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hey! i know it’s been a while.

i see you, and i see the likes and reblogs still coming in. i see your requests, too.

im working on a piece right now, but i’m currently working 8 hour shifts a day (i pretty much sleep and work 🥲)

feel free to send in your requests, they might be short but i’m going to try to push some out. ❤️

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A list of resources to help Free Palestine

the israeli government is threatening further annexation of palestinian land. here’s how you can help.

Petition links-

calling on the us state department + department of defense to demand an end to israel’s forced displacement of palestinians from jerusalem

tell your state rep. to support the palestinian children and families act (h.r. 2590)

stop israel’s forced displacement of palestinians from east jerusalem

write canadian parliament to protect palestinian families in east jerusalem

Donation links-

unrwa, donations funded towards injured and displaced palestinian families

palestine children relief fund

further information-

free palestine carrd

stop annexation of palestine carrd

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hey! i love when you guys send me feedback for my works. please don’t be shy! the feedback is what inspires me to write more. my ask box is always open and same with my messages <3

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Honey Vanilla Latté

summary: reader comes out to harry as bisexual over a honey vanilla latté.

word count: 1016

warnings: angst. reader has a family that isn’t supportive. there’s not much detail in this. again, this is not edited and it’s not written very well imo.

based off of this ask!! thank u and i hope this is what you were looking for. <3

A honey vanilla latté is what Harry served you the first night you stayed in his London home.

He was proud of himself for the creation, drizzling honey into the glass and adding the espresso and milk-vanilla mixture, tiptoeing over to your spot on the sofa as to not spill the steamy drink. You thanked him, teased him about poisoning you, and then took your first drink and hummed in approval.

London was your home away from home, a safe place, away from those at your real home that aren't as accepting. Harry hated that they were like this, hated that you had such undeserving people in your life. Though he was angry, he knew the best way to support you was to offer his safety; not literally, figuratively— someone to talk to, a place to get away, his love and unconditional support.

The honey vanilla latté became your new favourite drink.

Harry had noticed how you spent less and less time at your home, how you preferred to be on the road or out of the country even. He didn't ask questions; if you wanted to tell him why he knew you would. He wished you would soon, though.

On a particularly off night, when Harry had facetimed you and caught you right in the middle of a cry, he had you pack a bag and bought plane tickets for a flight that left in only four hours. You hadn't told him much, but his heart hurt for you and he needed you home. Under his wing.

He had greeted you at the airport in london at 4am wearing sweats and funny slippers with a home-made honey vanilla latté in a mug. Despite the espresso, you'd fallen asleep as he drove you both home.

When you woke up, it was to the sound of Harrys knock on the door. You're tucked comfortably in his spare bed and still in your sweats from last night. Along with a slice of cinnamon toast, he places a steamy honey vanilla latté on the bedside table and murmurs-

"G'mornin,"

"Morning, Haz." you return, sitting up slowly to take your first sip.

Apparently, Harry had marched you (though half asleep) inside and straight to bed after the drive home, allowing you to sleep until 10. He slept surprisingly well knowing you were safe and happy and home with him.

He gives you a boyish smile before retreating back out of the room, gently pulling the door shut.

.

It was over a honey vanilla latté that you told him.

It wasn’t the first time you had told someone, though you suspect this time will turn out much better than the last few. Of course, the nerves still took over; making your hands shake and disturbing the butterflies in your stomach. Not that you were worried at all, it's Harry for gods sake, but the feeling was still there.

You were both standing in the kitchen, Harry on his phone while you finished the honey drizzle in the freshly made hot cup. It was quiet, but comfortably so. The sun shining through his windows to blanket the kitchen in golden rays.

Leaning against the kitchen island, your cheek rests on his shoulder. You stand comfortably like this for awhile, holding the warm drink in your hands and nuzzled into Harry's side as he scrolls through instagram. The honey sticky on your lips

"Harry," you singsong. "I have something to tell you."

"Mm?"

"Mhm,"

He places his phone down onto the island, sliding it away in a playful way and then turns to face you. He leans gently on the island, and clasps his hands together. His lips are turned up in a smile that he doesn't notice— but you do, and it's comforting.

"Alrigh', lay it on me."

"I, uhm," you pause, struggling, "I've been, well, you know my mom... she doesn't- I don't know—"

Harry interrupts you, taking one of your hands in both of his and offering another patient smile.

"No rush," he says, gently, “not goin’ anywhere.”

Of course not, you think, Harry would be by your side no matter how long it took. You are ready; it's just your brain and your mouth short-circuiting, and your heart feels like it's beating much faster than it was made to. You can't help but giggle a bit in frustration, but his hold on you is comforting.

"I'm Bisexual."

Honestly, he's shocked. Not really, but... shocked; this isn't what he was expecting.

Which is why he stared at you in disbelief with a wide happy smile on his face for almost a solid minute. You wish you could've took a snapshot of this moment: his eyebrows raised, mouth wide open and his signature bunny teeth on full display.

"Earth to Harry," you joke, laughing and shaking his hand. He immediately elopes you in a hug.

"Oh wow!" he coos, still at a loss for words.

He holds you in a hug until long after your honey vanilla latté became cold.

.

"Oh, don't cry, love. You'll make me cry," Harry murmurs.

His heart is broken for you and he's angry, though he knows you don't need anger now; you need comfort, somewhere safe, and a friend. He’s holding you snug on the couch as you come clean as to why you’ve been away from home so much. Your home life isn’t supportive and you’ve been on the run.

“You can stay ‘ere with me for as long as y’need. Always.” he soothes.

“Harry, I can’t just—”

“‘Course y’can, Angel. Don’t need t’go home ‘till you’re ready.” His eyes are closed and he holds you impossibly closer.

His understanding and gentleness makes your eyes prickle with tears yet again. You drop your head into his shoulder and you both rock gently, Harry hushing you and reminding you that it’s all okay, and that he’s here for you.

“Y’couldnt leave anyway,” he jokes.

“Don’t think y’could live without those lattés at this point.”

This earns a giggle, and harry feels triumphant.

“You’re right, H. You make the best.”

Honey vanilla lattés.

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hello! i’ve got a busy schedule for the next little while but i will be back writing soon! i already have some drafts for requests that i have been working on <3

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Hey bestie, do you mind if I reblog To My Best Friend? I just found it too beautiful not share, you are really a wonderful writer anyway bestie I love you and I hope you have a great day or night

go right ahead!! thank you 🥺 i’m glad you enjoyed it ❤️ you can always reblog my works!

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To My Best Friend

summary: reader faces quarantine at Harry’s and, turns out, it was exactly what they needed to come clean. also, Anne is the superior Mum.

word count: 2.3k

warnings: completely fluff. with marriage + mentions of family? not edited... when do I ever edit

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When you wake, the sun is shining through a slightly opened window in the far left corner of your bedroom. You can hear birds chirping amongst themselves from outside, cars driving far in the distance, it's quiet at Harry's home. Peaceful.

It's been a little more than four months since you and Harry decided to bubble at the beginning of quarantine. What you expected to be a few weeks turned into a lot more, but there were no complaints. Harry has the space, is the type to crave company, and you're his best friend.

Best friend.

You roll in the soft sheets, hugging the covers for a few minutes until you inevitably force yourself to get up for the day. You're not sure what sort of expensive luxury bed set this is, but god, they are comfy. You make a mental note to ask him later.

You zone out again on the soft sounds of the birds and the pleasant cool breeze flowing in through the window. You pull your phone from the bedside table to check the time, 10:56– and the weather, sunny and 78. You consider getting in the pool later.

Harry's phone rings somewhere outside of your room, followed by some muffled mumbling from the man himself signalling that he's awake too. You wonder if he's ate yet; he's a sucker for your omelettes and you're craving one about now.

You climb out of bed,  going to the bathroom to tame your hair and brush your teeth, before heading to the kitchen to put together ingredients for the omelettes.

It's about 10 minutes before Harry appears in the kitchen, provoked by the smell. He places a hand on your lower back as a silent 'good morning!' while he stands to your side to admire your cooking. You try your best to ignore the warm feeling that his touch brings; the feeling that makes you wish for more than just a touch.

It makes you nervous, how quickly his presence has you feeling butterflies or how fast he can make you smile when you're in the darkest of moods. You've been sitting on the feelings for years, they were always there, hiding in the back of your head. The feelings that made you wish you'd shared that drink with him just for the second-hand contact to his lips.

Those are the thoughts that make you nervous. You try not to think about them when he's standing right next to you watching your every move with a wandering hand on the small of your back.

He's dressed in a colourful flannel and some shorts, you notice, much different than your fresh out of bed joggers and t-shirt. You make a mental note to change later, and you consider stealing one of his flannels (there's the thoughts again,) just to have his smell on you.

He pulls away from you to begin setting up the eating area, bringing out cups and silverware and then returning with a plate when he senses the omelette is nearly done. He stands to your left with the plate held in both hands like an excited toddler and when you flip the breakfast meal onto his plate he leans over and presses a quick kiss to your forehead in thanks. The thoughts come rushing back; I like when you kiss me, Harry.

"D'you have any plans for today?" he quizzes, before taking a drink of his orange juice.

"Was thinking about going in the pool later," you tell him, "it seemed nice out, an' I love your pool."

"I rather like my pool too," he chuckles "I'll join you, yeah? Could go for a swim later."

When you finish eating, Harry takes the plates to wash despite your protests. You cooked, he argues, so he cleans. You glance at the time, almost 12, and decide that the time it will take to change and freshen up will be enough for your stomach to settle and therefore a swim will be safe.

Returning upstairs, you first search for a bikini and then your sunglasses, changing and adding a pair of shorts. You brush your hair, throughly this time, and tie it up to avoid contact with the chlorinated water.

Before you go back downstairs, you take a minute to look at yourself in the mirror— doing your best not to allow the thoughts to come forward. (You don't think about how your body will look to Harry, and you definitely don't allow yourself to think about what he might think about the bikini you chose. Absolutely not.)

When you return downstairs to the kitchen, the dishes are washed and on the drying rack. Grabbing two cups and straws, you fill each about half with ice and then filtered water; and carry them both out to the poolside where Harry sits contently in the sun.

Unbeknownst to you, Harry's eyes travel along your body through his sunglasses when you appear from inside of the house, wishing he could touch you. His brain flicks back to the phone call he had this morning with his Mum, how she encouraged him to make a move because she knows you're meant to be. His stomach flips thinking about it.

"Do you remember when we went to that party and you pushed that guy into the pool because he was flirting with me?" you smile, sitting down beside him and handing him one of the cold waters.

"Mm, we had to leave because he was gonna' beat me up," Harry chuckles, "I was drunk. Probably lucky he ended up in the pool."

"You were being protective! It was cute!" you defend,  rubbing his back lazily in comfort. He looks at you in a funny way, smile faltering a little before he returns his eyes back to the pool.

"M'gonna test the waters so the princess doesn't freeze," He proposes, rising from his seat when you give him a playful smack.

You rise as well, shimmying off your loose shorts and moving to sit at the side of the pool. Watching harry submerge himself first, you let your legs dangle off of the edge and into the water. It's cold, but a pleasant, enjoyable cold in the hot sun.

You sit contently for a few minutes, enjoying the water on your legs and watching harry swim back and forth. You lean back and turn your attention somewhere else, trying to avoid being caught staring.  Suddenly, though, a hand brushes up the side of one of your submerged legs, informing you of Harry's presence.

"Y'coming in?" he asks, standing now. He's tall, so your faces are about level now.

"Are you in a hurry?" He's close enough now that he's dripping cold water on your skin.

"Maybe,"

Suddenly, he's gripping your waist to lift you and pull you into the water. You squeal, grabbing his shoulders as leverage as he practically drops you into the water that feels ice cold against your warm sunny skin. He laughs loud and happy when you splash water in his direction as payback.

Soon, both of your energies mellow out. Harry's on his phone, while you're floating around in a doughnut shaped floatie. Harry snaps a photo, but you don't notice.

When it's time to get out, Harry offers to go grab the towels while you float around for a few more minutes. He's driving you crazy in the best way. Your skin still tingles where he had touched your sides to lift you into the water, and your palms burn with the memory of his bare shoulders.

When he returns, it's like his energy has changed. The sight of a shirt over his chest makes you frown momentarily, and he's light on his feet rather than the happy strides he took on his way into his home. You see him tuck his phone into his pocket as if he's been talking to someone again, and when his eyes meet yours the wide smile is hiding something else.

When you slip out of the doughnut and climb up the pool ladder, he mumbles a soft "c'mere" and wraps the towel around your shoulders. His eyes watch you for a little longer than they should've.

"Mum called again," He murmurs.

"I's she doing well? Is that who called this morning?" you question, keeping your attention on his eyes.

"Yeah, woke you up I suppose,"

"Not at all!" You defend.

He goes quiet, picking at his fingernails (a nervous habit you notice he's developed since beginning to paint his nails) and looking off to the side to avoid holding eye contact with you. This makes you nervous, he's never this way around you.

"Harry,"

"I'm sorry, 'shouldn't be such a big deal," he says, letting out an awkward laugh.

A soft smile appears on your face, taking his hands into yours to part them. Gently, you move towards him, pressing yourself wordlessly into his body and allowing his hands to wrap around your towel-covered body. It brings him comfort, and you ignore your own heart beating at the contact.

"Better?"

"A little." He admits. He loves holding you, and sure, it helps his nerves, but he's going to tell you.

His Mum's been on him since he told her you'd be staying with him, telling him “now or never, Harry!”, and he's beginning to realize it really is now or never. He doesn't know how long quarantine will keep up or how much longer you will decide to stay, and he misses you even when you're just running something as simple as a grocery trip.

He doesn't know why he's scared, he knows a friendship as strong as yours could work through anything, Still, there's always the possibility that things could go bad. “Get out of your head!'”Anne would say.

This type of topic between the two of you is quite common, given Harry's music and your tendency to be quite open. However, this type of topic concerning the two of you is uncharted territory.

He thinks about the story you'd brought up earlier. When you'd both went to a party together and some guy, very obviously drunker than the both of you, tried to flirt his way into your pants before Harry had pushed him into the pool himself.

The truth is, he knew you would hold your ground if you weren't interested. Actually, Harry knows from first-hand experience that you don't need protection, you can be very vocal when you need to be, and he's even seen you deck someone at the bar a few years back for touching one of your friends. You were the protector.

That's why, upon seeing Harry at such a nervous loss of words, you had hugged him. It was your own way of protecting him.

"I wasn't trying t'protect you when I pushed that guy into the pool." He states, quiet and unsure.

You only hum in reply, allowing him to finish his sentence but letting him know you heard what he said.

" 'was jealous."

What?

"What?" you pull away from him only slightly, “why?"

"I didn't want stupid—" he pauses for the name "Josh, or whatever, t'be the one to take y'home."

You give him a confused look, now that you can see his face. Not putting two and two together.

"Josh is great! I love Josh—"

"More than me?" he murmurs, and it clicks.

Oh.

"Of course not... Harry," you hesitate, watching his eyes move between your own and his jaw clench.

Is this happening?

"I wanted," his shaky hand finds your arm, sliding down to take hold of your own, equally shaky left hand to toy with your fingers.

"I wanted t'take you home. Crawl into bed with you. Whatever else." he finishes. His stomach is in butterflies by now and he feels the tight, anxiety feeling in his lungs.

It catches him completely off guard when your lips are on his.

When you try to pull away, scared you've overstepped, his mouth only follows your own and his hand rises to your jaw to hold you steady. He feels a weight lifted from his shoulders, holding you, kissing you, like this. This is what he's needed.

When you finally do pull away, it's to go inside. Harry erupts in happy laughter when you make a beeline up the stairs. Nothing happens though, it's too soon and Harry agrees, but that doesn't stop you from curling into Harry's sheets, cuddling and kissing each other while watching one of your favourite films.

Catching up on missed time.

***

The wedding reception.

How did we end up here?

"Honestly," Harry speaks loudly to the crowd of your family and friends within the dinner hall "I have two people to thank for sealing the deal."

You smile wildly, knowing exactly which story he's about to bring up. Your eyes travel through the table groups you and Harry had spent so much time planning out. When your eyes catch with Mitch's he gives you a wink.

"Anne, my beautiful Mother, thank you for not letting me coward out of finally telling my girl how I felt," he pauses, you place a hand on his knee

"And Josh—"

You can't hold back the laugh, especially when the entire room turns to face the poor, completely unsuspecting victim. Josh, face red and confused smile on his lips.

"Years ago, when I pushed you into that pool at your birthday party because— you would've killed me if I didn't run! Because you were talking to her and I got jealous!" the room is erupting in laughter.

The room is full of the most important people in your's and Harry's lives. Still though, your happy eyes are glued to Harry, working the small crowd of people as per usual and telling a story about the time of and before quarantine; of when you'd basically moved in with him and never left.

Later, when you're wrapped in warm blankets and Harry's arms, you're reflecting on your day. The guests, who you'd talked to, what you'd heard.

"Wow. I'm married." he dumbfounds.

Wow is right.

"We're married." you restate for him, giving his hand a soft squeeze.

"Wow. I'm married to my best friend.”

Giggles boil over in the dark room. Harry is astonished suddenly, pupils blown, wide grin on his face. He presses quick kisses to the side of your face and you snuggle into his side more.

"I think we win, H."

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Hi bb, how are you? I hope you are doing well, Can u pls write something about the reader coming out to Harry as bi but he’s the only one who knows bc if her parents found out they would literally kill her bc that’s kinda maybe my life anyway I love u

hey! i’m doing pretty okay recently, thank you <3

i will absolutely write this for you. Harry loves you and i love you, my dms are always open.

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hi!! could you write something about harry and y/n being best friends and neighbors? like them and their families do everything together and they’re both really affectionate which is why both of them have trouble reading the signs that they both want to be more than friends

hello!!

i love friends to lovers so much. this is on my list!!

Currently just under half way through writing a quarantine!friends to lovers.

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what if you smoke weed with Harry for the first time

awwww omg he would be so chill and completely understanding if u didn’t want to...

he helps you inhale for the first time and really tries to make sure you won’t cough but you cough anyways and after you compose yourself you both giggle about it 🥺

he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear before bringing the joint to your lips, his thumb and forefinger touching to your mouth in the process.

Some forgotten movie plays in the background while you’re occupied with each other, even after harry’s put away whatever remnants of the drug he deemed not needed.

now i wanna write this too!! thank u anonnnn

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Omg for reqs u should do something fluffy where the reader is shy and stuff but harry is flirting and idk an overload of cuteness -💫

omg wait this would be so...

he would be flirting and being cute and reader is really enjoying it but she’s shy and nervous and he stops like 🥺 please tell me if i’m making you uncomfortable

maybe they’re out in public with a group of friends and he’s being touchy like holding her hand or has a hand on her thigh and he leans over to whisper to her to make sure she’s okay and she just blushes and nods !!

maybe i’ll write a full fic for this one too !!! i have so many ideas

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hey!!! send harry asks! i’m in the mood to write some imagines <3 answering all

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wow! 100 followers! send me some asks and i’ll start writing with my spare time today <3

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Hi! Can you write a friends to lovers fic? Could it also maybe have a time jump of Harry and reader married?

friends to lovers is my favourite trope !! absolutely.

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How are you getting so much asks at only 100 followers? I have 2k and I hardly get any

i ask for asks (lol) often and tag those posts with harry tags (like #harry styles x reader, etc)! so, even if my followers don’t see/want to send one in, usually someone scrolling the tags will see it and send in their idea!

i think i’ve only received about 13 in total since i started though. i hope this helps?

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wow! 100 followers! send me some asks and i’ll start writing with my spare time today <3

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i’m not sure who sent me that very interesting ask just now... i won’t be sharing publicly as it is quite graphic, but just know, whoever you are, i’m sending that screenshot to my friends and we’re about to giggle about your sad attempt at bullying! nice touch bringing grimmy and anne into it as well! very cute