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[elliehaigh]

[0oolookitsme]

Hi! if it's not too much trouble could you write something in which the reader is Brazilian, please?

Title- Dia dos Namorados (Valentine’s Day)

Genre- One-Shoty Blurb

Pairing- Harry x Brazilian!Reader

Word Count- 1,285

Warnings- Smut indications, Pet names and all the translations are bought from google :)

A/n- I loved writing this so much even though I don’t think I did a very good job at it + I just could not write the smut. Hope you like it anyway, lovely <3

“Good Luck, meu flor”, Harry said as he cupped your face and brought you nearer to him, pecking your lips just when he felt that the amount of gap he’ll have to close was only as much it is when he’ll pucker up his lips.

“Hmm, te-amo”, you smiled against his lips before kissing the cold tip of his nose and moving out of the car, shutting the door and waving a ‘bye’ to him before walking in to ignore the ones who are shoving their tongues down their significant other’s throat and give your exam. 

Yes, an exam on Valentine’s day.

Just when the two of you had woken up, which was later than you actually had to, Harry had immediately brewed a cup of hot coffee for you while you brushed and showered, got ready, packed your bag and rushed to him with the car keys juggling in your hands.  

“Happy valentine’s day, meu amor”, Harry mumbled, kissing your cheek before trailing those across till they reached your lips and pecked them.

“Happy Valentine’s day meu Coração”, you had smiled back and made an octopus pout at him to get a laugh out of his cute little tummy.   

Harry watched you till you disappeared and then rushed back home because, man, does he has quite a preparation to do. Also, he’ll never admit that he giddily smiled at the way you were weirdly walking or sorely walking, more like.

-

"Say, thank you, lovely Harry", he demanded smugly as he hung the brown bag above your head, totally at the height you couldn't reach.

You roll your eyes at him, jumping higher by using the kitchen slab for a better grip this time to get it but he changes it's location and shifts in another direction, every time!

"Harry. C'mon, be a good boy and give it to me", you pass him a tight lipped smile, gears turning in your head. You place your hand, palm facing north, in front of his chest for him to keep the bag on it, poking him with your nails the slightest bit.

Anyone could've seen the way his eyes darkened. A wide grin found a home on his plush lips. He nodded and pretended to actually listen to you but just about the time he lowered it, he should've, once again, registered just who is he dealing with.

You instantly snatched the bag out of his hands, the above torn part still in his clutched hand, and ran away into the bathroom.

He doesn't know what's in that bag, nor does he know about the condition the bathroom is in, cheers!

"Y/n Y/l/n. I want you to unlock this door in 6! ......5! ......4! .......3! ......2!".

"Okay okay okay! Just repeat that cycle please!", you yell, setting up the scented candles and fixing everything, once again.

Everything is settled perfectly but now that it's about time for Harry to know why you were spending so much time in the bathroom since last 11:30 pm, it all seems just stupid.

You slap your hand on your forehead, about to tear up when Harry knocked harder on the door, loudly yelling, "4! ....3! .....2and1, open up, y' knob!".

The lock clicks and you are standing in front of him with your eyes shut close, hands behind your back, chipping off your nail polish with your nails.

Before his hands could reach your face, you stepped away from blocking the view. You inhale deeply before opening your eyes.

Harry quickly shifts you besides him and walks forward with his arm draped around your upper half.

"Did you ....Did you do all of this?", he questioned, moving his other hand to cover up his mouth. He crouched down at the level of the bathtub and touched the water, feeling butterflies in his stomach as soon as the scent of vanilla entered his nostrils and found the water slightly hot.

"Yeah ..it isn't like there's a ghost in this house or something?", you blurted out, slapping a hand to shut your mouth before it ruins whatever mood is left.

"Happy Valentine's day", you whisper in his ear, kissing his lobule then the sharp point of his jaw, the slight shallow space that formed under his jaw as he sharply inhaled.

-

Harry licked the chocolate, which tastes delicious and had stuck to his fingers, and put the borosil container in the sink.

This man just closed the ‘Brigadeiro cake recipe-Brazilian Kitchen Abroad’ tab on his laptop and shut the device down and sat on the slab, though he hissed right after because it was cold. 

He had spent an hour on making the frosting, then he had stored it in the fridge and preheated the oven, poured the cake batter in the cake pan and currently, it’s in the process of being baked to the perfection.

He swears that preparing the frosting, is not easy. Uh uh, not at all. 

The most important part of decorating a brigadeiro cake is definitely adding as many sprinkles as possible and one thing he knows is that his girlfriend loves colourful shit but would go classic on ocassions.

Obviously he can’t call you and ask what mood you’re in, so, he goes for red sprinkles because it’s valentine’s day ...or how about some strawberries? But it’s not available and you’ll be home in around next thirty minutes so red sprinkles it is then.

Next thing he knows is that he’s pulling his hair out of his scalp because the sprinkle part isn’t as easy as he thought it would be.

Right when he muttered, "One last time", the door bell rang, indicating that you are here, 5 minutes early.

"Coming!", he yelled before taking off the apron and putting on his black shirt and butting it up on the way to the door.

Chuckling as he heard you whistling, he opened the door immediately going red when you checked him out with your jaw hanging low.

"You look ...hot!", you told him before entering in and you just changed your way from going to your room to going to the kitchen as soon as that certain smell entered your nostrils.

Harry groaned and quickly turned you away, towards your room. "Go and get dressed in something black or red!", he stated before gently pushing you in and looking at you with raised eyebrows as if a warning to not even dare to try any sneaking.

Just as you were putting on your earrings, Harry on the other hand had finished up decorating the table and putting sprinkles on the cake at some certain spots to make it look like a pattern and was giving his hair a final touch. He got so much time, obviously, because you didn't know what the fuck to wear in the start..

You knew he had shuffled around to see what to play and settled on a oldie when the sound of 'Hey lover' filled the home and Harry opened your door.

"Hey lover", he teased and took your hand, kisseed the knuckles and took you out.

There it sat, the delicious cake on that white plate with rose petals scattered around it and the table. He had also lit some candles on the window sill which let the sunshine in right where you had settled the table.

Harry then had quite the balls to celebrate Valentine's day 2 times, in one year, on the same day.

First you had surprised him with the surprise bath and love making session and here he is, shifting a promise ring on your finger and wiping away your tears before cutting two slices of the cake.

One for you, one for him.

[fugaazi]

14,15,1

14: Talk about a vacation.

My family could never really afford to go on vacation so like I don’t really have much to talk about but I guess I’ll talk about going on road trips with my friends. My friend Alison and I go to Philadelphia (from LI it’s like a 2 - 2and1/2 hour drive) a lot for shows. We’ve gone to see Choking Victim, Sunn O))), and Slayer so far I honestly can’t think of anyone else we’ve gone to see. I’ve been to TIHC fest and all that which is great but yeah I love Philly and I hope to live there when I���m done with college and moved out of my parent’s place. 

15: Talk about the time you were most content in life.

This is really hard I honestly don’t know. I’m happiest with my friends, my brother, or my dog. The most content I am is usually when I’m driving out on the country roads of eastern Long Island with all of the cornrows and vineyards and the sunset on the Sound, listening to Bad Brains or Pearl Jam or another band that I love. Or when I’m comfortably curled up with my dog and a good book on the couch in front of the window so I can watch the sky change colors when I take breaks from reading. Or whenever I drive out to Long Beach, which is a twenty minute drive from my house. I love driving there and I love the boardwalk and the ocean and going there either alone or with friends or with my brother. Theres a snack shack there that sells the best fucking food out there, french fries especially. My friends and I go to the beach either during the day or at night. We do this thing when we’re stressed where we scream at the waves like screaming into the void lmao and talk about what’s bothering us or whats on our mind in general and we just exist. When I’m upset I always end up at the beach, sitting in the sand or standing just where the waves reach the shore and wash over my feet. It’s honestly one of my favorite places and it’s my go to comfort place, other than like the Barnes and Nobles or Guitar Center by my house. 

1: Talk about the first time you watched your favorite movie.

It was the first time I had watched all three Lord of the Rings movies together; one after the other. I was in the living room with my dad and we had a fire going in the fire place. I cried, because even though I had seen bits and pieces of the LotR movies before, I had never really sat down to watch it and really pay attention to the detail of the story and the music and cinematography. I cried at the end when I realized that the wound that Frodo had from the first movie is what killed him in the last and idk I was just really emotional over it, I’m an emotional person haha. My dad and I stayed up super late watching it and it was nice bc we usually argue and can’t stay in the same room together for too long.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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