#sunmo

[tobeafangirl]

sunday morning

Words: 1,565 Rating: PG-13 (language, nothing but fluff here. Fluffy lovey Harry) Type: One Shot (Harry Styles x Reader)

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Harry was running around frantically in the kitchen. It had to be near nine in the morning and she was still asleep, but he knew it wouldn’t be for long. She was an early bird, but he had turned off her alarm this morning. It was Sunday anyway, and she had been working so hard since her new promotion.

Being with Y/N was indescribable. She was the sun that came out on rainy days. The moon that shined bright at night. She was Harry’s world. Unfortunately, work had sort of taken over both their lives recently. 

Harry's new album was…well…he didn’t want to talk about it. This was his fourth album, he wanted it to be perfect. Maybe a bit too perfect. Harry didn’t like to put things out that he didn’t feel one hundred percent about. There was even a song that had around 30 mixes by now and he felt like the album was slipping more and more away each day.

She was the same with her work. As Harry said, Y/N just got a promotion but with a promotion comes new tasks and more responsibility, and although Harry and her both knew that would be the case. This just made it harder for them to spend time together. That's why this was so important to Harry. They finally had a few days they were able to spend together, thanks to a three day weekend for Y/N and a stern Harry taking those days off just to do this.

What was this? This was Harry trying to make pancakes, but not just any pancakes. Y/N has always wanted to try those really fluffy ones that look absolutely ridiculous and a bit fake but Harry was sure trying his damn hardest to bring her wish to life. Even if it meant getting batter on her favorite apron. “Shit!” Harry cursed as he tried to wash the batter off but it just kind of adhered. He groaned. Then, his eyes went wide as he turned around and there was smoke coming from the pan. “Not again!” He exclaimed. A sighed coming from him as he discarded his fifth batch of pancakes. Maybe it was the batter? Too much baking soda? Wait did it say baking or powder? 

God, he was fucked.

“Smells….good?” Y/N’s voice could be heard from the stairs and Harry turned around quickly. A smile on his face that did not mimic the chaos behind him. “You’re up!” He sort of shouted, as if that would be a distraction for her. She crossed her arms and tilted her head. Okay, she’s not impressed, Harry thought but then he watched as a smile etched across her face. “Want some help?” She asked and he grinned, “Get your cute little arse over here.” Harry murmured, and Y/N rolled her eyes at him.

“What would you do without me, H?” She stepped further into the kitchen, her smile turning unamused as she walked up to him, her hand grasping the apron where the batter was stuck. Her eyes flickered to his and Harry looked at her apologetically. “I’ll buy you a hundred more, promise.” He said hopefully.

Y/N let out a sigh, "Hundred and two.” She said, a sly smile coming onto her face. Harry learned down to kiss the smile away, a short brief kiss between them. “Deal.” Harry said with a soft chuckle and Y/N gave him a light smack on the chest. Harry rubbed it as if it even hurt, it didn’t.  “Okay, move over Casanova. What were you even making?” She asked as she looked around at the mess.

Batter was everywhere, flour and it looked like Harry even spilt the good vanilla. There were so many bowls out, stacking in the sink, stove still slightly smoking from being over used at this point. “Oh, babe.” She said softly and she turned to see Harry looking like he was a teenager again. “I know – You know those japanese pancakes you always have wanted to try? The fluffy ones? Yeah, well. Ta da?” 

“You know you can order those from down the street, right?” No, Harry didn’t know that but now he did. “Hey! I was trying to be sweet.” Harry wined slightly, he moved until he was behind her. His arms wrapping around her middle and his chin laying on her shoulder. “You are sweet.” She commented and he nodded. “Yeah, I am.” That earned him another smack to the arm.

His lips creeped up the side of her neck as she tried to salvage the utter monstrosity he had made. “I’m an idiot, I should’ve got you down here sooner.” Harry muttered into her skin as his arms squeezed her a bit tighter. 

Y/N giggled, drawing her shoulder and ear together, “That tickles!” She nearly squealed and that just encouraged Harry to wiggle his fingers across her sides, her arms coming down flat to try and stop them. “Harry!” Y/N yelled, trying to sound angry but her laughter broke through it all. 

“You love me.” Harry said as he ceased his torments, his head going back comfortably in the crook of her neck. “I do.” She says and he presses a small Harry. “I love it when you say those words.” Harry kissed the top of her head as he ruffled her hair. She pushed him away playfully and laughed. “Get away! I have to finish this mess you started.” She pointed back at him wildly, dramatically. 

He was in love. No, really. This was it for him. 

Harry once felt like he would never find love. Well, not true love anyway. Even when he thought he had poured his heart out, there was always something. A hiccup, a miscommunication, misleading information…Harry could write a novel. Not with her though, because she understood. 

Y/N understood that Harry’s music wasn’t only for himself. That it was just as important as what she did in her work. They shared a respect for each other and trusted each other. Harry doesn’t really know how he got so lucky, but he thanks the universe or whatever magic brought Y/N to him. To find someone you see your entire future with, well, it makes the world make a bit more sense. 

Harry tiptoed into the living room, finding a vinyl to listen to and settling with ‘Rumours’ by Fleetwood Mac. A favorite, naturally. Harry danced back into the kitchen, his voice carrying along with Stevie’s as he danced with his back to hers for a moment. 

Y/N laughed at Harry’s antics. He was such a weirdo. It seemed to make her adore him more and more each day. “Would you stop! I’m a professional, you know.” She scolded him playfully, holding up her whisk at him as she stuck her tongue out. 

That was another thing. She made him feel a balance of things. They could do this, goof off and banter with each other like they weren’t adults but then they could be serious, like making big decisions together. This being the last one, her moving in. 

It was a two month conversation considering there would obviously be times he would have to be on tour or in other countries and as much as he would love to take her everywhere with him, her career was important to her. That’s something he loved about her. 

He knew he could give her the world if she wanted, but Y/N was one of the most hard working people Harry knew, so it was safe to say he knew she wouldn’t give it up when they made things official. 

Now, he gets to wake up to her, go to sleep next to her. And although it doesn’t happen every night. It happens. That’s what mattered. He would take chaste kisses goodbye and falling asleep three minutes into a movie just to spend that extra time with her. 

“A man writes songs about dancing in kitchens, a lady refuses to give him what he wants.” Harry jokingly complained. A huff coming from him that made her laugh. “Drama Queen.” She said as she rolled her eyes. Harry pinched her side. She giggled. Did he mention he was in love with her? 

Just then, she put the whisk back in the bowl and started to untie her apron off Harry’s body. “Not getting batter on me.” She mumbled and Harry smiled as she laid the apron on the counter. 

She then opened her arms and Harry wrapped his arms around her waist as he lifted her in a spin. She laughed. Melodic and beautiful and Harry had claimed it as one of his favorite sounds in the entire word. He sat her back down as they slowly swayed to ‘Dreams’. Harry had a smile on his face that made his dimples shine and Y/N was looking at him as if he made the world himself. 

They stayed like that for a while, swaying and looking into each other's eyes. The quiet speaking loud as their eyes had a conversation on their own. It seemed they both knew what the outcome of this relationship would be. 

Forever. 

Harry confirmed, his eyes heavy with a love that penetrated her to the core as he whispered, “I can’t wait to spend every Sunday morning with you.”

[jellygay]

Had a dumb dream with this OC idea and went ham when I drew him. Sunmo the sun guy! He's all muscle, ass, and tiddy.

[moochilatv]

Phatwell presents: Free Your Love

New tune from the EDM artist from Sweden

Free Your Love

Free Your Love Tonight

We need this message

"This song is dedicated to my friend who dared to step away from a relationship that had left her starved for love and intimacy. When she met a new partner and was touched for the first time in years, she started crying overwhelmed by her feelings. She realised they hade been frozen for so many years only to suddenly been released all att once. I wish this inspires others to find their happiness and be true to themselves".

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The sound of the song is a bit like Kate Bush did a EDM banger with Swedish House Mafia in 2015. Which in my opinion is the golden era for EDM. It's also a great follow-up to the song ”Time you got for love” that has been a big hit for me. Phatweel.

Listen Free Your Love in Spotify:

[poplarlabs]

"I love you more than the ocean."

"How heartwarming."

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[poplarlabs-archive]

"If you wanna make an Exeggcute, you gotta crack a few eggs."

If you want to make an Exeggcute of your own, I have a crochet ami pattern here on my Etsy!

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[graveyardgason]

He sat there in a chair across from his bed covered only by the silence and weight of the darkness of his room. A sliver of moonlight cut through his window, the only source of luminescence as it fell on the naked form of Ollie sleep in his bed. Returned from his last mission that put him up against the force of nature. The tales of the battle told of many who came close to deaths door. Luckily Ollie was spared to which Amant could only thank one person for such a favor. After putting on some pants he made his way to the living room table. Grabbing two crystal stemmed shot glasses and the bottle of rum he kept hidden. A gift from his gran gran that he only used for such occasions.

Amant last extended prayer to his father didn't go as he planned. Far from it. Experiencing death in it's truest form left some scars on the boy he tried to hide from the others. But it is through those scars that he felt more connected to his power than before. To see death first hand in such a profound way. Be it gift or punishment for tapping too deep in a world not meant for the living. It changed him in a way that felt more natural than breathing. Even more than the unnatural death tint to his eyes. He poured the glass for himself another for the empty chair, a drop of blood in each glass before taking a seat.

Raising the glass to the above and then to the below before facing the chair across from him. Death's domain might not be solely held t the heavens after all. "Iku, great father and originator of my power and blood...I, Amant, your dearest and most devote son wish to thank you. For returning those close to me...for sparing them of your gift for another day. May the ones that fell by their blade or power meet you as they transition from the living to dead and bow in your name." His voice filled with both pride and thankful prayer. Sure that many believed their godly parent was why the were still alive. But Amant knew better. No matter what power their parents held over ocean, fire or time itself...death touched all. Ending it with a prayer taught to him by his gran gran. "Kiamaku ni kekere, Kiamaku iku ina, kiamaku iku oro, kiamaku iku ejo, kiamaku sinu omi, Ase." He clicked the glass. "Mo be yin, bi iku ba sunmo itosi kie bami ye ojo iku fun." And downed the shot of rum in his father's honor and prayer.

(Translation from ofo ase: May they not die young, may they not die in fire, may they not die in tragedy, may they not die in shame, may they not die in water. May it be so. I beg you, if Death is coming, help us to avert it.)

[plusieurscouplets]

Sunmo do wa Emmanueli

[lunchboxart]

Wait now that I finally rebranded I can show you this... This man is gay AND homophobic

[guzmasgirl]

Otherworldly Lust 18+ Ao3

Guzma x Reader

Chapter 3 (Storming Rainbow Castle) posted ! It makes me feel better to notify social media after I’ve written a chapter.

It has not gotten to any 18+ parts yet so I'm sorry to disappoint, it's just a disclaimer.

give me thoughts if you get any 🤲🏼

[meowthevopropaganda]

Heyyyv

I’m looking for a bold female eevee with outstanding stats / or a female sylveon with outstanding stats for my ultra moon team

I’m willing to trade shinies for it

Here they all are

[honeyhueym]

I'm so emotional over the idea of Rapunzel being super supportive of Varian's relationship with Hugo and like...

What if she painted a small little wedding piece of them on her wall? I mean we know these are about her life and adventures but I think she'd be so overjoyed about them...It would probably be higher up from lack of space on her wall but that makes it really special to the two boys..

[leggyre]

love yourself more than anyone else

[koosummer]

[deumonic]

191004 Jihoon's Insta:

On my way to Busan SRT Train is fast

[poplarlabs]

Just in time for Pokémon Day (2/27/2025), here's my crochet pattern for a life-sized Mimikyu amigurumi plush exclusively on Patreon! The Patrons had voted for February's 'Mon of the Month in January, and Mimikyu swept the poll.

All New Student subscribers ($5/mo) and above will have access to Mimikyu for the rest of February! Afterwards, it will be moved up to the Elite Tier ($20/mo) with my other Medium level crochet patterns.

This is one of my easier Medium (Level 3) patterns, with lots of simple shapes and repetitive motifs. The pattern is meant to be flexible and forgiving. Don’t be afraid to embrace any mistakes or imperfections! They add character to the plush because Mimikyu is trying to copy Pikachu with its handmade costume.

I encourage you to really make this plush your own. You don’t have to give Mimikyu a Pikachu costume! You can choose another Pokémon or a character for Mimikyu to cosplay. Whatever you make will be adorable and creative, and I’d love to see what you come up with!

If you haven't already, don't forget to vote in my March Easter Bunny poll to choose my next crochet pattern!

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[gudakko]

i would love a crab pokemon like the crab in that gif

im pretty sure we got at leastsome crabs