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notmanagingmymischief · 2 years ago

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𝐿.𝒲. || 𝒮𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒶 𝒯𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝑀𝑒

it has been SO LONG but I couldn’t let Christmas pass without feeding you people. so here. have some soft-ish Larissa. You’re welcome, Merry Christmas to all that celebrate. 🎄🥰

Warnings: none

Word Count: 3.4K

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enjoy xx

Santa, tell me if you’re really there, don’t make me fall in love again if she won’t be here next year.

The first time you spent Christmas at Nevermore wasn’t anything too eventful. It might have been, if it weren’t for the fact that you were stuck watching students clinging to each other’s arms, couples laughing and smiling as the snow fell around them. Meanwhile, you stayed in the background, refusing to let yourself open up enough to even BEGIN to form a relationship with anyone. Did you not want to get your heart broken, or was it something else?

Feeling Christmas all around, and I’m tryin’ to play it cool

The whole school had been decked out with Christmas decorations; garlands on the fireplaces, wreaths hung on dorm-room doors, and lights twinkling in almost every window. You walked slowly through the snow, wrapped in a fluffy coat and gloves, the hood pulled up over your head to try and warm your chill-reddened ears. The atmosphere was wonderful, snow falling lightly around you, and when you walked inside, the coziness was nearly enough to warm you up all on its own. Yet you could feel a certain unease in your bones that refused to go away no matter how long you stood in front of the fireplace.

Let It Snow is blasting now, but I won’t get in the mood

Enid had dragged you back to Ophelia Hall the next time you saw her to hang out, and you saw her girlfriend as well, still decked in black and pigtails ever-present. She acknowledged you with a nod of her head but nothing more. As Enid grabbed your hands and grinned at you, chattering about the cold and whatever she’d been up to that week, you heard a familiar tune start playing out of her wireless speaker. “I love this song!” she squealed, turning the volume up as ‘Let It Snow’ blasted through the large device. Still, as much as you enjoyed the time with them, you couldn’t quite bring yourself to be as happy as Enid was, denying her offer to dance when the next song came on with a polite smile and instead choosing to sit by Wednesday to ask softly how her novel was going. Her responses were curt and cold, but you didn’t take it personally; she talked like that to everyone except Enid.

I’m avoiding every mistletoe until I know it’s true love

It was no secret that the students of Nevermore were a sneaky bunch. Very few hadn’t pulled a prank or two on the faculty–or each other–and that was a normal occurrence. So why were you thinking that maybe you would get through a single holiday without getting messed with. It was another day of arguing with your boss, Principal Weems, as per usual. The two of you were walking side by side, ironically enough, bickering loudly and animatedly as neither of you refused to give in even though both had work to do. And so you’d resolved to argue as you kept walking, something about your friendship with Wednesday. Larissa didn’t like her, that much was obvious. You supposed she had a good reason for her dislike of Wednesday–unlike her uncalled-for dislike of you–after all the shit she’d pulled since her enrollment. But you didn’t agree with her taking that anger out on others, not even on you. “That’s bullshit, Larissa! She’s just a kid, you can’t–” The silver-haired woman cut you off with a raise of her hand and snapped, “I can and shall do whatever I want, Miss L/N.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes and taking a firm step down as you spun on your heel to face her in the doorway you’d just arrived at.

“Why do you hate her so much?! I’m not saying she’s perfect, but I don’t think you should be considering expulsion!” You snapped back, glaring at the (much) taller woman in front of you, also stopped and now with her hands on her hips and an unimpressed glare on her face. With a tut she stated “Might I remind you that this is the third time Miss Addams has done something like this? Not only could she have hurt herself, but she could have endangered her classmates, as well!” With this statement she too stepped forward, poking you rudely in the sternum with a perfectly manicured nail and getting much too close for your poor hammering heart. She was so close that you could practically feel the heat radiating from her body, though you were probably imagining it.

However, it was only when you made to take your leave, finally getting sick of this pointless argument, did you realize that you couldn’t move. It was as if you were tethered to the floor by some unseen force, looking up to Larissa to see if she was experiencing the same effect. It was obvious that she was by the way her wide eyes glanced wildly around the area, looking for any sign of escape. It was then that she looked up (though she didn’t need to look very far given that she was only about six inches below the top of the door frame) and made eye contact with what, at the moment, was the most repulsive object she’d ever seen.

Mistletoe.

And apparently, not JUST mistletoe, but cursed mistletoe. It was the only explanation, at least in this place, and since the woman just kept staring you also eventually looked up and saw the small plant hanging there, bright red berries practically taunting you from above. You released a shaky sigh and lowered your gaze slightly to Larissa’s, already glaring down at you as if it was your fault the two of you had ended up in this position. In return, you gave her a scandalized look and exclaimed, “Oi! Don’t give me that look, I’m as shocked as you are!” The Principal groaned under her breath, cursed quietly, and finally let out a heavy sigh before muttering, “Can I please go one day without being the victim of some childish joke?” You knew she was stalling; neither of you were stupid, or ignorant enough, to believe that this was some sort of fluke or odd chance. There was one way you were getting out of this and it was not favorable to either of you. “In light of recent events, I’d say the answer is no…” you muttered, crossing your arms and refusing to meet Larissa’s eyes.

The principal didn’t look away, staring at you even as you continued burning holes into the lacquered floorboards beneath your feet. Every few seconds you tried to step away again, just hoping that somehow, by sheer force of will, you could break the curse and escape this torment. Alas, you couldn’t move an inch and finally, Larissa scoffed and hissed something under her breath. Now, you were quite a bit shorter than this woman, obviously. Just to look her in the eye, you had to strain your neck upwards and you weren’t even that short. She was just fucking huge. Given this height difference, it’s not like it could be a quick one-and-done thing because Larissa would have to make a big deal with getting down to your height. So with no choice but to (in her mind) embarrass herself–the woman silently thanked the gods no one else was around to see this unfortunate series of events–she bent at the waist, tipped your chin up with her right hand, and pressed her lips to yours. It barely lasted a moment, over faster than you could even blink, before she stood up straight again with an expectant air about her.

But nothing happened. You tried to move away, but that force still kept your feet planted in place. Horrorstruck, Larissa’s gaze snapped down to your equally alarmed one as you breathed “Oh gods…” The older woman snapped “What? What is going on, y/n?!” It was not often that Larissa used your first name, insistent that she must maintain professionalism by continuing to use your surname. It was only when she was worried, tired, or upset that she pulled out the first name, so you scrambled to reply; “I think I know what this is. It’s cursed-” “Oh, figure that one out yourself, did you?” “Shut up, Larissa! If you would let me finish, I was going to say that it isn’t going to let us go without…” you groaned, covering your face with your hands as heat crept up your neck and cheeks. Thankfully Larissa got the message and if you’d have looked up you would have seen a gentle flush dust her cheeks as well. “I have things to do today,” she muttered, clearly getting more upset the longer you two stayed there.

With an indignant huff, you thought about all the things you had to do today and how much it would suck to have to do them tomorrow because you refused to grow a pair and kiss Larissa Weems under the goddamn cursed mistletoe. Fingers twitched at your sides for a moment, you ground your teeth together in focus, before finally reaching out, grasping the lapels of Larissa’s blazer, and yanking her down to meet you. To her credit, the only indication of her surprise was an almost imperceptible ‘oh!’ before your lips met. You held her there, squeezing your eyes closed until the pressure began to get painful. Larissa’s own hands hung in the air on either side of you, her muscles straining uncomfortably with the angle at which her body had to bend to reach you. This had to be the most awkward and uncomfortable kiss you’d ever initiated as Larissa still did not move until finally, after what felt like actual millennia , she hesitantly placed her hands on your shoulders, the muscles unconsciously relaxing under her warm touch.

Faintly you could feel the tackiness of her candy red lipstick on your mouth as she–whether knowingly or not–gradually began to respond, both of you allowing yourselves to at least kind of enjoy the sensation. The taller woman’s fingers tentatively lifted to your jaw, grazing the bone almost reverently. Still, the moment Larissa felt the uncomfortable weight lift off her shoulders she didn’t hesitate to jerk away from you. While you took a moment to recover from whatever that was, Larissa took one glance down at you, at your flushed cheeks and out-of-it expression, and with little more than a soft blush, the woman marched away, not looking back once with some sort of subconscious fear that, should she do such a thing, she wouldn’t be able to look away. Oh, how she hated you.

Santa tell me if she really cares

After your less than lucky run-in with mistletoe and a certain Principal, you’d had even more trouble ignoring the woman. She, however, had no problem with this task. Any time you made eye contact, no matter what the situation, she without fail managed to bail, leaving you to stare after her in bemusement. Unless it was the weekly staff meeting, at which time you had no choice but to sit in the same room together for almost an hour. Still, Larissa resolutely avoided your gaze, expertly appearing to pay attention to you when you spoke while also never actually making any sort of eye contact. At least before, she would interact with you long enough to get into an argument with you. Now, you just felt quite…lonely.

It had always been obvious, to you at least. You’d had a crush on Weems since practically day one. That’s why you missed even the constant fights you’d have with the woman, once she seemed to stop caring about your existence entirely. ‘Distance makes the heart grow fonder’ must be true, for the longer you went without any contact, the more you yearned to apologize. To explain. To do anything as long as it meant being able to smell her perfume and see the stupid little smirk she gave when she won an argument.

I’ve been down this road before, fell in love on Christmas Day

Another bleak and cold December afternoon, and you sat perched on the windowsill in your room, looking outside to the snowy Nevermore campus. It was a day like this, you realized, when you said those three fateful, terrible, damning words to them. These days it was little but a fleeting memory, but you could remember the soar in your chest when you realized your true feelings, the adrenaline rush that came with confessing to them, and the following admittance of mutual emotion. The snow fell around you as you embraced, not caring about the cold or the way your bodies trembled, only caring about the warmth each other’s lips brought the other.

But on New Years Day, I woke up and they weren’t by my side

All of those feelings came crumbling down only weeks later when they told you they were wrong. When they said that they had only wanted to feel like that about you, because truly they loved seeing you happy, but they didn’t love you. It was holding back tears that you smiled and bade them farewell; from your home, your life, your universe. It was the first day of the New Year, and you had planned on celebrating your new life that you had thought was ahead of you. Instead, you lay in a crumpled heap on your apartment floor, sobbing and cold at the lack of their presence. Since that day you refused to let anyone influence you in such a way, refused to allow your heart to get shattered like that all over again. It hurt too much, was too painful to relive. So instead you moved here, to Jericho. Started a new life, a new job, started over. What you hadn’t expected was to fall in love with the Headmistress.

Now I need someone to hold, be my fire in the cold

Another day of loneliness accompanied by a scathing sense of disdain towards anything “nice”. Even more couples had been flaunting themselves around the school, not afraid to show their affection and adoration for all to see. And it didn’t feel fair that the only person you wanted to share those moments with was STILL avoiding you like the plague. Not to mention that even if she wasn’t, she still hated your guts. The chill of midwinter air was felt down to the bone, no matter how many layers you wrapped about your shoulders, or how hot your mug was in your woolen-clad hands. It was blistering and biting in a way that only loneliness could be, in a way only the feeling of another’s embrace could relieve.

But if it’s hard to tell if this is just a fling or if it’s true love

At this point, your mind was completely in tatters. One day Larissa was avoiding you, and now she was stuck to you like a bug to fly paper. Every corner you turned she seemed to be there, trying to strike up a conversation–any conversation for that matter–and it confused and distressed you greatly. Because you were finally starting to take the time away from the woman to get over her, but with her having flung herself back into your life at such a breakneck intensity there wasn’t anything you could do except let it happen, really. It caught you off guard how friendly Larissa was being, to the point where you were the one who had to begin to distance yourself. And once again the silver-haired bipolar flipped like whiplash, noting your sudden apprehension and pulling away all over again. Oh, how you despised her.

I wanna have her beside me on the 25th by the fireplace

Here it was. Christmas day. Well, evening technically. The Christmas party that had been, remarkably, kept quite hush-hush until the day of. It was a blast but the happiness dissolved as soon as you began the long walk to your room. Dazed, slightly out of it, and just a tad bit tipsy, you didn’t realize that you’d ended up in front of what was not your room until you looked up and found a door that was, decidedly, not yours. In fact, it was the very person you’d had on your mind for the past month, and with alcohol raising your confidence, you brought your hand up and knocked on the heavy mahogany wood thrice. A few moments later a melodic voice sounded out an “Enter!” to which you did just that, slipping inside and closing the door behind you.

Larissa hadn’t yet looked up, just muttering “What do you want?” while she languidly twirled her fingers around the stem of a crystal wine glass. She sat in front of a large fireplace, curled up on a settee that looked far too expensive. “Do you want the truth or some sugar-coated lie?” At the sound of your voice, the woman’s head whipped to face you, firelight glancing over her features and shrouding her icy eyes in shadows. That gaze raked over your form before her broad shoulder drooped with a heavy sigh and long fingers gestured you forward. The woman’s body returned to its previous position, angled towards the still blazing flames.

But I don’t want a broken heart, this year I’ve got to be smart

“You never answered my question,” you stated as you sat down beside her, giving yourself enough room to not touch her, but staying close enough as to not remain a stranger. “Do you want the truth, or not?” Larissa huffed out a strained laugh, taking another sip of wine and never once looking toward you. “Personally, I want some peace and quiet, but you can’t even give me that, can you Miss l/n?” she replied, but for once it wasn’t biting. Instead, it held a tone of indifference and, if you squinted, playfulness. God forbid. In response you shrugged and also looked to the fire, twisting your fingers together as you said, “I suppose not, Principal Weems.” The two of you stayed silent for a long while, as you fought the urge to scoot closer to the woman and she considered whether she should offer you some wine.

Eventually, though, you got sick of the silence and sighed before muttering, “Perhaps I should go. It’s gotten late,” and going to stand up with a nod towards the Principal. “Happy Christmas, Larissa.” “Miss l/n.” You did not respond, not in the mood anymore to banter. Only when you were halfway to the door and you heard a sharp “Y/n!” did you freeze in place. When it was followed by a softer, sweeter “Please come back,” you could do nothing more than obey, returning to your spot on the couch–this time closer as Larissa motioned for you to do so. A long arm came to gingerly lay over your shoulders and you, just as timidly, leant your head against the woman’s shoulder, sighing contentedly at the warmth she emanated and the scent of that oh-so-familiar perfume you had missed so badly.

This time when the room fell silent, it wasn’t for long, and it wasn’t tense. Larissa broke it then, murmuring no more than a breathy apology. An apology. From Larissa Weems? To you? You must be dreaming. But no, she really was apologizing, and instead of teasing her for it, you just nodded and repeated the sentiment. It didn’t need to be said, what was being apologized for. It just was in the air. You knew what it was for, without having to speak it into existence. And there, the two of you stayed, for quite some time, just enjoying the peace with no sound except your soft breaths and crackling wood embers in the hearth. When you did finally bid goodnight, well past midnight, Larissa hesitated to let you go at the door. There was a shared look between the two of you that sparked something in her chest, and the woman bent down to place a chaste kiss on your lips. It lasted no more than a moment, but the intention was clear enough. It was loud enough, even with no words spoken. And once you did leave, her door closing silently behind you, the two of you unknowingly both leant against the thing, and but a single thought flitted through your heads.

“Oh, how I love her.”

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years ago

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A/N: merry christmas my loves! i know it's just the 24th but this is considered christmas for me lmao. so today is day one of my triple holiday update, meaning that i have two more fics coming out in the next two days! hope you'll enjoy them and have a great time with your family, loved ones, whoever you're celebrating with!🥰

PAIRING: doctor!Harry Styles X Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.3k

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This is pretty typical, who else would end up like this? Spending Christmas Eve at the hospital because you fell down the stairs while being wine drunk, spending the evening alone since you just threw out a week ago your cheating boyfriend. You were supposed to spend tonight at Martin’s parents so you could spend the 25th with your family. It was all planned and you were looking forward to it… right until you found another woman’s nudes in his phone and at first he denied it, but he couldn’t lie enough to convince you of his innocence so he gave up and admitted everything.

You didn’t have the courage to tell your family, so they are still expecting the two of you to show up tomorrow, that’s why you chose to chug a whole bottle of white wine and get drunk. It would have been fine, crying some, watching a movie and falling into bed either ridiculously early or at sunrise. But you fucked it up. Your apartment has this awfully steep set of stairs leading up to the bedroom and your fuzzy socks slipped at the top of the stairs, you flew right down, screaming for your life as you fell face down and hit your head pretty badly.

Your neighbor, Amir heard you and came to your rescue. He was the one who told you to get your head checked, you could easily have a concussion. At first you tried to play it off, but you could barely get up from the floor without the world spinning around you. Being the angel that he is, he drove you to the hospital and told you to call him if you need a ride home, but you won’t bother him any longer so you’ll probably call an Uber to get home.

So now you’re sitting in the waiting area of the emergency room as part of the biggest holiday losers in the city. There are burnt hands and faces, sprained ankles and there’s a whole ass family and from where you’re sitting two of them had a fight at dinner and someone’s nose broke.

And here you are, trying not to fall off the chair because your head is still spinning. You’ve been here for an hour, at this point you’ve memorized the names of all the nurses on duty: Brenda, Stella, Lucy and Norah.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket and pulling out you see your sister’s name on the screen. She sent a photo into the family group chat, a nice picture of her and her husband with their daughter who just turned one. They look so damn cute and disgustingly happy. You’d be fine with it normally, but not after what Martin did to you, turning you into a bitter single woman right before the holidays.

“Cool, can’t wait for their pity to hit me tomorrow,” you growl, sending a heart emoji as your answer before locking the phone and putting it away.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” Nurse Stella calls out and you get so excited it’s finally your turn that you jump to your feet, but that’s the worst you could do.

“Woah,” you breathe out as the whole room starts spinning and you feel like you’re gonna lose balance any moment. You hear the nurses call out to each other when they see you and before you could meet the ground for a second time tonight, two strong arms catch you.

“Easy, Miss Y/L/N,” a smooth, husky voice with a thick British accent speaks up and it definitely belongs to the arms that are holding you.

It takes a few moments to clear your vision and see the ridiculously handsome man helping you up to your feet. He is wearing blue scrubs and a white coat with a nametag on it that reads “Dr. Styles”.

“Um, thanks,” you mumble with a nervous laugh as you’re standing on your feet again.

“Alright, let’s get you in there to have a look at you,” he hums gently, one hand on your waist as he holds yours with his other, walking you into the first room in the hallway. He takes you to a chair next to his desk, helping you sit before his hands let go of you.

He looks unfairly sexy, doctors shouldn’t be this hot, because how can you focus on anything about your health when all you can think about is him? He looks a bit older than you, but not more than thirty-five probably, a gentle stubble adorning his face that has a friendly smile stretched across his face.

“I’m Dr. Harry Styles, I’ll be making sure you’re alright tonight,” he smiles, peeking at your papers you filled out when you arrived. “Y/N Y/L/N.” You love the way your name rolls down your tongue. “Can I call you Y/N? Or do you want to stick to Miss Y/L/N?”

“Y/N is fine,” you manage to speak up, sounding a tad bit out of breath. He shoots you a small smile before turning back to your papers, giving it a good read.

“So, tell me what happened exactly.”

“I, uhh… I fell down the stairs,” you clear your throat, feeling your cheeks heating up.

“How did that happen?” he asks with a concerned look on his face as he is now looking at you instead of your papers. You can tell he is thinking that it wasn’t just a coincidence.

“Oh, I was just… Alright, I’ve had some wine tonight and my fuzzy socks were extremely slippery, so I slipped and fell down the stairs. My neighbor heard me screaming and he brought me in.”

Dr. Styles seems amused by your story, a cheeky smirk is tugging on his pink lips. He scribbles down something to your file before rolling closer to sit in front of you.

“Okay, let’s check if you have a concussion. Did you throw up?”

He holds up his little lamp, checking both your eyes and you try to ignore how you just want to melt into his hand that’s holding the side of your head to keep you in place.

“No, I’ve just been feeling dizzy.”

“Does your head hurt? Where did you hit it?”

“Here,” you sigh running a finger over the side of your head, a small bump already forming on it. Harry inspects it gently, humming to himself before writing a few more things into your file.

“Okay, I think you don’t have a concussion, but the way you collapsed was a bit concerning. So I want you to stay here for the night, just to make sure you’re fine and you can leave in the morning.”

“Oh…”

“Do you need to be somewhere?” he asks without looking up, he just keeps writing.

“No, not until tomorrow. Well, I wouldn’t mind if I stayed tomorrow as well,” you add mumbling.

“Don’t want to see your family?”

“Usually I do, but now I’m gonna have to tell them that my boyfriend cheated on me and that’s why I showed up alone.”

You have no idea why you just said it, he is a total stranger, he doesn’t need to know how big of a loser you are, but you just couldn’t help it.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” The way he furrows his eyebrows is just so adorable, you want to kiss him so badly. “This is an awfully bad time to be alone,” he hums and you nod awkwardly. “Well, you won’t be alone tonight now, I’ll… make sure to check on you often,” he smiles at you swear you forget to breathe for a moment as you nod, completely stunned by him.

Nurse Brenda walks you to a room where you’ll spend the night at, sharing it with a woman in her forties who got taken in with a broken leg. She introduces herself as Celine and she is actually great company. The nurses lend you some clothes you can sleep in and you’ve barely just settled down when Dr. Styles shows up again and your heart skips a beat.

“Hey, everything okay?” he smiles at you, walking closer to your bed before greeting Celine as well shortly.

“Yeah, I’m feeling just fine,” you nod with a nervous smile.

“Still feeling dizzy?”

“Just a bit.” And it’s mostly because of him, but you keep that to yourself.

“Hopefully it’ll go away soon. I’ll be around if you feel worse, just call the nurse station.”

“Thank you, Dr. Styles,” you blink at him with a small smile.

“Alright, take care, ladies,” he smiles at you and Celine before walking out of the room.

“Woah, he was… sexy!” Celine gasps.

“Right? I can barely get a word out when he is around,” you chuckle.

“I think he likes you too.”

“What? Come on, no!” you scoff shaking your head.

“Oh he does. And if he comes in to check on you another time in the next hour he is definitely into you,” she grins before turning back towards the TV.

You don’t believe Celine. There’s no way this sexy doctor could be interested in you beyond just his job which is to make sure you’re okay.

But then he shows up again.

Two times.

Celine can barely hold her laughter back when Dr. Styles walks in for the second time in the next about one and a half hour just to check in on you. With your state and how well you’re feeling it’s totally unnecessary to come by your room this often, so you start to think that there’s something else behind his nice act.

It’s sometime after one am when you dare to wander out of your room. You can’t sleep, the unknown atmosphere totally throwing you off so you opt for a little walk around the floor.

“Everything alright, darling?” One of the nurses asks you.

“Oh, yeah, I just can’t sleep, is all,” you shrug smiling.

“Would you like some medication to help you?” she offers, but you decline.

“I’m fine, thank you.”

The hallways are quiet and empty, most patients on the floor are sleeping, only the nurses are walking from one room to the other, checking in on some patients. Rounding the corner you find the waiting area where friends and family can usually linger around, but now it’s empty. You plop down to one of the cushioned chairs and reach for a magazine on the table, mindlessly flipping through it. It’s old, from years ago and you try not to think about how many people have touched it.

“You should be resting in your room.”

Your head snaps up at the familiar voice, finding Dr. Styles walking towards you with a cup of steaming coffee in his hands.

“Oh, I’m just… I have trouble sleeping at unfamiliar places.”

“You can get some meds for that.”

“I know, but… it’s alright,” you just shrug. He finally arrives to you and takes the chair next to you. “On a break?”

“Kind of,” he chuckles. “You just use the quiet minutes to have a break before hell breaks loose again.”

“Must be really tiring. I always admired doctors for their dedication.”

“Some can’t deal with it, but I feel like I’m alright for now,” he smiles at you, taking a sip from the coffee. “I hope you’re not restless because of your ex.”

“Um, I would love to say it doesn’t bother me anymore, but that would be a blatant lie,” you chuckle awkwardly, dropping the magazine back to the table as you lean back in your seat.

“He must be a real asshole to do that. Especially to such a pretty young woman,” he smirks at you and your heart skips a beat again. This man has you wrapped around his fingers.

“You’re saying that as if you are decades older than me,” you huff smiling.

“How old do you think I am?”

“How old do you think I am?” you ask back.

“I hope you do realize that I’ve seen your personal info in your papers and it had your date of birth as well,” he chuckles and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Okay, then how old did you think I was before you sneakily saw my age? I’ll tell you too after.”

“Alright, I was guessing about twenty-three.”

“But I’m actually twenty-five,” you smile, stating the obvious he already knows. “I guessed you no more than thirty-five, but you seem younger than that actually.”

“I’m turning thirty-three in February,” he answers with a warm smile. Okay, so that’s a total of seven years of age difference, that’s not bad at all.

“And how does your wife like your night shifts?”

It’s a sneaky question, not as sneaky as you would have liked to mask your interest in his relationship status, but it’s only fair if you know it after you eagerly shared yours earlier.

Harry eyes you with an amused smile before shaking his head slightly.

“I don’t have a wife. Not even a girlfriend actually.”

“Oh, then something must be wrong with you. No way a man like you is single!” you gasp dramatically and at this point, you’re openly flirting with him. There’s no use of hiding it, especially because you’re convinced you’ll never see him again once you leave in the morning.

“A man like me? What does that mean?”

“Smart, successful, funny and incredibly hot.”

“Wow,” he chuckles, a rosy tint adorning his cheeks and you like the thought of making him blush. “You don’t beat around the bush! You surely feel better because you could barely speak earlier,” he teases you, making you laugh.

“Just shooting my shot at the hot doctor.”

“Are you just fishing for a new date to bring home to your family?”

“Oh, that’s actually a great idea!” you gasp, but he just chuckles. “Are you free tomorrow?”

The question is half a joke and half serious. You realize that it’s a little too much to ask from him, bringing him home to your family as a first date, but part of you can’t help but imagine what it would be like to walk in, tell your family that Martin cheated on you, but it’s all good because you’re dating this hot doctor now.

He opens his mouth to answer, but then something buzzes in his pocket and he is quick to check it.

“Sorry, I have to run now. Please, try to sleep a little, you need to rest,” he gently smiles at you as he stands from the chair, chugs his coffee down and rushes away fast, leaving you hanging.

You don’t see Harry for the rest of the night and you manage to fall asleep a little after two, only to be woken up at six by the nurses bringing breakfast. Another doctor arrives soon to check you and finalize your release and you’re actually disappointed you haven’t seen Harry since your little chat.

Just when you’re dressed, gathering your things, saying goodbye to Celine, a familiar figure appears at the door. Harry is still wearing his scrubs and coat, he looks undeniably tired, but still so handsome it’s unfair.

“Heard you’re clear to go,” he smiles at you as you grab your bag and walk closer to him.

“Yeah. Thank you for everything.”

“Let me… Let me walk you out,” he offers and he definitely seems a bit nervous. You nod and the two of you head out side by side.

“You owe me an answer,” you smirk at him teasingly.

“I do,” he chuckles breathily. “But I’m afraid I don’t have one for you.”

“You don’t have one because you don’t know whether you want to see me again or not, or because…?”

“I’m gonna be honest, I haven’t been on a date in so long, I’m not even sure I know how to do it,” he admits with a nervous laugh. “You’re… an incredible woman, Y/N. And I would love to see you again, I’m just… not sure if I’m ready for it. I spend most of my time here, working, I’m afraid it’s not the right time.”

“That’s fine,” you smile at him and you do understand his reasons. Still, you’re a bit bummed you won’t be seeing him again. “But if you change your mind, feel free to check my address in my files. I’m leaving for family dinner at four,” you add with a cheeky wink.

“Okay,” he chuckles softly. “Take care, Y/N.”

“You too, Dr. Styles.”

“Harry. It’s just… Call me Harry.”

“Harry,” you say, tasting the name on your tongue. “Happy holidays,” you smile before walking out through the automatic sliding doors. You glance back one last time, seeing Harry still standing at the same spot as he waves after you. Returning it you turn back around and head home.

Thanks to the eventful night and the lack of sleep, you opt to spend most of the day napping. The dizziness is finally gone and you’re feeling just fine, only have a little lump on your head, but your hair is hiding that perfectly. When you wake up you throw together a quick brownie that you promised your mom you’d bring and then you get ready to at least look like a presentable loser at the dinner. You’re truly not in the mood to answer all kinds of questions about Martin, the best would be if you could just stuff your face in peace and come back home and chug another bottle of wine alone.

You’re already getting ready to leave when your doorbell rings and you freeze. Could it be…?

You rush to the door and peek out through the peephole and your jaw drops to the floor when you see Harry on the other side.

“Dr. Styles!” you greet him eagerly as you throw the door open. “I mean, Harry,” you correct yourself quickly, making him laugh. He’s changed the white coat and blue scrubs to a pair of black slacks and a red sweater under his coat and you can’t ignore the fact that he is holding onto a bouquet of supermarket flowers he probably picked up on his way here.

“Hey, I hope… I hope it’s not weird that I’m here,” he chuckles awkwardly.

“I told you to use my address freely,” you smile at him. “How can I help you? I hope you didn’t come here to check in on me.”

“No,” he lets out a laugh. “I’m actually… I thought about it… I thought about you and I realized that I was stupid. So I’m here to make it up and if you still want me to, I would love to be your date today.”

Your eyes widen at his offer, you were definitely not expecting this turn of events.

“What? You really want to meet my family?”

“If it’s alright,” he shrugs chuckling. “I know it’s not the best idea for a first date, but I… I want to help you. And my male pride will not let you go home on your own after what your ex did to you.”

“That’s really nice, but I wouldn’t want to throw you in front of my whole family just like that. Have you even slept since you left the hospital?”

“I had a trip home, took a nice nap, that’s enough for me to last this one evening,” he smiles at you and you don’t doubt him.

“You can come with me, but under one condition.”

“And what is that?”

“We come back here and you’re gonna sleep. I will not be the reason you turn into a zombie.” The coy smile on your face is a tell for him that there might be a bit more than just sleeping, though you’re serious about that.

“I can work with that,” he chuckles softly. “So, do we have a deal?”

“Yeah, let me grab my coat and we can leave. And I’ll give you a quick lesson about my family before I throw you in front of the wolves.”

“I’ll take notes,” he smirks at you before you head out to your car.

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bex-la-get · 3 years ago

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You know I'm going to request 2 for Ethan and Nat, its perfect for that grump and queen 🥰

Dearest CJ, I love this prompt! Thank you, love! Hope you’re having a wonderful week! Also this is unedited and I wrote it at 1am so sorry for any mistakes.

From this ask list.

#2 - Person A is singing Christmas songs all the time and Person B is quite annoyed by that at first. But they don't complain anymore when A finds B humming a Christmas song themselves.

“Have a holly, jolly Christmas. It’s the best time of the year. I don’t know if there’ll be snow, but have a cup of cheer.”

Ethan did his best not to groan. Normally he loved hearing Natalie sing; but this was the thousandth Christmas song he’d heard her sing over the course of the last several days and he was convinced his head was about to explode.

“Nat, my darling, my light, love of my life,” he said, fighting the urge to rub his temples.

“Yes, my love?” she asked, looking up at him.

“You know I love hearing you sing. But must you sing every Christmas song under the sun? December barely just started!”

Natalie chuckled. “Don’t be such a grinch, E. Where’s your holiday spirit?”

“Must’ve left it in my other pants,” he replied.

“Well go put them on ‘cause in this house, the minute Thanksgiving’s over, it’s Christmas time. And I will not tolerate Christmas slander!”

“Aren’t you Jewish?”

“Half, technically. And Hanukkah’s not for another few weeks. I’ll celebrate accordingly then but for now: Christmas!” She threw her hands into the air for emphasis and Ethan shook his head.

“This is something I’m just gonna have to get used to, isn’t it?”

She giggled and held up her left hand, her engagement reflecting the light from the nearby lamp. “For the rest of your life, baby.”

He sighed. “Fine. Just, if you must sing Christmas music at all times, can you at least throw a little Sinatra or Crosby in there?”

Nat laughed and nodded. “Deal.”

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As the holiday grew closer and closer, Nat continued to sing Christmas songs at any available opportunity. Ethan’s annoyance had faded over time and now, he had grown used to the sound of Christmas tunes being on constant replay while at home.

One afternoon, while Nat was out finishing her Christmas shopping, Ethan found himself missing the sound of Nat’s singing. Turning on a nearby speaker, he pulled up a Classic Christmas playlist and hit ‘shuffle,’ letting the holiday melodies fill the apartment with Christmas cheer.

Smiling to himself, Ethan got busy making dinner, absent-mindedly singing along to the Bing Crosby song playing.

“I’m dreaming of a White Christmas, with every Christmas card I write. May your days be merry and bright. And may all your Christmases be white.”

So wrapped up in his task, Ethan didn’t hear the front door lock turn nor did he notice Jenner’s excited whining.

Natalie dropped her shopping bags next to the front door as she entered the apartment, giving Jenner some well deserved scratches behind the ears as she followed the rare sound of Ethan singing. She recognized the song instantly, as White Christmas was both her and Ethan’s favorite Christmas film. But she’d never heard Ethan sing the title song before.

Entering the kitchen, she found Ethan, with his back to her as he chopped vegetables, singing along to Bing Crosby. She smiled; for all his complaining about her nonstop singing of Christmas music, the fact that Ethan was now doing it himself had her feeling extremely vindicated.

“I knew you couldn’t resist the spirit of Christmas,” she said, making her presence known.

Ethan turned on his heels, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “What? I-- I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh,” she replied, walking towards him. “I’m sure you had nothing to do with the Christmas playlist playing right now. And that totally wasn’t you singing along to a Christmas song either.”

“No, definitely not,” Ethan said, shaking his head.

Natalie laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Did your heart finally grow three sizes, Mr. Grinch?”

“Shut up,” he replied, smiling. Then, before Natalie could tease him any further, he kissed her soundly, cutting off any snarky rebuttal she had planned. Ethan didn’t complain much about Christmas music after that.

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katsuhera · 4 years ago

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chapter 6: counterattack [keep it on the low series]

this is: ch6 | chapter 7 | series masterlist

pairing: levi x female reader (y/n)

scenario: it’s your first day of your sophomore year of college and you’re anxiously waiting in your seat in your first major-related class! in walks the ta, and he’s the cutest guy you’ve ever seen, but you’re already intimidated by his piercing stare. what could possibly happen!!?!?

genre: fluff, modern day college au

wc: 1.2k

a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS Y’ALL🥰✨and more importantly, happy birthday to our mans captain levi 😌❤️

you enjoyed talking to eren. you actually had a lot of common interests - you had the same music interests and similar hobbies, and not to mention your shared major. he seemed genuinely friendly and like a down-to-earth guy, so you were comfortable around him and opened up easily. you had even introduced him to your friend group so that he could accompany you during study sessions. finally, you had an ir study partner.

there was another exam coming up, though, and you and eren were stressed. particularly eren, who hadn’t done that well on the first one.

“should we go to office hours?” you mentioned one day, when you and he were studying.

“when’s the next one?” he asked, looking at his google calendar. “oh fuck, i have class during office hours.”

“damn, that’s the last one before the exam, though,” you said, worried lines creasing your forehead. “honestly, i can just go and take a lot of notes on whatever the ta says, and then we can go over them together.”

“yeah, that works,” he said, and it was decided. the last few times you saw levi in class weren’t anything special - he did his role as a ta, and you attended class as a student, so that was all and normal. still, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something had somehow changed.

the next day when you prepared for office hours, you noticed that subconsciously, you were again dressing up just a tad in preparation for your visit. the weather had gotten slightly cooler in the past month, so instead of a skirt, this time you opted for some straight leg jeans, a black lace cami tucked into them, and a loose blazer.

you wondered if the blazer was too much, but shook off the thought. the looseness made it more casual, and besides, you had plans to go out to get brunch later with your friends. it’d been a while since you last dressed up, so you decided to just go for it. with a dust of perfume, you went off to office hours, bag and laptop in tow.

approaching the door, you reminisced about how nervous you were about speaking with him. you had none of that anxiety now, and you smiled to yourself at the silliness of your past emotions. you knocked, and that familiar “come in,” rang out from behind the door.

“hi! it’s me again,” you said lightheartedly.

“hey y/n, how can i help you?” he said. it wasn’t like he was hostile, but he wasn’t overly friendly either. just doing his job as a ta, you noticed.

“i just wanted to review some material before the next exam again,” you replied, opening your laptop.

“sure, let’s do it,” he said, scooting in, angling his face across the desk so he could see your screen.

those familiar butterflies were starting to rouse in your stomach, once again taking in the scent of his cologne. he always looked and seemed so put together, and the cologne was like the perfect, fluffy icing on a cake. he smelled of burnt wood and fresh… nature? but in the best way possible. he just smelled fresh and appealing. it fits him, you thought absentmindedly.

the review session went well, overall. you were mostly just proud of yourself for paying attention to his responses to your questions this time and actually understanding what he said. you were starting to catch up with the pace of the class anyway, and the analyses you had to do for the readings came more and more naturally.

“thank you so much for your help!” you said, genuinely pleased with today’s review. you had just closed the lid of your laptop when you stilled, feeling a hand on your shoulder.

“of course, y/n,” levi said. you looked up, and immediately were caught in the hold of his gray eyes. “are you cramming for these exams? you can come to office hours and catch up on material in advance of exams, you know.” he chuckled and squeezed your shoulder lightly before lifting his hand.

it felt as though your heart had stopped beating. you thought you were over your little schoolgirl crush, but it’s like his touch brought it all back. you were back to being that shy and meek girl you were from a month ago, except now your armpits were getting sweaty in your blazer.

your thoughts raced to think of things to say to fill the pause. you laughed weakly, “yeah, you’re right. i shouldn’t cram.”

“my door is always open to you, just come in whenever you have a question,” he said lightly. “no need to make an appointment. i’m here most of the day, anyway, even during off hours.”

you looked up at him. today, he wore a plain gray top under a black blazer.

it’s like we’re matching, you thought to yourself, a flush creeping to your cheeks as you imagined how embarrassing it would be if he could read your mind.

hesitantly, you brought your eyes to match his.

“sounds good!” you stammered. “if it doesn’t bother you.”

he laughed. “it would never. come visit anytime. anyway, i hope i was able to help today. email me if you have any other questions.”

taking that as your cue to go, you stood up and grabbed your things.

“sure, today was super helpful! thanks again,” you said bashfully, and hurried out.

levi had made a spur of the moment decision to drop the neutral act and start flirting with you about halfway through the review session. the more he looked at you, the more annoyed he got at how comfortable you seemed with eren - clearly different from how you were acting with him. the past couple of weeks made it clear to him that he was somehow jealous of eren - who was clearly hitting on you that time in class, even if you didn’t realize - and the only way he decided he could relieve himself of this shitty jealousy was to flirt with you too.

he wondered if his flirtations were too obvious. he didn’t want to make it evident that he was flirting with you, but he couldn’t help himself from making some moves.

he had to be careful, though - he wasn’t exactly sure of any repercussions that could come back to bite him in the ass if someone caught him flirting with one of his students. however, seeing the way that you immediately blushed and got nervous at his touch made him pretty sure that you wouldn’t say anything.

levi had to admit - you were really cute. you were cute to him in your casual class outfits, and you were just as cute in the outfits you wore to his office hours. he smiled subconsciously, thinking about how you both wore blazers today. a fleeting thought of how cute you’d look in one of his blazers darted across his mind.

he sighed. in any case, he was just happy that he got to see you alone today, and that he seemed to have some effect on you. he grimaced at how for the past few weeks, when he wanted to look at you, he had to look at eren too, who always sat next to you.

whatever, he thought. i’m better than that stupid boy anyway.

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