#sorry to the pug lovers out there but I will never be one of u

[lyrebirdswrites]

Can’t believe gege gave yuuji a pug, one of my least fav types of dog… yuuji deserved better

[pure-kirarin]

Slow & Steady [P2] [Sabo x f!reader] (+18)

Genre : Romance - Smut - Bestfriends to lovers General warnings : Alcohol consumption - Dark themes - Swearing - S m u t - possessiveness - Mention of ex-relationships - jealousy

A/N : This is really different from my usual writing style but I am experimenting. Please tell me your thoughts and don’t hesitate to ask to be added to the tag list :) AO3 : https://archiveofourown.org/works/31877203?view_full_work=true

In the last chapter --  «-Enough playing now, you're going to sleep. -B-but ! This wasn't what I asked for....You're really a coward after all...You virgin... » He carried you to his room, putting you on the bed and sitting next to you. «-I'd love to prove you wrong. However, it would be better if you were in a state where you'd be able to recall how good I am. If you want me to fuck you this badly then maybe ask me when you're sober.

Part I - Part II

Part II  -Yeah yeah...Pff..You're no fun Sabo. Things were finally getting interesting ! »

He smiled seeing that you were now calmer. You started to yawn and bury your face in his pillow. He loved to see you getting so comfortable in his room. He really needed a cold shower after your little show.  -Goodnight (Y/N). I'll sleep on the couch. You can get comfortable. -Are you crazyy ? You gonna leave me alone like this ? Let's sleep together~ -Come on (Y/N), you're a big girl. You could sleep alone for one night, would you ? Translation : I don't want to spend the whole night with a semi. And you're dangerously flirty, and I have wanted you for years and now I have to abstain.

-Pleaaaase. You said looking at him with puppy eyes. He rolled his eyes placing a hand in his hair. God.damn.it.

You won again. Like every time. * * *  You opened your eyes hardly next day, feeling something hard against your thigh. You looked at the ceiling

Oh...I am not in my room...Where the fuck am I ?

you turn around only to discover the embodiment of Adonis to your side. A light beam was lighting up Sabo's face. He looked like an angel as his beauty couldn't be that of a human.

Was he always this handsome ?

You didn't know, in fact, you have never had the occasion to wake up in his bed. Wait, in his bed ? This realization came slowly as your head was still foggy from yesterday's consumption.

You looked down, the thing that was pressing against your leg was indeed :

his thing.

You frowned, blushed, pulled away, put a hand on your lips repressing an internal scream, all of this in around three seconds. You then tried to calm down, telling yourself that it was very normal for a man to experience this kind of morning unconviniences, and that Sabo was a man, after all. Even if  you have always seen him as a bestfriend, he was still a man that is capable of physical attraction.

Now that this internal monologue was done with, you felt a bit calmer, but that didn't answer your question. You got out of bed, trying to recall what happened after going in the bar. And it came back. All of it. Without any mercy for your feelings.

You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Your only wish was to disappear which meant : calling Nami. You headed out of the house, not even having the courage to face your bestfriend.

« Namiiiii -Uh ? What's the matter ? -I fucked up. I fucked up really bad. -Oh yeah ? Tell me about it. -Wait, why do you seem excited ? -O-oh I'm not excited. Come on tell me. What else could you have possibly done ? -I asked Sabo to fuck me. -Wait what ? You could hear Vivi ask Nami about what happened and her answering « She asked Sabo to fuck her ». -Nami ! Don't go on telling everyone about this. I'm on my way. -For starters, Vivi isn't « everyone », she's my girlfriend. And I'm here waiting for you to tell me what happened. -Wait, I'll come at your place. This can't be discussed over the phone. »

You hung up on her. Ten minutes later, you were at her place. Extremely confused. Nami was painting her nails bright red on the bed while Vivi was sitting comfortably on a chair. You let your whole body weight fall on a lounge pug, tourmented.  «-So tell me how you and Sabo ended up fucking. She emphasized the last word in a way that made you almost choke on air.  -We didn't actually. Nami and Vivi both sighed in a synchronized « Ah » of disappointment. -So hmm...I don't remember clearly. I was really drunk-- well that you're aware of and...And Sabo didn't want to leave me alone so we went to his place. Ace was at Thatch's so we were alone. We hugged and he comforted me. Then I started teasing him, and I don't know what I was thinking, but I kissed him, and then I asked him to fuck me. -Wow that escalated quickly. Said Nami as she continued painting her nails.

-Well, I was heartbroken, I needed something, someone, and he was there, and you know Sabo, he's a good guy ! I don't know what's worse, the fact that I asked him to fuck me or the fact that he said no.

-Oh god I'm so so sorry

- Nami please don't make things worse for me.

-No offense, but you're so dense. Sabo has always been into you. Do you want him, or do you not ? I know that going right into a relationship after a breakup is a bad idea. But honestly it's worth giving it a shot. He's a really good guy. Try dating someone nice for once.

-I don't know, he has something unsettling about him. Like « almost too good to be true » you know ? Added Vivi.

-Ohhh~ I see. Honestly, I always thought that he was a bit prude and hella vanilla. I mean, yes, he's my best friend. But he has never talked about girls to me or about sexual stuff. So I just assumed that. I never thought that he'd be packin' like that. You said as you popped a lollipop in your mouth.

-Ah ? Was it really that impressive ? asked Nami, genuinely curious.

-Yeah. On a scale from 0 to doflamingo he's a solid eight point seventy five. (*)

-Oh gosh. I understand why you're so worked up now.

-That's really...precise. Added Vivi, a bit horrified.

(*) [ The dear reader might need this clarification ; Doflamingo was Law's uncle, he sometimes came to pick him up after uni with his luxurious lamborghini. He wore extremely tight pants that left little to the imagination. And he was most known among your clique for having a nine incher. It was a running joke wether to know if Law got his uncle's genes. Needless to say that this joke wasn't to Law's taste. Now back to our adorable Y/N. ]

-So. I really don't know what to do. I am still heartbroken. -And horny. Added the ginger. -Yeah, that too. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship. -Listen dear, said Nami as she was closing the nail polish bottle, if you're not going for it, someone else would. And trust me, that girl Koala is upping her game. She's going to steal him right in front of your eyes, just like this - and she snapped her fingers. -Oh, and then, you can forget about being « best friends ». Said Vivi adding fuel to the fire. -Yeah, once he's gonna start dating, he won't have too much time for you-- and then, that Koala girl, my god, she seems extremely possessive ! -No way, your voice was detached, trying to act is if you weren't worried, Sabo has never dated any girl before.- -Yes but he seems to get along with that girl. And to be honest, she's kinda cute.

-Nami ! Vivi pinched her forearm playfully, pretending to be jealous.

-That hurt ! And don't be jealous, you know that you're my only one~

-Hmm...I prefer that. Vivi laughed. You started caughing reclaiming for their attention.

-Attention please ! We're discussing my dick-appointment here.

-Jesus you're really annoying, (Y/N), just go for it already.

-How much did he pay you to tell me this huh ?

-What ? He didn't pay me ! You're just always getting your heart broken. I'm just trying to be a good friend.

-Say that you are trying to get rid of her~ Jokes Vivi.

-Vivi, don't expose me like this- Nami plays along while laughing.

-I hate you girls ! You say as you throw a pillow on Nami. The ginger starts complaining that you messed her Nail polish, and the whole scene metamorphosed into a pillow fight.

* * *

You spent the whole day with the girls, chit-chatting about boys and girls and playing stupid games. You felt way more comfortable now, less ashamed. However, you were surprised because you didn't get a message from your bestfriend. You wondered wether he was mad at you, it wasn't in his habits.

You decided to message Ace [click for conversation] [ (Y/N) : Heyy amigo is Sabo ok ? Did he tell u smth abt yesterday ? Ace : Ouch, your hurting my feelings, </3 Only talking to me to ask about my brother~ Yea hes okay why tho ? (Y/N) : Ooo kay. He's home ? Ace : He is. Why don't u directly text him ? (Y/N) : Don't tell him I asked. Btw I didn't forget about those 10 bucks you « borrowed » from me. Give it back.] He didn't answer. You sighed and decided to go see Sabo to settle things down. It was the first time that you were embarrassed to see your best friend. You dressed up in a black skirt and t shirt. You didn't usually pay attention to your looks when you went to hang out at Sabo's, but you were really stressed out and what the girls have said about Koala made you scared of losing him. After all, you had some abandonment issues. You had to settle this down once and forever. You arrived at the guy's place, it was an apartment not so far from your own student flat. You knocked on the door and Ace opened : -Ohhh, (Y/N), he whistles, lookin' like a girl today huh ? -What are you implying you dumbass ? Where's Sabo ? -He's in his room with Koala.- -Wait what ? Koala ? What is she doing here ? Ace raised an eyebrow then said amused ; -I don't know, go ask him yourself. -You're useless as usual. -Always so sweet. You on your period or something ? -I didn't forget about my twenty bucks by the way. -I said I'm goin' to pay you back alright ? Now go talk to Sabo. You and Ace were always teasing each other in a brotherly way, but in reality, he really cared for you, it was just your usual way of communication. But it was true that knowing that Koala was in Sabo's room put you in a bad mood. You knocked on the door with a knot in your stomach. Did they start dating ? Was Sabo interested in her ? These ideas were torturing you. But why did you care anyways ? It was none of your business. He could date whoever he wants. You opened the door but there was only Sabo relaxing on his bed, still fully clothed. « - Sabo ?-Oh, (Y/N), what brings you here ? -Why ? Do I need a reason to see my best friend ? He sits on bed looking at you. He doesn't fail to notice your cute outfit, it was different from your usual sweatpants and hoodies, the way it complemented your figure was almost too much for him. Just that sight was driving him insane, but his face didn't betray his emotions, like always, he acted friendly, not an ounce of lust in his dark ebony eyes. You took place next to him. He smelled good, you thought. The same fresh minty smell as last time. Did he always smell this good ? -(Y/N) ?Huh ? Is everything okay ? His voice seemed concerned.He cared for you. And you had those stupid immature and posessive thoughts. Get a grip of yourself, (Y/N), you thought. -Oh yea-- wasn't Koala here ? Ace told me you were with her.

You tried so hard to act like you didn't care, but he knew you like the back of his hand. But still, he played along. -Hmm..Yes. She just left. I was going out as well. He says with a sweet smile, looking at his watch. You couldn't help but make a disappointed face. -But Sabo I wanted to - I'm really sorry (Y/N), let's talk later. He ruffles your hair and you close your eyes as he does so. You felt stressed out. What happened exactly ? You felt intimidated in his presence for the first time. You wanted him to stay and talk this out. It was a bit awkward for you now. You never thought too much. As he was going out of the room you held the fabric of his coat tight in your hand ; -Sabo- -Hum ? Need me to drop you somewhere ? -N-no. You let his sleeve go, realizing what you have just done, I'll stay a bit then go back home. Don't worry about me. -Alright then. See you later ? -Yeah. See ya. ]

You looked at Sabo go away and you followed him shortly after. Meanwhile Ace was sitting on the couch and watching some movies. You went back home and was quite tormented. It wasn't the right time to worry as you had your assignments and studies to deal with. On one hand, you didn't even have the time to think of your ex boyfriend and his cheating but on the other, you felt like you were let down by Sabo. But why ? He didn't do anything. He just found himself a new friend and a potential new girlfriend.

He didn't even talk about her, but why where you so upset by him meeting her ? After all, he had the right to date just like you always did.

A few days have passed and you didn't get the chance to talk to Sabo. Your exams were getting closer and closer and you didn't feel ready.

Usually, Sabo would help you with your assignments but you were too scared to ask. You realized how much you relied on him and how he has been always there for you.

Who were you exactly to him ?

Maybe you took him for granted.

As you were on your bed looking at the ceiling and trying to collect every drop of motivation in your system to study, you heard your phone ring. It was Sabo's ringtone ! ----- Tag list : @vemuabhi @chloe-abbacchio @mwls-garden @soanywaysistartedsimping If you wanna get tagged just ask for it :)

[pinkykitten]

The time in Summervale: 1

Warning: none

Specifics: y/n=your name, oc, oc fic, comedy

People: athela (your mother), edward (your father), huxley (cook), ruthy (maid)

Words: 1,438

Summary: In the fictional land of Summervale, 1700, you, the Duchess are made into an arranged marriage.This is the dream of your parents but certainty not the dream of a longing inventor like yourself. You are taught to be a lady but who wants to be a  primp and proper lady when you can have fun and be yourself. You need to try to convince your parents this is not what you want or is it? How will it be seeing the Prince of Linwyn? Will you finally change your mind and side with your parents? 

Authors Note: this is something newwwwww. ive been wanting to do kinda my own thing for a while so this is not on any fandom this is a story i will be updating with chapters about my characters but in a x reader way if that makes sense so its still gonna use you and such just this is my own story. i got inspiration off of this story “the austrian suitor” by @headoverhiddles​, granted i dont know the character or the fandom i just read it cuz another blog reblogged it yet i rlly enjoyed it even tho it is smut and im not usually a smut reader just kinda skip that or whatever either way it was extremely well written and gave me such inspiration like wowowowowow. so i made this piece inspired by that and i hope you guys like it. this is just kinda an opening to the whole thing and to kinda see how it works out so there is not any romance in this but trust me there will be but like i said i want to see how this goes if yall like if u do pls tell me tell me what u think ur thoughts everything i worked rlly hard on this so pls share like reblog do what you gotta do it would me a lot to me. thnx guys <3

“Maybe this piece goes here,” you mumbled to yourself. An action you always did but it was something your mother hated. Sitting atop your bed you concentrated your efforts in inventing a mixer that did its job on its own. Call it a hobby or a dream but inventing was your world. You loved the satisfaction of creating something with your own two hands especially if it helped people. Unfortunately, your parents the Prince and Princess of Summervale did not approve. They called it very unladylike. Your mother, Athela, would scold you about getting messy and dirty and then throw you in the tub like a little child. Your father, Edward, was always forcing you to learn how to seam. His mother used to do it and he wanted to pass it down to you. Those things didn’t excite you, didn’t make you complete. Inventing was something you loved and was always thinking about. As you would look at an apple tree during your morning stroll you would wonder about what inventions would be good for peeling apples whilst your parents bored you with duties as a Duchess. 

“Almost done,” you screwed on the last screw to your creation. You had dirt under your nails and they were short and barely ever polished, only for special occasions. Your hair was almost every time how it was meant to be. None of those gels, ties, bows, again only for special occasions. Your mother, Athela, would buy you all these face creams, soaps, masks, but you were content with your scars and bumps, naming them every so often after royals, saying your “face was a castle and there should definitely be Queens and Kings roaming on it.” You were odd and different to others but to yourself you were this boring, normal, royal girl that everyone hated because you were granted everything you could ever want. Life was not that simple though. Sometimes when you have everything handed to you - all the money in the world - it still doesn’t fill up that hollow feeling inside or take away the sadness. It was something to help people cope but it was never the antidote. 

“Alright...finished. What do you think Karim?” You hastily got out of bed and sat on the floor presenting your mixer to your pug. One very lovely vacation you took with your family you had learn a bit of Arabic. It was a beautiful language and you had made many friends there. You named your dog Karim meaning generous. Karim was generous, he was the only one who would look at your inventions. “Do you think it will work?” You gave a toothy grin, excited. 

Karim grunted as he licked his nose, panting. 

“I knew you would like it,” patting his head you jump up ready to show not just your parents but also the cooks. You had a very good feeling about this one. Every time you made an invention you had hope that maybe your parents would change their minds about your future but every occurrence was the same. 

“Mother, father! Come look!” You yelled as you sprinted down the stairs not caring if your nightgown would get dirty sweeping across the floors of the castle. “Come quick!”

“What in the heavens is the matter my dear child?” Edward, your father, grumbled seeing you in such a hurry. 

“See, father, in the kitchen.”

“In the kitchen?”

You passed by your mother, she tried to catch you but you slipped from her grip. “Young Lady why are you not dressed and groomed properly? You look like a mess.”

“Doesn’t matter, mother in this moment time is of the essence!” You arrived at the kitchen and grabbed a blue glass bowl, plopping it with a loud clank on the counter top. 

“What are you doing y/n?” The cook asked. “You almost broke me bowl!” He was a plump older man, very short. His hair was salt and pepper and his face was as white as flour yet his cheeks were always red.

“Forgive me Huxley I just need to know. Need to see and dive deep into the unknown.” You opened up a recipe card that Huxley wrote down for your favorite cake. Vanilla cake, you were a simple girl. “Alright I need eggs and flour and oh yes milk! Almost forgot about the milk!” You were talking to yourself again as you ran around the kitchen like a mad woman. 

“Is this another one of your inventions?” Huxley crossed his arms knowing about your obsession. 

“Yes but my dear good old Huxley-”

“Old?” He lifted his brow. 

“No time to explain, I have a tingling within me. This one is going to be it, I know it. Mother and father will finally see and believe in me.” You poured all the ingredients in the bowl. Your parents walked in, perplexed. 

“Hello everyone. Today I show you something I have been working on the for the past week. I am very proud of myself but any who let me show you my newest invention-”

“Oh here we go again?” Athela rolled her eyes.

“The mixer!” You lifted it high in the air. “This mixer will not only mix greatly and fine it will mix to your acquired speed. Please watch.” You pulled the lever three times and then pushed the big button. The mixer turned on automatically with it squeaking from the gears. “As you can see the mixer is mixing all the ingredients together. No more of the hassle of blistered hands or tired arms, this does it for you! You can even look away and do other chores in the midst.” You turned around and your creation you thought so high about was creating smoke and making an odd sound. 

“Um y/n,” Edward said, “is it supposed to do that?”

“Huh,” you turned to it again and all of a sudden the mixer started to go faster in speed. “Oh no.” The mixer then flew high in the air and starting to spin around like a mini airplane. 

“Get down!” Huxley shouted and everyone in the room screamed in fear or bent down hiding under tables and items. 

“Its alright everyone! Just a little mistake!” You climbed onto the tables trying to fetch the item. “Blasted thing.” You jumped onto the counter and caught it making it stop. Until it started to mix again and it caught a piece of your hair. You screamed loud and tried running away but hit the bowl of cake mix making it hurl in the air on top of your head making you slip from the batter onto your back. The mixer finally stopped. You groaned knowing you were about to hear it from your parents. 

Athela stood up with a scowl on her face. “To your room. Now!”

You sat at your vanity disappointed with yourself. You had worked so hard on the mixer and had embarrassed yourself. Athela was standing next to you, glaring. Karim was laying in his bed munching on a treat and your maid Ruthy tended to your hair. 

“I cannot believe you chose to do this on a day like today. Of all days!” Your mother was furious. Her gloved hands were held into fists. “You were supposed to be ready!”

“I know. I’m sorry mother.” In the end you always apologized even though you really hadn’t meant it. You hated when your mother was right especially about inventing. You always wanted to prove her wrong but it ended in outright disappointment. 

“Look at this hair now.” Athela lifted the piece of hair that was wrapped around the mixer. “Can you save it Ruthy?”

Ruthy bit her lip as she heaved a sigh, “I’m sorry your Royal Highness it is very tangled I must cut it off.”

“Oh my! Are you sure?”

Ruthy nodded.

“Today of all days,” Athela repeated herself. “How will your future husband think of you now?”

“What?” You asked and then all was heard was a snip as Ruthy cut that one lock of hair.

“Make sure you take that disgusting batter out of her hair.” Athela pointed to your scalp.

“Mother what are you talking about?” You stood up throwing your precious now broken mixer onto your desk.

“My dear didn’t you not fall just mere minutes ago in that vanilla goop?”

“Thats not what I meant and you know it. I am asking about what you said about a future husband. What did you mean by that?”

Athela rubbed your shoulders up and down and broke into a huge smile. “My dear you are getting married!”

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[jawllines]

im crYING PLEASE SHARE WHAT U HAVE OF SINGLE DAD HARRY SO FAR

OKAY HERE IT IS IT ISNT A LOT BUT LIKE KIND OF A LOT I STARTED WRITING A WHILE AGO

Y/N falls a lot.

Its an unexplored phenomenon that happened upon her suddenly; she thinks she might've been on the end of some curse, if you asked her, that's how sudden it'd been. As if she'd ticked off a witch somehow and she damned her to a life of ungainly inelegance that gets her fixed into some shitty situations. Like once she'd tripped over her feet, reached out for something to grab onto and unintentionally knocked over two motorcycles outside of a cute diner that she then had to hall ass from (her friend in toe). Another time she tripped over the curb, sloshed her coffee on a small child and had to deal with a very bitter mother. Once she'd even stumbled a little too far beyond a bush at a club she 100% wasn't meant to be at, and found her history professor getting his nether regions fondled by a cute, blond beefcake.  Hell, she was even losing her job soon because of it -- nobody likes a waitress who spills everything.

It's safe to say, it was a terrible thing she's got going for her. . .except her history professor will often be lenient with her and extending dates or grading easier, but she thinks it's because he's married and she's carrying his secret with him -- but other than that, mostly bad.

So when she'd tumbled down outside of a particularly big, fancy house because she'd missed a small ball rolling towards her, she only expected the worst. Especially since this isn't her neighborhood, and she sort of snuck in passed big rocks and dusty bushes with her dog tucked beneath her armpit. Now before someone goes and calls her a creep or a burglar or something, she walks her dog here for two reasons. 1 being it was a nice neighborhood that she didn't have to look over her shoulder constantly in fear, and the streets were wide, and it was nice to pretend that this is where she lived for a few minutes. 2 being that this is where Alfred -- her pug -- liked walking most.

Her tumbles often result in scratches and scrapes, but a particularly sharped pebbled area had raked across her knees. She moans in pain watching a trickle of blood, glistening in the glittery rays of sun and leaving a snail trail of a stain in it's wake -- she's got to climb over all them rocks again, but with an opened wound? So basically she's welcoming any sort of disease to just really have at her, like a buffet for tiny little viruses hiding in dirt or however that works.

Alfred is getting fussy besides her because they are sitting and not walking and Y/N's about to tell him to stop being a grump when a small voice startles her, "Oh no!" It exclaims, all snuffled and snotty and her head darts over to see a kid around 5 or 6 staring at her knee with wide eyes, "Your hurt! Oh no, oh no, oh no, you're going to die!" And he's cute -- really cute, and familiar looking but before she can get a look at him or tell him that she isn't dying or anything, it was just a scrape, he's scampering off back towards his house. For a moment she thought he'd been running away from the scene of the crime, as she presumes it was his ball she tripped over, but then with a loud cry of, "Daddy!" and a few stumbles over untied shoelaces, he's barging through his front door and leaving it wide open.

Y/N wraps her fist around Alfred's leash a few times -- the naughty bugger is trying to get away -- while she stares up at the massive house. It's the one all the neighbor's always gab to her about (they think she's a hot shot lawyer's kid down the way or something, but it's not like she's lying she just doesn't bother correcting them when they spout the wrong name to her). Messy divorce, she'd heard, including stuff thrown onto the lawn, yelling loud enough that they could hear despite the space between each house, keyed cars, angry ex's, scorned lovers of the past, a whole shebang at a party a month or two ago that involved heavy alcohol and admitting infidelity. Pretty juicy stuff, about this house, and she's about to meet one of causes of it.

She hadn't known they had a kid though. . .that makes the gabbing much less satisfying and much more sad.

The kid was cute enough -- sounded like he had loads of snot jammed up his nose, but he had soft features and soft looking hair. Very precious. . .like a cute little newsie boy; if he was her kid she would probably dress him up like that. She'd also get him to blow his nose until all of the gunk left in a gnarly hunk, but he wasn't her kid so she guesses he'll just have to stay stuffed up and uncomfortable. Or a least she thinks he might be uncomfortable because she's surely uncomfortable when she can't breathe but --

"Here Daddy look!" The voice starts again and Y/N looks up to where she sees the boy again and a very frazzled looking man running out in a robe that's just barely tied and his hair wrapped up in a towel and Y/N's mouth falls open.

His father. . .his father was very much Harry Styles.

"She's going to die, Daddy, and it's 'cos of me ball." He goes again, wiping at his nose on the sleeve of his shirt and Harry freaking Styles smiles warmly as he let's his son -- his son who Y/N knows is named Theodore because she's been following this man's life since her awkward teenage years -- tug him down to his level, before a more apologetic smile lands on Y/N.

"She's not going to die Pet," he sighs, "Just a scrape is all -- what've I told you about playing outside when I'm not out with you?" It's very fatherly, how he says it, and Y/N would coo probably if not for feeling so star struck and also the throbbing pain in her knee.

Theodore looks down sadly, "Said not to, or I might get smushed by a car," he then turns to Y/N as if to explain himself, "'cos m'not so good at lookin bof ways."

"Understandable," Y/N tells him, "I'm not very good at looking both ways either."

Theodore grins, like he's forgotten he's getting scolded and points towards her pug who is sitting in a huff besides her, "Wha's your dog's name?"

"Alfred," she answers easily, leaning over and heaving the oversized Pug from her left to her right so he was closer to the boy and his famous father that was hovering over them suspiciously quiet, like he was trying to see how this might play out, "He's a bit cross with me because of the fall so that's why he looks like such a grump. You can pet him if you want, he loves getting rubbed on his head," she shows him how before moving her hand so his small, chubby fingers could replace hers -- she nearly expected him to be rough like most kids are with pets, but he's gentle in how he moves his fingers and his mouth falls open in awe like he'd never seen a dog before.

"I'm sorry about the ball," Harry starts suddenly, and Y/N jumps a bit, having been staring at her pug and the kid, "I -- your knee is pretty busted up. Are you able to walk? Which house is yours I can take you to --"

"No, no, it's fine, don't worry I --" she stutters some, because how terrible would it be to admit she doesn't even live around here? "I think I can make it."  

Pressing her palms into the ground, she wobbles herself up to a stand the best she can without wincing too much in pain. She didn't want him to think she was being overdramatic or anything, even though it did hurt like a bitch and she wasn't 100% sure how she was going to climb over the rock and bushes again. Fact of the matter is she is meeting her idol with blood dribbling down her leg in a manner that makes her look like a total stalker, so she can't even say she's a fan.

When she gains her footing, she is about to sigh in relief but a gust of wind and a tug from Alfred nearly sends her tumbling down again, if not for an arm clasping around her bicep. A squeak echoes through he basically empty street and bounces back into her ears as she tries to regain the footing she lost, "Sorry, thank you."

Harry eyes her suspiciously before shaking his head, "C'mon, lets get you cleaned up. D'ya think you could make it to the porch with me?"

"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to be a bother --"

"You aren't," he tells her, holding out his arm, "Worry that might get infected though, and you can barely stand so I can't imagine you walking home in this state -- might tumble and make it worse." Y/N takes it hesitantly, twisting the leash around her fist again so that Alfred wouldn't try making a run for it with the kid in tow. They start making their way towards the huge home, Y/N trying to hobble quick enough to match his pace and also trying not to be knocked over with the sheer fact that her clumsiness worked out in her favor this time, only not so much as well. The circumstances in which she imagined herself ending up at Harry Styles' house didn't normally begin with his kid trailing behind them and her knee stained Scarlet, nor did it include Alfred's snorting, slunky way of toddling through the new surroundings.

Harry disappears for a moment inside with Theodore in in tow and remerges with a first aid kit. She keeps her hands settled in her lap, looking around with wide, wondrous eyes at the expansive lawn and fountain accompanying it, hedges sculpted for a king it looked like, grass kept well and green, and as the reality of the situation settles, she feels a slight panic set in, and she hopes she's not shaking because her insides are vibrating and she feels like she might cry. At least the crying she could blame on the knee, but there's so much that she wants to say to him and yet she can't think of anything at all, all at once.

So she sits still and quiet, save for a stern, "Be good, Alfred." and watches as the Pug sits in a huff besides Theodore who keeps a hand carefully between Alfred's ears.

"You'll save her daddy, right?" He asks hesitantly, like he might have confidence in his father but also knows that he's a singer and an actor not a doctor, and as far as he is concerned right now Y/N is bleeding out. There is a nervous light in his eyes that almost convinces Y/N that she's on her way out too, brows furrowing and another stir of a panic sparking in her but Harry tuts his tongue.

"Pet, what did I say? She's okay. Aren't you?" He looks towards Y/N and his eyes are very sweet and kind and he looks a bit sleepy doesn't he? Maybe he'd just woken up a little while ago, and now she feels bad that she disturbed his morning, as she nods quickly and flickers her gaze back to Theodore.

"Right as rain, promise." She holds out her pinkie finger and wriggles it, "Just a scratch is all."

"See?" Harry bends down before her, and she jumps a bit when he swipes up her leg to clear off the blood stain, "She's fine. Why don't yeh go play with Mr. Snuggles in your room, Teddy?"

"Nuh-uh," he tells him, "You got out the sprays -- spray is the worst part, so I gots t'a hold her hand during." With this Harry sighs as his son scrambles up to stand, rushing over to her side and grabbing at her hand with soft, chubby, sticky fingers (it might be snot from his stuffy nose, but she tries not to think about it too much), as he stares with big eyes while his father reaches out for the spray, slides his hand beneath Y/N's knee (she also tries not to think about that too much either, because this is not how she imagined a scenario in which Harry Styles was touching her would go).

Cautiously, he holds it above the scrape, "This is going to sting a bit, yeah?" He warns and Theodore's grasp becomes tighter, "Think you'll manage?"

"Who's to say?" Y/N jokes and she manages to get a small smile out of him before he spritzes it over her wound. And Y/N hisses a bit, Theodore holding even tighter -- tiny cratered half moons dug into her palm from his nails -- and Alfred snorts like some might have ricocheted onto him. When Y/N doesn't immediately start sobbing underneath the pain of the sting, Theodore lets up on her hand while his dad swipes petroleum jelly on the inside of a band aid.

"There," he utters, crumbling up the wrapper in his hand and shoving it in his pocket, "All cleaned up. Still sore?"

"A bit, but I think I can make it home," she tells him, before shooting him a smile, "Thank you loads for patching me up -- I don't think I've been able to even afford a box of band aids in a long while." Standing up steadily, she decides it might be best to pick Alfred up so the heft of his body doesn't try to tug her forward to fall again before she's out of Harry's eyesight, "It was nice to meet you! And you," she shifts the pug over to one arm and cradles him the best she can so she can hold her hand out to Theodore, "Thanks for saving me. Don't think I would've made it without your help."

He snorts up snot and smiles shyly, shaking her hand, "Come back soon so we can checks for infections, okay? Follow ups are 'portant."

As they walk down his driveway, Harry explains, "He's caught me watching Grey's Anatomy one too many times, so medical jargon fo' him is a norm."

When they get to the end, Y/N hugs Alfred a little tighter, "Thanks again for fixing my knee."

He waves his hand as if to brush it off, "Don't mention it. Be safe, yeah? No mo' falls."

It doesn't really hit Y/N until she's on her way down the street, when the star struck wonder finally fizzles out into a more reflective understanding. That's the house with the messy couple, which means Harry Styles and his girlfriend had been the messy couple, which also means that their relationship was 100% on the rocks probably (unless the nosy old women got the wrong house, but they don't do much on Weekends besides poke their heads in everyone's business so she can't imagine them having gotten this one wrong). Sure she reads articles and stuff, but other than a few offhanded remarks about things being a bit off between the two, nothing had been expanded on.

So she has some intel that not many other people might, which is pretty cool, but then her heart is sort of sad too. That stuffy nosed cutie is going through a terrible, terrible breakup between his parents, including clothes being tossed out and screaming matches. . .the whole nine. She could only hope he didn't have to see or hear any of it. And if there was any truth in what Charlotte down the way had said about the party, the man (what she presumes now his Harry) called out the girl (her name had been Ava -- some model or something, Y/N hadn't paid much attention to her though) out for cheating on him during her time in Amsterdam, and she threw her drink onto him and stomped away and Harry had stormed up stairs (and might have broken a vase, she said some people heard a crash and glass breaking).

With a sigh, Y/N hikes herself and Alfred up the dirt hills she'd crawled over to get here; she guesses it's none of her business, but she hopes he's okay.

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Y/N refrained from taking to social media about her meeting Harry, even though her fingers were itching to type out in all capitals that he smelled like Spring and fixed her knee. That would only lead to "how did you meet's" to which she would have to explain what she does, which will sound very creepy and stalker-ish even to fans online, and if she doesn't cough up the goods or a picture she might be accused of lying. So she steers clear of the topic at all costs on the internet.

Her friend Michael had not heard the end of it, however, because as soon as it all settled into her head what had happened she'd called him immediately. Talking at 100 words a second, explaining the whole thing, beginning to hyperventilate to the point he told her to locate a paper bag. It was amazing and so real and he was so real and "His hair was wrapped in a towel, how cute is that?"

Though she tells Michael of the encounter, she doesn't share the nitty gritty details of it, like how the house he is in was apparently the same house that a messy break up occurred or how tired he looked. Not because she didn't trust him with this information but something inside her tells her it's not her place to share his business, especially when she's no real understanding of the situation. Like, how truthful could Sabrina Kibbleton be anyways? Surely if it were that messy it would've had to end up in the papers one way or another, like a proper Brad/Angelina/Jennifer style blow up on every National Enquirer insight. The headlines different exaggerated variations Ava files for custody: a dirty battle in court over Theodore  or maybe even "She's a *&%@!" - Harry yells in Whole Foods, humiliating Ava in front of hundreds! accompanied with a picture of him somewhere entirely different, maybe not even yelling just with his mouth kind of open, or a grumpy face.

So she keeps that for a later day, instead zeroing in on all the cute stuff, and "I don't think you understand, he said I wasn't a bother and bandaged up my knee! It was like a fairytale."

"Dunno what kind of fairytales you've been reading, but that's pretty sad." He monotones, "Oi, why are you calling to talk about it when you're coming over anyways? And how long is it g'na be, have you got the donuts yet?"

"Jeez, gimme a minute, you know Alfie likes sniffing the flowers outside the bakery before I tie him up." She huffs, tucking her phone between her shoulder an ear before bending down and looping Alfie's leash around the bench to the left of the door, "Did I tell you he had the dreamiest eyes?"

"Yes you did, about seventeen times."