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[missluckycharms]

I love the blurb you wrote it’s soooo good and makes me feel comfortable 🥹 thank you 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Awh thank you so much !!! Got so many requests for Harry & Star I’m considering writing for them again 🥺🤍

[missluckycharms]

Hii, I missed you and your writing. Can you write something about y/n and Harry (maybe phh). When she asks him what they are and he said he wants to be in a relationship but y/n isn’t ready yet and he reacts understanding 🫶🏻🫶🏻 can you make it a bit angsty too? Thank you 🫶🏻

I’m a little rusty so if this is somewhat crappy, just mind your business. Mwah. Thank you for this concept anon!! 🤍

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Y/N and Harry have had a complicated relationship from the beginning.

Being childhood best friends can have it’s pros and also it’s cons, many cons Y/N had come to realise.

Five years old is when they first met, both their mothers being in the same book club is what set it off, the two meeting just before they headed into school where they’d also be together, connected at the hip their mothers soon came to know.

They were inseparable since five year old Harry comforted five year old Y/N as their mothers left them for the first time ever on their first day of school, the boy instantly hugging the crying girl as he reassured her he’d always be there, and he was, he really was.

Seventeen is when things started to get weird for them, hormones came into play, parties started becoming a thing and of course, testing the waters on who they both were interested in.

Harry finding himself the centre of attention with teenage girls pretty often, eyelashes fluttering as they basically begged to kiss him or even just sit in the passenger seat of his bet up truck that he drove, but Harry wasn’t too fond of it for reasons he wasn’t aware of at that time.

Y/N was shy, not really putting herself out there like Harry was, she would avoid parties and try ignore Harry’s pleads on insisting she comes with him for just an hour! She always rolled her eyes and agreed, but even when she was there, no one even knew she was.

But Harry always did.

College is where things got difficult, the pair going their separate ways for the first time in what felt like forever. Harry moved away, Y/N stayed, and it sucked, it really did.

Sure he’d come home every now and then and hang out with her when he could, but she could feel him slip away, pulling back slowly as she tried to navigate life without his hand on her shoulder reassuring her he’s there.

But he wasn’t anymore.

She took some time for herself, saved up money and decided to travel, leaving behind the life she felt way too comfortable in, wanting to find her true self, but sometimes, even if you try hard to get away from your past and start new, some strings are just hard to break.

And Harry was a string that kept hanging on.

Twenty five is when they met again, at a small bar in a different country to where they both left one another all those years ago, it was as if her mind was playing tricks on her, but it wasn’t.

It was him, he was there.

All the pent up anger for moving away from both parts was soon let out as they argued in booze filled rage, soon finding themselves tangled around one another the next morning as the sun seeped in through the curtains.

All the years of curiosity and anger came down to this, to Harry in her bed, the same Harry who had her back from five years old, who held her when she was hormonal and needing a shoulder to sob on for stupid reasons. It was him, and she had no idea what to think of it all.

A light groan startles her from her thoughts as he moves beside her, lazily peeling his eyes open as a sleep soaked grin creeps onto his face.

“This is the last place I thought I’d be, but no complaints here!” He jokes with a soft laugh, trying to wrap his arm around her to which she brushes off, leaving him confused.

Silence, that’s all he’s met with, Y/N staring at the ceiling as if she’s trying to piece her words together, but she can’t.

“Is something wrong? I can get you anything just say-“

“Just go, please” is all she can get out, her eyes closing as she fights off tears she doesn’t know why she’s even building up.

He looks over her face, he knows when she’s bottling something up, of course he does!

“I’m not leaving you like this Star.”

There it was, the nickname he always called her growing up. It stemmed from her love of astrology, always looking up at the stars whenever she could, he found it adorable, from then on always referring to her as one.

“Don’t call me that, you haven’t called me that in years.” She says almost as if she’s disgusted it even slipped past his lips.

Harry is confused, last night they were all over one another, couldn’t get enough of each other as they shared what was their first ever intimate night together, sharing themselves with each other for the first time ever.

“Please, can you just look at me?” He says with a light laugh, more one of confusion than of anything else, his heart tugging as he sees her flinch away from his touch yet again.

“It’s just best if you go, go back home and just don’t contact me again, I’ll do the same. Let’s just get back to what we were before last night.”

That was the thing, Harry didn’t want that.

“Y/N, do you know the reason I was here in the first place? The reason I suddenly just showed up?” Harry’s heart skips a beat as she looks at him for the first time this morning as she shakes her head softly.

“It’s because I couldn’t live without you, I tried, trust me I did! I tried everything. Nothing compared to what I felt when I was around you, knowing you were there was enough for awhile but when you moved,” he sighs with a shake of his head before he begins again.

“I felt like a piece of me left with you.”

Y/N doesn’t take her eyes off him, drinking in how he looks now, on sober eyes she can still see the young boy in him, the dimples poking out as he smiles down at her but there’s also differences.

She doesn’t see him as a friend anymore.

“Your hair is longer” she speaks, which is another difference she didn’t seem to notice last night.

“You had a thing for Tarzan growing up, had to get you some way.” He joked, earning a small laugh from her to which he beams at, missing her smile and her laugh that he was oh so fond of.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Can I be your idiot?”

That sentence brings her back to earth, the pit in her stomach returning as she fights back a lump in her throat as she tries to build up courage to tell him.

But she doesn’t need to tell him, he knows already.

“I know, you’re not ready for commitment, but I’m willing to wait until you are, even if that means I have to shower you in my love until you are.” He jokes, but he isn’t deep down and they both know that.

“I just need time.” She softly says, to which he just nods, smiling back at her.

“I’ve all the time in the world for you, Star.”

And just like that, things weren’t so complicated anymore.

[missluckycharms]

It’s been awhileeeee since we had blurb night so to say thank you for not forgetting about me and for supporting me while I was inactive, I’ve decided to do a blurb night tomorrow night !

So, send me in some concepts, it can be smut, angst, fluff whatever you want and I will create a blurb for you!!

I’m so excited and tysmmmm again!! 🥺🤍

[missluckycharms]

Not a concept, but im new to ur tumblr and i just want to ask why your username is missluckycharms ??? If u dont want to answer thats fine, just curious 🩵🩵🩵

It’s fine dw!!! I just realised that to people who don’t know me it must be very confusing as it’s not a Harry related username HAHAHA but it’s bc I’m Irish I just found it hilarious and it just stuck I guess !!! 🤍

[missluckycharms]

It’s been awhileeeee since we had blurb night so to say thank you for not forgetting about me and for supporting me while I was inactive, I’ve decided to do a blurb night tomorrow night !

So, send me in some concepts, it can be smut, angst, fluff whatever you want and I will create a blurb for you!!

I’m so excited and tysmmmm again!! 🥺🤍

[missluckycharms]

Undefeated qween is back

HAHAHAHA ilyyyyy 🥺🩷

[missluckycharms]

I MISSED YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

AHHHHH I MISSED YOU TOO !!! 🥺🥺🥺

[missluckycharms]

FAÇADE.

“Agent Styles, you have been called personally to deal with this case.”

His deep voice fills the dark room, dimly lit by the screen from a computer sitting in front of him. Agent Styles stood silently, watching him as he speaks, not daring to interrupt.

It’s like a lump is stuck in his throat as he awaits to hear the rest, time going slower than he’s ever felt it pass before, as if someone has snapped the hand off the clock of the entire world.

“Our men in the CIA have reported back with dozens of reports of an online server, hosted by an anonymous user.”

He isn’t sure where he’s going with this, the CIA? What could possibly be so wrong that this case has been silently dealt with for god knows how long, whose computers have they been collecting data from?

“This server however, isn’t like a usual one, there’s much more to it, something more sinister,”

Harry wishes he’d just get on with it already, spit it out so he can get this over and done with, why is there so much suspense.

“The person running these servers calls himself The President, he’s a god of this online server, many occupants logging on daily to read his words,”

“Agent Styles, we’ve called you here today because this is no ordinary server, this is a simulation, not just online but in real life.”

Harry is just as puzzled as anyone would be, what does all this mean? Is there some sort of brain washing going on?

“Before we really begin, please, tell me what you know about a little place called Victory?”

He finishes his words, sliding many photos of what looks like homes from the 1950s, wives happily waving their husbands off to work, as if all in sync.

“I don’t understand, I’ve never heard of it.” Harry finally speaks, puzzled as he files through pictures upon pictures of what their lives used to be like many years ago.

“That’s what I was hoping for, please await your case assignment file, and who will be working alongside of you. That will be all.”

Harry has never been scared in his line of work before, but something about this doesn’t sit right with him, something sinister is happening.

And he’s been chosen to put a stop to it all.

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A DWD AU. Agent!Harry & Agent!Y/N try to tear down a virtual world called victory without getting sucked up into it’s perfection.

Is it Perfection or is it all just a Façade?

Parts Coming soon.

Read as a non Y/N fic on my Wattpad here

[missluckycharms]

so uh yeah, I’m back ! Prepare to be SICK of me !!

[missluckycharms]

FAÇADE. COMING SOON.

“Agent Styles, you have been called personally to deal with this case.”

His deep voice fills the dark room, dimly lit by the screen from a computer sitting in front of him. Agent Styles stood silently, watching him as he speaks, not daring to interrupt.

It’s like a lump is stuck in his throat as he awaits to hear the rest, time going slower than he’s ever felt it pass before, as if someone has snapped the hand off the clock of the entire world.

“Our men in the CIA have reported back with dozens of reports of an online server, hosted by an anonymous user.”

He isn’t sure where he’s going with this, the CIA? What could possibly be so wrong that this case has been silently dealt with for god knows how long, whose computers have they been collecting data from?

“This server however, isn’t like a usual one, there’s much more to it, something more sinister,”

Harry wishes he’d just get on with it already, spit it out so he can get this over and done with, why is there so much suspense.

“The person running these servers calls himself The President, he’s a god of this online server, many occupants logging on daily to read his words,”

“Agent Styles, we’ve called you here today because this is no ordinary server, this is a simulation, not just online but in real life.”

Harry is just as puzzled as anyone would be, what does all this mean? Is there some sort of brain washing going on?

“Before we really begin, please, tell me what you know about a little place called Victory?”

He finishes his words, sliding many photos of what looks like homes from the 1950s, wives happily waving their husbands off to work, as if all in sync.

“I don’t understand, I’ve never heard of it.” Harry finally speaks, puzzled as he files through pictures upon pictures of what their lives used to be like many years ago.

“That’s what I was hoping for, please await your case assignment file, and who will be working alongside of you. That will be all.”

Harry has never been scared in his line of work before, but something about this doesn’t sit right with him, something sinister is happening.

And he’s been chosen to put a stop to it all.

—

A DWD AU. Agent!Harry & Agent!Y/N try to tear down a virtual world called victory without getting sucked up into it’s perfection.

Is it Perfection or is it all just a Façade?

Parts Coming soon.

Read as a non Y/N fic on my Wattpad here

[missluckycharms]

im about to act up.

[missluckycharms]

we missed you badly, lyss!! how are you doing?? hope you’re doing well🫶 miss you and ur work everyday. sending you a biggg hug and lots of love your way always🤍

I’m doing great !!! How are you baby? 🥹 I love you sm and I miss you all too 🤍

[missluckycharms]

Still know who you are? Pelase I think about and re read your fics and blurbs all the time !

This just made my day !!! 🥹 ilysm 🤍

[missluckycharms]

Omg yes pls we need a lyss come back! 💕

I’m surprised y’all still know who I am 😭 I love youuuu 🤍

[missluckycharms]

PLEASE COME BACK!!!!!!!! I miss ur writing sm it’s not the same since you left 😭😭😭😭😭

You’re too kind 😭 I’m sure y’all are fine without me!!! I’m always lurking though 👀👀👀👀

[missluckycharms]

omg lyss active again ?!??! is this hinting a comeback ???!!! 🥺🥺

Hmmm 🤔

[missluckycharms]

Hiii !!! Very late but happy new year !!! Love you all and miss you !!! 🤍🤍🤍