#fluffy Harry concept

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

A CONCEPT

You know how fans ask Harry to do their gender reveals? What if you’re pregnant with his baby. And like you’ve both managed to keep it out of the press by some miracle and like it’s to the point where now you know you’re having a baby girl and so when he does a gender reveal and it’s a girl he ends up being just a little more excited for those fans than when it’s a boy because it reminds him of you and your bump and makes him feel really excited about his baby girl with you? 🥹🩷

[styles-rainbow-paradise]

An untitled little Drabble I wrote a few years ago with the one and only Harry Styles in mind. I hope you’ll give it a read. I think it’s fluffy . . . Maybe

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The day you had first met now seemed as though it belonged to another dimension – drama had been flowing freely accompanying moods that where beyond high strung.

It had been a strange day, and to see him sitting alone – head buried in a book – had felt like the kicker. From the distance his face had looked contorted – almost like he had been fighting hard to hold back an array of tears.

It had been this exact thing that had prompted your approach, although you were big in respecting another’s right to privacy – especially when it was a hard known fact that it was almost impossible to come by.

It had felt almost cosmic as you had neared – questioning your actions with each new step.

It felt like something destined by the stars, written years prior to the enactment.

Maybe you should have walked away, but it just wasn’t in your nature to leave someone hurting and upset.

“Hi,” You had mumbled, internally kicking yourself at the thud of his dropped book in startled response.

He had smiled than – clearly forced – clearly ready to put the kind of show you must’ve been there for.

You hadn’t said anything than, just bent down and retrieved his book before silently sitting across from him.

It had been such a brief meeting.

It had felt natural.

Smiles surfaced, laughs snuck out – although you had never found out just what had been bothering him that day.

It hadn’t been your place to pry; you were just glad to be a friend – however brief.

-

You had never imagined several years later he would be there again.

You had never entertained the idea of once more crossing paths – again being a friend.

“Hi,” He had mumbled, resulting in the growing coffee spill before you.

You had almost gasped upon looking up only to see that smile.

You could never have dreamed that he would remember you – no more than just a lowly girl.

You had never anticipated that he would tell you than what you meant to him – ask to share with you a coffee.

You had never realised you could make an impact, be a friend – especially not to him.

[cupid-styles]

opposites attract

a quick lil halloween blurb based on my grumpy h series !!

word count: 692

content warnings: none ! a little spicy but nothing wild

masterlist | talk to me

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"I feel silly."

Harry lets out a breathy chuckle as he watches Y/N analyze her Halloween costume in his floor-length mirror, reaching up to fix the devil horns embedded in her hair. He rises from the edge of his bed, taking long strides to come up from behind her and wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. 

"You look hot." he mutters into the shell of her ear. She gasps and turns around in his arms, a cackle sounding from his mouth at her shocked response.

"I do not, and this is a dumb costume idea. Why can't I be the angel?"

The idea had come to Harry a few weeks ago, right after his housemates decided they would throw a Halloween party. In between Niall's excessive alcohol purchases and Pauli's myriad of ghost and ghoul themed decor, he made a pit stop at the local Halloween pop-up store to snag angel wings and devil horns for him and his girl. 

It wasn't a totally unique idea, he knew — he was sure that there'd be tons of devils and angels attending the party tonight, but none would come anywhere close to his sweet girl. Especially because he was making her be the devil.

She was bashful when he introduced the concept, her face warming. 

"You can wear all red— that cute little plaid mini skirt you have, maybe, and I'll wear all white. It'll be cute."

"I dunno, H, I feel like you have a pretty skewed perception of me..."

"That's the point, baby. It's like opposites attract."

After that, there wasn't much room for compromise, especially because Y/N didn't have much free time to look for other couples costumes. So, reluctantly, she shows up to Harry's place with her overnight bag in tow, her red devil-themed outfit folded between her pajamas and her bag of skincare.

It's only when she puts the requested mini skirt on, tucking her red bodysuit into the waistband, her usual platform Doc Martens on her feet and the devil horn headband in her hair, that she starts to feel uncool. Especially when her boyfriend is standing behind her in a silky white button down, cream pants pulled over his legs, and fluffy angel wings strapped to his back. She doesn't understand how he can look so good in nearly anything, and she just looks so... her.

"That would ruin the whole point of the costume, dove," Harry murmurs, ducking to rub his nose against hers before pressing a kiss to her forehead. "We can swap if you'd like, I don't want you to be uncomfortable. But trust me when I say you look incredible."

She sighs as she allows him to twist her body back to the direction of the mirror. She watches as his fingertips trail up the length of her outer thigh, ducking underneath the fabric of her skirt. 

"Do you understand how lucky I am?" he mumbles, pressing light kisses to her neck, "I have this sweetheart on my hands, and she's so fuckin' gorgeous... and no one else knows what a filthy thing she is in bed."

"H..." she murmurs, her lips parting as he uses his other hand to float over the valley of her breasts, up to her chest and over her neck. He doesn't apply any pressure, instead just letting his fingers ghost over the width of her throat.

"That's really why I wanted you dressed up as my little devil tonight," he continues, kissing her hair as he gives her hip a squeeze. "I want them all to wonder... to see this beautiful body and fantasize about you... only to realize that I'm the one you go home with."

He chuckles quietly when he notices her rounded eyes, her lips swollen from biting at them. 

"Isn't that right, baby? My devil girl only goes home with me."

"Uh-huh," she nods, eyes fluttering shut when he finally applies the smallest amount of pressure to her throat, leaning her head back against his chest. 

"That's my girl," he smirks, turning her body back around to face him, a slightly stunned expression on her face. "And if you're good... this angel will let you sit on his face tonight."

"Harry!"

[volitioncheck]

does near every single post-canon DE fic out there need to be tagged ‘Sober Harry Du Bois’? i’m getting so tired of it.

do i expect every single piece of fan content to have to fully delve into the often-depressing always-complex topic of addiction? not really. sometimes you just want to write/read a silly fluffy romance one-shot, whatever. i get it. but i think my issue is specifically with the fact that for nearly every sillyfluffy au out there, there almost must be a ‘sober harry du bois’ tag. and it does feel very slapped-on more often than not.

i think to me it is an unconscious statement that nothing *good* can ever happen to harry du bois until he is completely and permanently sober. before solving the next big case, he has to be sober. before quitting the force, he has to be sober. before falling in love with kim, he has to be sober. before accomplishing anything, starting any sort of recovery, making any life improvement, he must first be sober.

sobriety as a goal, as a journey, and honestly as a concept in of itself is not as cut and dry as so many people think it is. and i think it would serve a lot of people well if they did some introspection on the implications of how nearly every single post-canon fic that isn’t dealing directly with harry’s addiction have him as completely sober instead.

if the plot of the fic isn’t going to touch directly on harry’s substance use (and again, i’m not demanding that every single fic should), why does that mean that sober!harry must be the default?

i think i am just tired of reading a casefic, a smutty one-shot, a fantasy au, whatever, where it almost seems that before getting on with the plot, the author feels obligated to first assure us that the harry we’re reading about is a Sober Harry. it’s established with a couple lines in the exposition, probably about his improved appearance, a tag up top, and then never brought up again; a checkmarked box. like the societal image of An Addict has completely prevented people from being able to imagine a person just, continuing to live life, while still struggling with addiction.

life happens, with all of its backslides and achievements, mundanity and changes, to people with drug addictions just as much as people who don’t. is a post-canon harry who isn’t sober not worth writing about?

i think so. i think the game we all played thinks so too. in fact i think that sentiment is woven into the game’s very core. i just wish i saw that reflected in our fan content more.

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Pub golf Forfeit // ArthurTV

🙏 xLoving mr ATV eternally 🙏 Content: kinda fluffy ig, extra-long 5k+ wordcount CWs: Alcohol

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‼️READ THIS IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT PUB GOLF IS‼️ (if you do, skip this bold writing and move onto the main story)

Pub golf is a game where you visit a set amount of pubs and get different drinks at each one- and you need to try and finish these drinks without having to lower it, as many times as possible. 

TheBurntChip has used this concept with Harry W2S, ReevHD, Theo Baker, ArthurTV, ChrisMD, George Clarkey, and more- and that is what this oneshot is based around.

KEY TERMS: "Hole" -> the name of the pub. e.g. Hole 3 is the third pub that's been visited "Par" -> Number of sips/gulps it took to finish the drink Forfeit -> self explanatory but whenever the rules are breached/smth bad happens, a forfeit card is pulled and needs to be done. 

Reminder to always drink responsibly as per usual, only drink when you're legally allowed to do so and stay safe when going drinking.

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"ArthurTV and Maddie!"

I turned to look across the line, my eyes meeting Arthur's.

It was my first time doing a pub golf on the TheBurntChip channel and I was somewhat terrified. Sure, I'd known all the other boys ranging from years to just a few months- but I'd grown just as close with George Clarkey, who I had only met a few months ago, to Harry, who I'd known for years, having first met him when big brother Chris and Harry filmed their football videos together.

But one thing that all of the boys knew for certain, was that I had developed a little online crush on ArthurTV. Of all of Chris' friends, I'd never had the pleasure of meeting Mr TV in real life until that moment, when Harry had let it slip to Freezy who'd let it slip to Chip that I liked Arthur... thus Chip DMed an invite to for a pub golf video alongside Harry, Reev, Chris, George Clarkey, Theo Baker, and of course, Arthur.

Oh and as if it wasn't bad enough, Chris, my very own half-brother, knew I had a crush on Arthur.

"That's quite a interesting pairing isn't it, Maddie?" Chris snickered from the side with a grin I knew meant that he was going to have the time of his life teasing me for the next few hours. 

"Bit of a coincidence if you ask me, Chrissy." Harry sneered from besides Chris, making my insides churn.

I wasn't so much a YouTuber as the rest of the boys- I was originally Chris's one and only member of the camera crew and production. In that small bedroom in Jersey, Chris and I would sit together on a desk and make lists of ideas for football challenges, ways to execute them, different shots to make the video dramatic... Then, we would hit the pitches and try to film without the older boys telling us to bugger off so they could play on the pitches.

Then, people started noticing the voice behind the camera, leading to me making a BROTHER VS SISTER  video for the channel, which was only the start of coming in front of the camera more. As Chris hired professional camera men and got set production budgets from serious producers, I was pushed more in front of the camera, making videos with Harry and Chris before lurching into the British YouTube scene, initially gravitating towards the e-boys content, before relocating moreso to reaction content with George Clarkey and Cam Kirkham. 

And we don't talk about that Stephen Tries sketch I attempted.

The fans were pleased with my occasional cameos in videos on the British YouTube channels, always finding new ship names for whoever I collaborated with, or new clips to edit, or rumours to spread... but overall, I couldn't be happier with where I've ended up. 

Well, not where I'd ended up whilst filmed pub golf- right in the middle of Chris and Harry's teasing. 

"How's it a coincidence?" Arthur asked, wide brown eyes swivelling between Harry, Chris and I like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh, just because I said I uhm..." I started. Shit, quickly Maddie, think of something quickly... My thoughts began racing. Of course Chris would begin hinting towards the fact I had a crush on Arthur not even five minutes into the recording."Chris pointed out on the way here that us two were the only ones that have never collaborated together before... Like, you know... on a video..."

Yes he knows you meant on a video, genius. Great, you sound as thick as a brick now. 

"Oh yeah, that is true actually," Arthur realised, his face lighting up as the thought seemed to land in his head. He was so expressive with his voice- like an animated Pixar character, seemingly straight out of the movie. His voice was so calm, and slightly husky, and somehow matched his face perfectly. "You should come onto the channel if you like watching those 90 day fiancée type of programmes-"

"Arthur's playing the 9 minute fiancée game right now, by the looks of it-" George giggled, nudging me from behind which only made my cheeks burn red, Arthur simply laughing it off before responding.

"Is it working though, Maddie?" Arthur flashed a grin with a quick wink, myself pretending to fall into George's arms and fan myself with my hands, jokefully pretending I was falling for it. 

The real joke was that I wasn't just pretending to fall for it.

Arthur's biggest asset were those fucking eyes. They had me melting with how wide and doe-like they were- his eyes seeming to light up whenever he started a topic that interested him. 

"You're not chatting her up are you, Arthur?" Reev raised his brow and crossed his arms to ask. Out of all of the boys, Reev was the most like a brother in the fact he was so protective- always trying to make sure I was safe. The others were more like brothers in the fact they'd just tease me and get under my skin at every opportunity. 

I watched as Arthur's eyes widened, as he assumed Reev was trying to intimidate him.

"Give him a break, Reev, he's just having a laugh," I defended Arthur, not letting him respond to the allegation in fear that Arthur would shake his head or say that he really wasn't interested in me. That could wait until a few more holes, when I was too peppered to care.

"Well, listen to this you two, for your couples outfit, you two will be going as... The prisoner and the policeman...! or woman!" Chip exclaimed, throwing the outfits to us. 

I looked a the policewoman outfit he had handed to me- the costume coming with a short skirt, unscrupulous tie and lopsided police hat.

This was gonna be a long video...

...

"Hole one, the rule on his hole is that you must drink it with your left hand!"

Hole one was easy. Arthur sent his pint down in one and after Harry and Reev, it was my turn to have my pint of lager. 

"You want me to hold your hair back?" He offered. I searched for a band on my wrist and almost facepalmed as I realised I hadn't thought to bring one.

"Yes please, I completely forgot to get a hairband... Just come up behind me and grab my hair, while I do it" I said, scrunching my face up with realisation of what I'd said only once it had come out of my mouth.

"What was that?" Harry asked, bursting into laughter.

"Get in, Mr TV-"

"Please, not at that at the drinking table-"

"Not on the Chippo YouTube channel, you won't, but I can think of another site where you could-"

"Shut up I didn't mean it like that..." I groaned and put my head in my hands. "Look, I'm just going to send off the pint-"

Arthur's hand wrapped around my hair, the other one on my shoulder, rubbing it and giving soft words of encouragement. I let the drink tip down my throat easily as I felt the face heat up, his words landing hot on the back of my neck and making me want to shiver, despite the fact I was holding the drink. I could feel my face burning when I dropped the glass back down, grinning with the fact I had done it in one...

"That was really good- I didn't think you could finish it in two." Harry commented, nodding his head in surprise.

"I did it in one though?"

"Counted as two points though- you drank it with your right hand." Chip explained with a devious grin. 

Of course I had been stupid enough as to forget the rule- too fixated on gorgeous bloody Arthur instead of what I was actually meant to be doing. Drinking.

"That one's Arthur's fault- Maddie was too distracted by waiting for you to come up behind her-"

"SHUT UP, GEORGE!" Arthur's face went into his hands this time, both of us clearly a blushing mess from all the comments the boys were making. 

...

"What does your forfeit card say?" Arthur asked as we travelled to the next hole, not downcast despite my mess-ups, as we were still in joint second. 

"Sing a song with your partner at one of the holes." I read it off. "Sorry for getting you roped into it..."

"No, no, that's actually one of the only one's I'd happily be roped into," Arthur shook his head. "I suppose we just need to think of a song to sing... You a fan of Harry Potter?"

"Am I?!" I repeated enthusiastically. "You have no idea how much I used to love those books, movies... Even the Cursed Child I went and saw."

"Seriously? I just get called a nerd whenever I say I like Harry Potter," Arthur gawked. "Do you have a wand?"

"Yep, Ginny's wand- black and fourteen inches." I proudly nodded. "You could see those fourteen inches later ya know..."

"Only if you're trying to see a rather bendy, sixteen inch one with waterproofing." Arthur retaliated with confidence. 

"You got Hagrid's wand?"

"Duh, it came with an umbrella."

"Of course that's why you'd get it."

"This is hole two to the left, here!" Chip bellowed from behind. I lagged behind slightly to walk with Chris and Harry- catch up with them for a moment.

"You and Arthur getting cozy, eh?" Chris wiggled his brows, looking forwards to Arthur who was petting a dog with Reev- the both of them looking completely out of place, dressed in a bright orange prisoner jumpsuit and Reev as ketchup bottle (with a hat for a lid)- though the dog seemed pleased nonetheless. 

"Just don't let me catch you two snogging after a few more drinks." Harry put bluntly, making my eyes go wide.

"Just because you guys know I like him doesn't mean he likes me back, unfortunately." I reminded them, though I could feel my heart melting as Arthur scratched the back of the dog's ear and tickled his chin, the dog happily wagging his tail with his tongue lolling out as Arthur pet him. 

"Seems to like you enough." Harry shrugged. "Like you enough to come up behind you and-"

"Seriously shut up... Did I sound that stupid when I said that?"

"Yeah."

"No"

Chris and Harry responded simultaneously.

"Okay you sounded a little flustered when you said it, but then Arthur was blushing and looked shy as well- and everyone knows he's a bit awkward around women he likes," Harry pat my back comfortingly. "If anything he looked like more of a tit than you."

"Great, thanks Harry." I responded, somewhat flatly and yet somewhat happily. 

"Maddie, your team's getting another forfeit because Arthur scared the dog away." Chip addressed me as we neared the bar.

"Like hell he did, that dog loved him!" I exclaimed, head swivelling to find Arthur guiltily wavering his eye contact.

"Theo tried to take the dog away from me by offering it something so I tried to bash him with his wheelchair but the dog got scared and ran off." Arthur explained, kicking at a pebble on the ground. 

"Did you hit Theo?"

"Yes-"

"Well then... At least you hit him."

"What the fuck, Maddie." Theo deadpanned. 

"Don't try steal Arthur's bitches I guess." I shrugged, watching as Arthur withdrew a forfeit card, his face dropping as he read it. 

"What does it say?" I asked, leaning over to try and read it. He smacked it against his chest before shoving it into a pocket, eyes wide as they met my own.

"Uhh- nothing." Arthur spluttered. "We can sort it out when we get to hole five when forfeits are actually activated... What did you say the rule for this hole was, Chip?"

"Drink with your partner holding the glass." Chip responded. 

I looked at Arthur.

"You're quite a bit taller- you're gonna have to crouch down for me to hold it." I realised, picking up the bloody mary and wrinkling my nose. "They really couldn't have picked a worse drink."

"They're foul aren't they." Arthur gave a dirty look to the glass. 

Each pair began seeing their drinks off, using a variety of methods to check whether it was too much or they needed a break.

"Do we need to do the hand-squeeze method to indicate whether it's too much?" Arthur asked, looking distastefully as Reev squeezed Harry's hand, signalling for Harry to tilt more. 

"I'm thinking we just raw-dog it." I shrugged, looking up for Arthur's reaction. He nodded in tasteful agreement.

"That's how I usually do it, anyways."

He picked one glass up. "You first," He stated instead of asking. "And open wide."

Reev gave him a neck-slap and a "Watch it, Arthur..." before I opened my mouth and tilted my head back, finishing it in one. 

"Alright, sit down so you're lower down, Arthur." I spoke through a shudder, the bitterness of the bloody mary giving me a whole-body shiver. 

Picking up a glass, I stood to the side of Arthur and held it up to his face, leaning over slightly due to the awkward angle I stood at. 

"Just come 'ere-" He reached out, steadfastly placing his hands on my hips and manspreading- pulling me between his legs so that I was closer and presumably so that he had a better angle to drink from. I felt my body react to his touch, cheeks warming and knees feeling a bit wobbly as he held his hands there for a moment longer, his grip firm but not forceful. I tried to maintain composure and stop myself from running my hands through his fluffy hair and kissing him right then and there.

"You watch your bloody hands, Arthur." Chris warned, causing Arthur to hold them up by his head as if pleading innocence. As he finally released his hold, I couldn't help but notice how the closeness between us left a lingering sensation, like an electric current still pulsating through my skin. His presence was intoxicating, and I struggled to steadily hold the glass for Arthur to down. I turned to death-glare Chris as I placed the glass back onto the table once Arthur had finished it. 

"Why would anyone voluntarily order that, that's awful... I feel like I've lost my soul after drinking that..." Arthur shivered at the bitterness. "Who knew dementors could be put in drinks..."

Laughing, I sat down besides him and leaned my head against his shoulder as if it were second nature. It felt so natural and cosy against the crook of his neck, and I felt warmed even more as he put his arm around my shoulders, watching in a comfortable silence as Chip choked on his drink from across the table. 

"You're so cute..." I murmured, and only once the words had been said did I regret them slightly. I facepalmed internally as Arthur struggled to reply for a moment, myself wondering why I had to be such a lightweight; only 2 drinks down and already I was making careless comments.

"Am I really cute?" Arthur asked after a moment, and I pulled away from his shoulder to dopily smile at him. 

"Of course you are, you have a cute little smile." I grinned, causing his lips to stretch out into a smile as he laughed slightly, eyes curving into happy little crescents as he did. "See? Cutest smile I've even seen." I giggled, and Arthur looked down with such domestic happiness in his glowing chocolate eyes I felt as though my heart were melting, simply so infatuated with him.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything here-" Harry planted himself between Arthur and I on the bench, forcing Arthur's arm away and my head from his neck. Arthur cleared his throat and looked at the ground whilst Harry looked between Arthur and I. "What, something wrong?" Harry responded to my blank face, before grinning and giving a wink which Arthur couldn't see. 

"Prick," I hissed as I passed Harry on the walk to the third hole, causing Harry to burst into laughs and start explaining to Chris what he's done- only making Chris laugh alongside him. 

Pricks.

...

Hole three was easy- just a glass of wine and pub quiz Arthur and I managed to lose a point at for winning the quiz. 

As the smallest person there, I was also the least able to handle large amounts of alcoholic units- and it had begun showing, from the moment I went to stand up and almost fell back down. 

Arthur had to walk with his arm around me to the next pub, though I wasn't complaining- instead holding his hand and making him skip with me to hole four. 

"Long Island iced teas on this one," Chip explained. "And the rule here is that one member of the team must drink it blindfolded."

"I think I'm more sober than you at the minute," Arthur stated the obvious, as if I hadn't just made him skip to this hole. "I'll wear the blindfold for this one."

"You sure? I'm not completely gone right now, just a bit...Well..." It was a pointless proposition from myself. Arthur just shook his head, handing me the blindfold.

I slipped the material over his eyes, placing the drink on a separate table to that the boys wouldn't dump ice into his drink (which had just happened to Theo's drink), and directing him to the glass- though Chip had better ideas. 

"Maddie, could you please regulated the hand-" Arthur spoke waveringly, and I noticed that Chip had a hand on Arthur's arse.

"Oi, chip-" I reached over for the space hopper which was besides the bag, whacking Chip with it before being hit in the face with it myself.

"Fuck!" We both exclaimed. Arthur had found his glass and drank it in one towards the side, meanwhile Chip found Theo's wheelchair and he began fighting against me and my space hopper. "Chip, I don't think you're gonna win this one," I huffed as the space hopper bounced off of his side, making him stumble slightly. 

"Like shit won't I win- I've been going gym you know-" I cut off his rambles by throwing the hopper at him, causing him to stumble back and trip slightly over the curb so that he was sat on the pavement- allowing me to put my arm around his neck, squeezing only slightly.

"Tap out already, Chip..." I groaned whilst Chip shook his head whilst struggling.

"Chip isn't used to tapping out, he usually passes out before he gets the chance." Theo sneered from the side. That seemed to be enough to make Chip tap out. 

We finished our drinks after that before agreeing on a short grace period, where we sat around and chattered for a few minutes.

"The blindfold makes you feel like, ten times more drunk than you actually are." George said, the other who had worn the blindfold agreeing. 

"You should try it, Maddie- you're by far the most off your head right now- it'll be funny to see how you react to it."

That's how I ended up on the pavement, blindfold on and hands outstretched as Arthur directed me, his fingers occasionally brushing against mine as he'd insisted on walking beside me to make sure I didn't get a concussion from falling over anything.

"Watch the curb here, it's quite difficult navigating- WHOA" As soon as Arthur had said that, I stumbled, almost falling but Arthur held me up from behind whilst the others laughed from the table at my stagger. "You sure you wanna continue? I don't think it's safe, Maddie..."

"It'll be okay, I'm just gonna get back to the table and pull it off..."

I took a few more staggered steps, Arthur holding my hand to guide me whilst I was blinded, his hand warm and reassuring, and I felt confident with Arthur's unwavering presence by my side. His touch sent a gentle electrical ripples down my spine, igniting a spark that brought butterflies to life in my stomach as I focussed less on walking and more on Arthur.

But then I felt a blow to my head- not painful- but extremely forceful.

Some voices screamed "CHIP!" whilst another shouted "Maddie!" as I staggered, waiting to fall- before feeling hands on my back and the crook of my knees, gravity seeming to turn upside down for a moment, before the blindfold was ripped off. 

Arthur's face was above my own, looking forwards as he walked- his two strong arms holding me flush to his body as he carried me in what I assumed was bridal style- having prevented my fall. He looked gorgeous from this angle- his chiselled features accentuated by the soft glow of the sunshine through the dull English clouds- and his eyes, like pools of warm honey, never not making me melt.

"You okay, Maddie?" He looked down and questioned, eyes full of concern and yet also alighting sparks within me as they met my own.

"What? Of course I am... What even happened?" I asked in confusion as I looked back and saw the boys with open mouths looking between myself and Chip, who had a look of upmost guilt on his face. Arthur sat down on one of the seats surrounding the table and lowering me onto that same seat before replying. Nevermind- I was actually sat on his lap, and was NOT going to complain about it.

Chris was going to instead.

"She can sit on her own seat, Arthur-"

"She's almost been bloody ran over, she's sticking with me for now." Arthur huffed resolutely, wrapping his arms around my waist as he spoke to make his point. I felt my head go fuzzy from the touch, leaning back into his touch and resting my head onto his shoulder where it felt like it belonged... Before pulling it back off quickly as I digested his words again.

"Hang on, almost ran over? What the Hell just happened?"

"Chip thought it'd be a good idea to whack you with the space hopper whilst you were blindfolded and he knocked you off balance- you would've fallen into the road if Arthur hadn't got you." Harry explained, a small smile playing on his face. 

"Good man, Arthur." Reev nodded his head approvingly before turning to Chip. "And you, you're no better at handling your drink than her- what if she had gotten run over?"

"Good riddance, in that case." Chip sipped his water calmly, making me throw an ice cube at him.

In the end, Chip made a formal apology (which was of course easily accepted), and drew another forfeit card, having to take 3 shots to make up for almost brutally murdering me- which I thought was very fair. 

Hole five happened so quickly I didn't even register it- though that may have been also due to the knock to the head Chip had delivered. 

However on the walk between hole five to hole six, the alcohol began taking its effect on more people. 

Namely, Chris and Chip.

Chip had found the space hopper once more and began hammering Chris with it whilst Chris balled up onto the ground. "YOU STUPID BOY-" Chip was yelling between blows, Harry and Reev slapping each other between laughs. 

Then, Harry set off on his bike to the next hole as Chip let Chris get up- before we all slung our arms over each other and began the journey to hole 6, singing Backstreet Boys all the way there. 

Arthur lagged behind slightly, and though I was busy singing with Chris and Chip, I did notice they were having quite a hushed conversation, and looking our way every so often.

"Hole six- forfeits are now activated!"

"Can I know your forfeit yet?" I whispered to Arthur, and he simply shook his head with a small smile. 

"I know what it is, Maddie," Reev giggled to the side, rubbing his hands together with a look of glee on his face. 

"Is that what you two were talking about whilst we walked here?" I gasped at the realisation, looking between the two as they shrugged with all-knowing smiles on their faces. 

Hole six was easy- sambuca shots with no hands. I managed mine, though I almost choked it and chipped it when it clattered onto the table- whereas Arthur was found out for trying to dilute his drink, and was made to do two shots instead. 

Still, he didn't seem to be off his head at all.

"Arthurrr," I sang I skipped up to him, on the journey to hole seven.

"Madelyn." He nodded cordially, saying my full name before smirking as he saw my face wrinkle in disgust. "Not a fan of your full name?"

"Not when it's bloody Madelyn, I'm not," I responded, shuddering at the thought.

"Maddie sounds like you're mad," Arthur pondered. "You should just go with... Lyn."

"...Lyn." I repeated, trying to hold a laugh.

"Yeah, it's cute- just like you." Arthur grinned down, making me turn away so he wouldn't see the stupid blush that began spreading across my cheeks.

"Suddenly I quite like that name." I smiled bashfully back, and Arthur just laughed, sliding an arm around me casually and allowing me to rest my head against his shoulder as we walked in a comfortable silence.

"You're so fine, Arthur." I said after a while. "You know I like you?"

"I like you too, Lyn." He patted my head and pulled his arm away, instead slipping his hand into mine as we walked. I didn't feel satisfied with his reaction. Did he not realise I meant that I liked him romantically?

"No, I meant that like- I really like-"

"AND HERE IS HOLE SEVEN!" 

Trust Chip to ruin a romantic moment. 

just an fyi im swapping the order of the holes- everything that happened in the vid at hole 8 is now assumed to have happened at hole 7, and vice versa

"Lyn I don't think I an do another pint," Arthur put down two drinks onto the table before sitting on my lap instead of the bench, allowing me to plop my policeman hat onto his head and hug him from behind, shaking my head.

"I've been finished since hole three, Arthur- I don't care what happens now, you can just sip the whole thing and I'll be fine with that." I groaned. "I'm definitely doing this in at least three different pars..."

I did exactly that. Arthur managed his in five, alongside my words of encouragement which made Chip awhhh.

"I love how everyone hates each other and is beating each other with the space hopper between holes whilst Arthur and Maddie are too busy holding hands and being wholesome with each other, walking alone to each hole." Chip said with a disoriented smile at one of the cameras, louder than he thought he was being as both myself and Arthur watched him say it to the camera.

"Bit early to be holding hands isn't it?" Chris asked, dopily swinging his head back to Arthur and I, only just registering Arthur was also sat on my lap. "Naughty, don't be sitting on each others laps like I have no idea what's going in where when someone sits on someone's lap-"

"That's enough from you, Chris." I shushed my brother, pressing a hand to his mouth which weakly attempted to paw away from his mouth.

"On to hole eight, final hole?" Chip proposed and everyone nodded in agreement- all too ready to get this over and done with.

"I don't think I've ever been this drunk before." I admitted to Arthur as we exited the pub, hands clasped together and swinging joyfully back and forth as we walked, as though we were kids. "I feel like I'm not even walking."

"And now you really aren't even walking," Arthur said as he placed his arms on my legs and back, scooping me back into his arms, carrying me as though I were nothing. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stared up at his face I'd grown so fond of over these past few hours. 

"What song d'you wanna sing for my forfeit at the next hole?" I questioned, myself also wondering what we could sing. 

"Oh it'll come to us when we get there..." Arthur spoke lazily, jumping me up to readjust my grip causing me to let out a squeak before relaxing against his body. Did he have abs under that shirt? It felt like it. He is so fine. 

My thoughts died out as I realised this was the final hole and after this it would be all over. Thank God. 

We all clinked our jaeger bombs together, the lightweight drink easily going down in one for everyone before Chip reminded Arthur and I that we still had forfeits we had to complete.

"What is your forfeit Arthur?" Harry asked inquisitively- somehow looking as though he hadn't had a single drink, although he had in fact had the most, having ordered an extra pint for good measure.

"That's what I'm asking- he still hasn't told me, either!" I exclaimed, looking for Arthur to give his game up and show the card. "C'mon, surely you can reveal it now that it's the last hole-"

"Not before you do your forfeit-song to the bar- look- they have a karaoke machine nobody's using there, go use it before someone else takes it!" Arthur rushed, pointing at the TV screen connected to a microphone and speakers. The other boys began clamouring their agreement before pushing me up to the stage, a bundle of nerves as I stumbled up the stairs, slotting a coin into the machine and waiting for the next song to come on. 

"ArthurTV this is a GROUP FORFEIT- GET UP ONTO THE STAGE!" I shouted and held a hand out to Arthur, causing him to take my hand and get onto the stage with the help of the boys, as they cheered upon hearing the first few chords of the infamous song we were only singing a few hours ago.

I Want it That Way, by the Backstreet Boys. Of course. 

I held the mic out for Arthur to hold with me as we sang the first line.

You are... My fi-ire, the one... desi-ire

I opened my eyes and faced Arthur, the look of joy melted into his caramel eyes and making me feel soft and gentle hearted as we went to sing the next line.

Believe... When I say... THAT I WANT IT THAT WAY

I looked out to the crowd and saw that some tables had turned to face us, singing alongside the tune- and all the other boys had huddled together, arms around each other and swaying back and forth as they joined us for the chorus. 

Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a heartache

Arthur closed his eyes as he virtually shouted the lyrics into the microphone, getting so into the song I had to pause to laugh before continuing

Tell me why Ain't nothin' but a mistake Tell me why I never wanna hear you say

Arthur and I leaned it to sing the final bit of the song, heartily enjoying as the rest of the bar joined us to finish it.

I want it that way

I looked at Arthur, his own eyes meeting me own- full of a tender sort of love I had only ever seen in the movies...

Cause I want it that way...

The song ended with whistles and claps from the rest of the bar, before I dropped the microphone to the ground, wheeling around to face Arthur with a squeal and outstretched arms, as my arms wrapped around his neck, his arms found my waist, pulling me right off of the floor as he hugged me, spinning me around once before I pulled my head off of his chest and looked up at his glowing face.

My eyes only flickered down to his lips for a milisecond before I felt his on top of my own, a billion tiny fireflies lighting up and racing around my stomach as I closed my eyes, relaxing into his hands which were positioned lazily around my waist, holding me lovingly as his lips caressed my own, tuning out the world around us as I focussed on just him and I- together - his lips perfectly top of mine.

...

"What was your forfeit in the end, Arthur?" I asked, eyebrows scrunched as I sat on his lap at the table- arms around his neck and my police hat and tie around Arthur's neck. 

Theo was close to nodding off whilst Chip besides him already had. Chris had taken to the stage, wowing the bar with his drunk dancing and (not) killer vocals. Harry, George and Reev still seemed alright however, and were sat making warm conversation around the table, laughing and joking like there was nothing wrong. And truly- there was nothing wrong.

Arthur smiled slightly at my question before tugging at his pocket and pulling out the card, sharpie pen scrawled across it saying:

Give a kiss to the fittest person in the group xoxo (Doesn't have to be on the lips, Chip- we know you will anyways, but everyone else- just know you don't need to go that deep)

I laughed at the bracketed side-note before looking up to Arthur who smiled goofily down at me, looking so pleased- as though he wouldn't rather have anyone else in his arms.

My hand found the side of his face, thumb tracing his jawline and running up his cheeks before padding at his lips. Closing my eyes, I leaned it, finding his lips as we kissed once more, still with the afterglow of embers burning in my heart as I realised I couldn't be happier in anyone else's arms. 

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PLEASEE do one when H and y/n are at Harrys DWD premier and Chris pine is very flirty with y/n and looky with her and harry just gets protective and does all the things he can do to prove to him that y/n is his, pleaseee that would be so cute

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Didn’t he just look so dreamy this day? 😭thanks for the request bc I’m actually crying of how cute this concept acc is😫 enjoy!❤️

PLEASE NOTE: I am aware Chris pine would never hit on a taken woman this is for story purposes only!!!!🫶🏼

Warnings: jealousy, cussing, some flirty behaviour, angstyyyy, upset Harry 😭, fluffy ending!!!

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It was a sunny day in Venice, the sky was a light blue, the sunshine was really doing its thing, it was a perfect day to be a plus one at Venice film festival.

When y/n heard about Harry’s upcoming physiological thriller ‘don’t worry darling’ she was ecstatic.

Every moment in his crazy career she was there for she hadn’t missed a a single thing.

“Y’not joining me for the carpet?” He asks realising her hand was no longer locked in his.

“This is your moment H, m’happy to watch” she smiled.

He glanced over to the carpet to which Chris pine, gemma chan and nick kroll were already occupying.

“I wouldn’t have done with film without you lovie, c’mon” he said pressing a kiss to her forehead and taking her hand once more.

“Fine” she sighed.

When Harry revealed them from the black curtain that shielded them from the world, the mixed audience of fans, film enthusiasts, paparazzi and journalists, erupted into cheers and heckles.

“Harry, Harry over here!”

“Harry we have questions for you!”

And to y/n’s surprise even some directed to her.

“Y/n you look beautiful”

“Y/n are you proud of this movie”

In a loving and protective manner Harry slid his arm around the girls waist and guided her next to Chris for photos to be taken.

As the main cast/crew member pictures had been taken, Gemma went off to have an interview? Nick found himself speaking to Harry which left y/n and Chris still next to each other.

“You Look good y/n” Chris says turning to the girl now having his full attention.

“Oh Chris, thank you! You don’t scrub up to bad either!” She playful gested

“Y/n, Chris come over we have some questions!!” a male reporter chanted.

Chris placed his palm on the lower of y/n’s back and walked towards the reporter.

Harry took a glance back at where he thought y/n was, a panic filled his mind when he couldn’t see her or Chris.

“Don’t panic mate she’s right there with Chris” nick noted making him turn the opposite direction.

“How did you-?” He asked.

“I know you too well, she’s all you think about” nick laughed.

Harry turned to his girl who spoke to the microphone the man was holding towards her.

Watching her do the most simple stuff made Harry realise how lucky he truly was.

The only thing he was sure of is the eyes of the one and only Chris pine staring her down.

Now, Harry wasn’t normally a jealous type but when a man like Chris appears, he can’t help but feel like he has no chance.

“Yeah, no y/n has been great! She delivered us all hot coffee and if we were lucky then donuts” Chris laughs thinking about the fond memories there shared through the filming.

Chrises hand slowly rubbed up and down her exposed arm as she spoke.

That did not go unnoticed by Harry.

“But filming was super fun to watch and seeing the movie made it all really worth it! I mean everyone involved did great”

“And it’s amazing seeing the actors behind the-“

Harry had snaked his muscular arms around her waist forcing Chris’s to remove his, and pressing a sweet kiss to her cheek.

“Oh hi Harry” she giggled

“Carry on Angel” he reassured.

“As I was saying yeah- um it was really interesting seeing behind the scenes”

Harry continued pressing mini kisses to her cheek and using his thumb to slowly trace her waist.

“The world is going to go crazy over this” the camera man laughed.

Y/n blushed and placed her hands on top of Harry’s.

Once the interview was over Harry pulled the girl close to his chest.

“Y’do know the world can see us” she said giving into his touch nonetheless.

“Oh well, at least the world know y’mine” he emphasised.

“Hey guys” a familiar deep voice chimed.

“Hey man” Harry replied reluctantly letting go of his girl.

“You 2 joining us for some fine dining?” He said straightening his blazer and hair.

“You up for it baby?” Harry asked looking back to his girl

“Oh yeah of course” she smiled.

“Great well I guess I’ll see you then!” He said patting her arm and heading off into the posh car to be taken to the location.

“God he has a thing for you” Harry said annoyingly with a roll to his eyes.

“Harry” she laughed

“Chris pine has a thing for me?” She continued.

“Mmm not sure about that love” she giggled.

Y/n wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I love you” she mumbled into his side.

“Love you too”

— — — — —

The cast of ‘DWD’ sat around a table that was located in one of Venice’s fanciest restaurant and poshest experiences.

Y/n couldn’t deny Harry had looked devilishly handsome the whole day and despite being next to the idols like Chris and Nick she only had eyes for him and will only have eyes for him.

Y/n was sandwiches between Harry and Chris with jemma, Nick opposite with Florence and Sydney head of the table.

“I love the material of your dress y/n” Chris nonchalantly mumbled while running his fingers on the red satin dress.

“Yeah it’s nice right, don’t you look beautiful baby” Harry was quick to say pressing a kiss on her temple.

“Where is it from?” Chris asked.

“Oh this is-“ y/n started.

“This is Gucci isn’t it darling? My very own collection tailored and measured especially for her” Harry spoke.

“Yeah, yeah that he did” y/n bash fully laughed.

“Wow! That’s crazy, I’m invited actually to be one of Guccis models for next month’s catalog” Chris bragged maintaining eye contact with Harry.

“Maybe you two should do a fashion collab” y/n mentioned taking a sip of her wine.

“100%” Chris mumbled into his napkin that he delicately patted around his lips.

The rest of the night went down a blast the girls shared laughter and gossip as the evening went on, Harry and the rest of the boys managed to have a conversation and the dining experience itself was great.

Harry just couldn’t take his eyes off of what Chris was to do next.

While y/n was speaking to Gemma who was adjacent to her Harry noticed Chrises heart eyes.

“Oh it’s lovely, me and Harry went a few years back missed it ever since” she began

“Where’s this y/n?” Chris interrupted.

Harry noticed the sudden interruption due to him, he placed his palm on her knee and gave it a light squeeze in a way to show he’s sorry for the interruption.

“Oh just telling Gemma about almafi coast, me and H went a few years ago” she smiled turning back to hemme and continuing her story.

As y/n carried on her conversation, it was the little things that Harry noticed. The way Chris would look from her dress all the way to her eyes, the way he would bite his lip when he had his attention. It was driving him mad.

“And so i Definitely thin-“ y/n started

“Y/n, I have to say your looking beautiful tonight” Chris blurted.

“You interrupted her to say that?” Harry said placing his arm on the back of y/n’s chair and leaning forward to meet eyes with Chris.

“Harry-“ she warned.

“Is a compliment a bad thing?” He answered back.

The tone in the both the boys caused the table to turn to the three of them.

“When I’m right here yeah” Harry scoffed.

“Harry-baby-“

“All I’m doing is complimenting her, something I haven’t seen you do all night” he laughed, causing the rest of the table to watch in shock, those who knew Harry knew when it comes to his lovie there’s no messing.

“Chris” Nick gasped.

“M’not hearing this all night, I’ll be outside y/n” and with that Harry rose from his seat and made his way to the exit of the restaurant.

A cold chill blew over y/n’s spine, this escalated from 0-100 very quickly.

“All over a compliment?!” He laughed taking a swig of his whiskey.

“I should go see him-“ Nick offered.

“It’s fine” y/n sighed.

“I’ll go” she begins as she stands and grabs her bag and slings it over her shoulder.

“Thanks for tonight guys” she said trying to be as friendly as she could.

“I’m sure he’s fine he’s just a bit stresse-“

“You don’t Need to explain yourself to us y/n, go find your man and keep us updated” Sydney said with Jemma and Flo nodding in agreement.

Y/n pushed the cold glass door open with her palm and slowly walked around the place in search of her boyfriend.

“Hey you” she said gently to the familiar figure that stood just by an alleyway.

“Fuck, love I’m so fucking sorry” he started.

“Hey hey hey” she said voice softening.

With a glance she could note the glossy eyes, without another word she wrapped her arms around his blazer clad waist, brung him in tightly.

“How about we get to the hotel and you can tell me what’s going on hey?” She offered using her fingers to play with the curls at the back of his head.

“Mmhmm” he hummed.

— — — — —

The ride back to the hotel was silent but not at all uncomfortable or awkward y/n knew he was hurt by something and she was determined to find out before the night ended.

They checked back into there hotel rooms and much to Harry lamberts disgust there fancy clothes ended up remaining in the floor for the night.

Y/n changed into one of Harry’s hoodies and her joggers.

Y/n joined harry on the bed and immediately made her self comfy, and cuddled straight into him.

“What’s going on H” she lowly whispered.

“Feel like I don’t appreciate you enough” he started.

“Hmm?” She hummed confused

“All night he had something to say, ‘oh your dress’, ‘oh your makeup’ and I just, I don’t know, feel shitty” he said honestly.

“And every look he gave you, every compliment, every touch he gave you it just scares me” he said pushing his head into the nook of her shoulder.

“Scares you?” She asked.

“I can’t lose you y/n, and Chris being this admittedly handsome guy, and giving you so much more attention then I did, it’s understandable”

“Harry”

“Baby, never, ever worry about that, no Chris or any other person could ever take me away from you ever”

She traced the back of his neck with her gentle fingertips.

“Only have eyes for you my love, only for you, and I don’t need your affection to feel loved by you, knowing your next to me or even in my life makes me feel like the luckiest girl ever” she stated whole heartedly.

— — — — —

[astranva]

Favorite Part

Word Count: 203 not even a blurb, just a cute concept

Category: so fluffy

Warning: none

Summary: You and Harry do the “Touch your favorite part of me” TikTok trend. a/n: tiktok!yn is back!

..

The TikTok began with you running away from your phone, a beaming face looking Harry who stood with the front of his hair clipped, basketball shorts and cozy-looking hoodie on as he looked at you.

Maddie Zahm’s song was sped-up as it played over your video, and although your voice wasn’t heard, fans could make out what you said.

“Touch your favorite part of me.”

“Just one?” Harry replied, raising one finger. You gave him a shrug.

He smiled, putting his hands on your cheeks first before bopping your nose, moving to then graze your lips before touching your head, down your neck, jokingly pinching your ears as you threw your head back in laughter.

He stepped back, jokingly looking over in thought before his dimple came through as he grinned before talking, “All of you. All of you,” before his hands were on your back, bringing your body to his.

Comments

user1 BYE SLEEPING ON THE HIGHWAY

user2 wow so cute *blocked*

user3 THEY’RE JUST SO IN LOVE BRO

user4 I want to be her so bad

user5 he looks so healthy and so in love with her

user6 the moment this relationship ends is the moment I’ll stop believing in love

[freedomfireflies]

July Fic Recs 🤍

Rabbit Rabbit!! I hope June was a beautiful month for you all! Filled with love, relaxation, and really good stories!!

I feel like this is one of the best places to be on the internet because I always meet so many kind, talented, and insanely creative people! The stories I've gotten to disappear into this month are some of my favs so, without further ado...

~ Not Another Time by @be-with-me-so-happily

Summary: Harry is used to things getting crazy on tour. What he wasn't ready for is how much he misses YN during the Latin American leg of his tour. But at the Rio de Janeiro show, he needs to expect the unexpected.

The sequel to Could We Not, and a beautiful depiction of Harry's love and fear for somebody he loves! It felt so realistic, and I could actually feel Harry's stress while I read 😭💞

~ One More by @harry-on-broadway

"It never failed to surprise you just how well you fit in his arms."

This was so cute, I'm actually still crying??? A sweet blurb about the show before the last show. I wished on every star to be able to crawl into this story and live in it. Sadly, it hasn't worked yet.

~ Been There All Along by @lonelycowgirls

Summary: Where Stella goes to Harry’s last night at Madison Square Garden and gets a call that could change everything.

If really Harry isn't somewhat like this...I'm suing. Honestly

~ Zipper by @1d1195

"Harry was a smart guy, but he truly hadn’t a clue as to why he was so mad at the prospect of liking her."

The cutest, the most beautifully written, the sweetest story IN. THE. WORLD. The title alone deserves every award ever, but the connection to the plot??????? I'm still thinking about it

~ Love Don't Cost A Thing by @justmystyles

Such a beautiful concept!! I like conversations and stories like this because they really do feel so real! It helps really immerse you in the every day life of a relationship with him. And the line, "It's an us thing," LIVES IN MY HEAD RENT FREE!!!

~ Mutually Beneficial by @cherryjuiceblues

Summary: Y/N finds life difficult and Harry just wants to make her feel good.

I mean...we all just want a man that wants to make us feel good as much as this one does...AM I WRONG???

~ Guilty by @jarofstyles

Best Friend's Dad!

Everything they write is perfection and this sexy ass age gap story is no different, I am actually still sweating and convulsing I AM A SIMP

~ I Want Forever by @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite

Summary- Harry and Y/N broke up early into Love On Tour. Harry struggled to truly move on, as did Y/N. With tour over, a lost soul shows up at Y/N’s door one night, ready for forever.

Straight perfection, let's be real! A ring, the final show, AND AN ANGSTY, FLUFFY HARRY?? *chefs kiss*

~ Eros (Cupid) Harry by @0nlythrowharrybeaux

Harry is Eros and he is absolutely smitten with a human.

Listen, he absolutely would be this cute and you BEST BELIEVE I'm so down bad for this man...I literally foam at the mouth when I think about it, AND HE'S FUNNY?? Dead on sight

~ Personal by @shawnxstyles

summary: you and harry are best friends who tell each other everything. or so you thought. when harry finds out you’ve barely done anything sexual, he offers to change that. and then things get a little… personal.

Best friend Harry helping you out. Need I say more?? I NEEDN'T

~ Scared by @adorebeaa

You and Harry have your first argument right before his final show in Italy, about his final show in Italy.

THE CUTEST MOST DEVASTATING ADDITION TO THE FINAL SHOW!!! CRIED FOR HOURS

~ Y/N and Harry are expecting a baby, and they’re both very impatient by @tobesolonely

I mean...delicious honestly 😭 Just...wow

~ Sex Therapist by @tsumtsumrry

in which Harry helps you out a bit, and he’s not actually a sex therapist. (but he might as well be)

I am...scarily attracted to this man. And I am okay with that 😭💞

~ Brother's Best Friend by @helladirections

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring Italrry, teasing, and a sea view. 

He is....so hot. I genuinely have no other words to describe it honestly. It's...it's bad over here for me

~ Complicated Freak by @lukesaprince

Summary: Where you’ve been hooking up with your best friend’s dad and decide to tease him with a tiny bikini.

I think about this man once a week at least...okay fine, once a day. oKAY FINE I THINK ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME and I'm okay with that

And a shout-out to @londonharry for providing us with all the gifs we've been needing to help us through our depression 🫶 You do the Lord's work, thank you!!

I hope you all find some amazing things to discover!! Cannot wait to see you again next month!! 💞

Previous Recs:

~ Fic Rec Number 1

~ Fic Rec Number 2

~ Fic Rec Number 3

[em-sars]

My Top 10 (actually 9) Dramione Fic Reccemmendations:

I am not a terribly avid reader of angst-filled fics (sorry, Manacled fans). This list will be mostly romcom / fluffy, major slow burns, and Draco POV. I have included a few more serious fics, but they are just so well written / interesting, that they made my list. Without further ado, and in no particular order, my Top 9 Dramione Fics:

1. To one one's surprise, and not being overhyped at all (I'm completely serious), is Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love. This one needs no description due to its popularity, so I will only add to the hype. I have always been a fan of adventure-romance (e.g. Romancing the Stone, Princess Bride, Stardust, Love and Monsters, Shrek, A Knight's Tale, and, not to get repetitive, The Lost City), but this was the first fanfiction I read with such dedication to an interesting, funny, and, at times, suspenseful story. I also love seeing Draco fall first and his unreliable narration in Hermione's feelings for him. I adore the characterization of / relationships between characters (not just Draco and Hermione) as well as the way the author develops the existing magic system. It is definitely a slow burn with misunderstandings. I'm not a big fan of misunderstandings after they are together because I think it's lasy, and I will stop reading it. In this fic, however, the author makes sure that the 'will they won't they' isn't over done.

2. A Cosmology of Blacks, Malfoys, and Assorted Individuals. This one is in process, but updates are consistent, and I am hooked. Draco POV only. Not only does this fic have the best name, it also includes many anecdotes of Black history (particularly focused on Narcissa, Andromeda, and Bellatrix) while also tying in a romance plot. The story begins with Andromeda confronting Narcissa, and the Black family to be reunited. Draco meets Hermione again for the first time post-graduation, but something is wrong with Hermione's magic. They slowly become friends and Draco develops feelings. This one is on the angsty side, but it's nothing dark or war-based. It is decidedly cosy. I absolutely love any fic that casts a parallel between Andromeda and Ted and Draco and Hermione (I also love supportive Harry who compares them to his parents).

3. The Disappearances of Draco Malfoy. This is another popular one that deserves the hype. This one was outside my comfort zone as it is fairly heavy on the angst. BUT I think it is a really imaginative retelling of DH. If you are unfamiliar, the author rewrites the end of HBP wherein Draco accepts Dumbledore's offer of help. He is then forced to accept the protection of people who hate him and whom he hates. This is a true Enemies to Friends to Lovers story. It has a mixed POV. This story is full of mystery, suspense, plot twists, romance, and angst. This is another one that explores the magic system in an interesting way.

4. It Happened in Egypt is another romcom adventure fic. It is funny, mysterious, and action-packed. In this story, Hermione is in Egypt on a 'holiday' and runs into Draco who is drunk and has been robbed (no wallet or wand). As the author says, this fic is a love story to the Nile and Egyptian Mythology. Great for history lovers. And while this story is a relatively quick burn, there is still a major chunk of mutual pining.

5. Scary Partner Privilege is another in progress piece, but it is so creative. It is Draco POV. He and Hermione (a no-nonsense-to-the-point-of-rudeness cop) are paired as elite aurors. Each chapter is a different case like in Brooklyn 99 or other cop shows with the overall plot of their tumble into romance. This Hermione is a complete BAMF, and Draco is a darling.

6. Distance is a split POV fic. Hermione is a new Unspeakable and Draco is an auror who hasn't been given a real case. They end up teaming up to investigate a mysterious magical figurine. Another adventure fic set in the Indus Valley. Such a fun concept. Another one that is a good read for history lovers.

7. Lavender Scones and Second Chances is the final in progress story I have on this list. This story is mostly here for vibes (cosy) because the research that brought them together is more periphery than anything. But it is still a sweet story that I am excited to watch develop.

8. Love and Other Historical Accidents is Jane Austen meets Harry Potter. Hermione and Draco get sent back to the late Georgian / early Regency period in magical Wiltshire. Lots of classic Austen tropes and plot lines. It is an established dynamic between them, and Draco is already in love with Hermione.

9. Soft As It Began is a unique story wherein Harry vanished the day after the Battle of Hogwarts. Almost 5 years later, Hermione, with help from Draco (they are investigative journalists), travels around Europe looking for him. This story plays with the story of The Three Brothers and the Deathly Hallows. I just love all the characterizations in this fic.

[watermelonlovershigh]

Let's Have a Bath Together (SMUT)

AN: i literally dreamt this concept one night and had to write it out. i wanted to make it a little longer but got impatient. so sorry about that. please share your feedback with me.

This story contains: smut in a bathtub, fluff in-between, and a bit of happy angst

{ dadrry / dilfrry - husband!harry - softrry }

word count: 2021

After putting your three kids to sleep, you and Harry get in the bathtub together and the innocent bath turns sexual when Harry's hands start to roam your body.

You and Harry have just put your three children to bed after a bit of a struggle getting them to settle in for the night. Now you're on your way to your shared bedroom to decompress and relax. Running around all day from taking care of your kids has made your limbs heavy and sore.

As you step through your bedroom door, Harry turns around to face you and persuades, "Let's have a bath, hm? We haven't shared a bath in a while and it'd be nice. To help you relax and all." God your husband is too sweet.

"I'm tired but I guess a nice bath would do us some good." you answer and walk into your master bathroom together. Harry steps over to the large bathtub to turn the water on and adjust the temperature while you begin to strip of your dirtied clothes. When he's finished, Harry turns around to see you standing on the fluffy rug in all your naked glory. When you catch him staring you ask, "What?"

Harry begins to strip of his clothes as well and replies honestly, "'S'just...... fuck you're beautiful. *mouth whistling noise* How did I score you?!"

Getting bashful under his gazing eyes, you rebuttal, "Yeah, yeah. Let's get in the tub before the water turns cold." You step in the water first and then Harry wedges in behind you. Now submerged in the filling bathtub, you lean back into Harry's chest and Harry wraps his arms around your pudgy stomach.

The stomach that has stretch marks on either side from carrying his children that he adores so much. And a line down the middle of your tummy from when you had an emergency c-section. You use to be super self conscious of the scars and marks. But after realizing you had nothing to worry about because you had the most loving husband, you stopped caring as much.

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The tub is now filled up to your desired amount of warm water and you and Harry lay in silence for quite a few minutes before he starts getting handsy. You had a feeling this bath wouldn't stay PG and you're not exactly mad about that fact either.

Harry slowly drags one of his hands up from where he had it resting on your belly under the water and gently cups your breast. He doesn't say a word as he begins to fondle your right boob and then your left with his other hand now brought up. It isn't until his fingertips start to rub over your sensitive nipples that you let out a muffled moan, head thrown back against his shoulder.

"Mhm, Har....Harry." you hiss from the pleasure he's creating in you with the rubbing and light tugging of each of your nipples. You subconsciously spread your legs out with your knees standing upwards and this lets Harry know you want more.

Harry keeps his left hand on your breast but slowly moves his right hand down between your open legs. Without even looking, he finds your clit pretty easily and starts to gently stimulate it for you. This has you gasping with your mouth hung open wide, making Harry proud that he can please his wife right.

"Yeah, does it feel good, love? Am I makin' yah feel relaxed?" he questions knowingly. All you can do is nod your head against his shoulder as your breathing begins picking up. His wet fingers never let up on your clit. They keep a constant pace of rubbing and then flicking, back and forth, bring you closer to the edge. Somehow the water you're in is making this experience feel even better then it would in bed.

After another minute or two, your body starts to shake and your breath catches in your throat, all signs you're about to orgasm. When Harry picks up on those signs he's well familiar with, he takes his left hand off your tit and brings it down under the water. Knowing how naturally wet you've became, he slips one digit into your pussy and can feel your walls flutter around his finger.

"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" you pant with your eyes squeezed shut and that leds Harry to slowly start thrusting his finger inside of you while moving his fingers over your clit faster. Then your orgasm crashes down on you suddenly. Your body tenses up and you attempt to close your legs but Harry has propped up his legs beside yours and wedges his ankles between your body to help keep you spread open for him.

Eventually your orgasm starts to disappear and when you jerk away from being too sensitive, Harry removes his hands from your cunt and settles them on your tummy again. As you catch your breath, that's when you notice the hardness brushing against your lower back and realize your husband is hard for you.

You turn your head to the side, looking back at Harry before saying, "How 'bout we help your problem out now, yeah?"

Stuttering out, he tries to reply, "Y/n, if you're too tired I can handle it when you go to sleep. No biggy, reall....."

"Shhh, babe," you cut him off, "of course I want to help you. I'm tired but never too tired to be intimate with my husband." This brings a smile to Harry's face and he begins to help you mauvore until you're straddling his lap. It's a bit difficult in the bathtub but you manage.

Once in position, you reach under the water and grab at the base of his hard cock, gently stroking it in your hand. Then you surge your face forward and connect your lips to his. Harry moans into your mouth and you swallow it down with pride. But the hand stroking doesn't last too long before you become impatient and blindly line him up with your entrance.

When you feel Harry's tip nudge your hole, you slowly begin to sink down and allow him to fill you up. "Ugh, fuck." you moan as you back your mouth away from his, inhaling a much needed deep breath. Even after two vaginal births, your pussy is still so tight and his large cock stretches you out every time you have sex.

Eventually you bottom out and with your knees bent on each side of his hips and hands grasping onto his shoulders, you begin to ride him in the bathtub. Harry places his hands on both sides of your waist to help you keep a steady rhythm beings its quite hard to have sex in the tub. Water is splashing out and onto the floor but neither of you could care in this moment. It just feels so nice to have some alone time without your kids interrupting or needing attention.

"Feels s'good, baby." Harry moans out with his head tilted back against the back of the porcelain tub. "Love you so much."

You peak your eyes open to see that Harry is watching you bounce on his dick. He looks dazed out with pleasure and it turns you on even more then you already are. Leaning forward so that your chest is pressed up against his chest, you start to build up a new pace of only rocking back and forth, knowing bouncing never really gets you to your end.

The patch of pubes Harry has around his base brushes against your clit as your ground your hips deeper into his and you nearly lose it on the spot. You start to kiss up and down your husbands scruffy neck, over his adams apple, and over his tensed jaw. Harry's hands move from your hips to your ass as he continues to help you move over him.

"Shit, 'bout to come, love. Are you close?" Harry heaves out. You just feel so good around him and your lips on his skin is really sending him over the edge.

"Yea..Yeah." you squeak out, doing more panting rather than kissing at this point. To concentrate on your orgasm, you relax your head on his shoulder and nuzzle your face into his warm neck. Your arms wrap around his upper body and your hands lock between his back and the bathtub.

To help you further along, Harry rebends his legs so that his feet are flat on the tub floor and he starts to thrust his hips upwards, causing his cock to dive deeper inside you. The sound of water splashing echos through your bathroom as well as your moans combined. "Come f'more, baby. I've got yah." he whispers to you.

His hot breath over your sweaty face is what sends you over the edge. Well that combine with his cock penetrating you just right and your clit rubbing again his sharp pubic bone. Your body starts to convulse in his hold and your pussy contracts tightly around his dick, causing him to release inside of you. (you're on birth control)

To quiet your moans so you don't wake up your children, you hide your face further into his neck. Harry leans his head forward and does the same to his face, hiding it in your sweaty neck. After what felt like the biggest orgasms of your lives, the water in the bathtub starts to settle again and your bodies become lax against each others.

A minute later Harry annonces with a heaviness in his tone, "We should probably wash up and get out of here to get ready for bed. Waters getting a bit cold." But then he hears sniffles coming from beside his face. Harry gently pries your head out from his neck and sees you're crying. "Hey.....hey, love. What's that matter?" he questions with worry in his voice.

Sitting up from his chest with his soft cock still inside you, you reply, "It's just, just that I love you so much, *sob*, and..... and moments we share like this make me remember just how much I love you." Hearing your confession has Harry's eyes tearing up too.

"Oh love, no crying alright. I know yah love me. I love you too, so so much. I wouldn't have gave someone I didn't love three wonderful children. Your the best mum and wife anyone could ever ask for, okay. Never forget that." he states back with a tear running down his cheek.

Now you giggle to lighten the mood and mutter, "God, we are such saps. Having sex in the bathtub as our kids are asleep for us to just cry afterwards. But I wouldn't have it any other way." You lean forward and Harry catches your drift, leaning his head forward as well. Your mouths collide and you kiss more passionately then you have all night.

The kiss is deep with your tongues stroking into each others mouths, smacking sounds bounce off the bathroom walls, and all your other senses go numb as you focus solely on the small makeout session. That is until you feel Harry's cock that's still inside of you jump and it causes you to moan and break away from the kiss to say, "We really should get out now because we're all pruny. If you want me again it's gotta be in the bed. You on top because I'm exhausted now."

Harry wipes at his dried tears from under his eyes and giggles, "I'm forty years old. What kind of stamina do you think I have?"

"H, I just felt your dick pulse inside of me just from us making out. Did you forget what happened last month when the kids were at your moms and we had the house to ourselves. If I remember correctly, you came three times that night."

"Alright, you caught me. What can I say. Just kissin' you will turn me on. Now let me clean us up and then I'll fuck you again if you want. In bed this time. Me on top so you don't have to lift a muscle." he speaks and so the washing begins so you can get out quicker and get under your sheets naked to shag for a second time tonight.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[watchmegetobsessed]

NAN'S FAVORITE BOY

A/N: this absolute fluffiness was inspired by @harrysblackcoat 's little photo concept, i couldn't just not write it!!

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: Your nan loves Harry. Maybe even more than she loves anyone in the family.

MORE FROM THE NAN&HARRY UNIVERSE

This meeting is going on forever. You’ve been sitting in the conference room for almost two hours and the finance department is still going on and on about numbers you’ll forget as soon as you stand from your seat. You’ve already went over your grocery list in mind, noted to change the sheets when you get home and decided to book yourself an appointment with your nail lady for next week, but the meeting still hasn’t ended.

Pinching the bridge of your nose you drop your pen and give up on writing anything important down, Chase will send everything around in a lengthy email anyway, he always does. You’re thinking of a way to excuse yourself to end your misery when your phone’s screen lights up.

Snatching it off from next to your empty coffee cup you finished the first five minutes into the meeting, your lips curl upwards seeing that Harry just texted you. Forgetting about the presenter up in the front you open the message right away.

You almost gasp out loud when a photo loads along with a text. Harry is posing next to your nan, he is dressed in his yellow pleasing hoodie, his current favorite, along with his old ripped, light-washed skinny jeans and he has an arm curled around your adorable grandma’s shoulders. Both of them smiling brightly, the picture is oozing love and happiness and it breaks the greyness of your workday, seeing two of your favorite people being so cozy together.

HARRY: Nan and her favorite boy reunited!!

It’s true. Nan is obsessed with Harry, treats him like his own grandchild, maybe even better than you, who is actually her grandchild. It’s been an ongoing joke in the family ever since they were introduced and just thirty minutes later Nan was already teaching Harry to crochet so he can make his own little hats. It was an unexpected but so wholesome connection that hasn’t been broken in the four years the two of you have been together.

Y/N: Cuties! surprise visit or was it scheduled?

Harry’s reply comes right away.

HARRY: My zoom meeting got cancelled so I decided to drop by.

Y/N: I bet she was over the moon to see her favorite grandson!

You can almost see it, Harry ringing the bell, Nan opening the door and finding him there, clapping her hands together happily before hugging him. It’s a shame you couldn’t be there with them. They are such an iconic duo and you’d never admit to your family, but you’re kind of proud Nan loves your partner the most. You remember when your older sister first brought her now husband over to her, she commented on the color of his pants and then ignored him for the rest of the evening. Since then they have grown to like each other, but it’s funny in contrast with how things were with Harry.

HARRY: She made me eat like a ton of iced buns while she told me about the latest tea in the bingo club. Did you know Theresa invited George over for biscuits the other day???

You almost laugh out loud at his message, you can hear him say it in such a dramatic way, as if it was the gossip of the year. You just know he listened to everything Nan had to say and had the best time together.

HARRY: When are you leaving work? Want to meet here?

Y/N: I’m running out of the conference room in about ten minutes if they don’t finish talking. Wait for me there and we can go grocery shopping together after.

HARRY: Nan and I will be waiting <3

Luckily the meeting ends soon. It’s a breath of fresh air when you finally exit the room and head back to your desk to wrap up and leave. Your long workday is forgotten the moment you get in the car and make your way to Nan’s house. Harry’s Rover is parked in front of the cute cottage, it doesn’t quite suit the style of the neighborhood, especially not your grandma’s house that’s like a cute little cottage, every window is filled with flowers, she has a collection of garden dwarves lining the cobblestoned way up to her front door. Harry has raved to you several times how he can see himself living in a house similar to this when he is sixty and retired. You have a feeling Man knows it too and she is thinking about leaving the house to you and Harry, though it’s obvious Harry would never let her include him in her will, wanting her to take care of members in the family that have less than him.

“Hi there!” you call out as you walk in, but you get no answer, since they are sitting on the back patio, their backs turned towards the door. It’s an adorable sight, their chairs next to each other, watching the garden your Nan spends most her time with taking care of, a glass of lemonade in hand as Nan is explaining something to Harry, you can’t hear what it is, her voice is muffled by the glass door, but you see Harry nodding along, his little sprout on top of his head flopping with each nod. When he turns his head to the side a bit to look at the old lady you notice a tiny yellow flower near the hairclip and the sight completely blows you away.

Quickly, you grab your phone from your purse and snap a picture of them through the glass door, their figure a bit darkened, but the flower can be seen if you take a better look. Locking the phone you know it’ll be your new lockscreen, but right now you want to join them.

“Hello to the gossip club,” you greet them with a teasing smile as you step outside, their heads turning to see you. Stepping closer you lean down and kiss your Nan on the cheek before moving over to sit on Harry’s lap.

“Hi Sweetie! Do you want a lemonade?” Nan smiles at you through her glasses, but you shake your head no.

“I’ll just have a sip from Harry’s,” you say and he brings the glass up to your lips right away. He watches you with a smile as you take the pink straw between your lips and have a taste of his drink.

“What are you guys up to?” you ask, leaning onto Harry. He places the lemonade down next to his chair and wraps his arms around you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“Nan was telling me how she wants a little pond in the back of the yard.”

“I think it would look absolutely fabulous over there, behind the tulips!” she enthuses, pointing at the area that is now mostly empty. “Maybe with a couple of little fish, or ducks! Ah, that would be such a dream.”

Peeking at Harry you read it out from his eyes that he is already planning how to make it come true and you know that by the end of the year Nan will have her little pond if it’s up to Harry.

You stay a little longer, Harry brings up a few things from the basement for Nan she’ll need later and then it’s time to say goodbye. Nan hugs Harry so tight and long and you decide to leave your car here and ride with Harry. He offers to drop you off here in the morning so you can get to work and he can have breakfast with Nan. He doesn’t say it but he’ll probably already make measurements for the pond and Nan will be over the moon.

She stands by her door, waving at the two of you as you drive away. Smiling you turn to Harry.

“You know, I think I should be jealous at this point.”

“Of Nan?” he grins, his hand reaching over to rest on your thigh.

“Yeah. I swear she is your number one fan.”

“She said she had the boy down the street help her preorder my album,” he grins and your mouth hangs open. “She’ll have a Harry’s House vinyl!”

“I can’t believe this lady!” you chuckle in disbelief.

“I would have given her one without even asking, but I was so touched by it, I almost cried,” Harry admits. You take his hand on your thigh and lace your fingers together before bringing it up to your lips and kissing his knuckles.

“Thank you, Harry,” you murmur softly.

“For what?” he asks, glancing at you shortly before his eyes return to the road ahead.

“For… being so nice to her. And not just her, my whole family. You’re always there to help them, you never complain about having to spend time with them.”

“Baby, of course. But you know you do the same for my family right? All those times you helped Gemma out when I was out of the country, when you visit my mum without even being asked to. I hope you know I know about every time you were there and didn’t tell me about it. She calls me when you leave and tells me how much she loves you. Every time.”

“Oh,” you breathe out. Up until now, you though your secret visits were truly secret. Harry never mentioned he knew about them, so you figured Anne didn’t share with him. Guess you were wrong.

“We’re a great team,” he smiles at you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“But not as good as you and Nan,” you joke chuckling.

“Oh, for sure. Nothing can beat me and Nan,” he grins nodding. You don’t argue.

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[ncoincidences]

all the fics I read this year, part II — drarry edition

Here's where you go for part I (jily). Drarry is my second top-ship of 2023! Personally, I am so awed by the drarry writers on here, their wonderful & unique fics out there, plus the many podfics! I hope to enjoy more podfics next year ❤️ For now I'm highly grateful to have read all these incredible fics which have comforted me during hard times ❤️🫂

Magic Man by @dracogotgame = dracogotgame - Draco is a Muggle Magic Performer, and Harry's sure he's using real magic, which he isn't allowed to do, and naturally sets up to investigate, but what follows is a fluffy romantic fic instead!

Tiny Dragons & Where to Find Them by @tasteofshapes  - Harry's tiny dragon is missing! It's with Draco 😳😏😍🥰

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead)* by dustmouth, nerakrose asexual Harry! This fic was so amazing, the vibes were soft and p calm ❤️

Far From The Tree by aideomai - GOSH THIS FIC. goodness where do i start. It's like enemies with benefits except we know we're not going to end up together because your future kids accidentally time travelled here and at least i don't end up in azkaban in the future also there's an evil swordlady trying to kill us all AND MORE. this fic has a great concept, amazing execution and a PERFECT ending.

Nice Things by aideomai - every drarry fic list must contain an 8th year fic! This one also has some interhouse friendships and the vibe is quite cosy. This is the fic where all the 8th years are accomodated in a house called 'Gatehouse'. Kind of gives off a bit of a 2012 Avengers fic, iykwim.

The Star Splitter by @oflights - ahsvgdjsknbvghk this WIP is the bane of my existence the object if my desires etc etc. Latest update has left me hanging! It is heart-healing but angsty at the same time, and has lots of world building. Features 35 yo drarry, plus lots of time-travelling. I'm putting a lot of trust in that "happy ending" tag!

if the bees know by fanfairmod, oflights - everything about this fic screams fall amd spooky season. it is cosy, starts a bit sadly but ends on a beautiful note. also feat. cute harry & scorpius moments!

go to it laughing by oflights - v cute meet-cute!!

along each garden wall by oflights - veela Harry! Feat. A Draco who wants to whisk Harry off in his hot air balloon and a time-stopping ship. It's funny and a nice read overall.

the first in line by oflights - so many misunderstandings in this one oh my god!!!! overall it's a funny and comfort fic feat. Vet!Harry 🤩😍

Close Behind* by oflights - angsty angsty fic! Betrayal, death, lots of worldbuilding and a gripping plotline!

Byzantine by oflights - alexa play jealousy, jealousy by olivia

What dreams may come by @lastontheboat  - i LOVE the unique concept this fic is based on! Amnesiac Harry has his memory regained by Healer Draco, but in the process they must have sex! The smut was incredible.

Assumptions by  @indigo-scarf - asexual draco with hurt and comfort that patches you back together!

Tomorrow by space_wingding - Harry and Draco are older, Harry's dying, Draco's a biographer, and this is how the fic starts. In the process of writing, they fall in love as they discover more about each other ❤️

It Was All Just a Game (Rewrite) by write_me227 - holy shit is this a ride. This is angsty, adorable, angsty, romantic, etc and has all the rockiness of a teenage relationship accompanied by lies and dark lords and wartimes. it had me totally under its powerful grip.

hear me (with your whole body) by @teacup-tai - this was an interesting fic, focussing on the intricacies of drarry, how miscommunication and not enough talking planted misconceptions in their minds about their relationship

[Podfic] GOODNIGHT FROM YOUR FUTURE HUSBAND by GallaPlacidia by greenmegsnoham, PhenomenalAsterisk - truly phenomenal podfic, so many fun moments and laughter! this was my first podfic, both the fic and the reading were great, i loved consuming fic in this form ❤️

*[Asterisk marks a fic i haven't completely read.]

[cupid-styles]

SIGN ME TF UP FOR THIS BESTIE I AM SO HERE FOR IT. 😩🥵

:DDDD a lil something based on this concept

word count: less than 1k

content warnings: angst! cheating (not on y/n), a little spicy but no smut

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She can feel Harry's gaze on her as she sits on the couch, Ren's arm wrapped loosely around her shoulders. She swallows tightly as the guilt silently eats her alive, consuming her chest and lungs. She stares down at the floor, zoning out with her eyes set on the fluffy carpet.

"Y/N?"

Ren's voice tears her from her anxious thoughts and she instantly forces a smile on her lips, turning to look at the guy she's been seeing for the past month.

"Hm?" she hums, nibbling on her bottom lip.

"What do you think?" Ren asks, nudging his chin in the direction of Harry, who's sitting in the arm chair diagonal to her. She doesn't even want to look at him, fearing that the second she does, every snapshot of the previous night would come back to her.

"Fuck— Harry, this is bad—"

He shushes her, his mouth hot and wet against hers. They're all but swallowing each other's tongues, haphazard hands feeling every bit of one another's bodies. She doesn't even know how they got here — one second, they were having small talk about their childhood celebrity crushes, and the next Y/N's in his lap, his large palms squeezing the globes of her ass.

"Stays between us," he pants against her lips, "No one has to know. Promise."

She swallows, ducking her head back as he presses messy kisses along her jaw and down to her neck. Maybe it's the lust clouding her brain, or maybe it's because she's had the smallest of crushes on Ren's roommate since meeting him — regardless, she nods her head, echoing the same words he issued to her: "Between us."

"What do I think about what?"

"Always stuck in the clouds, huh, babe?" Ren chuckles, "Harry was talking about he hooked up with this girl but he doesn't know if she wants to do it again."

Her eyes nearly bulge out of her skull, coughing into her hand nervously.

"Um," she blinks nervously, "I mean, I guess you'd have to... talk to her?"

She may have made a huge, glaring mistake last night but she's not removed enough to realize that Harry's torturing her with this. She doesn't know why, so she glances up at him, giving him a death look. His plush lips curl into a smirk. Ren misses the entire interaction.

"You think?" Harry replies, cocking his head to the side. "I shouldn't just text her the next time I wanna hook up with her?"

"I-I mean, you could."

"Geez," Ren chuckles, squeezing Y/N's shoulder. "Who knew you were such a horndog, Y/N? You don't think he should talk to her about it first?"

Y/N hops up from the couch, the room suddenly feeling too small and warm. Ren's arm around her felt like it was suffocating her, and she needs to get away from both of them.

"I have to pee," she mumbles, walking to the bathroom. Ren and Harry instantly occupy themselves with small talk, shifting the conversation topic to video games. Swallowing harshly, she locks herself in the bathroom, leaning back against the door as she takes deep breaths. She only opens her eyes when she feels her phone vibrate in her back pocket.

She wants to throw up when she reads what it says.

From: Harry Styles

Busy tonight?

She hates that she knows she wants to end the night in his bed.

[bobacupcake]

Hello! I love your blog so much, you’re the first tech artist I’ve seen on tumblr and I’m so grateful for the tutorials and explanations you share for free and with such care. I was wondering if I could ask you for advice — I have to complete a large-scope school project that can be in any field of computer graphics as long as it involves coding. The thing is I struggle a lot with more technical and mathematical concepts, and I’d hopefully want to do something as visual/artistic as possible - do you have any ideas for what sorts of projects/topics could be the most artistically fulfilling? Thank you so much!

thanks so much!!!! while were here @krisp-xyz is another great techartist on here and if theres any more of you out there feel free to sound off in the replies...!!

i guess it mostly depends on what "large-scope" would be defined as... a few not super math intensive things i can think of off the top of my head are journeys sand shader , probably a few different grass implementations.. if i were in your shoes something fun might be to find an art style of an environment and try to find ways to replicate it in 3d space, i linked his portfolio before but something along the lines of some of the stuff over in harry alisvakis style exploration page might be fun !! that way you can combine different shader concepts into a single scene, like maybe a cute house in a grassy and flowery field with some nice fluffy clouds.. each one has their own little challenges that go with them and while it might not be the most original concept i imagine it would be fun

good luck!!!!

[violetsandfluff]

Late Night Baby Talk

other concepts (courtesy of @erggggggggg): family day with harry, his wife and baby. harry's wife watching him take care of their 1.5 year old all day and her cuddling in bed with him about to fall asleep she asks him to have another baby. maybe he tells her that after seeing her with their child all day he was thinking the same thing but didn't know if now was the right time to bring it up.

harry and his gf about to fall asleep after a long day, he's spooning you with a hand on your lower stomach. he thinks your asleep and starts to whisper how much he loves you, and all details about how he's envisioning your future. you don't tell him you heard any of it but go to sleep very very happy.

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“Some oatmeal for my roly poly Ruby,” Harry announced as he set a bowl filled partway with his morning’s work in front of his eighteen-month-old daughter before turning to his wife and planting a kiss firmly on her forehead. “I’ll get you yours right away.”

Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle as she watched her husband disappear into the kitchen once again. He had set out to make breakfast, and he was dead serious about it, to a nearly comical extent. Still clothed in his pajamas, he had thrown a towel over his shoulder and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, ready to work. Furthermore, he insisted on making oatmeal, Ruby’s favorite food, from scratch, and Y/N had to admit that it looked delicious. He had even topped her bowl with peaches, her favorite fruit.

She poked her chubby fingers into the bowl, extracting the peaches and giving her legs a contented kick as she tasted them. “Yummy, daddy!” she cried.

“Here’s yours, mama,” Harry said as he set a bowl on your placemat as well as his.

You grabbed his jaw, bringing it closer to yours and giving him a playful kiss. “Thank you, chef Styles.”

Harry’s eyes locked with yours for a second as he shook his head playfully, his attention quickly diverting to his daughter, who was now occupying herself by smearing her oatmeal onto her face and tray.

“Now now, Ruby,” he said patiently as he picked the spoon up from her tray and placed it deliberately in her gooey hand. “You remember how to use a spoon, right?”

You and Harry took turns helping Ruby to feed herself until she finished the bowl and leaned back against her high chair happily.

Harry carded a hand through her mop of tangled curls as he helped her from her high chair. “Who’s ready for a bath, messy girl?”

“Bubbles?” she asked hopefully, straining for Harry to set her down.

“Of course,” he chuckled softly, leading her to the bathroom. “Once mama washes your hair, I’ll give you bubbles.”

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After a full day of playing with Ruby, feeding her, and entertaining her, you and Harry settled into bed contentedly. Wordlessly, Harry opened his arms to you, and who were you to decline? Soon your breaths evened out and your eyes fluttered shut and Harry took his chance.

“I love you so much, baby girl, and I love our baby girl so much, too. So much that I want another one. Not now, but someday.”

You smiled against his chest, basking in his seemingly infinite body heat and took in his words as he spoke about you, Ruby, and whatever else was on his mind.

The next morning, you planned to remain silent, but curiosity got the better of you.

“You really want another baby?”

Harry looked at you with raised eyebrows before blushing and turning away. “Someday,” he replied vaguely.

“Be honest,” you insisted. “Do you want another baby now?”

“It seems like a good time to start trying,” he answered hesitantly, his eyes falling to his feet. “It’s all up to you, of course, but I’m ready when you are.”

“I’m ready.”

Harry’s eyes lit up with excitement and a nearly-conscious stream of words began flowing out of him. “We can use Ruby’s bassinet for it when it’s born, and we can make a sign for its bedroom just like we did for Ruby. We can use the old carpet from your office because it’s nice and fluffy, and we can upgrade Ruby’s toy shelf and put her old one in the baby’s room. We can paint the walls to cover up the old wallpaper, and…” he trailed off, breaking into a soft smile.

“Take this one step at a time, Haz,” you grinned.

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omg i was reading does he know and OMG I LOVEE IT u r trully an amazing writer honestly so good

could u do one like were Harry is giving y/n playful taps on her bum throughout the day and just like pure fluffffff.

thanks that would b so great

Cheeky.

AHHHHH thank you so much lovieeee🤧 I’m glad you enjoyed it!!!🌷, really loved creating it.

This concept is so cheeky and domestic it’s so fluffy I love it, thank you💞 hope you enjoy x

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It was practically written in there routine, neither of them let a day pass without being Handsy with one another.

It was clear Harry was absolutely smitten with y/n, she was very much his muse, every song he’s written for the last 4 years have been about her, his fashion even became inspired by her, they wore matching necklaces and Harry even went as far as tattooing her initial and her favourite flowers on his arm.

So when y/n walked around there shared home in his boxers, them one pair of jeans, her pyjamas, he could never resist giving her bum a gentle but noticeable tap.

It all started when one summer evening, y/n was clad in his CK boxers and band tee, her back faces towards him as she focused on the dinner cooking in front her, Harry’s loving hands found themselves patting her arse.

“Omg” she squealed, feeling the ticklish touch.

“Y’can do that again bubs” she smirked.

It was almost always innocent, whenever the opportunity was around just an incorrect pat to the girls bottom.

“How come Y’never smack m’arse?” He falsely pouted, using his palms to lean back on the kitchen island.

“Think m’arse is just better baby” she giggled.

“M’joking” she added, snaking her hands round his muscular frame and sliding her hands down to past his waist to give him a gentle tap where he wanted it.

“Thank you m’love” he smirked against her lips, before kissing her.

Another example of this would be when y/n laid on her tummy propped up on her elbows on there bed, either watching something on her laptop of focusing on the Tv screen in front, H would never hesistate to give her bum a light tap before getting comfortable on his side of the bed.

“Never known Someone so obsessed with m’bum” she quietly giggled.

“I’m jus’ obsessed with you” he sleepily replied, before tapping the side next to him signalling he wanted cuddles before his sleep.

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Sorry it’s a shorty x