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COMFORT IN YOU

summary: y/n’s time as an assassin has come to an end after being caught by bucky barns and tony stark. tony fights to have her brought to avengers compound where she has to choose: become an avenger or become an experiment for the federal government. it’s an easy choice, truly. only as she’s integrating into avengers compound she recognizes someone, someone she used to work with. someone who she finds comfort within.

warnings: violence, cursing, mentions of corruption and manipulation, gun usage, blood

florescent white lights blinded y/n as she slowly woke up. she shut her eyes and groaned audibly, attempting to cover her eyes only to find herself bolted down to the ground, her hands in metal mittens bonded to the metal bed she laid atop of. there was a faint smell of gunpowder.

gunpowder? my rifle. she put together. my mission. she remembered. a failure. she worried. quickly she began to thrash against the metal, screaming with her movements.

“good morning y/n. welcome to avengers compound.”

right. of course. she was shooting at a senator, of course that was the one day tony stark decided to join capital hill.

she didn’t know what kind of tech was speaking to her, but she wouldn’t give it anything. this only ended one of two ways, death or prison. but people like y/n didn’t just go to prison, no they went to labs to be poked and prodded. she possessed the ability to fight captain america, someone could make a lot of many by harnessing her dna and making more captain americas.

just what the world needed. she figured. more people in spangley spandex.

“mr.stark has been alerted you’re awake, you’ve been asleep for 36 hours.” thirty-six hours? jesus. she couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so long

y/n assessed the room around her, if she could get out of the metal mittens she was trapped in, she needed to find a way out. but looking around and seeing nothing but a stark—literally—white room; she was limited on options. though, to her luck, the white faded and she was blinded once more.

when she opened her eyes again she was in a lab, though she doubted the avengers would be after whatever made her special; already possessing powers and technology superior to her own. she glanced around seeing objects she reckoned weren’t from this world or even galaxy, technology so advanced and technical looking she didn’t dare to attempt to understand it, and of course; weapons. weapons of mass destruction. if she managed to make it out with one of those weapons and her life? she could take whatever money she had. move to the beach and go off grid for the rest of her life. never have to kill anyone again.

“you know, after wanda, i never thought another singular woman would be an avengers level threat.” tony stark wandered into the room, his hands at ease by his side, a glowing bracelet on his wrist. his suit, she figured, could construct itself from that band. that’s how he had stopped her at capital hill. he was expecting a fight.

“a little sexist if you ask me.” y/n grumbled with a shrug. tony simply tilted his head and began to tinker with something on the desk. “you very nearly successfully put a .33 through the skull of a senator with accuracy that clint could blush at.” he stated the obvious. “and you would have gotten away with it had us stinking kids not shown up.”

was he quoting scooby-doo right now?

“before this, you have successfully assassinated fourteen world leaders and upwards of five hundred civilians and criminals.” he was simply repeating facts she already knew. “the point being, you don’t have a pattern. you don’t work for anyone. yet you kill people with a gun, but you don’t need a gun; do you?” he stopped tinkering and turned around.

“because when the fbi went to find you, you disappeared. into thin air.” tony snapped as if he were making something disappear into thin air. “you don’t have a suit, you don’t have anything special really. and yet it took nearly quadruple the amount of force to injure you enough for anyone to wrangle you in here. and it’s a good thing barnes wants to take up a career in politics, because he’s the only person who could generate that much force—and even for him it was a struggle.”

“i’ve looked into the science, i’m a genius if you haven’t gathered—.” she rolled her eyes at this. “—yet i can’t wrap my head around you. you deny the laws of physics, have senses nearly as sharp as the kid, and strength like the hulk.” when y/n didn’t offer an explanation tony approached her. she didn’t trash, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“so i ask you, why are you simply an assassin?” he cracked his neck and crossed his arms, as if this weee an everyday occurrence for him.

“go to hell.” she snarled at him.

“okay we can do this the hard way.” he shrugged and tapped something on his glowing band and a hologram appeared in front of her. it showed security camera footage of a lab, an empty container large enough for a human and scientists looking to be preparing for something.

“you see that big plastic cage, yeah that’s where your going if you don’t cooperate with me.” he pointed at the hologram then pointed at his chest.

“what so you can get a jump start and make more money off of what i am?” as if.

“i don’t know if you’ve put this together or not, but i don’t need to make money off of you. what i do want is to give you chance to not be a murderer, but your making that a little difficult.” tony said, to be met with her glare.

“what you want to make me a hero?” she looked at him as if he were crazy.

“i want to make you an avenger.” he put it plainly. “which, i’ve fought pretty hard for, seeing as your not too popular with the federal government right now.” she rolled her eyes yet again.

“i’m not a hero stark.” she shook her head and looked at the cage that would be awaiting her. she’d killed people, her face was undoubtedly on every news outlet. “i know your not. but that doesn’t mean you can’t be an avenger.”

“isn’t that your guys’s whole gimmick? superhero’s saving the world?” she added extra sarcasm to her voice. “our gimmick is keeping the world safe. and the way i look at it: your a weapon. now you can be a weapon for us; keeping the world safe, or you can be a weapon against us. threatening us. and now that we’ve contained the dangerous weapon, it either joins us, or goes in the human test tube.” he explained. “it’s an easy choice for me, really.” his arrogance loud.

“people don’t trust me.” she shook her head. “i’ve killed their friends and family and leaders. whose to say i won’t kill them?”

“my weapons killed a lot more people that you have, and i stopped manufacturing, right now, you have the ability to put the pin back in the bomb before it explodes.” a shitty analogy if you asked y/n but an analogy none the less. “we want to help you y/n, we want you on our side.” for the first time, y/n looked tony in the eye reading—no—scanning for any insincerity. uncharacteristically, tony started seemed to be sincere. the choice was hers: be the avengers weapon, or be the federal governments weapon. she’d belonged to a form of government before, she wouldn’t do it again.

“take these things off me.” she told him. with one press of a button, they were gone. he offered a hand but she didn’t take it, instead she pulled herself up. “now don’t hate me, but seeing as you are a globally wanted assassin, you’re going to need some supervision till you’ve gained more trust from everyone in the tower. but, there is someone willing to show you the ropes. and a shower.” he sniffed the air and gagged.

“i came from from a submarine from russia to alaska and walked to DC, you do that and see how you smell.” she scoffed and tightened her ponytail holder. “that—is exactly the kind of grit we need from an avenger.” he clapped her on she shoulder only for her to wince.

“jarvis scan y/n for injuries.” tony called out to the ai system rigged through avengers compound. immediately, her shoulder, thigh, and abdomen began to glow read.

“open left shoulder wound, a muscle tear of the right quadricep, and deep cut across the abdomen sir.” the robot listed her injuries. y/n remained unmoved, tony cocked his head and raised his eyebrows. “not bad for a kid who got slammed through the pentagon.”

“i got slammed through the pentagon?” she asked. “only way to generate enough force to knock you out, barnes looks worse than you do.” tony referred to barnes again, the name sounding familiar. “we’ll get you patched up and a bath drawn.” he told her and led her out of the lab.

as they made their way through avengers compound tony pointed out everything to her: cool objects, interesting fortifications necessary for housing advanced individuals, common areas, and eventually her room. “your beside natasha, she’ll be in here in an hour to check your wounds over and make sure your settled. what are you a medium?” when his question was met with a nod a continued, “i’ll have someone bring you clothes too. you can ditch that suit, you’re never wearing that again.” he opened the door.

“oh, and it’s takeout night, eight o’clock. don’t be late.” he said, before disappearing down the hall. y/n gulped and watched him swagger off as if he owned the place. and technically? he did.

y/n steadied herself and walked into her room, it was the nicest room she’d ever seen. soft cream walls, a beautiful cream and blue rug, a bed that looked as if it were made from clouds, furniture nicer than she’d ever seen, and art hanging worth more than she wanted to know. she was cautious as she entered the room, turning over and checking everything. clear. she determined. this wasn’t a trick, or a cruel joke, this was really her life now. she turned her head to the know throughly looked over bathroom and set her sights on the luxurious tub calling her name.

—

“y/n?” a knock on her door called, y/n pulled her robe around her and perked up off the floor. she hadn’t dared sit on the bed yet, instead she’d made a home on the floor with a rug softer than anything she’d ever felt. “it’s me, natasha. tony wanted to make sure everything was alright and wanted me to check your wounds. i also have clothes for you.” she offered, her voice had a soft rasp to it. slowly, y/n made her way over to the door, and cracked it to make sure natasha was who she claimed she was. when she opened the door and saw black widow, she deemed her safe.

“hi.” her voice cracked, which she cleared immediately. natasha offered a small grin, “i know this is probably a big change.” y/n laughed at the understatement, natasha smiled wider at this. “but we want to help you. nick fury found me, almost how tony found you.” y/n nodded and moved out of the door frame to allow natasha in.

“fury has been after me for awhile.” y/n admitted. “i bet, you’re a mystery to a lot of people.” natasha laid the clothes out on the bed for her. an avengers crewneck and matching sweat pants, along with underwear. y/n quickly grabbed the intimate items and disappeared into the bathroom to change. when she returned, she still had the robe over her shoulders but the front was open, now only in a bra and panties, her ribs poking out.

“when’s the last time you ate?” natasha asked. y/n shrugged, “when i was in russia.” natasha frowned and pulled the robe off her, y/n then realized the medical supplies on the nightstand. “i don’t really get a lot of time to look at myself in the mirror, but i can vanish so if i don’t like what i see i just…poof.” she sat on the edge of the bed and let natasha begin to tend to her wounds.

“that won’t be a problem anymore.” natasha said, as if it were a promise. “tony told me about your vanishing act, do you control that?” she asked. “it just sort of happens when i need it to. like today, or two days ago for you guys, right as the bullet left my gun and tony saw me i just…” she trailed off again.

“poof?” natasha said with a smirk, at this y/n chuckled darkly. “yeah.” she bit her lip and nodded.

“why don’t you hate me?” y/n turned the questions to natasha. “because i was like you.” natasha said, ripping the gauze with her teeth. “a poor kid from a poorer home in russia, started killing as a girl, did it as a profession. then shield caught onto me, nick fury gave me a chance. and when nick fury gives you a chance…” she carefully wrapped her shoulder. “you take it.”

“it was this or a human test tube.” y/n told natasha, who nodded. “tony fought hard to keep you here. eventually he told the federal government that we have a hulk and if they wanted you; they’d have to take you.”

“he’s not used to being told no.” y/n said, causing natasha to laugh. “no, no he is not.” she turned her attention to the cut on her abdomen. “i can stitch it or you can let it heal on its own.” natasha asked. “stitch it, i don’t want to sit around and be useless waiting for it to heal.” y/n said, natasha nodded and had her lay flat on her back. y/n didn’t flinch as natasha sewed her up, they didn’t speak either while the needle threaded her skin. eventually y/n was allowed to sit back up.

“for the muscle not much to do other than let it heal.” natasha gently probed her thigh. “it doesn’t hurt.” y/n declared, natasha nodded at that. “good, get dressed, takeout will be here soon. and you need to eat.” natasha pointed at the sweatsuit and made no move to leave.

“i won’t make you walk in there alone.” she said, as though she could read y/n’s mind. y/n softened and thanked natasha before getting dressed and following her lead.

—

the avengers were a loud group, which was probably to be expected. they were all gathered around the huge kitchen island, a spread of chinese food covering the entire island as well. y/n’s stomach growled at the sight. it was tony who saw them first.

“nat! y/n! good, we made you both a plate.” tony waved them over, y/n avoided eye contact and followed wordlessly behind natasha who made herself comfortable beside steve rodger’s and y/n. y/n stood between natasha and tony.

“everyone, y/n will be joining us.” tony pulled an arm around her, y/n refused to look at anyone. she stood amongst the worlds greatest hero’s as nothing but an assassin. “she’s going to be an avenger, mainly because she could kick all of our asses.” tony’s joke caused some laughter but she could feel the stares. “hi, everyone.” she said, refusing to look up still but feeling tony’s arm off of her, she began to eat. she tried to make it look like she’d been raised with some manners. but first: that wasn’t true, and second: she was starving. nobody seemed to be paying much attention to her anyways, diverting back to the conversation and banter. but just as she began to shovel more lo mein onto her plate she noticed there was someone paying attention to her. someone she recognized.

when your a human being like y/n you tend to garner attention from terrorist organizations and crime circles. not only was she cheaper than most assassins, she was better, quicker, stronger. plus, you could pay her to stick around. originally, hydra was keeping her occupied solely. paying her more than she’d ever had, then they deemed her services too expensive yet vital. soon enough she was in their captivity. and so was the man with the metal arm staring at her.

the winter solider, she pieced together. hydras own version of captain america. frozen from the forties to fighting in the two thousands, not to mention lethal. the winter solider was hydra, until, at least, he escaped. the loss of the winter solider crippled hydra before they had time to integrate y/n, before they could kill her, she escaped. been on the run and on the hunt ever since. now, hydra was gone, thanks to the men and women who stood around her.

she stared at the winter solider until he adverted her eyes. she glanced around, he seemed it fit in. then again, he had captain america on his side. but y/n looked at tony, she had ironman.

—

y/n stared at her bed and it stared back.

it was far past a reasonable hour to be awake, but she didn’t want to sleep. she didn’t want to face her subconscious, and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to sleep on a bed that soft anyways. instead, she simply stood on the rug and allowed her feet to stay warm as she stared at the bed. then, there was a knock on the door and she jumped. her head whipped to the door.

“natasha?” y/n called. maybe she wanted to see if i was sleeping? maybe tony wanted to make sure i had everything.

“no.” a deeper voice than tony’s rasped. “it’s bucky, but you probably remember the winter solider.” y/n mouthed his name just as he said it. slowly, y/n approached the door but didn’t open it, “what do you want?” she asked. “can i come in?” he answered a question with a question. with a gulp, y/n’s hand found the handle but still hesitated. “what do you want?” she repeated, this time but firmer. she really wished she had a pocket knife or pistol, but she’d conveniently lost those along with her old clothes.

“to talk.” silence settled over them after those two words. y/n let a few seconds past, teetering on a minute. he recognized her, he probably didn’t want her here. then again, he’d recognized her at his own game. hesitantly, she opened the door.

in front of her stood the winter solider, or bucky barnes; the man who had to tackle her through the pentagon to knock her out. the previous hydra weapon. his arm—or arm—was crossed over his t-shirt, and two dog tags were around his neck, he was wearing the same sweatpants that natasha had given y/n. his jaw was set the same way it was at dinner, his stubble looking more like a shadow of his face, and his grey eyes piercing through her.

“you we’re at hydra.” he said, y/n nodded. “i was.” she spoke what he already knew. “are you alright?” he asked her, a softness to his voice that she wasn’t expecting. “as alright as i can be.” it was now that she noticed he had a gash beside his right eye, fresh. “i’m sorry about the whole having to take me down thing.” she looked at the floor. “don’t, it was kind of impressive.” his attempt to lighten the mood feel a little flat, and the silence of the compound at night settled over then.

“did they control you?” he spoke up, y/n gulped. “sort of. not how they did to you.” she answered with a non-answer. “do you want to..” she moved to the side and gestured to allow him inside. he didn’t say anything but walk inside, moving to the same spot where she stood.

“i still can’t sleep in these beds.” his voice cracked. y/n shut the door behind them and moved to his side, crossing her arms across her abdomen, feeling natasha’s stitching. “too soft.” he added, y/n didn’t say anything except for a nod.

“after hydra, why didn’t you stop?” he questioned, y/n suddenly wished she hadn’t invited him in. “because it’s the only thing i’ve ever known.” she answered honestly, looking up at him. he seemed to feel her eyes on him, meeting hers with her own. “i didn’t like it, i never have. but i’ve also never been a hero.” she tore her gaze away, “i don’t think i ever will be.” her insecurity slipped.

“none of us are hero’s.” bucky said confidently, his voice as resident as it had been the whole conversation. “we all have blood on our ledger, accidental or not.” it was only then bucky stopped looking at her. “we’re all just trying to do the right thing.”

“i didn’t know where to start.” her teeth found her bottom lip, as her fingers grazed her stitches she felt her eyes well. she felt so ashamed. if the winter solider could stop, why hadn’t she? out of nowhere, she felt an arm wrap around her, not showy or possessive like tony. nor gentle and reassuring like natasha. just present and grounding.

“i’m glad your here.” he said. neither of them moved for an indefinite amount of time. then, just as y/n looked up from the ground, she saw bucky. that’s when her strength slipped away from her, and felt tears begin to fall. “i’m sorry.” she said quickly, pulling away from his hold and steadying herself; forcing herself to pull it together.

“it’s a lot, i know.” she supposed he did. “but i knew steve, i knew him before he was captain america. and he knew me before i’d ever killed anyone.” her body trembled but she didn’t stop listening and he didn’t stop talking. “you don’t have anywhere here for you like that.” here we go. she thought. this is the part where he knows her too well, where he runs her off. why hadn’t she run anyway? she could break for it in the night? nobody would ever see her—

“but i’m as close as you have it.” at this she turned back around, nearly five feet between y/n and bucky but they felt infinitely too close. “if you need anything—to talk or just anything at all—and you don’t want to ask tony, i’m just down the hall.” he said, and silence settled over them.

“why are you helping me?” she was confused at his sympathy. he’d managed to pick himself up immediately after hydra, y/n had continued on. bucky rolled his jaw, “because if you had a steve rodger’s, you would have never gone through what you have.” y/n didn’t respond, and bucky didn’t move. silence passed for a beat, then a minute, then two.

“i slept for thirty six hours, i’m not tired.” she said, to which bucky just stared at her. “but i am starving.” she said quietly, causing him to laugh and scratch the back of his neck. “yeah…yeah alright.” he laughed. “do you have a coat?” he asked, to which she shook her head. “i don’t have shoes either.” she said. again, he laughed. “okay, follow me.”

—

thirty minutes later, y/n and bucky sat in a small diner outside upstate new york with a mountainous ice cream sundae between them. y/n wore boat bucky’s leather coat, and his boots, and she had a little bit of whipped cream on the corner of her mouth.

“is this what you and steve did? after you two got reunited?” she asked, bucky found it near impossible to not grin or smirk in her presence. “no, we fought tony actually.” at her confusion he provided clarification. “i killed his parents, on top of steve and tony already fighting about the anatomy of the avengers.” y/n made a small ah sound, as if that were a completely normal thing. “then we ended up at a bar in brooklyn that used to be a diner in the forties.”

“did you sit in the smoking section?” she teased, he rolled his eyes. “steve always hated smoking actually.” he said as though it were a thought provoking statement. “he used to lecture me all the time, the girls would make fun of him and tell him that because he didn’t smoke that’s why he was small.” y/n laughed, the idea of a ninety pound captain america was comical.

“i always wanted to, but i couldn’t afford it.” y/n admitted. “when your in the business of killing people, and on the run, you can only carry so much cash.” bucky nodded and shoveled a spoonful of chocolate ice cream into his mouth. “at least you got paid.” he joke darkly, though it landed as he watched y/n’s face ignite with laughter.

the bell to the diner door rang, bucky’s head turning on muscle memory. but at the sight of two guys, both with masks, and one clearly holding a pistol: he tensed. y/n, following bucky’s line of sight, did the same. she didn’t have a gun, but she could feel bucky’s on the ride over. she watched as he reached for it, when one of the men locked eyes with them.

“nobody is going to get hurt, if everyone cooperates.” said the plumper one of the two, his partner now held his pistol for all to see. y/n quickly assessed who else was in the diner. the waitress working, the old man by the window, bucky, and the woman on drugs sitting at a high top.

“yeah, that’s not likely.” said bucky as he unsheathed his gun and pointed it them, firing square into one man’s chest. y/n jumped up from the booth and quickly grabbed the old man by the window closet to them, shoving him behind the counter with the waitress. “get down!” she directed, dodging one of the bullets being fired at her. she grabbed a plastic trey sitting on top of the diners counter and covered her head as she slid underneath and grabbed a steak knife. then, in one swift motion, she jumped back over the counter, covering the woman with a mouth telling of substance abuse, and threw the knife in the man’s eye as he began to shoot at bucky. with two more shots, he fell to the ground like his former colleague.

“is everyone alright?” y/n called through the diner, slowly, three heads began to pull themselves up from behind the counter. “are you okay?” bucky asked, his non metal hand finding her waist as he looked her over. “yeah i’m fine, he just shot at me once before…” she glanced behind her looking at her damage. he was bleeding out from his eye and his chest. two distinctly bullet shapes holes, one in his heart the other in his lung.

“you’re bucky barnes.” the waitress said, a shake to her voice. bucky just gave a small wave as the three civilians didn’t know where to look, at the avenger, the two dead men, or the random girl who’d killed one of the dead men with the avenger. “wait a minute, aren’t you the girl who almost killed that senator on monday?” the old man wiped his glasses as if he wasn’t seeing through the, properly.

“we should go.” said bucky, y/n just nodded and ran out the diner, bucky on her tail. it wasn’t until they were almost back at the avengers compound and the sun had begun to ride that y/n realized they forgot to pay.

a/n: lmk if you like the avengers one shots and if you want this to be a series! thanks for reading, messages for just chatting or suggestions are always open. this work was not proofread so if you noticed any major grammatical mistakes (no you didn’t) and please lmk!

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i’ve gained a small following on here and because of that i think what i write should curate to you guys. i, thinking about writing a small series 5 or 6 parts at most. is that something you all would want? what do you want to see?

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DONT WORRY, DARLING

summary: harry doesn’t ever want his darling to worry, and she doesn’t

warnings: this fic isn’t for everyone, y/n is a housewife (no i don’t hate women’s rights jack chambers is just really hot) also sorry this is short! mentions of smut

she would be a liar to say she hated it. she could lie and say she wished to work, wished to go outside the town they lived in. truth was, the only part she hated was harry leaving in the morning. she loved doting on him, making him his favorite breakfast in the morning, making sure the house was clean for him when he got home, making sure he had dinner on the table, making sure the mini bar was fully stocked. those were her second favorite moments of the day, the first of course being the moments she gets to spend with harry.

she always woke up first, mainly out of habit. the clock on the nightstand read 6:23, and the tattooed arm around her waist tightened at the different breathing pattern. she let herself close her eyes and breathe in harry’s scent. it was cruel to think that in three hours he’d leave her, and not return for another eight.

“your thinking is waking me up.” harry whined in her ear, she yawned out a laugh and turned in his arms to look up at him, her chin against his chest. “go to bed baby, you don’t want to be exhausted all day.” she tucked a unruly curl of his away from those deep green eyes glancing down at her lovingly. green was her favorite color.

“don’t worry, darling.” he whispered to her, pulling her impossibly closer. “it’s worth it, a little more sleepy, for a little more time with you.” he kissed the top of her head as she snuggled into him.

he would always whisper that phrase to her; don’t worry, darling. she never had to worry, not about him, not about her, not about them. all she had to do was exist and love. then harry would take care of the rest. it was blissful, why would she ever want anything different?

—

8:45 rolled around, all the husbands and wives began to step out of their houses, to either wish them off, or go to work. harry always followed behind her, wanting to bask in the sweet little dresses she would always wear for him. though she didn’t always find that fair, especially when he was wearing her favorite navy suit.

“do you have to go?” she whispered, blocking the handle to the car door, he leaned down and kissed her, her hands finding his jaw. “yes love, but i’ll be back. don’t worry, darling.” he repeated the loving phrase to her again. she sighed and let her forehead rest against his chest, taking in one more breath of his cologne before her senses were filled with the sweet smell of cleaning supplies. he kissed the top of her head before opening the car door, “i love you.” he told her, she kissed him one more time before reciprocating the sentiment and watching him drive off. their goodbye was always the longest in the neighborhood, not that they cared.

she spent the rest of the day cleaning. washing the suit harry wore the day before, cleaning the bathroom, making sure the wood wasn’t scuffed, dusting their photos, organizing harry’s record shelf, all of the daily things that needed to be done. she started on dinner at two, and when harry walked through the door at five, dinner had been set, and she had touched up her hair as she opened the door for him.

“god you look divine.” harry sighed, letting his briefcase drop to the polished floors, and using y/n’s back to close the door as he kissed her into it. her heels shuffling trying to keep herself up, to be met with harry’s hands to support her. she giggled at his enthusiasm, “i made lasagna.” she told him. harry nibbled her lip instead, “i’d much rather have you.” he told her, she felt the breath get knocked out of her at his words.

“you have to eat your dinner first baby.” she laughed, she felt like a mother scolding her child to eat their vegetables before they were allowed ice cream. now she was telling harry he needed real food, before he could have the woman he loved. “i like my idea better.” he picked her up bridal style and began carrying her to their bedroom. she whimpered as he set her down gently, “i worked so hard to cook for you.”

“don’t worry, darling. your food won’t go to waste, but i need to thank you properly for the care you take of me and this home.” his kissed her softly, before kneeling in front of her, and thanking her properly.

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MADDIES - MASTER LIST

fluff * angst ^ smut !

HARRY STYLES

* EXS AND OHS - y/n and harry are recently engaged and not all his exs are happy for them

* DOMESTIC - y/n and harry being cute + it’s fall

^/! A LITTLE TO MUCH STYLES CHARM - y/n and harry’s oldest son starts acting a little too much like his father during his early years

^ DELICATE - y/n has lots of sexual traumas and harry and her have worked so hard together to create the relationship they have until they see y/n’s abuser

*/^ HARRY BEING A GIRL DAD - harry has four daughters and very different relationships with each of them

*/! DONT WORRY DARLING - based off don’t worry darling, where harry never wants his darling to worry

JAMES “BUCKY” BARNES

*/^ COMFORT IN YOU - y/n recognizes bucky, bucky recognizes y/n, and they someone find comfort in each other

more to come!

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EXS AND OHS

summary : y/n and harry are recently engaged, but in y/n’s line of work, she runs into lots of his exs and their not all happy for the couple

warnings : just bitter people

harry’s dating history wasn’t exactly a secret, but the list of exs would come to a hault, as the 50,000 dollar diamond sat on y/n’s ring finger with pride. but y/n wasn’t exactly a nobody, she had two vouge covers and three world tours under her belt along with opening and closing fashion week malin, paris, and new york, and not to mention several blockbuster movies.

she was kind of a big deal.

but in her line of work, she had lots of run ins with her loves exs, and they weren’t always pleasant.

—

y/n was booked for victorias secrets comeback show, and she was a nervous wreck. her strict diet made harry worried sick, and her coworkers were starting to worry y/n.

“and you’re sure you want to come? i understand if you don’t—.” “—y/n i love you. i’m goin’ to be at everything for the rest of your life. even if my ex is there.” he assured with a kiss to her forehead. she sighed, and a week later found herself in hair and makeup getting ready to strut out like she was on top of the world.

“make sure to flash that ring okay? it’s been on covers for the past month.” her agent said, as she stared down the poor hair and makeup crew. y/n heard a distant scoff in the background but she chose to ignore it. “i thought for the show it had to come off?” y/n asked, she didn’t exactly want to part with it but she didn’t want to break any rules. “not when the one who gave it to you is harry styles. trust me, the show will be memorable because of the ring.” her agent scoffed with a few taps to her phone then back to insane staring.

just then, the busty, perfectly thin blonde, with small bronze chrome wings came walking around in lingerie. “the reason he never proposed to me is because his taste in rings never met my standards.” camllie gossiped to a fresh faced girl, clearly new-ish to the modeling world. y/n rolled her eyes and kept her thoughts to her self.

when y/n got out of hair and makeup she was draped in gold lingerie with diamonds dripping from the bra. it was for their anniversary line, and the bralette would only be sold to select clientele. the matching panties were gold as the metal brushed the modesty garment she wore. then large gold wings were applied, weighing less then she has anticipated.

“she’ll open, then jenner and rowe will follow ten paces behind, wait at the top of the runway and walk back before them.” a manager explained to y/n and her agent. y/n nodded before being moved to were she was directed, greeting kendall with a smile and hug.

“i haven’t seen you in forever!” kendall smiled and embraced her, the two went on a brand trip together before she got engaged and at the start of her and harry’s relationship and ended up sipping on margaritas and gossiping on a yacht the whole time. privileged and elite? sure, but they had a great time.

“i know, we have to do a trip just us.” y/n smiled, kendall was already grabbing her hand to see the ring. “god! he’s always had good taste but y/n this is gorgeous.” she gasped and looked between the ring and y/n. camille scoffed beside her. “please, the diamond has a blue tint. i doubt it’s even real.” camille rolled her eyes.

“it’s tinted blue because he chose to not stain it. he went water mining when we were in bali, someone helped him find it, and he chose to not stain it.” y/n clarified, just like that the lights cut and ariana grandes unmistakable vocals of dangerous woman was heard, y/n was counted off and she strutted out.

—

y/n would definitely say her least favorite job was acting. there was so much drama in almost every romance movie she’s filmed, so when she was casted as gwen for the fourth spider-man movie to bring a love triangle into poor spider-man’s life, she was excited that it would be an action movie even if she was playing a love interest.

that was of course until she figured out who would be working on the movie with her.

olivia wilde.

y/n tried to remain professional, tho it was difficult with tom seeing as he was so giggly about everything, and zendya was laughing about how forced tom looked. everything was more natural with tom and zendya tho, so to switch between his girlfriend and his friend must have been weird for tom, so y/n tried to keep that in mind and remind her it wasn’t her fault the scenes weren’t working the way she wanted them to.

however one of the directors did not agree.

“y/n, can you step off set for a moment.” olivia’s voice sounded, tom looked confused as did y/n before she stepped off set as she was asked and followed oliva nervously.

“is there an issue?” y/n asked. oliva scoffed, “of course there is. this scene should have taken four takes, max. we have over forty of you and tom laughing. if you can’t play a love interest we will have to find someone who can.” she scolded, y/n was slightly offended.

two actors that have never worked together, taking on a role in a movie where they’re meant to be navigating love together, is not easy. and their first kissing scene might take a few try’s, but that’s not enough to threaten y/n’s contract over.

“unfortunately you might want to check the contract marvel signed, this is not cause for termination, and you cannot terminate my contract period. but if you would like to submit a claim that i am unable to preform my required task, i will happily take that battle with management. i really don’t want to waste anyone’s time so should i head back to set or?” y/n looked at oliva innocently with a smirk, brushing her hair back so her ring caught the light.

“watch you back, l/n.”

“styles. but close.”

safe to say y/n reported that threat and oliva wasn’t heard from again.

—

“you look absolutely divine.” harry came up behind her, kissing the exposed skin on her neck from her half slicked wave, old hollywood hairstyle. y/n laughed as she looked at them in the mirror. harry, in his colorful sparkly patch work jumpsuit, and her in her all black,

a-symmetrical neckline of the all black floor length dress she wore. their two personalities showing on their faces. she was so excited for tonight, she had a good feeling about harry’s changes of the trophy.

“you ready to sweep tonight?” she asked, he blushed. “don’t jinx me, the grammys don’t tend to like me.” he said in a hushed voice, y/n rolled her eyes and kissed her husbands cheek deeply. “not this year. i can feel it.”

her words ended up being true, with harry’s complete sweep. he was overcome with emotion, and y/n sat with him through all of it. holding his hand and even kissing him when he induced it, which was rare seeing as he hated pda especially when cameras were around.

they had plans to skip the after party and go get a pizza with the band and team, then go home and celebrate like old people with sleep. however their plans were put to a hault when taylor swift approached. y/n, ever the swiftie, was sure she was about to pass out as she squeezed her fiancés hand.

“congratulations harry.” she smiled and hugged him briefly before turning back to y/n. “and your performance was amazing, i had no idea your range was so good?” taylor said, y/n’s eyes went wide and she nodded. “oh yeah- yeah thanks.” she tried to laugh it off and leaned into harry’s comforting touch, he tried to hold back a laugh and taylor could tell.

“i have a few ideas and i want you to be a part of it, here’s my number— new number—.” she glanced at harry. “—and call me, so we can start scheming.” she winked at y/n, who was definitely dead. “congrats again harry.” she patted his shoulder before turning around and going to find her other friends.

“holy shit.” y/n whispered as she clutched taylor swifts number. harry chuckled and kissed her, “we can call her in the morning yeah? pizza and sleep okay?” he said, only to be welcomed with a large kiss and a i love you.

four months later, here y/n was, doing her one night only with taylor fucking swift.

harry was sitting in the 1989 friends and family box, with gigi, zayne, and their daughter as they caught up. gigi made sure to comment on how harry’s all access pass said ‘STYLE MUSE’ instead of harry styles.

the concert was perfect, everything was amazing. after all, taylor was considered the one of the best performers of all time. then as she stayed on stage after her two surprise songs, fans cheered even louder than usual.

“i actually have something i want to give you guys.” fans bracelets began flashing blue as screams could almost shatter the stadium, taylor laughed.

“i think you guys noticed i skipped style tonight.” she smirked, louder screams were heard and y/n stood backstage in her light blue wide legged pants, and white satin top. waiting nervously for her cue as they adjusted her headset and in ear microphone.

“i also want to throw in just one more surprise song, just for you guys!l she said excitedly, but didn’t wait for the crowd to quiet as she used the mic to talk over them. “please welcome miss y/n styles!” she screamed, and the stadium screamed back as the beat to style began to play.

harry recorded like a proud husband and sang along to every word as he watched y/n dance around on stage, in her element to a song he inspired.

“you got that long hair slick back white t-shirt.” both the girls flicked part of their hair over to imitate harry back in one direction, and ran a hand from their neck down to their pelvis as they sung, then tossed one shoulder and strutted down the diamond like models. which y/n was, harry thought to himself.

style passed, the loudest cheer in the whole room came from harry. so happy to see the woman he loved getting to work with her idol and be so happy doing it.

“i think there’s one more that goes to perfectly with us, don’t you think taylor?” y/n asked, fighting back the happy tears in her eyes. taylor bit back a smile and nodded, “what do you think Los Angeles?” she asked, they screamed. and the beat to i think he knows began to play.

the girls sang and danced along with the crowd, harry didn’t know this song very well so he was hyper focused on making sure to get all of y/n’s performance while also watching her.

“he’s got that boyish look that i like in a man.” y/n sung, and stopped dancing as she looked at taylor.

“i am an architect i’m drawing up the plans.” taylor copied the movements.

“he’s so obsessed with me and boy i understand.” y/n flipped her hair jokingly, making sure to flash the ring before both girls turned to face each other taylor grabbing y/n’s hand to look at the ring before screaming the line; “boy i understand!”

harry’s heart was skipping around 13th avenue.

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DOMESTIC

summary : harry and y/n being domestic (it’s all fluff)

content warnings : none. it’s just fluff.

harry was finally relaxed, he wasn’t high strung while touring but he was getting overwhelmed. he didn’t get as much time for him and y/n anymore, and he wasn’t home enough for his liking. so this fall, he was determined to be as domesticated and homely as possible.

currently, he was lounging on the couch in grey sweats, with the brown pleasing hoodie on with a burberry blanket sprawled across his lap as he watched the crown.

y/n had gone out to grab starbucks, and knowing y/n probably a few candles around ten minutes ago. he was trying to catch up to where y/n was in the show even tho she insisted she didn’t mind rewatching a few seasons.

she came barreling into the home, a drink carrier in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. “harry?” she called out. harry shot up to come help her with the items and was surprised when the grocery bag had a large flower arrangement in it. “have the ones i got you already wilted?” he asked as he took the drinks and bag from her hand so she could take her coat and shoes off. sure it was fall but he had gotten them on sunday, it was only tuesday.

“oh those are for you.” she said causally, harry’s heart melted as he pulled out the arrangement. it was a mixture of sunflowers and orange tulips. “i tried to find lilys but they didn’t have any.” she said, walking around the counter and kissing his cheek. immediately he wrapped her in a hug. “thank you.” he whispered, like it was a secret. she blushed, “of course.” she said, as she gently broke it, knowing harry would never let go if he didn’t have to. “im going to change and make some brunch?” she said, but it was more like a question. “i’ll make brunch, you get comfortable.” he insisted. she blushed again before pecking his lips, “your amazing, you know that?” she smiled, he blushed back.

“you deserve everything and more lovie.” he said, before kissing her for real, then letting her go change as he grabbed their waffle maker and dug in the grocery bag till he pulled out the waffle mix, and added will to it. before heating up chicken, and platting the chicken and waffles. he set the plates down on the coffee table were y/n was on her phone, scrolling on pinterest.

“what are you pintresting?” he asked, she giggled. “fall outfits, i found a few ideas.” she said. “better take you out to dinner then, i want to see them on the model.” he said, before kissing her head.

she tossed her phone aside when harry circled the couch and resumed his position where he had been, she crawled into his lap and laid her head on his chest and body on his legs. he covered her with the blanket and kissed her again. before grabbing her plate and feeding it to her as he pressed play on their show.

“i love that dress.” she said, catching a glimpse of the screen, harry hummed. “maybe it’s just vanessa kirby.” she said, harry rolled his eyes. “definitely not, you’d look amazing in that costume.” he complimented, she blushed. “you think i’d be a pretty princess?” she asked, with a slight pout to show she was joking. harry giggled and kissed her again. “you already are lovie.”

(sorry this was so short !)

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Do you have a masterlist ? I love the latest writing :))

not yet since i only have three story’s up, but eventually once i write more i will definitely have a master list!

if anybody has suggestions for story’s let me know 🙏

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Why would you write about that manner. It’s gross.

don’t read if you don’t like it 🤷‍♀️

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A LITTLE TOO MUCH STYLES CHARM

content : plot around a threesome

summary : harry and y/n walk in on their son, his girlfriend, and someone they’ve never met

elliot styles was every bit the heartthrob his dad was. the oldest and only boy out of his sisters, however they were all happily tucked in and asleep by midnight. his dad and mom were at a friends concert, and shouldn’t be back for another three to four hours.

so he slipped open his window and climbed down his balcony to help his girlfriend of two years, and a girl they met on a family vacation in bali two months ago into the massive estate. unaware of the camera outside every one of the kids balcony’s.

he was a seventeen year old boy, and his girlfriend had even suggested it. she wanted to experience both sides, and elliot was more then willing to give his love whatever she wanted. plus, he wasn’t letting this opportunity go.

everybody had been tested, both girls were on a pill, an nda had been signed, and condoms were on standby.

sooner then later clothes were torn off, and his california king size bed was being utilized.

—

“we’re getting old.” y/n sighed as harry carried her heels and she wore his socks into their house, which was oddly quiet. usually when the two went out, elliot would have a group of friends, or his girlfriend kenzie over. or athena would be in the kitchen using the home sound system. or at least a party going on in the backyard. harry and y/n shared a look, both clearly confused.

“are our kids as well?” harry narrowed his eyebrows. faintly- as they walked up the stairs, a chase atlantic played from down the hall along with a blue led light on. “he needs to turn on a light of he’s gonna be on his console.” y/n sighed. “let’s just leave him, i’m tired.” harry really didn’t want to open that door. especially when he heard a soft giggle, followed by a moan.

“are they hooking up?” y/n asked. “probably, but he knows to be safe.” harry said, y/n went to agree before they heard a different name then usual. “fuck angelina.” no doubly there son, and harry immediately dropped y/n’s heels and began to make a beeline for the door. when it swung open y/n immediately yelped when she both kenzie and whoever angelina was making out, with her son in the background.

“who the hell-.” harry began and shut up, both the girls jumped, kenzie grabbed the throw blanket to cover herself, ‘angelina’s’ eyes got really wide. “dad! what the hell!” elliot said, grabbing his boxers and kenzie. “get her- them dressed. and get her out of my house, i’ll call the car for kenzie.” harry’s voice dropped an octave as he directed them and began to shut the door, y/n scoffed and pushed past harry. “is she tested? harry fucking move she probably didn’t sign an nda. this is so disrespectful to kenzie, elliot. i thought i raised you better.” she shook her head.

“it was my idea mrs.styles i’m so sorry-.” kenzie began to apologize, y/n shook her head. “no darling you don’t have to apologize, please just go ahead and clean yourself and get ready okay? do you need a place to sleep tonight?” she asked. kenzie shook her head and y/n went to go talk to her in elliot’s bathroom.

harry shook his head and began to walk away before elliot got his boxers on and went to get his dad. “dad- i got an nda for her and she was tested.”

“was it really kenzie’s idea.” it wasn’t a question, harry’s tone was demanding and practically terrifying. elliot had never heard it before, at least not to him. “yes, she wanted to see what it was like with a girl. i wanted to make her happy and i wasn’t exactly opposed to it.”

“you didn’t pressure her at all into agreeing?” harry’s eyebrow raised. elliot shook his head, “she was nervous to tell me because she didn’t want to pressure me.” he said softly, harry sighed. “does she have a ride?” he asked. “said she she got herself, kenz was gonna spend the night and angelina was going to leave right after.” he explained. harry bit his bottom lip.

“i did this shit to, when i first started out. i wasn’t upset you were doing it, i was upset but mainly worried about how kenzie felt. as long as you’re being safe, then i don’t care about your sex life. but kenzie has to be the priority as long as you to are together.” harry lectured. “i love her, she always comes first. she knows that.” elliot said, like his dad, he loved and loved hard. y/n came out into the hallway with kenzie.

“anaglina must’ve crawled out your window. did she get tested? was there an nda?” kenzie was in pajamas, with a greatful look on her face. “yes and yes. we were being safe.” elliot said, kenzie joined his side and grabbed his hand. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t realize how much has to go into this. and i didn’t mean to cause any problems mr and mrs styles.” she looked between harry and y/n. harry shook his head, “don’t worry about it, we were worried about you.” he said.

“if elliot ever does wrong by you, let us know.” y/n winked with a smirk, kenzie blushed and laughed. “go back to bed, and sleep in it.” harry added the last part. “don’t worry, you all have killed any mood there was.” elliot sighed before guiding kenzie by the small of her back and into his room.

“any chance we have a mood tonight?”

“tired, harry. your son just cock blocked you.”

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𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄

paring : harry styles x reader

content : sexual assault, traumatic sexual experiences, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

summary : harry and y/n had been handling y/n’s past sexual experiences and working to make sure y/n feels safe and comfortable in any intimate setting, and it all comes crumbling down when they see y/n’s assaulter out in public

being with harry had challenges, such as a lack of privacy, his narcissism, causing a constant power struggle, his work life balance, the book of mental health problems between the two of harry and y/n led to the most imperfect of perfect relationships.

there whole relationship from the day they met had been a challenge, and that’s what excited them. a goal to work towards, and someone to compete with who will celebrate just as hard with you, and loose just as hard with you. they loved it.

but there was one challenge both of them preferred mot to touch, and that was y/n’s past sexual traumatic experiences. harry had found out about them earlier than both of them would have preferred but he couldn’t have handled it better.

they had just finished there fourth date, harry was driving y/n back to her house with a large grin on his face as she buzzed on and on about the amazing movie they had just seen. it was one of harry’s favorite things about her, how excited she got over the simple things in life.

the two had held hands throughout the movie, and that was as far as the two had gone other then the gentle forehead kiss y/n got at the end of the night as a parting gift. harry’s hand twitched, craving a more intimate touch but not wanting to move to fast. as she began to talk about the female lead (whom harry knew but he’d tell her that later) he carefully placed a heavy ringed hand on her knee, and her once brighter then life conversation with mainly herself died to a silence and harry’s sublime CD swallowed the car.

y/n thought the car would swallow her whole. her eyes were trained on harry’s veiny and ringed hand as his hand gently brushed the side of her knee, she tried to relax and put a soft smile on her face but her eyes just got glossy and the smile she had trained more then she thought possible wouldn’t appear.

“y/n?” harry’s hand froze and so did he as he looked over and saw y/n having an internal battle with herself. she hummed and looked over at harry, bright doe eyes trying there hardest to look happy. harry took his hand off her knee immediately, her leg shot up as she wrapped both her arms around it and let out a shaky breath, harry pulled over.

“hey- hey i’m so sorry- y/n- please say something.” harry turned his full body to her and went to reach out to her but stopped himself. y/n but her lip and swallowed. “i’m sorry-.” she said and started to cry, harry shook his head. “no- no you have no reason to be sorry. it was my fault i should’ve asked and not just sprung that on you.” harry said, y/n leaned against the door and looked at harry carefully.

“your not mad?” she asked, still holding her leg closely. harry shook his head, more scared than anything. “why would i be mad darling?” harry asked softly, y/n’s hold on her leg loosened slightly but she kept it close to her.

“i thought people got mad when you didn’t help them with.. that…kinda stuff…” she said quietly, harry felt his heart shatter. “y/n, please know i’ll never- ever get mad at you for not wanting me to touch you. if anything i’ll be proud of you for saying no and respecting your own boundaries.” harry gave a soft smile, she sniffled and shuffled around, nodding with an understanding.

“iv never had boundaries before.” y/n whispered. harry felt his stomach drop. “you don’t have to answer this, but… y/n, did someone hurt you?” harry asked as gently as he could. y/n sniffled, and slowly, she nodded. harry felt more anger than he thought he’d ever feel. and he’d never felt more scared, not when the band forgot to make that one hookup sign an NDA, not then when he made the choice to go solo, not when his step dad died, not when his mom was put on suicide watch. but now, as the girl he would fall in love with, went back to the worst experience in her life, because of him.

“i don’t wanna hurt you darling. the thought makes me sick.” harry began to cry, y/n nodded. “i wanna go home.” she said quietly, harry felt bile rise to his throat. this was it. this was the last time he’d ever see her. and he’d do whatever she needed to make her safe.

he drove her home to the last four songs on his sublime CD, and as he pulled up to the sketchy looking dorms he heard the sweetest voice he’d ever heard ask for a favor he would never turn down.

“will you stay the night? don’t wanna be alone.” y/n asked, and with tears in his eyes harry nodded, and walked her up to her room, tucked her into bed and made himself comfortable on the couch outside. feeling the job of protecting her settle onto him for the first time. and he loved it.

harry had grown accustomed to her traumas, and once they set boundaries that were set to be able to be changed later on in life, it was simply another thing they worked through. it also meant harry was stuck with his hand until marriage, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

harry had thought about trying to find the sick fuck a few times. he had the resource’s. but after a logical conversation with y/n he decided against it. sure he could find him, but what good would that be. harry himself couldn’t do anything for obvious reasons, and harry’s team couldn’t do anything because it would link back to harry. they could try and sue, but that would again bring negative press to harry, but the only important reason to harry, was that y/n didn’t want to get out back in the mindset again.

harry had also taken protecting y/n to the next level ever since that night. they had a body guard ready to protect her from paparazzi if they were going anywhere for business, and harry would personally make sure wherever they were going would accommodate to the privacy he demanded for her.

there had been a total of five paparazzi photos of them seen together since their second date. everything else y/n personally selected, edited, and curated what harry’s fans got. y/n loved harry’s fans, and when they called harry dad, she felt like their mom. the fans didn’t know much about the couples personal lives, but they knew y/n struggled with mental health problems after she went onto gemma’s podcast and spoke about them. fans were made aware that if y/n started to get nervous or anxious harry would cut the interaction short to be there for her, and for the most part thar was accepted. making the couple comfortable to go out in public together.

harry loved to spoil y/n, it was his favorite thing to spend money on. seeing her happy, made him happy, even if she’d feel bad in the first few stores only to settle into the luxury harry provided for her by the third shop.

“thank you for all this h, you didn’t have to.” y/n smiled as harry took her bags and opened the door to leave prada. “no need to thank me darling.” he kissed her forehead as she walked past and she blushed wildly. paris was one of his favorite places to be —his favorite being italy of course— but paris made better intimacy garments and harry would drop everything just to fly to paris for them if y/n was in the mood.

“why don’t we make a stop at your favorite?” y/n smirked over her shoulder. she had grown so comfortable and confident with her body sense her and harry had been married. she liked being naked in front of him, he worshiped her like someone would a god, and took the best care of her. how could he not? she was perfect to him.

“whatever you want my love.” harry suppressed his grin and attempted to hide his boner with a blue tiffany bag. harry’s large hand found a comfortable spot on the small of her back as they glided along the streets of paris, just as they rounded the corner onto the street where harry’s holy grail was, harry felt that tension and unease he hadn’t felt in years.

“y/n?” he froze as she did, she swallowed and felt her eyes well as she began to shake. harry saw two teenage girls a few feet down do a double take. “their just fans love-.” harry said, she shook her head and didn’t look at them, instead she hastily pulled harry into a small boutique and they b lined it for the bathroom. she slammed the door behind harry and sank down to her butt as she curled up and began shaking violently. harry dropped the bags.

“baby honey i need you to breathe okay?” harry gently reached out to touch her like all the times before, only for her to recoil away from his touch. “n-no.” she faintly said, harry felt a sting to his heart only for it to drop. she usually longed for his touch when she felt anxious, the only times she didn’t was when something reminded her of him.

“what’s happening love? need you to tell me what set it off.” harry spoke very gently. “your safe. i don’t want to hurt you. i love you. will never touch you if you don’t want it.” harry repeated his words over and over till her breath stilled. “i saw him.” she whispered quietly.

“what?” harry asked dumbly. “i saw him… out on the streets.. he had- he had a girl..” harry didn’t want to imagine what that poor girl must be going through, and he felt his eyes well as y/n worried for her as well. “what if he tries to-.” she shivered, harry shook his head with a soft ‘mnm’. “he’s not gonna hurt you, he won’t come near you. not when i’m around. do you want me to send reid to go check on the other girl?” harry mentioned the body guard who was surely pretending to browse the store. y/n shook her head, “don’t wanna scare her.. i didn’t trust men…” y/n spoke in broken sentences.

“brooklyn then?” harry asked, y/n nodded. “wanna stay here for a bit.” she sniffled, harry nodded. “i’ll text brooke right now and tell her there’s a girl who might be in a bad situation okay?” y/n wiped her eyes. “can i have a hug?” she asked, without hesitation harry did as he was asked. “i love you darling. thank you.” he thanked her for trusting him to touch her. “i love you to.” she sniffled and let harry hold her.

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HARRY BEING A GIRL DAD

content : mostly fluff, angst towards the end

summary : harry’s relationship will all four of his daughters and how each one impacts his life in extremely different ways but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

when harry and y/n had started to have kids, they weren’t expecting four girls. they wouldn’t trade them for the world, but this left harry in a very interesting situation. playing catch on a beach in italy turned into harry learning how to play volleyball to compete against there oldest, astria . being blessed with harry’s height, she was quickly scouted out in the sixth grade to join the team and she fell in love with it.

y/n busy with her fourth pregnancy and two younger ones, harry took on the extracurricular with pride, even showing off his skills on tour.

“is this a beach ball?” he laughed as a fan handed him a ball with each of his eras on the sides. the fan nodded through her tears of excitement, harry crouched down with a smile to take it. “thank you!” he thanked, before turning around to sara and hitting it her way so she could put it with the pride flag he had for the emergency rip situation. the crowd cheered, harry turned around with a proud smile on his face.

“my daughter taught me that.” he smiled, the crowd exploded with excitement at the small insight of his life.

but that’s all it was, a small insight. because his other three girls required just as much attention in various fields. sage had taken a huge interest in music just like her father, she was constantly around for recording sessions so she could get a real feel for what it was like, she saw the hardships and the challenges of staying in the studio till one just because lyrics were flowing like water. she felt the strain on her relationships, especially between her mom because she spent so much time with her dad, and when dad was gone so was sage. it took so much more then your voice, and harry and sage bonded over that every day.

but where harry had a very strong relationship with sage over music, he felt the disconnect and trust with daphne. y/n was an actress and model, though after her pregnancy’s she only wanted to continue the acting portion of her job, but it only took one sneaking session through old magazines in moms office for daphne to see herself exactly where her mom was. on the cover of vouge.

daphne wanted to get to the cover of vogue, without her dad playing a single hand in her success. she wanted to get there off her talent and her ability, not because her dad was harry styles.

it hurt, seeing daphne thrive and have amazing experiences while keeping harry at arms length due to her determination. part of him couldn’t be more proud for daphne wanting to be more then her parents names, but the other part of him wanted to be there with her during shoots and being in the room as she watches her social media hit a new mile stone.

“she loves us honey, but her dream means it’s hers. and we’re not involved.” y/n massaged harry after a long day in the studio, daphne had just been on the cover of cosmopolitan for her beauty line she hid from them for a whole year till the launch came out. “yeah but family is so important and she doesn’t understand that- without my family i wouldn’t be where i am today. family is everything.” harry began to tense. y/ relaxed him with a kiss to his head. “and she loved her family more then any follower count or magazine. but she’s got your drive lovie. all we can do is support from the side. like i did for the first two years of our relationship.” like daphne, y/n didn’t want harry’s success to impact her own. so y/n built an even stronger brand on her own before they did a PR stunt on a yacht in italy, frames away from x-rated pictures.

just like that daphne came prancing down the stairs and into the kitchen, shooting her parents the million dollar smile there child possessed. “congrats on the cover honey.” harry chirped, daphne lit up as she grabbed a bottle of fiji water from the fridge and walked over to the table with them, only to talk there ear off about how amazing the whole experience was, mentioning here and there how much she missed us but knew that this is what she had to do to achieve exactly what she wanted to achieve. and nothing could replace that feeling of pride.

bridget styles was the youngest of her sisters and by quiet a bit. astria was a senior when bridget was in sixth grade, and due to astria being busy with getting a scholarship from a school for volleyball (determined to not take any of her parents money after she turned 18), sage writing her own album, daphne building fame without needing the last name of their parents, bridget felt invisible. all her sisters had everything figured out, her dad was a international pop star, her mom was a world renowned model and actress. how was she meant to live up to that?

bridget was naturally quiet while astria and daphne did most of the talking, sage was so close was dad it felt impossible to get that kind of relationship, and mom was trying to keep everything in order, she seemed impossible to approach. so she tried to raise there attentions.

she was top of her class throughout middle school, but it didn’t amount to astiras D1 scholarship to go play in america. she joined choir while she could and used her voice for the first time and was quickly the best singer, and while dad and mom were always there, it almost made it worse. her dad had the best make voice in the country, why was hers still cracking, why was she getting teary eyed when she sung to a bunch of parents. her dad sung to millions almost every night, and her mother took photos nude, only her limbs to cover herself for millions of people to look at and judge.

bridget devolved anxiety and mild depression her freshman year as daphne got teen vouge and sages album got released.

bridget decided she wasn’t hungry when astria came over for easter brunch, when in reality she was starving and she knew dad made her favorite blueberry pancakes, but she couldn’t stand it, daphne was on the cover of teen vouge, astria was the number one player in america and the uk, sages first album sold out, and bridget had done nothing.

she was smart, sure, but that isn’t enough when your family are celebrities in their own rights, without needing one another for fame.

bridget slid against her door and let tears flood her eyes as her chest rose and fell. never enough. she repeated in her head over and over. and she believed it. she would never be enough for this family.

harry climbed the stairs with a plate of blueberry pancakes, bacon, and lukewarm tea just how bridget preferred as he knocked on her door. he heard scrambling and whimpers, his eyebrows furrowed. was she hurt? “bridge?” he said carefully, she then quickly pulled the door open, her green eyes pooled with tears, her tanned nose pink, her lashes wet and her lip quivering.

“oh bridge-.” he set the plate on the floor and engulfed bridget in a hug. he had always offered to take her to therapy, he loved his therapist and realied on it heavily through this marriage and throughout parenthood, even his career he needed therapy for. but bridget wasn’t the kind of kid who liked to talk about her feelings. instead, she wanted the comforting touch of someone who loved her.

harry’s arms wrapped around her protectively and she hugged back just as hard. “i love you bridge. i’m so proud of you.” he repeated over and over, she shook her head. “i’m not as good.” she muffled into his pink pleasing crewneck. “w-what?” harry couldn’t believe his ears. “i’m not as good.” bridget sniffled.

“astria is a D1 athlete, sage is just like you, and daphne is just like mom. and i’m- im not talented enough to be in this family, i don’t deserve it.” she looked at the floor, harry felt his heart shatter.

“bridget- i want you to listen to me okay?” harry said gently as he took bridget’s hands, she sniffled and looked at the akin green eyes to her. “you. are more then enough, you deserve to be there, you deserve to be a part of this family because your me and your moms kid, and every kid we have is extraordinary. i mean, your grades, are practically perfect!” he laughed slightly with a soft tone. “you’re way smarter than i ever was. and your style? your mom sees you on pinterest all the time! but you want to know what i’m most proud of?” harry asked gently, bridget nodded, harry got on his knees and looked up at her so she could look down and still see him.

“your kind, resilient, loving, and strong heart. you are the kindest, most giving, nurturing, generous person i know and you heart is the most pure and amazing thing about you.” bridget was sobbing, harry was sobbing, and the tea had gone completely cold as it flooded over with love. “i love you bridget gemma styles. your mother loves you, your sisters loves you, and you are more then enough okay?” harry asked, bridget nodded and hugged him again. harry held his daughter as they both cried in each others arms the rest of easter morning, only to return to the family to do an egg hunt.