his voice and the confusion of who exactly he was talking about jarring you slightly. “I looove her!” he shouts louder as he turns his forehead towards the party to the left of you. “Luh o’ m’ life, this one is!” he points down at you, lifting his head off of yours, dramatically gesturing down at you with his gangly arms.
Your friends look on, smiling and shaking their heads at his antics. There’s no need to explain his behavior to them - they’ve known him longer than you have - so you just shrug and roll your eyes as he rests his forearms on your shoulders and begins to sway back and forth to the loud music playing in the pub.
Hellooo!! Hope you are well! I just wanted to know if you could rec me some canon Larry fics with some angst? Sorry if it's too specific 😂 thank you so so much hope you have a lovely day! xx
Here you go :)
- Hiding Place : Louis never wanted a soulmate, didn’t really care for the whole
Bonding thing at all, really. Enter Harry Styles, who’s wanted to be
Bonded for as long as he could remember. With one fateful meeting in an X
Factor bathroom, Louis gets a dagger on his arm and the realization
that just because Harry is his soulmate doesn’t mean it’s mutual.
From the X Factor house to Madison Square Garden, from the Fountain
Studios stage to stadiums across the world, Louis has to learn to love
without losing himself completely, because someday his best friend will
Bond to someone and replace Louis as the center of his universe.
Meanwhile, Harry begins to think that maybe fate doesn’t actually know
what it’s doing after all, because his other half has clearly been right
in front of him the whole time. All he has to do now is convince Louis
to give them a chance.
Or, the canon compliant Harry and Louis love story from the very
beginning, where the only difference is that the love between them is
literally written on their skin, and there’s only so much they can hide. (365k)
- Bigger Than Life: “Boybander Harry Styles spotted leaving West Hollywood joined hand in hand with new beau, Xander Ritz”His
heart drops in his chest as he scrolls down, ignoring the short
irrelevant article and looking desperately for a picture. Sure enough,
there’s pap shots of Harry and Xander, walking hand in hand, looking
drunk and cheerful and together.And that’s—that’s really not what Louis was expecting at all. (48k)
- Photograph :(…) An epic love story in which Harry is too in love for his own good, Louis
is in denial of his sexuality, and they write songs instead of actually
talking to each other. (not a strictly canon fic though)(105k)
all of our important nothings
: Louis stares down at his phone for an eternity before typing out the message.
does she know that paper plane necklace was a gift from my mum to you our first christmas together???
He immediately regrets sending it. He knows it doesn’t matter.
Knows Taylor’s necklace is a cheap knockoff of the one Harry had always
worn so proudly— knows the way he’d smiled at it, lifting it slowly from
the small box he’d been given it to in, the way Jay had met Louis’ eyes
from across the room and winked, how it had dangled from Harry’s neck
that night as he rode Louis on his childhood bed, the little silver
airplane catching on the lights from cars passing by on the road outside
shining into his room and casting soft reds and yellows over Harry’s
pale skin.[Harry and Louis are in love, Haylor happens, and Louis battles quite a few demons along the way.] (27k)
: Phosphenes n. the stars and colors you see when you rub your eyes.
“I miss you, Lou.” Harry says. “’M right here.” Louis answers. (11k)
the dark and the dentist
:“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward
him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to
it. We should be dancing.” We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis
knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their
twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties,
they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they
were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an
exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual
friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies? “How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’
cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make,
two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life. An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.
Harry murmurs, and Louis hiccups out a sob.“Hi,” he manages, still
clutching onto Harry’s shoulders. Harry’s
fingers drift across Louis’ cheeks, and there’s something off about
Harry’s expression, but Louis can’t figure out what it is.“I’m okay,”
Harry says, and Louis is going to say something to that, even if he
doesn’t know what, except Harry’s kissing him.Louis freezes. (23k)
nonstop earthquake dreams of you
:And there’s heat behind it, blazing, plasmatic, like stars crashing
together, like an explosion in space, like a supernova, like a black
hole–everything else sucked out of existence. There’s no bed and
there’s no pillow and they’re not lying down, just floating somewhere,
somehow, and there’s no room and there’s no X Factor house and there’s
no Niall snuffling or Liam’s deep, even breathing and there’s no wind or
traffic outside and there’s no hum of the heating unit and it’s all
just Louis. All encompassingly Louis. or, harry falls hard and finds louis already at the bottom (37k)
We’re on fire now
: Harry loves Louis. Louis loves Harry. Fantastic, right? It
can’t get much better than falling head-long in love with your best
friend? Sometimes, falling in love is the easy part. When you’re
in the biggest band in the world, and your boss comes from the old
school where ‘fans want to date their idols’ nothing is going to be
straight forward. Through the tough times, Harry and Louis find
that family and friends can do amazing things. Even the worst people can
change when pushed. And that as long as it’s built on sturdy
foundations, love really can conquer all.Featuring: Harry and
Louis in love. Fabulously supportive Gemma. Fierce lioness mum’s. A band
of brothers. And Simon being Simon. Set several months in to the iron
closet, featuring angst, smut and an eventual happy ending. (40k)
The family vacation with Harry becomes…. delicious.
Rating: M ( Smut)
coming with me” was all he said when he announced his annual family summer
trip. Before you could even say no, he stopped you, one finger up in the air.
You reminded him that you were not family, but then he fired right back saying
that you talk to his sister more than he does and that his mum always asks how
you are. So yeah, you were going.
he selected wasn’t the normal harry beach. It wasn’t in the middle of nowhere,
there were more people around and he wasn’t afraid of getting noticed, you
guess. So on TOP of being with his family, there were going to be cameras.
Everywhere. He REALLY wanted the world to know who you were. And you weren’t
sure if you were ready for that.
the beach seemed to be what you needed, though. And you didn’t see any paps,
mainly people noticing Harry and like the gentleman he was, stopped to take a
picture with them and say hello, and then they had wandered off back to their
own lives. Harry was a heart of gold and such a people person, a goofball and
someone who wrecked you in the sheets as much as he could. And you couldn’t
believe you were here, with him, on this beach, with his family.
Gemma piped up and the both of you rolled over from you stomach to your back,
elbows propped as you started tanning the other half of your body.
sure”, you thanked her and took a long swig, your eyes glancing around for
Harry. You heard him before you saw him, your eyes focusing in the direction of
his happy yells, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was in his element, tanned
and toned, those yellow shorts making another appearance as you watched him
laugh, pushing one of his cousins because he made the wrong call during beach
5 ½ months. 152 days. 3648 hours…roughly. That’s how long it had been since you and Harry first took your friendship to the next level and became intimate. Now you were going to be meeting his family.
4 days. 97 hours…approximately. That’s how long it had been since Harry first said he was in love with you. Your heart nearly stopped beating when he said it.
‘Need m’ mum to meet the girl I’m in love with, don’t I?’ he had said.
.3 seconds…exactly. That’s how long ago you swallowed bile down as Harry pulled his car down the path that led to his parent’s home. He was holding your hand with a smile on his face, as he glanced at you quickly. He felt your hand beginning to sweat and thought you looked a bit green.
“Doin’ alright, love?” he grinned, unsure if you were ill or not.
“Fine,” you say, looking around at the view.
“Nervous?” he smiled. You shoot him a ‘don’t ask’ look and he laughs. “No worries, sweetheart. Everyone is going to love you.”
“Everyone?” you ask, swallowing the acidic taste down again. “Who the hell is everyone? I thought it was just your mom and stepdad!”
“My sister and her boyfriend should be along at some point, and knowing my mum, there could be a few friends or family who would like to see me and meet you,” he looks at you and laughs as you close your eyes at the thought of it. “Stop. You’re going to be fine. Besides, I’d like to take you into town and introduce you to a few people myself while we’re here.”
“Isn’t that dangerous, Harry?” you ask. “Aren’t you afraid some pap will be around somewhere just waiting to click a pic of you and your mysterious female friend? You’ll be the talk of the town!”
“Love, I’m already the talk of the town,” he laughs, and you gently shove his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I know how to get around quite well here, without being detected. We’ll be fine.”
About that time Harry stops in front of a lovely home, and one of the people you recognize from Harry’s photos in his homes as being his mom, walks out the front door of the home and toward Harry’s car. Harry quickly opens his door and steps toward his mom, hugging her tightly for a long moment. He hadn’t seen her for quite some time and was happy to see her again.
“Mum, I’ve missed you,” he says, hugging her.
“I’ve missed you too, son,” she smiles, holding her youngest in her arms. “Everyone else will be here soon.”
You sit in the car, a bit afraid to get out, but knowing the inevitable was about to happen. You aren’t even sure why you have anxiety about meeting her. You had no sound reason for thinking she may not like you, besides the fact that you were having conjugal relations with her baby boy. Harry and his mom both look at you, still sitting in the car like a nervous puppy about to piddle in the seat. You can hear Harry giggling, looking at you, from the other side of the car. His eyes and nose crinkle, dimples shining, as he walks to your door and opens it, all while you are softly mumbling a quick ‘shit, shit, shit’ to yourself.
“Staying out here all weekend, love?” he jokes.
“Are you a mind reader?” you say, quietly.
He laughs again and takes your hand, helping you out of the car and closing the door. He introduces you to his mom and you are surprised when she not only smiles at you, but wraps her arms around you and welcomes you to her home.
“Let’s go inside and visit, shall we?” she asks the two of you. Harry grabs yours and his bags from the car and follows you and his mom into the house. You spend the next hour being shown around the home, looking at what must have been hundreds of photos of Harry growing up, then taking a tour of the property. You were pleased when a feeling of relaxation finally set in over you and you felt like you could easily breathe again. By evening, you had successfully met nearly a dozen of Harry’s family, friends, and neighbors who had come to visit him. As the last person left to go home, Harry hugged you closely.
“Love, I have some friends I’d like you to meet in town,” he said. “Will it overwhelm you too much?”
“Yes,” you say bluntly, then smile. “It’s fine.”
He takes you into town to the bakery he worked in, introducing you to everyone there. After a short visit, and stepping out with a bag of his favorite baked sweets, he walked beside you a short distance to a local pub. Once inside he looked around, finding the table where his friends were sitting, and guided you there. You had already decided while in Harry’s hometown, that the two of you shouldn’t show any PDA, just to be safe, but that didn’t stop Harry from holding your hand under the table, or squeezing your knee gently. Harry introduced you to all of his friends, and the two of you enjoyed a drink with them. It was nice seeing Harry with his old friends. There was an ease about him, like an old, worn shoe that still fits and is comfortable, even if you don’t wear it much anymore. You had met a couple of his friends previously, when you visited with Alex years before, but it was nice to see Harry around them.
As the two of you visited and laughed with the group, Harry felt you squeeze his hand tightly. He looked at you, seeing you set your jaw and fidget in your chair, looking straight ahead. He furrowed his brow slightly and looked in the direction you were looking. Walking toward the table was Alex. The second he saw you he stopped. You thought the look on his face was almost one of retreat, glancing back over his shoulder as he rubbed his jaw lightly, no doubt remembering the punches it sustained from your fist, but then one of the guys at your table hollered at him to come sit.
“Sweetheart, we can go,” Harry whispers in your ear.
“No, it’s okay,” you assure him quietly. “I won’t do anything to embarrass you.”
“I know you won’t,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s not my worry. Let’s just…”
“Hello there,” Alex says to you as he greets the rest of the table, too. You nod to him, thinking it may be better to not say anything to him and hopefully he won’t speak to you again. He sees you sitting next to Harry and squints his eyes a bit at Harry. Harry feels you let his hand go and wipe the sweat of your palm onto your clothes, but he immediately grabs your hand again. “Babes, you’re looking as beautiful as ever tonight.”
You feel Harry squeeze your hand, rubbing his thumb aggressively against your skin. “Thanks,” you say quietly.
For awhile you think it’s going to be okay. You notice Alex look at you off and on, and Harry notices, too, but for the time being, he was keeping his distance, and keeping his mouth shut.
“Let’s go play snooker, yeah?” Harry asks you, as the group of friends have broken up into smaller groups. You nod to him and follow him to the empty snooker table. For a while you and Harry enjoy the game. Harry laughs playfully at your lack of snooker skills, all the while cheating his way through the game anyway. “Your turn, babe.”
As you pretend like you know what you’re doing, trying to set up an amazing shot, you stretch your body out a bit on the table, lining up your stick, making it look very professional in your opinion. Harry laughs out loud at your comical show. Being American, you knew nothing about snooker…billiards or darts being what you played in the bars back home. As you start pumping the long stick a bit, poking your tongue out through your teeth, you feel someone walk up behind you and press against you firmly. You quickly jump and straighten up the best you can with someone pressing against you, dropping the stick on the table in front of you, gasping at the hands on your hips and the pressure against your ass, pinning you to the table’s edge. You look at Harry as his expression immediately turns to one of anger, watching nervously as he runs around to where you are and knocks Alex away from you, standing between you and him.
“Don’t touch her, Alex,” Harry says sternly, not wanting to draw attention, but furious.
“Just trying to help,” Alex jests. “You were lining it up wrong, babes.”
“Alex, why don’t you leave?” you say to him with a tight voice, not from fear but anger.
“Line the stick up just right with the hole and you’ll slide it right in, beautiful,” Alex flirted deliberately.
“Shame the stick’s so small or else it would have no trouble finding the hole in the first place,” you retort.
You hear a murmur of “bitch” from his mouth as he shakes his head. You feel Harry tensing badly, his hands clinched tightly in fists, and know he’s only holding himself back to keep from being a headline in tomorrow’s paper. Small town news travels fast, and when you’re Harry Styles, it’s faster and bigger.
“Maybe we should just go, Harry,” you say to him quietly. He doesn’t move, just looks at Alex with clinched jaws and fists. “Harry,” you say his name, hoping to jolt him from his silent rage. He looks at you. “Let’s go, okay?” you ask him calmly. You see his fists begin to relax a bit and the anger in his eyes soften slightly. He looks at Alex again, then grabs your hand and walks toward the door.
As you leave the building, you start to pull your hand from his in case there are paparazzi around, or anyone who saw what happened and decides to document it. Harry feels you and tightens his grasp on your hand, a strong ‘no’ directed your way, holding it until you reach his car. Harry opens your door for you, then as you sit and reach for the door to pull it closed, you feel Harry’s hand on the side of your face as he kisses you deeply, holding your head to his so you don’t release his kiss. After a moment he pulls away, looking at you with a look that you weren’t sure you had seen on Harry before. You weren’t even sure what it was, but you felt it best in that moment to not say anything and let him have his moment, whatever it was.
It was a quiet car ride back to Harry’s parent’s home. It was late and you would be leaving after lunch the next day to return home. As you stepped out of the car and closed the door, you walked around the car to where Harry was waiting for you. You feel him take your hand and begin to walk toward the house, but you hesitate for a moment. Harry looks at you, still with the furrowed brow.
“Are you okay?” you ask him.
He looks at you, realizing the look on your face is one of worry, and tries to relax a bit. “M’ fine. Tired. Ready to get some sleep.” You nod to him and walk inside the house with him. His mom questions how the evening was and he says it was fine.
“Mum, we’ll be leaving in the morning after we get up, rather than after lunch,” he says to your surprise.
“Oh!” she exclaims. “I thought you would be here longer. I was going to cook your favorite, and bake a dessert for after.”
“I’m sorry, but no need to bother,” he says with not much expression to his voice or his face. “Have to get back earlier than planned. Sorry.”
“No worries, love,” she grins slightly. “I understand.” She hugs and kisses her son, and hugs you, then you all make your way to your rooms to sleep.
The two of you step into Harry’s room, and you watch him close the door. He walks to where his things are, then into the washroom to get ready for bed. You aren’t sure what to make of how he is reacting. You knew he was angry about what happened, and you didn’t think he was angry at you for any of it, but honestly, in that moment, you weren’t sure of anything, except that you were ready to return to London.
As Harry came from the washroom, you reached for your things and walked in. The entire time you got ready for bed, you talked to yourself quietly. Anyone who might have witnessed it would have thought you were crazy. ‘What?…I don’t get it…Is he mad at me?…I didn’t do anything for him to be mad at me about…Did I?…Alex, you mother…’ You trailed your cursing as you finished your nightly routine, then stopped a second before you opened the door. You leaned your ear closely to it, trying to hear any noises Harry may have been making, to get a new sense of what you may be walking into. You started to open the door, stopped, then shut off the light, hoping the darkness of the rooms would hide that you were peaking at him. You slowly and quietly open the washroom door and peak out through the crack, seeing Harry already lying in bed, facing away from the washroom and toward your side of the bed. You open the door as quietly as possible and walk into the bedroom, setting your things inside your bag, and tiptoeing across the wood floor until you reach your side. If you could avoid the awkwardness of before, you were going to try. The moon shining through the window illuminated the room enough to see…or so you thought.
Pain surged through your foot as you stubbed your toe on the foot of the bed. You sucked air sharply into your mouth, quickly pressing the palm of your hand against your lips to keep from making noise, then hobbled to the edge of the bed. You drew your foot up in front of you, clutching your foot like it was going to make the pain better the harder you squeezed it. For a short moment, you completely forgot about Harry even being in the room.
“Sister Mary Francis that hurt!” you quietly popped.
As you continue to squeeze your sore foot, you hear giggling from the bed behind you. You turn and look at Harry, who is literally shaking the entire bed, trying to suppress his laughter so he didn’t wake the entire house. You continue clutching your foot as you look at him, confused.
“What are you laughing at?” you ask him quietly.
“Love, how the fuck am I supposed to stay angry when you make me laugh?!” he said, more loudly than he should have.
His laughing continues as you shush him to be quiet. “Your parents are sleeping, Harry.”
You felt him lean into the center of the bed, and grab you around your middle, pulling you toward him, so that you were lying on your back on that side of his chest. He hugged you tightly and kissed your shoulder.
“Why are you so angry?” you ask as he calms completely. “Are you angry about what I said to Alex?”
“What?” he questioned, shocked that she thought it. “No, sweetheart, of course not! Sometimes I wish I had a quicker wit like you.” He kissed your shoulder again, holding your arms down on your stomach from behind you as you lay atop him. “No, I was just so angry with Alex. I am so angry at him. He had no right to do what he did, or say what he said.”
“He was bating you, Harry,” you reply, “And me, too. And apparently it worked on both of us. Once a dick, always a dick, maybe.” Harry giggled a bit again. “It’s more than that though, isn’t it?” you ask. “Something else. I could see it in your eyes. Never seen that look before.”
You feel Harry’s body tense under you as he starts to grip you tighter, but then relaxes and rubs your arms lovingly, once again kissing your shoulder.
“When he…” he started then stopped, took a deep breath, then began again. “When he grabbed you…touched you…I wanted to rip his fuckin’ head off, love.”
You think about that for a moment. “Well, in all honesty, so did I.”
Harry is quiet for a moment then giggles again. “I thought you were going to rear back and punch him again. Would have paid good money to see that again. Brilliant,” he says, remembering the scene from months before.
“Thought about it,” you admit. “But I didn’t want to cause a bigger scene than he was already causing. This is your hometown, Harry. I didn’t want to embarrass you, especially not in front of your friends. And even more so, because your family still lives here.”
Harry turns his head to kiss the side of yours. “Love, thank you for thinking of me, and my family. But you could never embarrass me.”
“Sure?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he says, kissing your shoulder.
“Then may I ask you something?” you say softly.
“Of course,” he replies.
You pull your foot up and nearly stick it in his face.
“Will you kiss my toe?”
Harry laughs again and teases you by kissing your toes several times, trying to help you rub the pain away, then you cozy up and both soon fall asleep.
The week began as any other. You made your usual walk to the station every morning and rode it into work, spent a long day at your desk researching, preparing, and creating your next assignment for the magazine you worked for, then returning home each night to whatever awaited you. Sometimes you thought, short of being in a relationship with someone so popular, that your life was probably pretty boring and mundane. Harry was spending long hours lately working with others, creating new songs for his next big project, having meetings and such, so you weren’t seeing as much of each other as you would both like. But you were proud of his strong work ethics and dedication, and supported him completely in his efforts, even if it meant sometimes not seeing him as much.
Tonight was going to be different though. You were going out and going to have a great time. You always had a great time with your best friend, Kari, and you hadn’t seen her as much lately either, and was definitely ready for some girl time.
As you stepped off the train and walked the short distance between it and the pub, you smiled a huge smile as Kari greeted you on the sidewalk outside.
“There’s my beautiful best friend!” Kari screamed, running to you and hugging you tightly.
“Kari, you just saw me a couple of hours ago at work. Have I changed that much so quickly?” you tease.
“I know,” she says, “But it’s not like our offices are even on the same floor or anything. It’s been ages since we girls have had a night out.”
“Too long, yeah,” you say, squeezing her again. “Let’s go inside.”
The two of you walk inside and find an intimate corner away from the noise for a bit.
“So,” you say, sipping the cold beer from your glass, “What’s been happening in your life? How are things with, what’s her name…Jenny? Jun?”
“Jani…” she says as you nod. “That’s over. Fun for awhile but she was a bit too…out there…for my liking.”
“Someone was too ‘out there’ for you?” you ask, surprised.
“Imagine that,” she says, not offended in the slightest. “Besides, wasn’t much fun in the bedroom, I’ll tell you that much.” Kari rolls her eyes. “She just lays there, I swear! Making me do all the work! I like to be taken care of too, you know?”
“Best that you realized it early on then,” you giggle at her.
“Yeah, too much work,” she says, sipping her drink. “I’d like to be the one just layin’ there doin’ nothin’ but receivin’ sometimes, I’ll tell you that for sure.” You laugh out loud and shake your head. “So how about you and Harry?” she asks, a bit too loudly and you shush her. “Sorry.”
“Things are great,” you smile. “We’re both staying busy right now, but it’s good. Couples need to have time away from each other, time to spend with other friends and such.”
“Are you in love with him?” she asks with a smirky smile.
“Yeah,” you giggle. “What’s not to love about Harry?” you say quietly.
“God, this place is dragging tonight,” Kari complains. “We need some excitement! Need to bring the girls out and get some fun going in here!” Kari begins unbuttoning her blouse and, realizing she is wearing no bra and already has one breast exposed, you quickly grab the button edging and close it again.
“Kari, stop!” you laugh.
You and your bestie sit for a long time, catching up with each other, laughing and enjoying another drink, then you realize how late it’s gotten and remember you both have work in the morning. You walk, arm in arm, out the front door of the pub.
“Would have been even more fun if you hadn’t closed up m’ top and made me put away the jubblies!” Kari said as you laugh. “No night is complete until you’ve flashed someone, right? Am I wrong?”
Before you can say anything else, you are immediately blinded by flashes and voices yelling at you.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell!” Kari yells.
You try to shield your eyes from the bright flashes, squinting to see if you can make out what is happening.
“Babe, does this happen to you all the time?” Kari yells to you.
“Never!” you yell back. “I don’t…” you are confused, then grab Kari’s arm and walk closely with her, trying to maneuver your way through the small group of photographers.
“Miss, how long have you and Harry been seeing each other?” one yells.
“Are you and Harry dating or just good friends?” another hollers.
“Where’s Harry tonight, love?” a third chimes in.
“Come on, Kari,” you say into her ear. “Just ignore them and keep your head down.”
“Bloody fuckin’ leaches! How about gettin’ a real job? Or better yet, a life!” Kari yells, as you tug at her arm and try to get her to be quiet.
The two of you duck inside the next open business and hide around a corner where the small group of photographers can’t see you.
“Holy hell, love!” Kari looks at you with wide eyes. “Is that what you deal with when you and Harry are out?”
“No!” you insist. “We’ve always managed to keep it under wraps. I don’t understand what’s happened, why all of a sudden…” You try and think what could have possibly triggered this to happen. You and Harry hadn’t even seen each other in a couple of days, and then it was only for a couple of hours at his house.
“You’re buzzin’, babe,” Kari says. You break from your deep thought and look at Kari, confused.
“What?” you ask.
“Your phone, love,” she says, grabbing for your purse and pulling it out, handing it to you.
You look and see it’s a call from Harry. Perfect timing, you thought.
“Harry?” you answer with a voice you don’t completely recognize as your own.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he says with a tired voice. “I hope I’m not calling too late.”
“What?” you ask, still confused as a flash blinds you momentarily and you realize you stepped out a bit too far from around the corner you were seeking refuge in. “Oh…no. It’s fine.”
“You alright?” he asks into your ear.
“Yeah,” you say without thinking. “Um, I mean, no actually.”
“What’s wrong?” he questions, hearing timidity in your voice.
“There are photographers,” you say, trying to think.
“What? Where? Where are you?” he riddles like a machine gun.
“Um…” you look around, not really sure where you are, and see a sign. “Inside a hotel lobby…somewhere. Kari and I went out for awhile and we were sort of ambushed as we came out. We ducked in here to get away from them.”
“Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you,” he says, nervously. He knows what the paparazzi are like all too well.
“No…Harry,” you insist. “It’s okay. It’ll just make it worse if you show up. Give them exactly what they want, won’t it?”
“Sweetheart, you don’t understand how they are,” he nearly shouts. “It can be dangerous.”
“Harry, it’s alright,” you say, snapping out of your thoughts with a possible plan. “Listen, I need to go. I’ll call you as soon as I’m home.”
“No, love!” you hear him objecting, but the last thing you want, and the last thing Harry needs, is to have to be in the middle of this. You’re an adult and you’re smart. You can figure it out. You hear your phone buzz and see it’s Harry calling you back, and slide your phone into your purse.
“Come on,” you say to Kari, grabbing her arm.
The two of you walk to the front desk as the photographers begin flashing away at the sight of you.
“May I help you?” the person behind the counter asks with a smile.
“Yes, thank you,” you say as politely as you can. “See those loons out front flashing their cameras all over the front of your building?” The hotel employee nods, having already been annoyed by the flashes and occasional holler of a question. “Help us out and I think they’ll soon leave.”
“Are you someone I should know?” the young man asks, almost excitedly.
“No,” you state clearly and deliberately. “But I am associated with someone who is very influential, thus the reason for the cameras.” You look at him as he contemplates. “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking if you leave matters alone and let us suffer through this on our own, that my influential friend may pop up, bringing a nice little spotlight on your lovely little hotel here.” The man smiles. “Or…or my friend and I could cause a scene here at your lovely little hotel, all caught on camera, and because of who my influential friend is, and because I am a writer for a very popular British magazine, it could do a bit of damage to your nice little establishment.”
The young man looks at you with wider eyes now and clears his throat. “What can we do to help?”
“Do you have a back exit?” you ask. He nods. “Pretend you are registering a room to us and hand me a keycard. We’ll follow you over to ride the lift to make it look real, then if you would kindly escort us to a different lift somewhere that we could take back down to the back exit, I’ll hand the key back to you and we’ll be out of your hair. Once the photographers see we appear to be staying the night, I think they’ll leave.” You look at him as he mulls the plot over in his mind.
“Or I can flash them these and have even more photographers chomping at you, Charlie boy!” Kari says with force as she rips open her blouse, exposing her breasts to the unsuspecting young man.
You look at Kari and close your eyes, shaking your head slightly, then looking back at the employee. He looks at you, then at Kari and her still exposed breasts, then back at you, handing you a keycard.
“If you’ll follow me, ladies,” he says with a grin.
You look at Kari who smiles at you and you both follow the man to the elevator doors, flashes exploding outside of the large glass doors and windows. Kari keeps a huge smile on her face as you notice her blouse still open.
“God, Kari, put those things away! This isn’t Mardis Gras,” you say to her quietly, and she closes her top.
Soon you both find yourself escaping the building through a private employee entrance, passing a nice tip along to the young man for helping, then begin an eerie walk down a partially lit alleyway, until you are far enough away from the hotel to return to the street. You walk arm-in-arm until you reach the entrance to Kari’s building.
“Well, lovely, sad to admit that’s the most exciting night I’ve had in awhile, but true as it is, I’m glad it was with you!” she says lovingly as she hugs you and kisses your cheek. “Best friends for life, aren’t we?”
“Best friends for life,” you say, squeezing her tightly.
You quickly make your way to the nearest tube station and are extremely happy when you walk into your house and collapse on your sofa. You look at the ceiling and exaggerate a deep exhale, then hear pounding on your door.
“Oh, God, now what?” you say, exasperated. You stand to walk to the door and hear Harry’s voice.
“Babe! Are you here?!” you hear Harry yell. “Please be here.”
You quickly open the door and barely see the look of fear mixed with relief on his face as he draws you into his arms.
“Oh my God!” he says, relieved. “Why have you not been answering your fuckin’ phone, love? I’ve been out of my mind with worry!”
You realize it probably wasn’t nice of you to not get back with him immediately, but you were so thrown by the events of the night that your only thought in that moment was to get home as quickly as possible.
“Are you alright?” he says, pulling away from you and holding your face in his hands. “You’re okay?”
“Yeah, Harry, I’m fine, really,” you tell him, smiling to try and reassure him. He hugged you again tightly for a long moment, then the two of you sat on the sofa, his hands never leaving you.
“Please, never do that to me again!” he nearly shouts. “You have no idea the panic I’ve been going through.”
“I’m sorry,” you say, frowning. “I didn’t mean to…” you say, looking down, feeling terrible and seeing the look in his eyes. “After I talked to you, my mind was focused on getting back here as quickly as I could. I was still kind of shocked it even happened. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you,” you say sadly and honestly.
He hugs you again then kisses you sweetly. You explain to him how the night transpired and discuss it.
“Well, it’s apparent we’ve been found out to some extent,” he said unhappily. “I’m sorry, love. I’m afraid your life is going to change somewhat now. Not a normal life anymore.”
“Since when has any of this been normal?” you ask him with a grin and he grins slightly, too.
“Still,” he continues, “I presume this is only the beginning. Should find out soon how this happened, who’s responsible for it.” You exhale deeply and he kisses your cheek. “How about you grab what you need and let’s go back to my house for the night. You look as tired as I feel. I’ll make sure you get to work in the morning. Closer from my home anyway.”
You pack a few things, go back with him to his house, and are grateful to finally drift off into sleep. As the two of you sit at the tall island eating a bit of breakfast the next morning, Harry explains some things to you.
“Sweetheart, I was none too happy last night when you hung up on me,” he says as you look at him apologetically, “but I understand why you did, and thank you. But…that being said, we need to discuss how things are inevitably going to change now. Not only for you, but for us.”
“Alright,” you agree.
“Unless we have been spotted out together somewhere, someone who knows us would have had to have told someone,” Harry states. “No idea who, but that’s besides the point. Not sure that it matters now. But, I am not comfortable with you walking alone to and from anywhere now. So…”
“Harry,” you counter, “Don’t you think that’s a little extreme?”
“After last night, you’re seriously asking me that?” he questions, his brows raised high. “Love, I don’t think you have any idea what this means. An enormous amount of your privacy is gone now. And as long as you and I are together, you’re not going to get it back. Lose more of it, too.”
You concede and nod. “So what are you suggesting?”
“I think we should either get you a car, install a good security system at your home, and get you a bodyguard,” he says while taking a drink of his juice, “Or…you could live with me.”
You look at him, thinking you maybe didn’t hear him right, as he takes another bite of his food. You crunch your eyebrows deeply into the center of your forehead as you think. Harry watches you as he eats his food.
“What do you think?” he asks. You set your fork next to your plate on the island top and think. You know what you are thinking, you just don’t know how to say it to Harry. “Love?”
You look at him with a bit of a frown. “Yeah, um, I don’t know, Harry.”
This isn’t how it was supposed to happen. It was supposed to be romantic, and sweet, and cheesy, all very Harry. Instead it was laid out like a trip to the market. Cutlet or Scotch fillet, poppet? Although unintentional, you’re sure, you didn’t think Harry even seemed excited at the prospect of living together. It was an option. Either one or the other. Made it sound incredibly platonic, which you knew was not the case, but still, it was so black and white. Drink of juice, question, and not even a smile or giggle or squeeze of your knee under the counter, showing he was excited at the thought of it. It didn’t feel right. You had definitely been together long enough to be living together, but he made it sound less than appealing with either option.
“Need to think on it, I guess,” you say softly.
Harry nods, then continues eating. You push your food around with your fork a bit, thinking about the conversation, then stand when he does. You dump your food as he washes his plate and fork.
“You didn’t eat much,” he observes. “Not hungry?”
“Um, no, not really,” you answer. “It was good, though, thank you”
You start to wash your dishes but he takes them from you, kissing your forehead, and grinning at you. You thank him, then finish what you need to do to leave for work.
“I’ll take you to work before I go to the studio,” Harry tells you as he puts his boots on.
“Harry, you don’t have to,” you say, putting your phone into your bag and making sure you have everything you need. “It’s not a long tube ride from here, and it’s out of your way.”
“I didn’t ask,” Harry said without a smile. “I’m taking you. Are you ready?”
You look at him and see that look again. That same one after the confrontation with Alex in the little pub in Cheshire. That look sends a chill over your body, so you don’t argue, looking back into your bag. Harry walks to you, turning you to face him, placing his large hands on either arm.
“I need to know that you’re safe,” Harry says, lovingly. “Just do this for me, okay?”
You nod to him as he kisses you gently. He pulls away, caressing your cheek with his thumb, then kisses you more deeply. You can feel it in his kiss. He loves you. And he does want what is best for you. So, at least for now, you’ll do as he asks, without argument.
As Harry’s car approaches your building, you hear him cuss under his breath. You look at him, then to where he is looking down the street, several feet from your office doors. Five, maybe 6, photographers, standing outside the doors, looking around, chatting with each other, checking their phones and talking no doubt to whoever tipped them off this time.
“How did they find out?” you ask, shocked.
Harry takes a deep breath and exhales deeply. “Are you starting to better understand, sweetheart?” You both just sit and look at the photographers for a moment, then he looks at you.
“Take the service entrance, just there,” you point and he drives around the back of the large building, unbeknownst to the photographers at the front of the building. He drives where you direct him, to a large door that says, “Delivery Entrance”. You look at him and believe the look on his face is probably much like the one on your own.
“Be thinkin’ on it, love,” Harry tells you. “It’ll only get worse.”
Again, you are uncomfortable, and kind of sad, that the way the idea of you and Harry living together is being propositioned to you, is nowhere near the way you had envisioned it to happen. It made it seem like it wasn’t really what he wanted, or at least not yet. You reach to open the door of the car when you feel his hand grasp your arm.
“Hey!” he says, almost growling. “Don’t I get a proper kiss before we have to work?” You grin slightly then give him a quick kiss to his lips, but he still doesn’t let you go. “I believe I said a proper kiss,” he teases with the first real smile you’ve seen from him for awhile. You smile a bit more, leaning to him and kissing his sweet, soft lips. You feel his hand gently on your throat, stroking your jaw lightly with his thumb, as you taste each other’s lips. You lean away, looking at him for approval. “That’s more like it. If I can’t get away to be here by 5 to get you, I’ll have a car waiting. Use this entrance until the photographers get bored of standing around outside the front.” You nod at him again and turn to push your door open. Still feeling his hand grasping you, you turn and look at him. “I love you,” he says warmly. “Know that, don’t ya?”
You smile and nod. “I know. I love you, too.” He smiles again at that, leaning to you for one more kiss, then finally releasing his hold on your arm, allowing you to walk inside your building.
You tried your hardest to work but you couldn’t concentrate. As you sat in the break room eating your lunch alone, Kari walks in with hers and sits next to you.
“Having lunch with all your friends, are you, petal?” she teases, looking around at all the empty chairs.
You smile. “Thought if I came at a busy work time, maybe it would be quiet in here.”
“What’s wrong, darlin’?” she asks, kissing your cheek and hugging you lightly. “Not your normal, chipper self today. Do I need to kick someone’s ass for you?”
You giggle, “No, everything’s okay. Just a lot on my mind, I guess.”
“Tell your best friend all about it,” she encourages. “Bored to tears today.” You stay quiet as you take a bite of your food and look at her. “Come on, out with it. Ain’t got all day, ya know.”
“You just said you’re bored to tears today,” you chastise.
Kari rolls her eyes at you as she bites into her food. “What’s happening? Trouble with the boyfriend? No fornicating happening lately or something?”
You chuckle slightly then shake your head. “No, everything is fine. He…actually asked me to move in with him this morning.”
“Well, I’ll be a monkey’s ass, you’re moving in with him?!” she blurts loudly.
“Shh,” you chide, “I don’t know yet, Kari.”
“What? Are you insane?” she yells and you beg her to be quiet. “Sweetheart, do you know how many women and gay men…hell, straight men, for that matter…around the world would give their right testicle to live with Harry Styles?”
“No, Kar,” you chortle, “How many women around the world would give their right testicle to live with Harry Styles?”
“All of them!” she shouts. “Every last fuckin’ one of them!” You giggle at her excitement. “Why aren’t you jumpin’ for joy about it, darlin’?”
“Because, Kar,” you say, trying to bring the volume levels down once again. “Because, I don’t know if I’m going to accept or not yet.”
“Why the bloody hell not?!” she reprimands. “Sweetheart, this is wonderful news! Why wouldn’t you want to live with the most amazing boyfriend you’ve ever had, who just happens to live in a multi-million dollar home, one of many I’m sure, around the world. Are you ill?” she says, feeling your forehead.
“Because,” you continue. “Because, when he asked, it wasn’t sweet, and special, and romantic, like I’d been dreaming about. Like every girl dreams about. It was almost like…I don’t know, an offer, like he was proposing a business deal. Either I accept extravagant amounts of additional security measures, or I move into his house. It just didn’t feel right.”
As you talk and begin to clean up your mess to go back to your desk, your phone buzzes with a text.
So romantic. You take a deep breath, reply with a simple ‘no’, leave it at that, and go back to work. At the end of your day, you are beyond ready to go home. You walk to the front doors of the building, and as you see the small hoard of photographers talking and adjusting this or that on their equipment, you remember Harry was supposed to meet you at the back of the building. You quickly walk there, but as you open the door, you see a black car, with a driver standing by the door. You sigh and walk to the car, allowing him to open it for you, and get inside. That meant Harry would probably be working late, and you would be forced to sit and think about the subject all night, driving yourself mad in the process.
As you realize the driver is going the opposite direction from your home, you question him.
“Excuse me?” you say as he turns his head slightly to listen. “My home is that direction.”
“Miss,” he nods. “Harry asked me to take you to his house.”
“Why? If he’s working…?” you ask him, like he was supposed to have the answer.
“I’m sorry, miss, I don’t know,” he kindly answers. “He asked me to pick you up and take you back to his house.”
“Thank you,” you reply, confused but accepting. No doubt he wanted to discuss it more after he gets home from work.
When the car pulled into the drive of the large home, you walk to the front door. As you begin to open it, the knob pulls away gently from your hand, and you look up to see Harry standing in front of you.
“Hello, love,” he says sweetly, smiling at you and kissing your lips, one hand on the door, the other hand on your waist. “How was your day?”
“It…was fine, thanks,” you say, pleasantly surprised. “How was yours?”
“It was fine, too,” he hugs you, pulling you inside and closing the door behind you. You start to pull out of the hug but he only draws you closer to him. You especially loved the long, drawn-out, warm hugs from him. His hands slowly caressing up and down your back, his face buried into your neck, sweet kisses being planted on your skin over and over. It felt like…home.
Harry takes your hand, walking you through the hallway toward the dining room, where you see a beautifully set table, complete with a delicious meal and lit candles, soft music playing in the background. You look at him, sweetly surprised.
“What’s this?” you ask, confused but happy.
“Can’t a man make a delicious meal for the woman he loves?” he beams at you.
You smile with a bit of tears building, but you blink them away. “Of course,” you say, “But why?”
He stands facing you, holding your hands. “I thought about our conversation this morning, and I realized how cold it sounded. Honestly couldn’t shake the thought of it out of my head all morning, the look in your eyes. By noon I decided I was never going to get any work done if I didn’t relieve the stress from my mind over it, and show you the proper way that conversation should have happened.”
“Harry, you don’t…” you start but he silences you, placing his finger over your lips, then softly brushing his thumb across them.
“Had this evening planned out for a good month or so already,” he admits. “Fucked it up this morning because of what happened with the photographers last night. Let me try again?” He looks at you with a pouty face then grins. “Please?”
You grin at him and kiss his lips gently, accepting the returned kiss he applies to your lips. Harry pulls out your chair, always the gentleman, and you enjoy a beautiful, romantic meal together. After a lovely evening of talking, giggles, music, and wine, Harry takes your hand, turns off the lights, and walks you quietly into his bedroom. He closes the door behind you both and turns to kiss you. He stands, looking at your face, and smiles slightly. “So beautiful,” he says softly. “Not sure you can yet truly understand how deeply I feel for you. But I hope you never doubt it.”
“I don’t doubt it,” you gently say. “You mean so much to me, Harry.”
You feel his strong arms engulf around your shoulders as his lips begin a path of gentle kisses down your neck. You feel his teeth lightly nicking at your collarbone as his hands slide slowly from your shoulders down to your ass. You feel the slight gathering of warmth beginning to travel under your skin. He leans away, taking your hand and turning. You follow his lead as he walks past the large bed and into the washroom. It’s an enormous washroom, with every luxury a person could possibly need, but in that moment, those luxuries are the last thing on your mind. You stand still as he kisses you softly, then walks around, lighting numerous candles he has thoughtfully placed all around the large room. As he finishes, he looks at you with a grin, and turns the bright lights of the overhead bulb off, leaving the room illuminated beautifully by the vast array of candlelight.
Harry walks back to where you are still standing, not moving a muscle, and holds you closely from behind. You feel his beautiful pink lips kiss your neck as his hands move methodically over your body. His fingertips press firmly into your waist and hips as he tastes your skin, nibbling on your shoulder. His hands feel firm as they fondle your breasts, clutching each in his grasp, pulling you as closely against his body as he can. He releases them for a moment as he slowly unzips the zipper on the back of your dress, separating the fabric and sliding it down your body until it puddles at your feet. You move your hands behind you enough to grab his hips and hold them tightly to your own, feeling the lump in his pants becoming more prominent against your ass. His hand slowly moves back around your body as one of them wraps around your waist, and the other one moves gently over the fabric of your panties. He cups you in his large hand, rubbing you slowly through the silky fabric of your panties. His lips trail up your neck to your jaw, as he uses his free hand to gently pull your jaw around for your lips to meet his. He licks your bottom lip, biting it lightly, tasting your tongue as you tease, all the while still rubbing and cupping you in his hand.
“Feel you getting wet for me, love,” he breathes into your ear. “Knickers are soakin’ through already.” You nod without saying a word, loving the sensations he is already mastering inside of you. You feel his free hand lift your chin. “Open your eyes, kitten,” he whispers. You do, not even realizing you had closed them in the first place. He nods forward. “Want you to watch what I do to you. Want you to see how fuckin’ beautiful you are when you cum.” You hadn’t realized you were directly facing the large mirror over the smooth stone vanity until then. Harry always loved to watch everything sexual you and he did together, and now you know why. Watching his hand cupping you, his other hand working over your nipple through the lacy fabric of your bra with his fingers, all the while as he watches your body, your eyes, your expressions…yeah, you understood why now.
You don’t know how he manages to flick open the clasp on your bra with only one hand, but you’ve decided in that moment he is a genius. He gently tosses the offending clothing onto the floor, then raises his hand once again to find your erect nipples waiting for his touch again. He pulls them gently, one at time, between his thumb and fingers, biting gently into your neck as you both watch in the mirror. He feels your hips buck into his hand a bit. He slides his finger over the fabric, causing it to disappear inside of you from the force of his finger against your slit. He rubs the fabric back and forth along your clit, as his other fingers caress up and down your lips. You feel him tugging at your nipples while biting your neck a bit more forcefully. You aren’t sure which sensation is greater and you begin finding it more difficult to keep your eyes open. You begin grinding against his hand as you hear him moan quietly in your ear. “That’s it. Cum fo’ me, pet. First of many, I promise.” The promise of multiple orgasms is all it took to send you over the edge as your breathing increases and you moan, grabbing the clothes still on Harry’s body closely behind you as your body shakes. You release another moan as you tremble from the orgasm you are experiencing, slowing your breathing as it begins to ease. “Good, baby, good,” Harry praises, as he pushes your panties down your hips and to the floor.
You stay standing where you are as you notice Harry quickly undressing and starting the shower water. It was a gorgeous open shower, large enough for several people, much less two. He made sure the water temperature was perfect as he finished undressing himself and took your hand.
“Come,” he tells you as he leads you into the stream of water. You eagerly follow him as he begins passionately kissing you, his tongue lapping at yours, sucking your lips into his, biting at your jaw. He was without question leaving bite marks and hickies on you, and you loved it. The excitement of the moment with the slight pain was gratifying. Painful pleasure. He kissed you over and over again, his arms never leaving their place around your body, holding you tightly between his body and the tiled shower wall. At some point he managed to lather both of your bodies, but you were in such a euphoric haze, you barely remember it. You feel a blast of water suddenly hit you below and your eyes shoot open. The amazing power of multiple, adjustable shower heads, you thought. You feel Harry keep the pressure right on your clit as you pant against his neck, biting it and hearing a full-throttled moan escape his throat.
Harry moves you out of the direct streams and spreads your thighs open with his leg. You feel by the nibbles and bites he trails from your neck, down your body, that he is becoming more aggressive. He kisses your belly, kneeling in front of you, moving his eager mouth lower, before blowing hot breath on your sensitive areas. He layers kisses…beautiful hot, wet kisses…all around you until you are dripping from the pleasure of it, begging for him.
“Please…Harry, please…” you plead, urging him closer by caressing his head and jetting your pubic bone forward. “Please…”
Instantly you feel an intense lick of his tongue from the bottom of your lips to the top of your clit, and you catch your breath, pulling his hair unintentionally. He likes the pain of the stinging of his scalp and does it again, causing a loud moan from your throat. You hear a long moan from Harry, that sounds like he is having more pleasure from it than you are, but that couldn’t be possible, could it? You feel him use your juices to coat his fingers, as he sucks gently on each of your lips. He feels you sink down on his face slightly and he groans in pleasure again. He parts you with his fingers, sinking them into you, as his mouth manipulates your tiny nub until it feels like it could explode. Harry covers your clit with his mouth, flicking the little button furiously. You moan loudly, pulling his hair again. You feel the vibration of his moan on you and see stars. He hears your breathing become more rapid, vacuuming his lips around you, his fingers stroking you as you balloon inside. You pant loudly as if you were giving birth.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” you yell, writhing under him, but he is merciless and doesn’t release you at all. You feel your muscles contracting as your body shakes in orgasm, warmth spreading over you, as you holler out one more time, your juices exploding onto Harry’s face and mouth. He continues sucking and stroking you until he feels your trembling subsiding a bit but not stopping yet. Harry immediately stands and turns you to face the wall, stroking his cock a couple of times and rubbing it against your well-lubricated lips, before thrusting deeply inside of you. “Oh God!” you nearly beg for mercy, but it just felt too good to want it to end. He pounds his full length into you deeply, over and over again. You can hear his panting against your ear and the side of your face.
“Oh, you feel so good, baby,” he spoke, almost breathlessly into your ear. “Fuck, always feel so good for me.” He pushes deeply forward as his fingers quickly find your clit and begin circling it again. You nearly whimper a cry, unsure how much more you can take, but not wanting him to stop. He presses you nearly flat against the shower wall, thrusting harder and faster. Your hands raise above your head and drop at the elbow until your fingers once again find his damp, curly locks and tug firmly. You feel that familiar build up again, as your body begins to tremble inside and you tighten around him.
You hear Harry moan, puffing loud breaths into your ear. He’s full inside of you and you feel him pulsing against your walls. “Need…need ya’ to cum for me now, love,” he says. “Need ya to…” Before he can even finish saying it again, you moan loudly as your body quakes. Your pussy squeezes him, milking brutally, as you hear Harry grunt loudly next to your ear, feeling him push one more aggressive thrust into you before holding himself deeply inside of you, allowing your walls to squeeze him to completion. You feel his dick pumping his seed into you, as you both continue to face the shower wall, trying to recover the act of breathing. A moment later, you realize you still have a good hold of his hair, and release it, rubbing his scalp.
“Sorry, babe,” you say, taking a deep breath. “Sorry.” You feel him shake his head, letting you know to not apologize for it. You feel him kissing your shoulder, and move your hand to his cheek, caressing him. He kisses your hand, then your cheek, then leans away, relieving the pressure of his weight off your backside. He turns you to face him, looking into your eyes, both of you looking spent, but in the best way possible. He kisses you sweetly for a long moment, tasting you once again, then holding you, simply loving the feel of you in his arms.
After a quick clean, the two of you make your way into the bedroom and collapse into his bed. He lays close to you, facing you as you lay on your back, peppering your shoulder and neck with gentle kisses. You lean your head toward him so that his forehead is pressing gently against your temple.
“I’m sorry that this morning, I made you moving in with me, sound like it wasn’t important to me or something,” he speaks softly to you. “I didn’t mean for it to sound that way, I just…I worry for your safety, and my mind was in that mode. I never want anyone to hurt you. I want to take care of you.”
You turn your head and kiss him sweetly. “It’s okay,” you reply.
“Babe,” he says, looking more directly at you, as your heads rest on the same pillow, “I’ve been planning how to ask you to move in with me for weeks now. I was just thrown by everything that happened. But I want you to live with me, if you want it, too. My home is…closer to your work…more central to everything than yours…has amazing security…and I’ll make sure you safely get anywhere you need to go. I worry about you when you’re at your house, and I’m here or away. I want you with me. I want you around me.” You see the serious but loving look on his face as he caresses yours. “Move in with me, please?”
Like the cliff hanger? *insert maniacal laugh here.
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WHAT IF THE SUT US UF AND SF SKELEBROS SAW THEIR SO HAD BROKEN A BONE
S C R E M IS WHAT THEY’D DO
These are gonna be short and (sweet) retarded. I’m really sorry but you wrote that in caps and I really wanna do that. If you want something serious tell us! - Mod Feve
P.S- This is while they’re stll underground and have N O idea humans have bones.
P.P.S- I THINK I’M FUNNY AND THIS MIGHT BE A BIIITT OFFENSIVE SO IF YOU’RE AGAINST THAT READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS. And yes I won’t mind if people start hating on me because of it.
He’d probably lose his sh*t. Like no more chill Sans he’s not in snowdin anymore he’s all the way in Hotland where nothing is chill and everything d i e s. He’s completely gone until either you scream at him to shut up and help you, or Papyrus’ll do it for you.
Intense Nyehing all the way to Hotland, too. Although he’s never been chill, seeing that you had a f**king bone sticking out of your skin, he’s just extremely freaked out, until he figures out that his theory about humans descending from skeletons is right, then he forgets. Until you tell him to gET YOU SOME HELP BECAUSE IT REALLY HURT S.
Yeah no this one legit faints. Might have gagged a bit. It’s not the fact that the bone is sticking out of the skin, but just that you b ro k e it. (vietnam flash backs for Sans) So… uhm, well after he wakes up and chill the heck down, he’ll try to help you, even if Pap’s (who can’t even look) trying to tell him that you should handle that yourself.
Now he can’t stand it. He tries to look all tough and scold you about breaking a bone, but listen, you’ve broken a bo n e. The base of your body brOKE. YOU ARE IN PA I N. So yeah, he’s uncomfortably nyehing under his breath, and he’ll somehow help you out. After scolding you to get rid of the gross feeling.
I’m pretty sure the whole town thought he was the one who broke a bone. His screaming is so freaking loud. He thinks this is just a dream and that you’re not hurt, that you can never be hurt (lil’ cinnamon bun). So well, Pap has to help you up and get you to the couch because Sans is up in his room rocking himself forward and backwards muttering the Sponge Bob theme song.
LisTEN. THE CARROT IS S C A R R E D. He’s gonna help you get somewhere where you can lay down and try to stop the pain, but once he’s done everything possible, he’ll try to get somewhere calm (his room) anD S C R E M. Maybe he’ll need some therapy becauSE YOU BROKE A B ON E. A BBONE. BONY. BONY BONY BONE OH GOD THEY BROKE A BONE.
Now he could have passed out from this the moment he heard the snap. But the only thing keeping him going is the fact that if he freaks out people will think he’s not so menacing. So, well he’s shivering and ordering Papyrus to get you to the couch, while he goes upstairs to check in his resources how to heal human bones. He’s actually trying to erase the memory out of his head with any method he can find. The best one yet is watching kittens and puppies be happy and play (no one SHALL KNOW. NO WITNESSES).
He hasn’t been out of his room for 10 hours.
He’s been unconscious for about ten minutes, and he shows no sign of actually waking up. Well, he is tossing and turning on the ground, until he accidentally touches the spot where the broken bone is and you sCREM. That was a good wake up call. He sCREMS too and well he’s freaking out. You yell at him to help you (because come on we all do that when we’re feeling like that) and it’s only after you’re on the couch, slightly less in pain that he starts apologizing over and over and BAM. Back on the ground he goes.
You can see that I have given this no effort at all i am so sorry I hope you enjoy
The imagine is: “What all the skelebros would do if reader got cancer? How they reacted when they found out from the doctor, how the treatment was for them mentally (cause chemotherapy fucking sucks) and their brothers being there for them and giving them hope, and how they react when the reader got better right when they thought she was gonna die.”
This was submitted by @sparkly-potato-wasteland, who is a total sweetheart and one of the nicest people ever, because her friend is going through this at the moment. I know it doesn’t have as much fluff as it probably should, but I hope it’s all right. <3
He’s the one that insisted you go to the doctor in the first place, even if he made a few jokes and puns about you being as lethargic as him before he realized you were getting sicker. Hearing the word cancer immediately terrifies him–he knows what it means. Cancer may not be a thing for monsters, but he’s studied enough about humans to know what kind of havoc it can cause on a human’s body. He’s the one that keeps a level head despite his internal turmoil; he’s always been good at pushing his emotions to the back-burner, to process them during the nights when he can’t sleep and ends up alone with his thoughts. He asks the doctor all the major questions–treatment options, surgery, chemo, success rates, the size of the tumor–and he jots down notes. He’s going to research everything he can about all of it, and then he’s going to make sure you’re going to the best hospital.
But he doesn’t tell you any of this. Instead, he keeps his usual grin in-place and shrugs. "you can beat this, kiddo. you’re the strongest person i know.“
He means every word.
He never tells you how worried he is, or how this diagnosis–and watching you suffer through chemo–has driven him back into drinking. He starts thinking about RESETs, and on his darker days, when you’re sleeping and he’s spending the night at Grillby’s, he calls up Frisk and starts slurring about having them RESET. If anything happens to you… he’ll just make them RESET everything, despite their promise not to.
Nothing’s ever been permanent before, so why should it start now?
To your face, however, he’s still his usual self, encouraging you and making jokes and puns. He watches whatever you like while you rest your head in his lap, but he isn’t sleeping. He worries all the time, and of course Papyrus notices. Thankfully, his brother is a pillar of positivity that takes care of both of you. After all, Papyrus has grown to love you like a member of the family, so you often end up with both skeletons lying with you on the bed or couch.
Papyrus keeps reassuring Sans–and he confronts him late one night about his drinking–and Sans finally lets a few of his worries slip out. It makes him feel lighter, telling someone; especially when Papyrus assures him that everything will be all right. He’s so confident that Sans believes him.
It’s a rocky road to recovery. At one point, the doctors are laying out the worst-case scenario, and Sans can feel his usual smile slipping. However, right before you’re going into surgery, he grabs your hand and looks you directly in the eye. "it’s going to be ok.”
He’s so serious that he resists the easy pun. And he was right; you pull through and he stays with you when everything hurts and you can barely stomach anything. He gets you food infused with magic, and he’s there whenever you need anything–as is Papyrus.
And when you’re sleeping in his lap, and he’s watching your serene expression with a soft smile, he whispers into the night, “see? told ya you’re the strongest person i know.”
Papyrus doesn’t understand what cancer is, so the word doesn’t scare him like it should.
“OH, SO YOU’RE SICK? THE DOCTORS WILL GET YOU MEDICINE, RIGHT?” His brows are furrowed, and he looks worried. He thought your just had a cold. Sans is the one that ends up explaining the diagnosis to him, since you don’t have the heart to tell Paps–and you’re struggling to accept it yourself.
Papyrus is panicking on the inside, but he’ll never let it show. "DON’T WORRY! I KNOW THE HUMAN DOCTORS KNOW WHAT THEY’RE DOING! SANS ASSURED ME THAT YOU’LL BE GETTING THE BEST TREATMENT! AND I’LL BE HERE IF YOU NEED ANYTHING AT ALL!“
He’s as attentive as he says, doing everything possible for you. Watching you go through the treatments is the toughest part, however. When you’re weak and throwing up, he feels helpless. Sans helps him find things that you can keep down, forbidding Papryus from cooking for you himself. Papyrus is continuously positive, always reassuring you. "YOUR BODY IS STRONG, HUMAN! IT’S FIGHTING THIS! THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL NOT LET ANYTHING HAPPEN TO YOU, SO DON’T WORRY!!”
He doesn’t even let Sans know how worried he is, but he does ask Sans all sorts of questions about the treatment and how safe the surgery is. Papyrus will always be your pillar of strength, and Sans wisely refuses to let him look up anything on the internet. If he knew just what surgery entailed, he would likely start crying.
Still, when you’re being brought back for surgery, he never stops smiling and holding your hand, giving you encouraging words. “I’LL BE RIGHT HERE WHEN YOU WAKE UP! AND WHEN YOU FEEL BETTER, WE’LL GO WHEREVER YOU WANT, AND I’LL COOK ALL YOUR FAVORITE FOODS!” He paces for hours in the waiting area, and it’s Sans that tells him everything will be fine. He really needed to hear it.
And, well–Sans is right. Papyrus showers you with skeletal kisses, punctuating each clink of his teeth against your skin with a loud “MUAH!” for emphasis. And when you feel better, he takes you to all your favorite places and absolutely dotes on you, providing cuddles, kisses, and positivity.
Red doesn’t handle the news well.
He knows what cancer is; his background involved experimenting on studying humans before he left The Lab. He knows how fragile humans can be– how fragile everything can be. It’s why he kept you at arms’ length for the longest time, keeping his flirting playful and casual. But, he’s fallen for you–big-time–and he’ll be damned if he lets anything happen to you now.
He threatens the doctors when you’re not around and researches the best treatment options. He’s grouchy toward everyone except you–even his brother. He ends up fighting with Edge when he’s in a particularly bad mood, and when Edge realizes what’s going on, he actually cuts Red some slack.
You’re asleep when Red’s drinking in the living room, staring at the static on the TV in his own personal hell. Edge grabs him by the front of his sweater and jerks him off the couch. Automatically, Red’s eyesocket wisps to life with magic, his sharp teeth bared in a growl that Edge simply scowls at, unperturbed.
“DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS HELPING? STOP BEING SO PATHETIC AND PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER! THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU, SANS!”
That actually gets through to Red, and he changes his perspective. He’s always been sweet to you throughout this, cuddling you and rubbing your back when you feel sick and your body aches. He tries every food he can think of to help you keep it down, and he’ll use his magic to teleport/levitate you around with ease.
When you’re gearing up for surgery, he’s a bundle of nervous energy, but he still manages a smile as he rubs his hand along your arm. “sweetheart, everything’ll be fine. you’re tough; it’s what i like about’cha. we’ll watch tons of shitty mtt re-runs after this and laugh at the terrible actin’, just ya wait.”
He paces and wrings his hands in the waiting room. Edge has to tell him to stop and be still, so he reluctantly complies, but fidgets the entire time. Once it’s over, he sighs in relief as he watches you slowly come to. He’s holding your hand, touching your face like you’re made of glass, and there are red-tinted tears glinting in his sockets.
“hey, sweetheart.” His voice is thick and even gruffer than usual. “ya did great. everything’s gonna be ok now, and ’m not leavin’ your side for a minute.”
Edge doesn’t understand the term, and his bony brows furrow together. Human biology isn’t something he’s all that familiar with, aside from what he already knows about your body. Illnesses elude him, and the more the doctor explains, the angrier he begins to feel. You’re strong–you’re kind–you’re everything he’s ever wanted. You’ve never done anything to deserve this, and yet you have something attacking your body from within.
He doesn’t know how to protect you.
He’s quiet when he gets home, his body tense. “…. ARE YOU FEELING ALL RIGHT?” Even though he’s stressed, he’s going to make sure you’re okay. He’s going to read to you while you lie on the couch, cuddled up to his chest, and once you fall asleep, he’ll hold you for a moment before he sneaks off to spend the night researching everything he can. He’ll even swallow his pride and call Alphys up, even though he thinks she’s a “CRAZY BITCH” and ask for her input. Red ends up being the one to explain a few things to him, and when he notices how tense his brother is, Red moves to touch his shoulder. Edge flinches, but doesn’t bat him away.
“…it’s gonna be ok, boss. they’re tough.”
He’s intimidating during doctor’s visits; he doesn’t want anyone to touch you, but he lets them because he’s been told it’s for the best. He glowers at everyone, but his expression softens whenever he looks at you. He’s never encountered anything like this; he’s always been able to confront any issue head-on, to do whatever it takes to protect his family. The fact that you might… that you could…
NO. He resolutely does not even entertain the idea. He’s going to will you better with his stubborn attitude.
When you’re going into surgery, he stands beside you, tenderly touching your cheek. “….I WON’T LET THEM MESS THIS UP, ALL RIGHT? I’LL BURN THIS PLACE TO THE GROUND IF IT COMES TO THAT.” It’s an empty threat, but it makes you smile regardless. He’s always been so dramatic with his threats. “BUT YOU’RE STUBBORN, AND YOU’LL BE FINE. I KNOW HOW STRONG YOU ARE, HOW RESILIENT!”
He works on his traps in a notebook while he’s in the waiting room in an attempt to distract himself and channel his nervous energy into something productive. As soon as you’re out and moved to a room, he’s immediately at your side; the nurses have to work around him. He wants to make sure you know he’s been there the entire time.
“How’d it go?” you manage to voice, still groggy.
Edge smirks. “WELL, THE BUILDING’S STILL STANDING.”
He stays by your side, sleeping uncomfortably in a chair during your hospital stay. When you’re released, he does the unthinkable and takes personal time off work to take care of you, doing everything in his power to make sure you’re not in pain and recovering your strength.
From this point forward, he’ll be even more protective over you than usual.
Imagine the world getting to know you because of Chris.
A/N: Part 3! This one’s kind of like a filler piece, if I’m being honest. Still cute, but not as cute as what’s to come. 😉😏 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2’)
Chris felt like throwing his phone when he saw yet another mean comment about you appear under his latest tweet. He knew it was jealousy, but it didn’t stop him from being angry. He wished he’d just kept his mouth shut until you graduated so the scrutiny and ridicule wouldn’t affect your studies, which you’d assured him a few times it hadn’t and wouldn’t. You’d been a fan of his for a while now, so you knew what his previous girlfriends went through- Jenny Slate, especially. So you were prepare for whatever the public was to throw your way, that and you had a group of very supportive and protective ladies constantly reminding you that you weren’t at all what they were saying about you: your mom, Chris’ mom and sisters, and Ava- of course. Then there were a group of writers: Salma, Taylor, Tori, amongst other names; girls you’d befriended over your years on Tumblr, who- to your surprise- swore they’d defend you despite your being with their beloved Christopher Robert Evans. As it turned out, your mini-series swayed them and they were now just happy that Chris was going to finally get the life, and love he deserved.
Chris’ phone buzzed as another comment popped up, he was about to turn off his phone when he saw that it was one of his fans defending you from the previous remark. He smiled because there seemed to be more in support of his relationship with you than against, so perhaps he didn’t really have all that much to complain about. His publicist was in agreement about not complaining as she was using his successful relationship with a fan to humanize him. She said, and he quote, “Chris Evans, all round nice guy with a heart so pure he falls in-love with the soul and not a status.” He wasn’t particularly happy about her using you to humanize him because that wasn’t what your relationship was about; he truly loved you. But you were; you wanted people to know how real and genuine Chris was, to see him as more than just Chris Evans, Captain America. You wanted people to see him as you did: underrated actor, transcendent director, amazing fiancé, and soon-to-be perfect husband and fantastic father. Your expectations may have seemed a little high to others, but you knew for a fact they weren’t unrealistic at all.
“I feel like this is my fault,” Anthony held out the latest copy of People Magazine for Chris to take, who did it and sighed upon seeing another headliner about the two of you. “I’m so sorry, man. I should have never said anything.” Chris waved him off, shrugging. “Did you at least tell Y/N it was my fault?” Anthony quizzed and got a head shake from Chris. “But I was the one who spilled the beans, I was the big mouth who said ‘bet you’re excited to get back to that fiancée of yours’ when you mentioned her name.”
“Yes you are, but she doesn’t need to know that. She won’t hold a grudge against me, but she might against you and we don’t want that considering you’ve just met each other.” Chris said and Anthony nodded in agreement, sighing at his negligence of keeping Chris’ and your engagement a secret. “She’s a fan of yours, but-”
“She’s a bigger fan of you,” Anthony rolled his eyes and Chris nodded, chuckling. “Yeah yeah, we’ve all read the damn mini-series where you’re just the perfect guy.” Anthony tried to be annoyed, but he couldn’t knowing how happy his friend was with you. “The kid really needs to stop putting you up on a pedestal and see you for the slob you really are.”
“Jealousy will get you nowhere, Mackie,” Chris joked and Anthony laughed. “At least she looks pretty in the picture,” Chris sighed with a smile when he let his gaze fall onto the magazine. The photo was a paparazzi shot of you leaving school with the headline 'Chris Evans’ fiancée, Y/N Y/L/N, star pupil at UCLA’. “God, can’t they just leave her alone?” Chris groaned, flipping open the magazine to check out the article; he was annoyed, but curious. “I know she’s interesting, but do they really need to write an article about her?”
“It’s a pretty good article, paps invading her privacy aside.” Anthony told Chris as he took Robert’s actor’s chair which was next to Chris. “They talk about her in school, the course she’s taking, and how they can see why you’re so smitten with her. It’s not one of those articles where she’s berated for how she looks, or what’s she wearing. It’s an actual intellectual journalist taking proper interest in the girl Chris Evans is with.”
“How rare,” Chris commented with a soft chuckle then proceeded to read the article whereas Anthony headed for his trailer as he was done for the day. Chris read the first paragraph and realized Anthony was right about it being a good article. The whole thing praised you, stating you were “a girl with big dreams and even bigger talents”; they even called you his “forever.” He smiled because he agreed, you were his forever. So what if some of his 'fans’ didn’t support the relationship? He had those who actually saw you for who you were, seeing how successful this relationship was going to be despite the age gap and the difference in social status- not that it mattered considering where you were going to end up once you graduated.
His phone started buzzing under his leg and he put the magazine on Robert’s chair while he reached to answer the call. He smiled when he saw your name and picture pop up on the screen, he found himself admiring your beautiful smile for a little while before he answered. He was missing you, that was for sure. “Good evening, my love.” He greeted and heard you giggle, making his smile reach his eyes. “Aren’t you in a very good mood,” he chuckled, “what’s going on?”
“Nothing, I just like hearing you call me your love,” you admitted and he chuckled again. “Are you filming, am I disturbing you?” You quickly asked before you continued talking, knowing you’d get him in trouble if he was due. It wasn’t like you had anything important to tell him, you just wanted to talk and hear his voice.
“No, I’m free,” he answered. “I’m never not free for you.”
“You keep saying that and Kevin’s going to hate me and fire you,” you giggled, making him laugh. “But I appreciate it, it’s good to hear your voice.” You told him and he smiled, silently agreeing that it was good to hear yours too. “Though I’ve been listening to it for the past hour, it’s still good to hear it.”
“What do you mean you’ve been listening to it for the past hour?”
“Anna’s podcast,” you told him. “You and Jenny could not be more obvious with the fawning,” you teased him and he rolled his eyes, chuckling. “Do we sound like that when we talk?” You quizzed, but didn’t give him time to respond. “God, no wonder Ava calls us insufferable. She says it with a smile so we think she’s joking, but if we sound like that- I don’t think she’s joking.”
Chris could honestly listen to you ramble on about nothing, bombard him with your random thoughts and queries forever, and not get bored. There was just something about you that kept him entertained, so much so that he could even give up Sunday football for that. Now that thought assured him that you were his one true love, 'cause nothing was more important than football and Tom Brady- nothing until you, of course.
“I love you,” Chris chuckled, cutting your rambling short.
You smiled at his sincerity, a little heat even rushed to your cheeks. “I love you too, baby.” He smiled back, then chuckled softly; he was still in awe that you were his fiancée. “And I can’t wait for these next thirty weeks to be over so I can be with you again.”
“Oh, so we’re counting weeks now?” Chris quizzed with an amused smirk, then chuckled when you noised confirmation. “Yeah, I gotcha. For some reason when we used months it seemed as though we added time, like when we were at two- we were really only at seven weeks.” You nodded with pursed lips. “Okay then, thirty weeks it is. I can’t wait to be reunited with you, my love,” he said with a smile that could be heard.
⚠Warning:⚠ If you are uncomfortable with the subject of m!preg in the following… I suggest you politely skip over this post.
This is an art/fic trade with @cooterblaster who has suggested some pregnant UT Papyrus. This is infact my first fanfic and do hope you all enjoy this little concoction I summoned. ♡
Angelic laughter can be heard as a pair of naked palms trace a jelly mound that contains nothing but a radiating soul rooted at the center.
“I THINK THEY LIKE THAT, DARLING~.” The pregnant skeleton hummed sweetly as he leans his spine against his edgier reflection.
“NYAH HA HA, ARE YOU SURE THAT IT ISN’T YOU THAT LIKES THAT?” Fell pushes into the headboard with a snicker, holding his loved one close and giving his small share of mandible kisses.
“NY’M…” The rounded cheekbones flush an orange hue and tossed the skull away out of complete fluster. When has his boyfriend never figured out anything? Papyrus keeps his sights elsewhere with his metaphorical lips sealed.
An inaudible snort was made from Edge’s nasal cavity from the silent treatment. He leant in close to rattle the other’s bones a little with a teasing grope of the soon-to-be mother’s breast and a sweet coo into the temporal. “WANT YOUR DARLING TO MAKE YOU SOME BREAKFAST, FLUFFY BUN?”
Never has the younger monster felt so violated from just a grope, he turns around to rant at Edge, but paused immediately after noting the subject of food. “THAT IS SO SWEET OF YOU~. IS IT POSSIBLE YOU CAN MAKE ME SPAGHETTI TOPPED WITH….. KETCHUP?” Both eyes sparkle Edge’s way.
What the fuck was the thought that went through the older one’s skull, trying to process what Papyrus just said. It was almost as if it was some foreign text. He understands that pasta was Papyrus’s favorite food, but drowned with his brother’s nectar of a condiment? Fell had no realization that cravings can get so… how would he put this in nicer terms? Bizarre. “DO YOU MEAN TOMATO SAUCE?”
“I KNOW WHAT I MEAN, EDGE.” The monster replied in a snobbish tone as the hormones get to the best of him and looks to the side, folding his arms in a huff with glowing cheekbones.
“I WAS ONLY CLARIFYING… I DID NOT MEAN TO UPSET YOU.” Edge reassures the other in a whisper with a peck on the forehead, rising up from the mattress.
“WAIT DOWNSTAIRS UNTIL I FINISH.” The skeleton with drawn-on scars exits the room and makes his way into the kitchen, preparing the morning dish.
Meanwhile the master chef cooks… the pregnant monster upstairs cautiously works his way up and out of the bedroom. Papyrus settles both metacarpals along the ectoplasmic belly, rubbing away the hunger pains.
“PHOOO… NYEH…” Paps exhaled a short breath of air, soothing the little heart with his voice. “NO NEED TO BE SO TROUBLESOME IN THERE. WE WILL EAT… JUST AS SOON AS I CAN MANAGE TO GET TO THE TABLE.” A bead of sweat trickled down from the thought. Who knows how long it might take him to get to the dining room… with a belly the size of his… probably a while. His fiance did tell him that he should take his time to prevent the risk of injury to him and the baby he carries.
“I GOT THIS.” Papyrus repeats this phrase multiples of times to himself for motivation whilst waddling his way through the hallway. After a bit of steady waddles, he takes it step by step down the staircase with a brief pause in between to breathe.
About ten minutes later…
A steaming plate of nothing but a mound of spaghetti drenched in ketchup sits in front of Papyrus. “YOUR BREAKFAST HAS BEEN SERVED BY THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS~.” Edge couldn’t help but state the old saying and doesn’t take his sockets off Papyrus.
Paps stares at the meal that reaks of vinegar and peers up at the skeleton observing, pushing the plate over to him with a sassy toss of his head.
"w-wait what do you mean I’m gonna be a dad? y-you don’t m-mean your…“ His skull is full on red at this point and sweat is practically rolling off him in streams. He was not ready for this announcement in the least. He’s silent for a solid two or three minutes trying to digest the information. Gradually his skull becomes a little less red and his sweat dies off a little. "a-are you sure? th-that you want me in-involved i mean. i’m not exactly dad of the year material after all.” Bright red tears start peaking over the rims of his eye sockets as he slowly begins shaking. The best course of action at this point is to set him down and cuddle while you reassure him. It takes him awhile to adjust to the news but once he does a quiet, tentative excitement begins to peek through.
"h-heh, what do you think they’re gonna look like? obviously they’re gonna be the cutest baby bones ever, but do you think they’ll look more like me or you? heh, maybe they’ll end up looking kinda like paps, he’d love that.“ "okay, but do you think they’ll be a boy or a girl?” “i hope they inherit your beautiful soul sweetheart.” “can we name them after a font?” “Sans NO!” “heh, sans yes.” He’s really excited even if he’s nervous about how reliable he’ll be as a dad.
During the pregnancy he’s going to be cuddled up with you constantly, trying to hear the baby or see it’s soul long before anything shows. Good luck trying to get him to do anything for you, he’s probably more of a hindrance than anything with his constant clinging. He’s the most understanding about cravings though. He eats some pretty weird stuff on his own, he has no right to judge you.
Once they’re born though, nerves increase 500%. He probably won’t hold his baby without quite a bit of coaxing, he’s so nervous he’s going to hurt the little one. He’ll be a little distant for the first few days, but the first time his baby laughs at him he’s hooked. He’s making faces, wiggling his fingers, and punning like never before. He will do anything to make them smile. If he hears them crying he’s teleporting as fast as he can to fix it. The first time he accidentally causes them to cry he’s about ready to break down crying about how bad of a dad he is. He’s going to need a lot of support in raising this kid, but he will NEVER abandon them.
"I’M GOING TO BE A DAD?! I DON’T KNOW HOW TO DEFEND A CHILD! WE NEED TO CALL SANS, AND FIGURE OUT HOW TO KEEP OTHERS FROM RECOGNIZING YOU’RE PREGNANT, AND STUDY HOW HUMANS EVEN HAVE BABIES. DEFENSE’S WILL NEED TO BE UPPED AS WELL AND-“
Since Papyrus doesn’t remember having any parents himself he relies heavily on Sans and you to make sure he’s properly prepared for the baby, so much so that the baby itself and his imminent fatherhood are completely ignored. Once you start showing he’s going to attempt to lock you in the house for your own protection. While this is probably wise if you’re living with him underground, do not let him lock you up above ground. He will keep the baby locked up for the first fifteen years of it’s life if you let him and it’ll be much easier to set your foot down now. During the pregnancy he’s constantly up and moving. Need an extra blanket? Done. Can’t reach the remote? He’s got it. Hungry? He’s already cooking. He’s not even bothering with his Tsundere act right now, he’s got too much else to think about to bother.
The last month or so before the birth it suddenly dawns on him that he hasn’t prepared for being a father at all. Sure, he’s got everything to care for them physically, but he’s aware that he isn’t the emotionally available monster. Suddenly he’s signing up for every parenting class that will take him, and buying all the parenting books he can hold. Who care’s if other monsters find out, his child needs him and he is NOT going to fail them.
The moment he’s handed his child for the first time, his defenses go up. He isn’t letting anyone but him and his S/O hold them and that is FINAL. He may be persuaded into letting Sans hold them, after all he managed to raise Papyrus he has the most experience of the group. The doctor’s are going to have a lot of trouble convincing Papyrus his child needs to stay over night, and he is definitely not leaving.
Ok embarrassing confession time. UT, US, UF, and SF skele-bros and others if you want and please. They're sitting on a couch watching whatever movie with their crush(hopefully soon S/O) and one scene happens the boy in the film slips on ice and falls while the other laughs the crush says accidentally aloud "that's like me but I fell for you"
* Me flirting t b h
He starts mad blushing but continues to try to act chill. Surely they didn’t mean it that way. What the hell would they ever see in him anyways? They probably meant it as a joke, yeah definitely. He gets really quiet, not even returning the pun as he overthinks then rethinks everything. He’s really distracted the next few times they hang out.
“NO PUNS! STOP WITH YOUR– WAIT. O-OH I SEE! THE PUN WAS A JAPE TO DISTRACT ME FROM YOUR OVERWHELMING FEELINGS FOR ME. NONETHELESS, THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS NOT FOOLED! AND… H-HE ALSO RETURNS ROMANTIC FEELINGS B-BECAUSE… ICY YOUR GREATNESS AND IT MAKES ME FREEZE UP, NYEH!” He strikes a dramatic pose, waiting for their response. It’s only if you look closely that you notice his hands are shaking and he’s sweating lightly.
It takes like 2 full seconds for the flirt to sink in. He blushes slow, getting redder and redder the more he thinks about it until his entire face is alight with crimson. He’s suddenly really stiff and if he had a heart it would be beating so fast. He starts sweating a lot. Did they just? But no, that can’t be it why would they? But what if-? He clears his throat with a flimsy ass excuse a curt, “u-uh i hav’ta go it’s um. suddenly, i just remembered… ya.” Blips back to his bedroom to probably regret existence.
He just stares at them for awhile, gearing up to blurt something out, until they get uncomfortable. When they finally look at him all “wtf dude” he goes “IF THAT IS YOUR WAY OF FLIRTING THEN YOU NEED TO TRY HARDER. FORTUNATELY FOR YOU, I ACCEPT BECAUSE I DO FIND YOU ATTRACTIVE AS WELL.”
His eyes go wide and he scrambles to pause the movie. He takes their hands in his. “MY FRIEND HUMAN, DID YOU MEAN WHAT YOU SAID?” Depending on their answer, he either pretends nothing happened or launches into a full confessional speech.
He replies, “Haha same.” Before registering what they even said. Then he does and his eyes widen but it’s too late. His crush turns to him, also wide-eyed and lightly blushing. “Wait what?” They say. “What?” He looks away. “What.” They start to doubt. “Um. Yeah.” He clarifies. “Well, okay.” They cough. Silence. Silence. “Um are we dating now?”
He ignores their comment, pretending he didn’t hear. Internally he is ACTUALLY SCREAMING but he doesn’t want this to be how his confession plays out. When he does confess, it will be grand and memorable, not on a couch watching a shitty movie. At least now he knows they probably return his feelings, that makes things much easier.
u M???????????? He does a double take at their expression to discern whether they’re serious or just joking. Pretending to be super chill, he forces his posture to relax and face the movie screening. “That’s like me but I fell harder.” He responds, then immediately cringes. Goodbye dignity, rip, farewell, there it goes.
This is my gift to you guys for being so sweet and awesome and so fucking nice! XD
He was sweating profusely as he ran and ran and ran.
He was sure to have finished a marathon when he finally stopped to catch his
Fuck fuck fuck. He looked around frantically,
trying his best to recall areas that kids would head towards to but still no
such luck. “Fuck!” Sans put a hand on his head. He was more than
worried. He was fucking terrified.
The fair was big, and Sans was desperate and restless to
have the universe give him some sign. He was honestly close to crying if he
doesn’t find him soon.
He was gone for two minutes. Two. And when he
turned around—Sans closed his eyes for a moment.
He was going mad at this point. And he had already called
Papyrus earlier to stay put in their home in case they get a phone call there.
With a deep breath, he teleported around the area once more, even making sure
to check all the bathroom stalls. No one was left not screaming
at his sudden appearances.
By the time he needed to take another break, he was by the Ferris
wheel attraction, and there were less people around.
“Fuck, where the he—” Sans froze. He heard it. He
The skeleton stood still and listened closely.
Sans’ eye sockets widened. He turned around and followed the
sound. It was coming from a less frequented playground.
“No! San! San!”
Hicks and sobs hindered the cries for help, but they were still loud.
“Shut him up before someone he—Guughh.”
It was a direct hit on the stomach by a blue bone.
When Sans came to the scene, both eye sockets were blazing
with blue flares and his presence oozed danger.
“San!” A cheerful chirp caught Sans’ attention.
The skeleton looked to the little one; tear-stained face,
bruised bones, with portions of clothing ripped in the leg and arm. Sans
gritted his teeth and let out a growl. How dare they do this
to his angel!
Three human adults looked at him with fear he purposely
instilled. Oh, they were in for it. His smile was feral as he summoned his
“Ow! You little shit!” The small
skeleton had bit the arm that held him captive with his relatively sharp teeth,
and the action resulted to him getting thrown to the ground.
Sans acted fast and used his magic to levitate his angel to
him. His blasters hovered over the kidnappers to keep them at bay and one wrong
move … well, Sans was far beyond livid to care about the consequences. These
humans were scums after all.
But he didn’t want the little one to witness an ugly sight
take place. Sans needed to begrudgingly spare them.
“S-San.” Red sniffled. “San. San.” His angel was calling his name over and over, hiccupping
and crying all the while as arms were extended towards him.
Sans moved to grab the small skeleton and embrace him.
Relief flooded his system, though anger still lingered, now towards himself. If
he had been any later—Sans shut his eye sockets, not wanting to think about the
if’s now that Red was safe and sound.
“I’m here, sweetheart. Shhh, it’s ok now. I’m
here.” Sans worked on calming the little one in his arms.
“W-What are you gonna do with us?”
The skeleton looked to the three, almost having forgotten they
“That even a question?” The low growl
instinctively left his throat, making the humans flinch. “You’re all just going
to have a bad time. No worries~”
When Sans ported home, he was immediately met with a frantic
brother meeting him at the doorway. The short skeleton placed a finger to his
mouth, and Papyrus was quick to notice the sleeping baby bones in the other’s arms
that made him shut his mouth and tried again in a softer voice.
“It’s a relief you’ve found him but …” The tall skeleton motioned
at the cuts and bruises on the little one, causing Sans to sigh.
“I’ll … tell you in a bit. Can you heal him first for me,
Paps?” His tried to smile more reassuringly but his weariness showed. “I’m
quite bone-tired at the moment.”
Papyrus made a disapproving look at the pun, but he moved to
take Red into his arms; however, when he noticed how his brother instinctively tightened
his hold on the baby bones once he was in the middle of outstretching his arms,
the tall skeleton decided to place his hands to his hips instead.
Sans was sure to have expressed his possessiveness and
overprotectiveness and he made an apologetic look to his brother. He was slowly
extending his arms towar—
“Sit on the couch, brother. I’ll heal him there.”
Sans was grateful that his brother was so understanding and
forgiving of his selfishness and shot him a quick thanks. His brother was so
As the tall skeleton tended to the injuries, Sans began to
explain the events that transpired.
“Did you hurt the humans, Sans?”
I wish. “No … I
ported them to the police station and told them the story.”
“That’s … good.”
The pause caught Sans’ attention, and he couldn’t help
letting out a small genuine smile. His brother was sweet no doubt, but he was
just as protective of Red as he was. Papyrus probably wanted to give them a
good hour or two of lecturing before he could let them off.
“There.” Papyrus grinned at a job well done. “His clothes
would need to be stitched, so just put them on laundry basket when you get him
changed out of it. I’ll get to it after I finished a couple more chores.”
“Heh, thanks Paps. You’re the coolest and the best.”
“Nyehehe. Thank you, Sans.”
With that, the short skeleton got to it. And it didn’t take
long until Sans laid on the bed with Red still asleep by his side. He used the
little bit of magic to have the blanket pulled over them, and Sans sighed when
he closed his eyes.
It had been truly a tiring, hectic, and terrifying day for him. But he found Red. His angel was safe.
And that was all that mattered to him.
Sorry if it may be a bit iffy ^^”) I’m quite tired but I still wanted to finish this story.
What are some cute/angsty head cannons you have for the horrortale bros (and some nsfw if you can).
Horrortale is my shit, but I’m sure you guys have realized that by now.
Also, it’s 2 AM. I need sleep.
I kinda wannna write a one-shot with Horrortale Sans x Reader, but I should be working on m i n e. Ugh.
- Self conscious af
- Touching skin keeps him grounded, makes him feel safe.
- Most possessive skele in my opinion
- Will go full Yandere if he has to
- Actually has no chill
- Likes being touched, makes him feel real
- Just never touch the crack on his skull. He’ll pull away and become distant from at least 2 hours.
- If he wakes up and his S/O isn’t in the bed, he might have a panic attack because he doesn’t know where they are.
- Actually a giant baby and wants to be loved.
- Is afraid of relationships at first because he’s unstable and is afraid his partner will get scared and leave him.
- If you try to leave him he will kill you and feed you to Papyrus. Just don’t.
- If he is in a relationship, he’s touching you as often as he can, and not just sexually, he just really enjoys physical contact.
- Bites and marks for days.
- Can’t have sex without marking his S/O
- If he gets to rough and starts to lose himself, pull at his eye sockets. The sensation is grounding. He’ll come back to you.
- Likes hair. It feels good between his phelanges.
- Okay he’s a huge Dom.
- Isn’t afraid to be rough, he doesn’t care if you’re sore, he’ll take care of your bruises later. It’s not like it’s gonna kill you.
- Cuddle monster. Especially after sex, you can’t get out of it.
- It doesn’t matter who’s around, if he wants to touch you he will, but he’ll stay appropriate.
- Clingy. Won’t let anybody touch you.
- Is terrified that you’ll be scared of him. He doesn’t want that at all. He just wants to protect and love you.
- I have so many just take these for now
- Will pick up his S/O and carry them around like a teddy bear.
- Sleeps with an actually teddy bear, but swaps it out when his S/O arrives.
- G e n t l e s e x
- Tries not to bite unless he’s in heat, which in that case he can’t help it.
- Loves hair. Wishes he had it himself, and he’ll constantly stroke yours.
- He’s a switch. He’ll be a Dom or a Sub, all up to you.
- Is afraid that one day you’ll realize he’s disgusting and you’ll leave him.
- If you leave him, he’ll cry and be crushed, which will lead to Sans ending your motherfucking lifu
- Has average self confidence. He just hates what he’s become. What the underground has become.
- To much contact can cause him to be antsy. Don’t get him wrong, he loves affection, it’s just to much can become overwhelming and give him a panic attack.
- Will test you with puzzles before he’ll be your boyfriend.
- Better be on Sans good side because Paps won’t date you if Sans doesn’t approve.
This mostly came from a random discussion with @xladymalice and as a personal resolution to put more of my work on tumblr. The biggest inspo was from @ravi-0-li-nsfw and their Clotheswap comic.
Title: A Mile In His Hoodie
The Underswap Bros make a visit to the Tale universe, and Papyrus
notices that his Swap self seems to make Sans happier in a way he can’t.
All he wants is to be the one to make Sans legitimately smile again.
But what’s a completely identical object of Sans’s happiness to do?
‘I didn’t expect this,’ Papyrus
thought as his brother managed to power a machine that connected two
'I didn’t expect this,’ he
thought as he stared with awed eyelights at what appeared to be
another universe’s version of HIMSELF, and of Sans.
'I didn’t expect this,’ was
his primary thought when conversing with them, finding them to be the
polar opposite of himself and his own brother. While that version of
Sans was enthusiastic, energetic, and outrageously friendly, the
other Papyrus was…
…he was like Sans.
That Papyrus (“Call me Paps.”)
came out dressed in an oversized orange hoodie, khaki cargo shorts,
and sneakers that were half-untied with no intent to retie them in
the near future. He was slouched, hands in his hoodie pockets, eye
sockets half-lidded and eyelights soft and hazy, with a cigarette
almost ALWAYS between his teeth.
That Sans—dubbed 'Blue’ by his own
Sans—scolded Paps about the smoking, lamenting that it was rude to
smoke in someone else’s home, and although Paps had conceded, Papyrus
still smelled the mellow, thick aroma wherever he went. He wasn’t a
big fan of the smoking; it was quite a horrible habit, and an
expensive one. He often wondered where Paps kept getting the
Blue confided that he wondered the
same thing, figuring it was easier to impose a few restrictions
rather than banning the habit outright. Papyrus could understand;
his brother DID have a gross ketchup habit and although he hated
seeing bottles of it in the house, it was better than Sans spending
all of his time at Grillby’s drinking it.
He enjoyed spending time with Blue
and sharing their stories of grandeur in their respective homes, but
while he and Blue had their time spent in the house, Sans and Paps
always seemed to be out. At first Papyrus thought it was Paps being
courteous with his smoking and taking it outside, but when he went to
look around, Paps and Sans were always gone.
They returned after various amounts
of time, always grinning and laughing with the smell of the
cigarettes heavy between them. It made Papyrus’s nasal bone twitch,
but since it wasn’t happening in the house, he didn’t comment on it.
HI, how would US!Pap and SF!Pap react to a s/o who only stares into the wall at night, and only actually sleeps for real at most twice a month? And they find out that they are Being tormented by nightmares? More specifically, about an abusive parent? And their S/o still is adjusting to not being hurt and not hearing shouting every 5 min.? (FuckThatGotDark)
US!Papyrus: Insomnia’s a bit of a norm for him, so he’s probably up with you most nights. You don’t do much, just him watching videos and you doing whatever, maybe his arm wrapped around you in some capacity.
Its the wall-staring that worries him. Like, yeah, you should sleep more, but he’s your boyfriend, not your mom, and if you want to live like garbage, hey, him too. But the wall-staring is his real cue that something is really wrong with the situation. After a couple of nights he asks a few sidelong questions. If you show resistance, he’ll drop it. But every night, he’ll ask. Again. And again. Until you finally tell him.
When you explain, its like a spot in the center of his chest just went cold. His mandible part just slightly and he looks like he wants to say something, but then relapses into silence. You turn away, and for a moment that silence hangs, heavy and wet and empty. Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around you from behind, and all he can manage is an “I’m sorry”. Whispered over and over again.
The next couple of nights, he’ll put you out himself. Those massages of his can pull you out on consciousness faster than anything once he figures out the right technique. And when the nightmares hit again, he just holds you until you’ve calmed down. He can’t change what happened in the past. But he hopes you know he’s here for you now.
SF!Papyrus: His sleep habits are pretty fucked too, but that doesn’t mean you get to join him. Syrup is deeply concerned with you staying healthy. And he’s pretty damn sure you’re supposed to be getting sleep. Every night is just him constantly nagging you to just lay down. Close your eyes, please, just….gaaah. In the end he pulls you into his lap and lets you ride the night out, stroking your sides and muttering to himself.
The days aren’t much better. He wants answers, he wants you to take a nap, what’s the problem? Syrup doesn’t get steamed up over much, but this is one of those things. Because the truth is….it feels like you don’t trust him. Either to take care of you, or not to hurt you, he doesn’t know which, but either way it cuts him deep.
But when the truth comes out he feels like he wants to throw up. His phalanges curl into fists jammed inside his pockets, and there’s a low growl coming from the back of his throat, but he pulls you into a hug. “’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” After a few moments of just quiet comforting and apologizing, he pulls you back a bit to look at him, pushing some hair out of your face. “I’m gonna take care of you, alright, babe? You won’t……nothin’s gonna hurt you again.” And he knows two things. One, those words, don’t mean a damn thing, because the fear will never completely go away. And two, he means it with every fiber of his being.
Syrup learned years ago how to mix up a couple of drinks that’ll put you out. Not drugs, just tea and stuff like it. He had too, otherwise Sans would’ve dropped dead from overwork years ago. He coaxes you into trying them out. Because its not healthy just torturing yourself like that. And when the nightmares do come, you wake up wrapped in him, whispering soft comforting words in your ear while a hand is put protectively on your back
UF, US, and SF brothers reactions to someone (like an ex boyfriend) smacking their S/O, like in the face.
* Oh fucking hell * Trin for one, would actually leopard pounce on the asshole (cos m short) and start clawing at his face with my nails * Don’t touch my bebs.
In this scenario, the skells are nearby when the event occurs.
Almost instantly, you’ll be able to feel the temperature in the room plummet, the air thick, heavy and alive with barely contained magic, thrumming and electric and dangerous. Oh, but Sans won’t use his magic, no. He’d like to beat the every loving shit out of the asshole with his fists. Unless his S/O holds him back, he will actually go through with it, leaving the ex an inch from passing out before dumping him somewhere at the side of the road. Even if his S/O holds him back, he’ll still deck the ex hard enough to break his nose before taking his S/O by the hand and teleporting away.
Hell hath no fury like a Papyrus pissed off. Whatever his S/O says, he won’t be able to hear it. He gets tunnel vision on the fucktard, seeing only his target because he’s so pissed off and protective. His magic is crackling and rolling off him in waves, and he absolutely will use it. He won’t stop until he beats the lowlife scum half to death. Afterwards, he needs to take some time alone to cool off rather than immediately return to his S/O.
Looking at him, you wouldn’t guess how scary he gets when he actually gets pissed because he rarely gets pissed. His first response is to remove his S/O from the situation, check on them and make sure they’re alright. Then, he goes off alone, finding the ex and hunting him down. Sans is way scary, magic visibly leeching off him and into the surrounding atmosphere. While small and cheerful most of the time, don’t forget that he’s very well trained. He’ll rough the ex up with the greatest amount of pain and the smallest amount of visible injury, warning the piece of armpit stink to never come near his S/O again.
He teleports directly in front of the ex, slamming him throat first into the nearest flat surface. He’s calm and casual while he pins the ex down, choking him until he’s grabbing at his throat and struggling. “I really suggest you never do that again. I mean, unless you want me to kill you then by all means, just say so.”
He hits the ex exactly where they hit his S/O, thrice as hard. He would keep going unless his S/O stops him. Then he’ll snap a pic of the fucktard and make sure it goes viral that he’s a desperate abusive asshole. Shame him publicly, shame him personally and threaten him forever.
He doesn’t bother speaking to the fuck. He just slams him into a wall with his magic, pinning him there as he slowly walks forward to confront him. He’ll turn to his S/O, hands in pockets. “What do you want me to do with him?” Whatever happens to the ex is his S/O’s choice.
I just wanted to say that I love this blog! Headcanons have always been one of my favorite parts of fandom, but this one really made me love Undertale more than I already did! As far as my request, I'm pretty sure you've done asks about an s/o who is a Purple Soul, but what about one that suffers from/has dealt with depression for most of their life? Say uh, UT, UF and US Paps? Their reaction? Again, thank you so much for this blog! <3
Mostly his reaction is “Oh same” because contrary to popular belief, Papyrus knows exactly what being depressed is like. There’s a reason he smiles just as much as his brother. But!! He is very proud of you, nonetheless. Your SOUL trait shows just how strong you really are–you’ve managed to make it this far, after all!!! You’re someone with Perseverance in their veins, so keep doing him proud, & keep on pushing through!! He’ll be there to support you every step of the way!!!
Don’t take him for a fool, he knows what you’re going through. Both as a bystander & as an example. His love is a bit more bitter at the edges, mostly an overblown version of “Suck it up & deal with it” because that’s all he’s been doing. He doesn’t know what else to do. Besides, if you’ve made it this far in life, then what do you have to worry about? You’re strong, rely on that strength that’s helped you so far. He’ll support you, so prove him right.
Don’t worry about it. That’s it, that’s his advice. It’s all he’s been doing. Just letting things pass on, not focusing on the bad at all, even if it’s all he can think about. It’s definitely not a healthy coping mechanism, but he’s not sure what else to tell you. He cares about you, & you can always count on him to be there to support you when you need it. Don’t leave him on the backburner when it comes to things like this, babe, it’s the last thing he wants. You’re strong, you’re Perseverance incarnate, & you can trust him. Because he trusts you just as much.