#he said harry come pick me up im scared

[tryhoney]

Louis Tomlinson on if he believes Scarecrows are sentient or not.

[finelinevogue]

lost n found

summary - you are lost in italy the night before your wedding

pairing: fiancé!harry x reader

word count: ~2k

You were definitely lost.

Drunk and lost.

To: harry - im so sor:(y

From: harry - Baby, you’re fine❤️ Drop me your location and I’ll come find you. Please don’t move xx

To: harry - okaY.i love you xox

So currently you were sat on a stone wall, somewhere on a random side street in a small Italian village, waiting for your boyfriend to come and pick you up.

Harry had gone out with a few of his closest guy friends for drinks, for one last night as an unmarried man.

You and your girls had gone out for drinks too and you had mentioned to the boys that you would catch them up later.

At some point during the evening, though, you and the girls had all gone to the beach and you had gone to the toilet. It had been a trek to find one, only when you tried to find your way back you took so many drunken wrong turns that you couldn’t tell your legs from rights now.

Reading a map was useless, but sending Harry messages wasn’t.

You originally hadn’t wanted to send him any messages, not wanting to ruin his last night a “free” man but at some point you had become a little too lost to care.

Swinging your legs as you sat on the wall, you watched the birds fly overhead amongst the clear blue sky. You detailed all the cracks in the old buildings and counted twelve windows on one wall alone.

Your brain was fuzzy and your eyes kept on wanting to close from tiredness. You would be blaming a lot of your girl friends tomorrow for the continuous passing of shots your way.

Your phone rang in your hand.

“Yeah?” You answered, not even checking the caller ID.

“Baby? Love? Can y’hear me?” Harry asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’re not where y’said you’d be.” Harry sounded stressed.

“N-no I am. I sent you my location a-and I haven’t moved.”

You stood up and could feel yourself starting to panic. If Harry didn’t know where you were then there was no way of you knowing. Harry wasn’t ever a big enough drinker to get really drunk, unlike you.

You only ever got drunk when you felt you were in a safe environment, like tonight had been surrounded by all your closest girl friends. Or always with Harry.

Now that you didn’t have anyone and you were still drunk, you were getting anxiety of being alone and intoxicated.

Cue to shaky hands and tears.

“Are y’sure baby?”

“Y-yes. Fuck me. You’re not going to find me. Fuck. I don’t – shit – I.. I’m…”

“Hey, hey. Y/N, baby. Woah, slow down for me, okay? I am coming for you, okay? I just.. It was my mistake and I just need to relocate myself. You’re okay.”

Your phone was shaky in your hands and you started twisting your body around, as if expecting some random creepy guy to come around the corner and take advantage of you.

The twisting didn’t help your head, though, and was making you feel increasingly dizzy and sick.

“Y/N?” Harry asked urgently and you wondered whether you’d missed something he said.

“I-I’m scared.” You honestly said, backing yourself against a wall and trying to let the cool stone calm you down.

Your tears will no doubt have ruined your minimal makeup by now, not that that was a main priority of yours right now.

“Honey, you’re okay. I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

Harry sounded like he was running.

His voice sounded a little breathy and you could hear the fast movement of wind through the speakerphone.

“Y/N, love, turn on your data.” Harry said.

“I ran out.” You banged your head back against the wall, not even thinking about the pain that just caused.

You whimpered as you sank down onto the floor, knees tucked close to your chest and arm wrapped around your legs. Your phone was still to your ear, with Harry’s voice being the only sane thing in this moment.

“Okay, okay.” Harry muttered to himself rather than you. More running sounded from Harry’s end of the phone. “Baby, y’still there?”

“Mm.”

Your mind travelled to many worst case scenarios and due to how bad they were your panic only increased.

This was supposed to be your last nights as an unmarried couple and you couldn’t help but feel like you’d ruined that. He must’ve been having such a good night.

You’d seen a couple of photos on his private Instagram story and other people’s Instagram stories. Your fiancé looked divine. He just looked so perfect that it was difficult to believe that he had chosen you and you got to call him yours.

It did make you nearly cry that he was thinking of you, via Instagram, though.

“You feeling okay, baby?” Harry asked.

“Don’t know. I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“It’s okay. I’m not angry or upset. Just want to make sure you’re okay, my love.”

“Okay.”

“So you have to be brave for me, okay?”

“Yes, okay.”

You got stuck for a moment, trying to think of possible ways you could calm yourself down and distract yourself. Luckily, Harry was already one step ahead.

“Hey, baby?” He grabbed your attention.

“Yeah.”

“We’re getting married tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but let the smile take over your face. You weren’t scared at all for tomorrow. You had no nervous jitters. All you felt was love in your heart for your husband to be.

“We are.”

“And you’re going to look so beautiful.”

“So are you.”

“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress. I bet it looks so pretty.”

You sniffled, building back your strength and overcoming your anxiety. A lot of your strength came from the love you hold for Harry.

You heard a noise from your left and looked to see a cat rustling through some litter.

Your heart deflated when you realised it wasn’t Harry. You knew he was coming though. He was on his way and he would not stop running until he found you.

It was almost like a bad scene out of a romance movie.

The night before your wedding and something terrible goes wrong. It’s a sign!

“I think it’s just perfectly me.” You said, talking about your wedding dress.

“Sounds perfect to me then.” Harry paused for a moment. “Baby, did you walk under an archway, like, uh, a stone archway covered in pink flowers?”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t remember.” You ran a stressed hand over your forehead.

“Okay. That’s okay.”

“Everyone’s going to be so mad at me.” You began getting frustrated with yourself. “Fuck.” You breathed in a sob and exhaled with a bigger breath.

“Promise you no one’s mad, baby. Gem has messaged me a thousand times asking if you’re okay. I can’t even answer ‘cause this bloody maps apps is a fucking nuisance. I swear to–”

“Harry?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking up from your knees to check your phone. He was still on the line. “Hello?”

“Y/N!” Harry shouted your name, but not from down the phone.

You could see Harry walking over to you very quickly, clearly panting from having run street after street.

“H.” You dropped your phone and cried as you saw him faster approach you.

Definitely a moment worthy of a romcom.

Harry was probably living his Ryan Gosling dreams.

“Baby, hey. I’m here. You’re okay.” Harry sank down to the floor and scooped his arms around you, pulling you close and squeezing oh so tight.

He sank down to his bum and leaned against the wall, pulling your entirely onto his lap. Too close wasn’t an option right now.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you sat sideways on his lap. Your face was tucked under his chin and his head rested on top of yours. You cried as Harry held you tight.

You couldn’t see Harry’s facial expressions but he was breathing out sighs of relief, some tears in his own eyes from the adrenaline of trying to find you. He had been just as scared as you, but had to remain strong for you. Now he had you he could let it all out.

“You’re never going to the toilet alone again.” Harry laughed. You laughed back.

“Deal.”

“That was scary.” Harry kind of mumbled, but you heard him anyways. He kissed your head a few times and you melted at the feel.

“Harry.”

“Yeah, love?”

“My head is so dizzy.”

Harry used a hand to tilt your head up so he could see your face. He noticed your mascara ridden face first of all, but beneath that you were all beauty.

“Tequila is only our friend for two rounds, remember?” He laughed at you. He was able to tell from your eyes that you weren’t exceedingly drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“I did not remember.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours as he shook his head with a grin. “You’re such a handful, you.”

“M’sorry.” You pouted.

“Never said I didn’t love you as a handful.”

“Do you? Love me a handful?” You used a hand to stroke over his cheek that had gotten so scruffy with the stubble he was trying to grow.

“‘Course. Love you every way and anyway. Love you so much. Love you until my body literally decomposes my wedding ring off my finger, and then some more.”

“That was dark, even for a 2AM drunk thought.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Harry chuckled, noticing that smile on your face becoming more and more permanent.

“But I’ll love you for the same.” You promised.

Harry kissed you then, not wasting another moment of this evening away from you. Well, morning now. His lips were soft against yours and you smiled into the kiss, happy that he was here with you even if it was under really weird circumstances.

“Let’s go, trouble. We’ll go back to the hotel and I’ll kiss you all night.”

“Don’t you want to spend the rest of your night with the boys? You know, last night as a free man?” Even though you were suggesting this, all you actually wanted to do was kiss, kiss and kiss him.

“Free man?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows with disgust, “What are you talking about?”

“You know? People say the last night before they get married is their last chance to be free?”

“Why would I need to be free when I’ve got you? I’m choosing you, like I always have. Never needed to be free.”

You smiled warmly at him. “I’m shackling you to me for life.”

“Too right you are, baby. Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Now, take me home, trouble.” You giggled.

“Oh. So I’m the trouble now?”

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[haarrrys]

Hey! Would you write something about Amani getting her first period?

growing up 🍓

wc - 1.4k

🏷️ tags - dad!harry, singledad.harry, minor angst¿, dad!harry × amani, and of course, fluff.

pairings - singledad!harry & daughter!amani 🍪 🥛

summary - amani gets her first period

(a/n)- sweet sweet anon who sent the request months ago, tysm for being patient with me. im so sorry for my laziness lol

more harry and amani!

a knock rang throughout the room, startling sarah. "who is it?" she called, setting her sage green nail polish onto a nearby dresser.

she figured it could be room service, just wanting to clean, or the lunch she ordered.

"it's me— amani." sarah heard, just as she got closer to the door. sarah smiled, opening it. "hey love— is everything alright?" she asked, growing more concerned as she took in amani's worried face— as well as her paled complexion, that replaced her usual tan.

it wasn't unnatural for amani to come stay with sarah in her suite, as harry, her father, and the rest of the guys normally took up harry's room, causing ruckus.

sarah usually stayed in her own room, with her baby, accompanied by amani, who could always use some girl time.

but, what was unnatural was the way amani shyly walked into her room, scouting the room incase anyone else was present before speaking.

"it's just me and max," sarah assured, referring to the sleeping boy in the middle of the bed.

amani sighed, "i think.. i think I started my period." she winced, her breathing picking up as she revealed it. sarah gasped, her expression softening while a smile broke out onto her face.

"awhh, that's a good thing! it's natural, you're growing up! I can't believe it." she smiled, hugging the girl. "here, come follow me. i think i still have some stuff left." she said, pulling away from the hug and walking towards the unnecessarily large bathroom.

she opened the drawer, skimming through some thing before finding two boxes of pads and tampons.

"okay, so, since it's your first time I suggest using pads— just cause they're easier, but if you wanna use the tampons..?" sarah said. amani blushed, "ill just use the pads."

"alright! that's okay. do you know how to put one on? I don't know if harry explained it to you." sarah asked, causing amani to smile. "he tried, but he knows as much about periods as I do—nothing." she laughed, making sarah join in with her.

"that's fine, I can show you if you want." sarah offered. amani shook her head, feeling embarrassed, "i can figure it out." she dismissed.

sarah smiled sadly, "amani, it's normal to feel weird.. or even uncomfortable about these things, but almost every girl goes through it. you don't have to feel embarrassed, especially not with me, okay?" she explained, making amani smile sheepishly.

times like this, she wishes she did have a mother to talk about puberty, periods, and just her body changing, but she's thankful that she has someone who is basically a mother figure— sarah.

of course, harry tries his best to fill that role, especially now that amani's actually growing into a woman— however, she just feels more comfortable talking to someone who can relate to her.

"thank you," she whispered.

sarah smiled, as if to say a silent 'your welcome.'

"oh and sarah—can you get me underwear? and different pants?" amani sighed. sarah only then noticed the sweater tied around her waist, likely used to cover a stain.

"of course! your dads still in the room right?"

"yea, he'll let you in but..can you just not tell him?" amani said, her face reddening once again.

"oh, love, did you want to tell him yourself?" sarah questioned, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

amani shrugged in response. she had no plan whatsoever of telling him.

sarah sighed. "you know, you have to tell him eventually. it'll be worse if he finds out by himself, probably more embarrassing." she smiles.

amani shakes her head, "i'm scared." she admits, hiding her face in her hands.

sarah frowns, "scared? of what? he'll probably cry a little, but that's just cause his little girl is growing up."

amani laughed at that, imagining her dad in tears over her starting her period— a likely event.

"maybe he'll think it's gross— I don't know." she sighed. "im probably just overthinking it."

"you are. he won't find it gross, I promise. now, do you wanna tell him, or do you want me to?"

"you can tell him."

-

"she started her what?!" harry gasped, suddenly feeling uneasy on his feet.

sarah smacked his shoulder, putting her index finger to her lips, shushing him. "her period harry. menstruation? time of the month? flowers? quiet down if you don't want amani to be embarrassed when the whole hotel knows her business."

harry sighed, steadying himself as he took a seat.

"..why didn't she tell me first? is she alright?" harry frowned, his head gears turning faster than he could register. his daughter had started her period— but didn't go to him first. why? had he done something wrong?

sarah shook her head,"she's okay, calm down. it's just easier to talk about periods with people who've actually had them harry, it's not personal." she laughed, reassuring him, although she knew he'd still worry.

harry, who still had a deep frown on his face nodded.

he understands how awkward it would've been for her to tell him— but as a singe!parent, he feels shitty that she went to someone else, instead of her dad.

"okay.." harry sighed, wiping the tears that began to well up in his eyes. "i need to buy stuff right? what do i get?" he asked, already making a mental note of the stuff he knows gemma gets.

"pads, tampons, heating pad, ice-cream, and a little stuffed animal. 'always'and 'tampax' are really good brands. oh, and make sure you get different sizes for different levels of blood flow." sarah instructed.

harry nodded along, keeping everything she said in mind.

"I'm gonna go and get her clothes now." sarah said. "oh and harry?"

he perked up.

"she's okay. this is apart of her growing up. don't go haywire and coddle her."

-

that afternoon, after amani was all situated, she stayed with sarah and max for awhile, before heading back to her suite she shared with her dad, harry.

as soon as amani walked in, she was met with her dad, who's face lit up proudly.

harry walked over to her, but it seemed like he himself had just gotten back. he was carrying bags, unbeknownst to amani, full of period products.

"I got everything you need, love." he said, holding out the bag for her. she could see boxes full of everything and more that's she would need, as well as snacks that he didn't need to, but wanted to buy for her.

amani blushed, feeling embarrassed yet loved. she had never expected that her period would be such a big deal to harry, or that he would even know what to buy for her.

he'd always been a little, over the top some may say, but still her dad's reaction took her by surprise. he was smiling, looking at her with love and warmth in his eyes. he wasn't even upset with her that she didn't tell him first.

when he noticed how out of place she looked, he smiled softly.

"hey, it's okay, amani. you don't have to be embarrassed," he said, handing her the bag full of goodies, that he'd definitely not let her indulge in on a regular day, being the health nut dad he is. "it's normal. you're growing up and becoming a woman now. couldn't feel anymore more prouder."

amani felt her heart pounding in her chest. she had never thought he would be this understanding and supportive. but as she thought of it, why wouldn't he be? all her life, no matter what she decided to do, her dad was always there backing her up.

she realized, her fear of telling him was irrational.

"thank you dad." she whispered, taking the bag from him and hugging him tightly.

harry hugged her back, holding her close.

"you're my daughter and I'm always here for you. I'm proud of you," he said, as tears started to well up in his eyes.

amani wasn't surprised by his emotional reaction, more so, she surprised herself when she also began to cry. she couldn't help feeling happy and loved. in that moment, she realized that the bonds of parenthood are not only about love, but also about understanding and support.

she was grateful to have harry as her dad and sarah as another woman in her life who filled the missing role in her life, and she knew that they would always be there for her, no matter what.

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me too ˎˊ˗

bi!peter parker x bi fem!reader

word count 1.5k

summary you and peter seemed to both have confessions to tell each other…at the same time.

warnings slight mentions of anxiety, one cuss word and just pure fluff !

authors note IM BACK !! i’m so so sorry i haven’t been active i’ve been super busy but i miss writing and posting on here sm ! alsooo happy pride month !! u all are so loved and valid and i hope u enjoy this fic to celebrate <33

you couldn’t sleep.

after what felt like hours of restless tossing and turning and even trying to calm your crowded mind with rain noises, you just couldn’t stop the thoughts in your head.

you quickly sat up from your bed and huffed in frustration.

you ran your hands through your hair and tried to slow down your breathing to hopefully slow down your thoughts.

i need to tell him. i need to tell him. you thought.

recently, you’ve been stressing about whether or not you should tell your boyfriend, peter, about…well…your feelings.

you’ve figured out your sexuality for quite awhile now but just haven’t told anyone. it was scary to come to terms with your sexuality so the thought of telling someone feels like a nightmare.

it’s literally been keeping you up at night.

since it’s the beginning of June, pride month, you’ve seen a lot of people come out to their loved ones or are just comfortable with who they are.

it made you so happy to see people love themselves and just love who they want.

and while there is no rush, you feel that it’s finally time to tell peter about your bisexuality.

although peter is supportive in everything you do and is quite literally your #1 fan, you were still scared.

will he think of me differently? will he still love me?

yes, some of the thoughts you were overthinking were stupid; peter is amazing.

yet, you couldn’t get these thoughts out of your mind.

you reached over to your nightstand and turned on the lamp while grabbing your phone as well.

when you unlocked your phone, you noticed a text from peter from a minute ago.

peter: just finished patrolling for the night! can i come over? i’ll pick us up some delmar’s :)

you sighed. it’s not like you didn’t want peter to come over, you loved being around him.

you were just scared because you knew you wanted to tell him and now’s the time.

you: that sounds perfect <3 cant wait x

after you sent your last text, you threw your phone to god knows where and squealed in your pillow.

how do i tell him? just straight up or have him guess?

least to say, you were frustrated.

while you waited for peter’s arrival, you scrolled through TikTok and saw some coming out videos pop out on your feed. there were cakes, sweater weather, bisexual audios, you name it.

but what stuck out to you the most was their reactions. they seemed so happy and proud for their loved one and they seemed so free.

you smiled at the videos. tapping from the window then interrupted you.

you turned around from where you were laying and saw peter in his spidey suit smiling at you while holding up some delmar’s. 

he’s so precious.

you smiled back at him as you got up and walked towards your window. you opened it and peter crawled inside. 

“hey baby.” peter sighed as he got in. 

“hey.” you replied while leaning into him, giving him a hug.

“got your favorite!” peter said as he pulled away from the hug placing the delmar’s bag down on your desk.

you just smiled while nervously fiddling with your hands. peter took notice of this.

“how was patrolling?” you finally said.

“uh it was alright. i missed you though.” peter smiled nervously while scratching the back of his neck.

you looked down at your fiddling hands.

why was this so...awkward?

“well, how about you get comfy and then we can listen to Harry Styles’ new album while we eat?” you suggested trying to break the awkward silence.

“sounds great.” peter chuckled. 

while he walked over to your closet where he left his clothes, you sat on your bed turning on the TV.

“y/n what’s your top three off Harry’s House?” peter asked while he was changing.

“hmm,” you thought. “that’s hard they’re all so good!”

“correct answer. i love late night talking though,” he replied.

you smiled, clicking on the album and having it play in the background. 

peter then joined you on your bed with the delmar’s. 

“here you go.” peter said as he passed you your sandwich. 

i think i should tell him now. no wait, maybe later? 

as your thoughts continued going back in forth, you fiddled with your hands more staring off into the distance.

peter took a deep sigh then noticed your nervous state.

“hey, you okay? you’ve been acting all nervous since i got here.” peter voiced.

“just got some stuff on my mind.” you mumbled, still looking down at your hands.

“hey,” he started, placing his hand on yours to stop the fiddling, “talk to me.” 

you looked up at him, finally looking into his eyes. 

i have to tell him now.

you got out of your bed and paced around your room, peter looking at you confused.

“y/n,” peter started, furrowing his eyebrows.

“i uh- i have to tell you something.” you interrupted, still pacing around your room. 

“y/n you’re scaring me. what is it?” peter looked up at you both confusion and fear in his eyes.

he also overthought a lot.

you stopped and looked at him. you sighed and walked over to kneel in front of your bed. 

“um- please peter before i tell you this,” you started, words starting to tremble. “please don’t think of me any differently.”

you looked up at him as he looked at you with the same confused look.

despite this confusion, he nodded. 

you let out a breath. 

“god, i don’t even know how to start,” you chuckled, nervously running your hands through your hair. 

peter placed his hand on yours, a gesture to let you know he was there for you no matter what.

you squeezed his hand a bit.

“well, you know how i like boys? well obviously but- um- i also kind of like girls? well, not kind of i really like girls. but like i also really like you. i mean more then like but you know what i mean.” you rambled. you couldn’t even look at peter.

“ugh what i’m trying to say is, i’m bisexual.” you sighed. you then got the courage to look up at him. 

you couldn’t point out his expression.

and that scared the shit out of you. 

“fuck um- forget i said any of that.” you gulped while standing up, letting go of his hand and turning away from him. 

“wait, y/n.” he called as he followed you and turned you around to look at him.

your head stayed down.

“look i’m sorry. it’s just been on my mind and i had to tell you or else i literally would have exploded. but now i regret saying anything. i just ruined everything.” you apologized, still looking down at your hands.

after what felt like years of silence, peter just chuckled. 

you shot your eyes up at him, confused about why he was laughing?

“y/n, baby.” peter started, getting closer to you. “can i tell you something?”

you nodded slowly, still very confused. 

“me too.” 

“peter, what?” you huffed out in frustration.

“i uh,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “i also like boys and girls.”

your eyes widened.

“wait, what? you’re bi?” you questioned in disbelief.

peter smiled softly and nodded. 

you stood there for a few moments just looking at each other absorbing what had just happened.

until you pulled him into a tight hug. 

he held you close to him and sighed in comfort.

you both smiled to yourselves. feeling so free.

“did we really just come out at the same time?” you chuckled softly, breaking the silence.

peter let out a small laugh. 

“yeah, i guess we did.”

after a few moments of hugging, you two sat back on the bed. 

“you don’t know how hard it was to tell you that,” you said after taking a bite out of your sandwich. 

“how did you think i was going to react?” he questioned. 

“i don’t know. i was just overthinking i guess.” you shrugged.

“well, i’m proud of you,” he said placing his hand on yours. you smiled softly at this gesture.

“and i already kind of had a feeling.” he snickered. 

“wait what?” you questioned surprisingly.

“i mean yeah. the way you spoke about women, especially Doja Cat.” he laughed.

you gasped dramatically.

“well, i can say the same about you.” 

“oh really?” he urged.

“mhm. your love for Harry Styles is way beyond his music,” you answered. 

he paused.

“wait, is it that obvious?” he said, mouth agape. 

you two then busted out laughing at how ridiculous and clueless you both were. 

after the laughing died down, “Cinema” by Harry Styles started to play. 

“he sounds really good in this song.” peter smirked, causing you to giggle and nod. 

“well,” you started. “despite how dumb we both were to notice anything, i’m really proud of you and i’ll love you no matter what. i hope you know that.” 

he grinned. 

“same here, always.” 

you smiled at him and leaned in closer, closing the gap between you two.

it was a short kiss. though, it expressed the love and support you had for each other. 

you pulled away slowly.

“now i have someone to freak out over all my celebrity crushes with.”

[harrysrealgf]

NAIVE

You and harry broke up and a part of you can help but want him to show up at your door and apologize.

Fratrry¡reader

This is the good ending to this short thing, im gonna make a bad one bc I like this concept

———

“Well if you don’t like it, then maybe we should just break up!” Harry yelled. This was an argument, the biggest argument you guys have ever had. All over how you didn’t want him to flirt with so many girls.

You paused for a second. You couldn’t believe what he said to you. “Maybe we should.” You finally said. You didn’t want to obviously. You love him, but maybe it’s for the best.

He was shocked you agreed.

“Great. Then we’re broken up.” He loved you, of course he did! He was just a flirty guy, and if you weren’t okay with that then maybe it just wasn’t meant to be.

Harry is a naive boy. He refuses to change or apologize about anything.

“I guess so.” You walked to the door, putting your shoes on.

“Where are you going?” He watched you.

“What? You broke up with me Harry. Do you just expect me to sit here in your house?” You asked. You were being sarcastic, but also serious.

“Well no, but..”

“No. I need to my house. I cannot do this right now.” You held tears in.

You didn’t even let him talk and you walked out. It was dark and rainy. You hated driving in the rain, but it was comforting.

When you got home you just ran to your room and cried. 3 years with Harry obviously meant nothing to him. He broke up with you so quick. He’s always been ignorant, but the one time you speak up about something that bothers you in the relationship, this happens.

He will never change, nor apologize to you. And you just need to accept that now.

You threw your headphones on and listened to music, that’s how you cope.

The past week has been a mess. You were late to work 3 times this week. You stayed up all night reading old texts where he was such a sweetheart.

But now it’s no contact.

You hoped he was come to your front door with flowers, and a real apology. Not just a lousy ‘I’m sorry.’

None of this was your fault and you knew it.

————

It’s been 2 weeks since the breakup.

It was another rainy day, 7PM. And your doorbell rang. You threw your hair up and went to answer the door, and you were surprised to see who it was.

Harry.

“Hi..” he gave you that look. That stupid look. The look he gave you when he was wrong and he knew it.

“Hi.”

“I’m sorry.” He looked down and picked at the skin at the side of his nails.

“That’s it?” You ask as he was silent for a little after that.

“No. I’m sorry y/n. I’m bad at apologies. I know I am, I don’t do it a lot but fuck, I can’t live without you. You’re the love of my life and I.. fuck I don’t know how to say it.” He paused. “These last two weeks have been absolute hell. Everything I see reminds me of you and well.. us. I know I fucked up, I know I’m too flirty sometimes and I try and stop but I just get carried away..”

“Your not obligated to say anything to any other girl Harry. And you were right. If I don’t like it then we should break up. And we did. You completely left me behind the one time I speak up about something. I don’t know what else you want from me.” You bit your lip.

“I want you! It’s not what I wanted to leave you behind. Fuck I… I didn’t even want to break up with you in the first place.” He admitted.

“…then why did you?” You spoke quietly.

“I was just scared! Your the only girl I’ve ever really loved and… every move I make it’s just another mistake. I should’ve never said anything to that girl and I know how you feel and I don’t know what is wrong with me. Your my girl and I want to keep it that way. I love you y/n.” He spit it all out like he couldn’t stop talking. “I love you and I wont let anything in this world keep us apart anymore. But I’m losing myself and I don’t want to lose you too. If there was something I could do to take back what I said.. I would do it in a heartbeat.” He took a deep breath.

“I can’t control myself without you. I can feel your touch even when your far away from me.”

Your mind was hazy. You couldn’t think correctly.

“Please say something.” He was teary eyed at this point. “I’m so dumb I should’ve told you all of this before you even left my house.”

“Come inside, your getting soaked.” You finally spoke.

He smiled warmly and walked inside.

“I brought something too…” he pulled a rello and a baggie of weed.

“You know me too well.” You sniffled, smiled softly and whispered a quiet ‘come here’ and walked to your porch

You sat on your rolling area and he sat beside you. He handed you the bag and rello and you started rolling.

————

You guys were laughing up a storm after smoking. High out of your minds, your thoughts started to come out.

“I didn’t want to break up either by the way.” You say taking a bit of the second blunt in your fingers.

“I figured.” You gave him a look.

“What does that mean?” You giggled.

“Cmon y/n. I know you. If you wanted to break up you woulda done it a while ago.” You shrugged while passing him the blunt.

“Your not wrong.” You took a drink of your water, “even when we were strictly only friends, everyone but you saw how in love I was with you.” This was all knew to him.

“How long have you liked me?”

“Maybe since like.. senior year of high school.” His mouth dropped open.

“Are you serious?” You nodded.

“Well I’ve liked you since like… freshman year.”

“Of college?” He shook his head.

“High school.” You mouth flew open and your eyes were wide open.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He shrugged.

“We had such a good friendship. I didn’t want to ruin it.. butttt… now I know your my soulmate I don’t need to worry about that anymore.” You blushed.

“Sooo… you wanna be my girlfriend again?” He asked.

“Hm I dunno… are you gonna be my boyfriend?” You tease.

“Of course.” He kissed you.

You pulled away from the kiss. “Wait a minute. You’ve liked me for 8 years?” He laughed.

“Love is love what can I say?”

[xxiamnotokay666xx]

Ladies, Gentelmen, and Non Binary Folks, I present to you... the last chapter of My Immortal! brought to you by the one and only, Demo – InferKit. lets get this chaos started!

AN: well I hav noffing 2 say but evrt1 stup glamming ok!!111 if any gofik ppl r reading dis den u rok!!!11 omg I stil kant wait 4 da movie!!!1 tom fleton is so hot lol i hop harry wil bekum gofik koz mi frend told me he iz rlly emo in dis book!!!!1111 omfg im leeving dubya pretty soon kant wait!!! Diz wil prolly be da last chaptah until I kum bak.

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“Dat’s mi car!!!!” shooted Draco angrily. But suddenly it was revealied who was in da car. It wuz………….Snape!!!!!

“I shall free you Loopin but first you must help me kill these idiotic donderheads.” he said cruelly from the car as it flew circumamcizing above us. “Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way must be killed. Den the Dork Lord shall never die!!!!”

“You fucking prep!!!” yelled Draco. Then he loked at me sadly. “I forgot to tell u, Ebony. Snape made me do it with him. I didn’t really have sexx him but he’s a ropeist!!!!”

We all put our clothes on quickly except Satan. We were so scarred!!!!1 But Satan didn’t change. Instead he changed into a man with gren eyes, no nose, a gray robe and white skin. He had changed into………… Voldemont!!!!!!!111

“I knew who thou were all along.” he cackled evilly and sarcastically at me. “Now I shall kill thee all!!!!!!” Thunder came in da room.

“No plz don’t kill us!” pleaded Vampire. Suddenly Willow, B’loody Mary, Diabolo, Ginny, Drocula, Fred and Gorge, Hargrid, McGonagall, Dumblydore, Serious and Lucian all ran in.

“What is da meaning of dis?” Dumblydore asked all angrily and Voldimort lookd away (bcos dumblydore is da only whizard he is scared of.) He did a spell and suddenly his broomstick came to him sexily. Volxemort flew above the roof evilly on his broomstik.

“Oh my goth!” Slugborn gosped. (geddit kos im goffik)

“The Dark Lord shall kill all of you. Then you must submit to him!!!!” Snape ejaculated menacingly.

“You fucking preppy fags!” Serious shouted angrily.

“I know a four-letter word 4 dirt, CRUCIATUS!!!” screamed Harry but da sparks from his wand only hit Draco’s car. It fell down Snap quickly crowled out of it and picked up the cideo camera.

“Oh my fucking god!!!1” I cried becoze the video of me in da bathrum, the video of me dong it wif Drako and the video of Satan doing it with

“If you kill me then deze cideos will be shown to everyone in the skull. Then u can be just like that goffik girl Paris Hillton.” He laughed meanly.

“No!” I scremed. “FYI I hav da picter of u doing it with Loopin!!!!11”

“Whats she talking abott??????” Lupin slurped as he sat in chains.

“I saw 2 she’s gunna show evry1 da picter!!!111” Harry shouted angrily.

“Shut up!!!111’” Lumpkin roared.

“Foolish ignoramuses!!!!!!” yielded Voldemort from his broomstick. “Thou shall all dye soon.”

“Think again you fucking muggle poser!!!!!1” Harry yelled and then he and Diablo and Navel both took out blak guns! But Voldimort took out his own one.

“U guyz are in a Latin stand-of!!!!!!!111” I shouted despariedrly.

“Acco Nevel’s wand!!!11” cried Voldrimort nd suddenly Nevil’s wind was in his hands. “Now I shall kill thee all and Evony u will die!!!!!!!!11111”

He maid lighting come all over da place.

“Save us Ebony!” Dumbledark cried.

I cried sexily I just wanted 2 go 2 the commen room and slit my wrists with mi friends while we watched Shark Attak 3 and Saw 2 and do it with Draco but I knew I had 2 do somefing more impotent.

“ABRA KEDABRA!!!!!!!!!!!11111” I shooted.

And Vold’s body dissappeared in de flames.

We all screamed in apawwards of the gawrsh of tings, including my mom. The picture is going 2 the conney island island museum.

Leon the Loor enspeakd for himself. “Ah, mein freunde, wunderbar! Ganz normal schon! Ich glaube solltet es schon nehmen, dass das gesagt, dass er von Hargrid tatsächlich mal hätte sein kommen müsste, kurz gesagt, aus Geschwindigkeit gebe, ganz kurz gesagt, dass er meinem von Hargrid sehen kann, obwohl ich meinen von Hargrid sehen kann; nämlich dass er meinem von Hargrid sehen kann. Ich glaube nicht, dass er es gar könnte sehen! Ich glaube es ist, dass er es nicht könnte sehen. (And he broke the news to my friends of It )

“At FANG’S HEARTS!!!111”

And Waffle Jenkins is now in the hospitalfriends.

Bobby, on the other hand, saw a lot of bubbles, a lot of dead deeboyz. And a lot of lying sozinos

And the ‘Train of Thought’ is nothing more than a human-shaped helium balloon drifting through the air.

Bobby is the worst brother in the world. And he’s had his share of deeboyz. But it’s not his fault; he’s on a time loop.

And the time loop is over. Now, for the first time in 9 years, he’s seeing an alert, blathering man on a stick:

NOTE: For those who cannot scroll up, the alert you are reading is for the FANG’S HEARTS movie

Bobby: I’m gonna murder him.

Princess Buttercup: YEH, BUFFY, HEY SISTERS!

*BADASS MOMENT*

So while we’re waiting, let’s play Memory Games. Remember Twilight! YEAH I DO. I love Twilight and read all the books and stuff

YEAH, U GOT TO TAKE MY PICKS

LET’S GET STARTED

SAVAGE

LOSER

SINS OF THE PAST

FREAK

SUNRISE

THIS WAY TO SAVAGE

HIT YA

TO HELL WITH YOU

MISSING

MISSING HEART

WILD, AM I!

MISSING HEART

DEAD END, MY HEART

DEAD END I SWEAR TO EVERYTHING I AM

FIND ME ASSHOLE

BADBOT

ROBOT

GOOD MORNING

ASS OF RAGE

MOTHERFUCKER

BOO

DEAD END

FANG’S HEARTS

I BITE MY OWN LEG

COMMON MISTAKE

THE SHITTY END

DEAD END THE SHITTY END SHITTY END

MOMENTUM

DON’T FLOAT FAST

LONGEST HALF-HOUSE ENDING EVER

MISSING HEART

FAILURE

WHICH MAN

SO WHICH SISTER

MISSING HEART

MISSING HEART

MISSING HEART

MISSING HEART

…

Bobby: I’m going to kill him.

Princess Buttercup: YEH, BUFFY, HEY SISTERS!

*BADASS MOMENT*

And that, for my beloved Princess Buttercup’s golden birthday, is how you ride a roller coaster. “This guy’s going on a roller coaster.”

Now that you’ve all been adequately terrified, let’s go to the pics and shut up for a bit.

And, thank you all for coming. I’ll have another EP and then some other fun stuff by Christmas.

(Yeah, then you’ll die… it’s a long story)

See you all in a bit,

wafflejenkins

P.S. If you’re curious about how this story has unfolded, the one below shows the first time Waffle ever made an appearance.

Then the second time. And now a 3rd time…

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This sure was a wild ride. Tara turned into wafflejenkins for some reason. dunno how that happened.

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part 54

not to cause anyone any emotional distress and/or trauma but harry definitely likes to make out with you when you're both naked and he settles you on his lap, tucking himself between your lower lips so he can feel how wet you are :( he moves back and forth slowly, sliding easily from how soaked you are, and smirking at how you whimper every time he nudges against your clit :( he just likes the teasing feeling and how much it makes you whine :( and he always does this to tease before he fucks you :(( having you tucked against the sensitive underside, rubbing on him slowly to show him you're wet enough :( he refuses to put it in until he decides you're ready for him :( until then he just makes you tease yourself until you're losing your mind :(

him standing over a terrified woman, blood on his face, making her look so small as he leans closer 🤕 he says something like "don't be scared...." and leans even closer to lick a drop of blood off her face 🤕 he says "I'm not going to hurt you... unless you give me a reason to" and his voice is so low and soft and fake comforting 🤕 I need to see him as a psycho so fucking bad or I'll die

ooooh yes the "bimbo" 😏 who is suspiciously not around when ppl are getting picked off 😏 who always comforts his girl friends when they're sobbing over their friend who just got killed 😏 saying "it's all going to be alright" as they cry on his shoulder 😏 but he's staring off into the distance and right before the screen goes black his lips turn up in a little smirk 😏 and it all culminates in him coming after his "best friend", giving very much scream with the mask and all 😏 god im so into this help

oh no 🤕 the old fashioned video recorder on their secluded cabin honeymoon 🤕 starts with them giggling and kissing and him setting up the camera on their nightstand to record a little "home movie" 🤕 them being so so happy and rolling around on the bed while they kiss 🤕 then exactly like Kelsea said it just starts to get a little creepy 🤕 she starts hearing weird noises and seeing shadows but he gaslights her and shuts her up with kisses 🤕and he's a little mean, knowing she's all on edge but he still sneaks up behind her to scare her just so he can laugh and hug her 🤕 then the rest of it is just like Kelsea said, she's on the ground injured and out comes harry who's supposed to be dead, but here he is standing over her and smiling🤕 crouching down and wiping a little smear of blood off her face, shushing her whimpers and saying "it's all going to be over soon, just close your eyes baby" and then he reaches for the camera, and all we see is one last smirk from him and we hear her terrified gasp before it all goes dark 🤕

THE BIMBO THAT ACCIDENTALLY OUTLIVES EVERYONE OMG YES YES YES HES JUST SO STUPID THAT THE KILLER'S LITTLE TRICKS AND GAMES DONT WORK ON HIM BC HES JUST ABSOLUTELY CLUELESS I LOVE THIS???? HE HEARS SCARY NOISES IN THE BASEMENT AND HES JUST LIKE "HM WEIRD OH WELL IM JUST GONNA GO STAY WITH MY MOM :D" AND HE DOESNT EVEN REALIZE ALL THE FREAKY SHIT HAPPENING HE JUST WALTZES THROUGH LIFE AND THE MOVIE AS COMEDIC RELIEF

when bestie harry finds out you like him he would be sooooooooooooo horribly pesty 😋 he's all "ooooooooh my girl has a crush on me" and making you blush 😋 h wraps his arms around you so you can't run off and whispers "it's a good thing I have a crush on you too" and he probably licks your cheek bc he's just a freak 😋he would be kissing your cheek first but you keep turning away just to bug him so finally he grabs your jaw with his other hand and holds you in place so he can give you a big lick 😋 you're squirming and going "ew ew eeeeeeewwwwww" and he's just all "youuuuuu love it😁"

no no no no no........ casual fwbs who are mostly just besties 😵‍💫 he notices you're stressed so he's like "come here babe, let me rub your back" and you know what that's going to lead to 😵‍💫 soon you let out a quiet little moan bc he's so good at this, and he freezes before he's moving off you and saying "flip over sweet girl" and he kisses you before you can say anything 😵‍💫 you're pulling at his shirt to get him closer so he moves back on top of you, grinding down on you to relieve some of the pressure building up 😵‍💫 you can't help but moan then, raising your hips to meet his 😵‍💫 he says right up against your lips "how bout we relieve some more of that stress?" and crawls down to lay with his face between your legs 😵‍💫

and for a while all the touching you do is over the clothes which makes it feel so much more dirty and secretive 🤕after he makes you cum he kisses you, smirking and saying "you're going to need some new panties, think you soaked right through those ones" 🤕

OHHHHHH no he loves to use your toys on you 🤕 he finds your secret stash one day while you're in the shower and when you get out he's sitting on the bed just messing with all of them 🤕 your eyes go wide and you rush to take them out of his hands but he just grabs your wrist and says "ah ah ah... wanna tell me what you've got here sweet girl?" and your cheeks are burning when you say "not particularly..." but he just pulls you closer saying "I think you're a liar... i think you've been thinking about this ever since I first asked you what you like" and you can barely think but you stammer out "maybe?" and he looks sooooo cocky 🤕 he pulls you to sit on his lap, and he picks up one of your vibrators 🤕 he says "now what's this little number?" and switches it on, then giggles at how strong it is 🤕 he says "wanna show me how you use this?" and you're so embarrassed but also so turned on 🤕 finally you nod and he's smiling so big, he adjusts you so he's sitting with his back against the headboard and your back is to his chest, his legs spread to fit you between them so you'll be totally surrounded by him 🤕 he puts the toy in your hand and says "alright then, show me" and leans a little so he can watch over your shoulder 🤕 or maybe you have a mirror across from your bed, and he grips your jaw and lifts your head so you have to look 🤕 he turns his head to kiss your neck and whispers "don't be shy, show me how you like it" and watches when you move to press it against your clit 🤕 you gasp at how intense it already feels, leaning back against his strong chest and you know he's got you 🤕 your head leans on his shoulder, and he can see your legs straining to close so he hooks his own legs over yours to keep them open 🤕 you're letting out the prettiest sounds bc it feels so good, and he's whispering in your ear like "doing such a good job for me baby, you're close aren't you?" and all you can do is nod 🤕 he's so so obsessed with how you're trembling a bit, and your moans are getting closer and closer together and he knows you're almost there 🤕 he reaches his hands up to thumb over your nipples so gently, really just a little tease over your shirt, but apparently that's all you needed bc you're arching your back and letting go 🤕 with your head on his shoulder and his hands on your chest, surrounded by him just like he wanted 🤕you're breathing so heavy as you come down, and he's nosing along your neck, kissing every so often 🤕 he reaches down and closes his hand over the vibrator and says "my turn?" and you laugh breathlessly saying "give me a minute" and he smiles against your skin and says "whatever my girl wants" 🤕

kissing bestierry at a nye party 😋 neither of you have a date (and you maybe definitely did that on purpose 😋) and he subtly makes sure he's the closest person to you when the ball drops 😋 you've never kissed like that before, but he's kissed your cheek and he knows it will be okay so when the ball drops you look around for a second before he puts one hand on your cheek and looks at you 😋 your eyes drop to his lips for just a second and then come back up, and you give him a tiny nod and then his lips are on yours 😋 it's just a short little kiss, and when he pulls away he's pecking you a few timss and murmuring "happy new year" 😋 then you're hanging on each other all night, as the party starts dying down you lean up to whipser in his ear "will you come back to my place?" and he's like 😋yes of course😋 even tho he's not completely sure what you mean, but then you say "good, because I want to kiss you again" and his eyes go wide for a second before he's ushering you out the door 😋

harry knows you get a little jealous seeing him be romantic w other people (even acting) so he makes sure to give it to you extra good that night 😋doing alllll the things he knows you like and loving on you so good 😋

yes I'm so afraid he likes to go slow during sex to find out exactly what you like 🤕 like anon said he fingers you so he can be sure he knows where your g spot is 🤕 just spending so much time getting acquainted with your body so he knows just how to make you fall apart 🤕 he definitely makes you cum several times, until you're too tired to give him any more and then he figures out what you need for aftercare 🤕and i fear he never shuts his mouth 🤕 you're constantly hearing "yeah? liking that, pretty girl?" and "that feel nice?" and "how about when I do this?" he's so 🤕🤕🤕

being pretty inexperienced when you start dating harry, and one day when you're kissing you tell him how little you've actually done and he's backing off right away, apologizing for trying to move so fast, but you shake your head and grab his hands to keep him close 😌 he looks into your eyes, asking silently what you want, and you breathe "teach me, teach me how to do it and his lips are back on yours before you can even blink😌

can't stop thinking about how filthy Harry is 🤕 before he goes down on you he uses his thumbs to spread you open so he can just look 🤕 probably blowing some cold air on you just to see you flinch and whine 🤕 dragging his fingers up and down soooo lightly just to tease and feel how wet you are 🤕 when you try to move he just lays a heavy arm across your stomach to keep you still 🤕 and when he finally leans in to lick you you're close in seconds 🤕 but he's not ready to let you cum yet, so he moves away from your clit and focuses more on where you're dripping for him 🤕 he just wants to taste every bit of you 🤕 he's pushing his tongue inside and you nearly scream from how good it feels, and he tightens his grip on your hips bc he knows you'll be squirming around 🤕 then finally he kisses his way back up to your clit with messy, open mouth kisses, basically just making out with you, and sucks the sensitive nerves into his mouth 🤕 he's flicking his tongue against it and moaning from how turned on he is, and before you know it you're tensing up and cumming on his tongue 🤕

staying at Harry's for the first time and you're a little nervous and he can tell 😔 you're watching a movie and he can see you're getting sooooo tired but maybe a little too nervous to let him know you're ready for bed, so he just tightens his arm around you and gestures for you to lay your head on his chest 😔 hes playing with your hair gently and he says "you can go to sleep if you're tired, hm? I can turn this off if you want" and you just say "no it's okay you can leave it on" but 5 minutes later you're out 😔 he's so happy knowing you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep that easily 😔

one thing about harry is that he would be completely pussy whipped before you even sleep together 😌 he's got the biiiiiiggest crush on you and it's so entirely obvious to everyone even tho he thinks he's being subtle 😌 and when you start dating ? ooooh boy he's done for 😌 he does anything and everything for you, from refilling your drink at a party to cooking meals for you after your long day of classes 😌 he also loves to buy you stuff, to the point where you're telling him it's too much but he doesn't care 😌 he just has the biggest crushy crush and doesn't know how to handle it 😌

harry talking against your lips while he kisses you 🤕 we got a tiny taste of this in the trailer and it made me orgasm so fast 🤕 he's always smooching you and saying stuff like "gonna be a good girl for me?" and he keeps his lips on yours cause he can't bear to pull away 🤕 or "my pretty little wife" during your first private kiss after you're officially married 🤕 "my sweet girl, love you so much" 🤕 throwing up rn

no bc he would say "come on pretty girl" with the most evil smirk on his face as he lays down 🤕 guiding you up his chest and you know exactly what he wants 🤕 you plant your hands on his shoulders at first saying "I don't know if- i can't-" and he just says "come on baby, just wanna taste you, just let me make you feel good" and helps you get settled 🤕 you're holding yourself up a bit but he grips your thighs and pulls you down all the way against him 🤕 looping his arms around your legs so you can't pull away 🤕 he moans against you, just so turned on to have you like this 🤕 you glance down and his eyes are open and focused on yours, and you can see his mouth working 🤕 that's just too much to see right then, so your head tips back and your fingers tangle in his hair as you start to move your hips a little 🤕 and he can't get enough of you fucking yourself on his face, i honestly think he would cum from that 🤕

no offense guys but harry would make you cum more than once bc he's so obsessed with how wet and swollen you get 🤕 he's tracing his fingers over the sensitive skin saying "gonna give me one more?" and you're nearly sobbing from how overwhelming it all is but you're not ready to be done yet 🤕 he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your clit and he just loves the little scream you let out 🤕

thinking about being in the studio with bestierry and you make a comment or mention something that gives him a fabulous idea for a song or something and he's immediately like "wait wait nobody say anything, write that down" or "everyone shut up let me record a voice note" and a few minutes later when he's figured out this idea more he comes over and grabs your face and just plants one on you 🤭 he says "you are WONDERFUL" and gets back to work, meanwhile you're blushing and trying to process what just happened 🤭 and then youre trying so hard not to let it get to your head, you know he's an affectionate weirdo with everyone so you're acting like everything is fine but then that night when everyone is packing up he says "you coming to mine? there's a movie I've been wanting to watch" so you nod and follow him out to his car 😌 then when you're on the couch together he says "i have to tell you something" and you're sitting up, heart pounding already but you're trying to play it cool when you ask what's up and he lets out a deep breath before saying "I have a crush on you" and your eyes go wide but he keeps talking 😌 he says "I've liked you since forever so... um, yeah" and you're like ????? but he's all "i kissed you today, how is this a surprise?" and you're like "you kiss everyone!?!" and he says "yeah but it was different with you 🙄" as if it's so obvious 😭 then he says "maybe I should kiss you again, really drive the point home" and you're more than down for that 😌

watching the red carpet stuff go on from your hotel room bc you're too nervous to be seen in public with harry since your relationship has been private so far, but the second he get back you're absolutely jumping on him 😌 murmuring "you looked so fucking good out there, i almost couldn't wait for you to get back" and he groans when you kiss his neck, gripping your hips saying "but you did, right? you were a good girl and waited for me?" and you nod 😌 he says "such a good girl, why don't we take care of that? i think you've waited long enough" and he's pushing you down on the bed before he sinks to his knees 😌

he's so big and strong and masculine and he probably smells so good im wet rn just thinking about him coming back to the hotel, unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt bc they've been bugging him all day, and coming over to give his girl a kiss 😵‍💫 he says "missed you today" and walks you backwards toward the bed 😵‍💫 you don't respond, you're too busy trying to get more of his shirt undone, but he grabs your wrists and waits until you look up at him, then says "did you miss me too?" and you nod so fast, unable to break his intense eye contact 😵‍💫 he says "why don't you show me? touch yourself, show me how wet you got for me while I was out" and his voice is stern letting you know that he's in charge tonight 😵‍💫 he's so close to you that he's all you can focus on, you can't think about anything but him and how good he looks and smells and probably tastes, but he's not gonna let you have what you want until you give him what he wants so you shakily say "i will, I'll do whatever you want me to do" and he smiles saying "that's what i like to hear" as he releases your hands 😵‍💫 he sits down on the chair across from the bed so he can have a good view as you spread your legs and get to work 😵‍💫he says "just want you touching, but you better not make yourself cum, that's my job" and you know it's going to be a long night 😵‍💫

thinking about showering with harry 😋 he's tripping over himself to wash you, and he refuses to use a cloth he wants to use his hands 😋 he spends 90% of his time on your boobs and what about it 😋 then when you're done he's wrapping you in a towel and handing you one of his big shirts and that's it, and you're like "and where are the rest of my clothes?" and he just says "you don't need them 😋"

usually you turn your head to the side when Harry's going down on you bc it's grounding to feel the pillow and bc it's just too much to look at him, but one night he reaches up and grabs your jaw, turning your head to face him again and saying "I've had about enough of that, you look at me when I'm touching you" and his voice is all stern 🤕 and any time you look away he stops 🤕

i think Harry likes edging you and he's so so mean but also soft 🤕 you're on your third or fourth round of the night and you're losing your mind, tears on your face just wanting to cum so bad 🤕 he strokes your cheek gently and says "I know baby, it's so much hm? you're being such a good girl for me though, I know you can take a few more" and he just keeps going 🤕 he even says "I know you want to finish, but i just love seeing my pretty girl like this, and needy and desperate for me... and if you cum that all goes away, so I'm not quite done with you yet" 🤕

and sometimes you want to see how fast you can get him there 🤭 so you're doing allllll the things he likes, squeezing down on him as hard as you can and whispering dirty words in his ear, letting out the prettiest little whines and even reaching down to play with his balls 🤭 soon he's gritting his teeth and gripping your hips saying "you have to- you have to stop or I'll cum" and you whisper "i want you to" and squeeze a little harder 🤭

being super inexperienced when you start dating harry, and when you finally tell him he's so nice about it 😔 saying it doesnt bother him at all, and he'll go at whatever pace you need 😔 then one day youre doing some kissing and you push your hips down against his and he lets out the neediest moan and says "such a good girl" and that makes you blush so hard 🤕 he says "ohhh you liked that hm? I'll keep that in mind 😌" and he's so smug being the first person to know what you like 🤕

harry perfects your coffee order on the very first try of getting it for you, and he brings it to you all 😁 and you take a sip and say "wowwwww you got it all right!" and he says "of course I did 😌" and you take another drink, nodding bc it's good 😌 he says "now i think that complicated coffee earned me a complicated kiss" which is his way of saying "make out with me for 3 hours while we grind on each other"

[singledarkshade]

Street Rats

Summary: Rip saw Jonas, cold and alone running along a street that Rip recognised. A street he himself had run along as a child. Jonas was alive and Rip knew exactly where he was. Author’s Note: For those who wanted the full story of how Rip found his son in Study Aid.                                ********************************************* “I would really like to see my wife and son again.”

Rip’s own words echoed around his mind as he faced the Time Demon, feeling the energy from the core surrounding him. He felt the vibration from his courier, the core exploded, a portal opened below him, and he fell.

The moment he entered the portal, Rip realised his mistake with the calculations (to be fair he’d had very little time to make them) and found himself in a bubble within the time stream. His vision was filled with the people he’d loved, the people he missed and unbidden a smile touched his lips at some of the memories he was viewing.

Suddenly he saw Jonas, cold and alone running along a street that Rip recognised. A street he himself had run along as a child. Focussing on the scene, Rip realised that there was another child with his son, and he stared in amazement.

Jonas was alive and Rip knew exactly where he was.

Just as he had this realisation, Rip landed with a thud on the floor of his base. Rip took a deep breath and stood stunned by the discovery his son was alive.

Shaking himself Rip headed to his workshop calling.

“Geoffrey?”

“Yes, Captain Hunter,” the AI replied.

“Has Gideon contacted you?” he demanded, “Did the Legends stop Mallus?”

“They have,” Geoffrey replied, “She wants confirmation you are safe.”

Rip nodded, “Tell her I’m fine and I will contact her soon, but I have something to do first.”

Ignoring Geoffrey’s confirmation Rip changed quickly into something that would be a little less conspicuous for where he was heading and grabbed some money from that time period. He programmed the courier and opened a portal to where he knew would be private, hoping that it wouldn’t take him too long to locate his son.

 -

 A week had passed, and Rip was getting frustrated. He should have known it wouldn’t be easy, the kids were a network and if one of their own was being looked for then that one would be impossible to find.

He needed a different plan.

 -

 Jonas knew he was in a different time than the one he’d grown up in. His mum and dad didn’t talk about it much in front of him, but Jonas knew his daddy travelled in time. After his mummy had fallen then the bad man came, Jonas saw a gun pointed at him before he fell and woke up in an alley. Scared, Jonas tried to find someone he knew realising quickly this wasn’t the same world he’d been in.

Walking carefully, he dodged around the people in the streets. Knowing he had to eat, Jonas spotted a man with a small bag that had coins in it, and he walked towards him. Mummy didn’t know but Daddy had taught Jonas how to pick pockets. He’d never done it without his daddy there but had to so he could be fine for when Daddy came to find him.

Carefully Jonas slid his hand into the man’s pocket and drew the small bag out before he walked in the opposite direction.

“That was good,” a voice said making Jonas turn to find another boy just a little taller than him standing there, “Never seen you before.”

Worried Jonas clenched his fists.

“Are you alone?” the boy asked, “Or working for someone?”

“Alone,” Jonas said.

The boy nodded, “Did you run away?”

“My mummy died,” Jonas whispered, and the other boy grimaced.

“I’m Harry,” the boy told him, “Come on, I have somewhere you can stay. We have a space since Michael disappeared.”

Jonas frowned, “Michael?”

“He was one of us,” Harry shrugged, “Disappeared a few months ago. You look a bit like ‘im.”

Something tickled the back of his mind and Jonas nodded, “Will the others let me in?”

“If I speak for you,” Harry told him.

 -

 Jonas followed Harry and Davy through the streets, their job was to distract while Jonas stole purses. He was the smallest but had the nimblest fingers of them all since the kid who had disappeared. He’d been here two years, according to the dates he saw on the newspapers and Jonas wondered if he would ever return to where he came from.

“There you are,” Tony, the leader of the group said when they arrived back at the abandoned house they were staying in, “Someone is looking for Jonas. Matty overheard him asking someone about you.”

“Who is he?” Harry demanded, protective of Jonas as always.

Tony shrugged, “The twins tried to check but he caught them trying to pick his pockets.”

“Are they okay?” Jonas asked worriedly for the two little kids.

“He told them they weren’t soft enough,” Tony laughed, “And to practice more before they try again.”

“Whoever he is,” Harry said, “Jonas has to stay off the streets till he gives up.”

Everyone nodded while Jonas frowned. He didn’t like having to hide away, he was the best at stealing, and they would have less to share if he couldn’t help.

 -

 It had been two weeks since Jonas had been forced to hide because someone was looking for him. He wondered who it was, having given up a long time ago that anyone who had loved him was alive.

And he was scared that it was the bad man who was looking for him.

Because he couldn’t leave, Jonas helped look after the younger kids who lived on the streets with them. He hated that they had never known what it was like to have had parents like he had because even though they’d been taken from him, Jonas knew he was lucky to have had them.

“Jonas,” Matthew called suddenly, “Someone is coming.”

“One of us?” Jonas asked.

Matthew shook his head fearfully, “A grown up.”

Panic filled the room, no adults knew where they were and the entrance was hard to find unless you knew how to. Jonas took a deep breath and looked at the others staring up at him afraid.

“Okay,” he told them, “Matthew, get everyone into the tunnels and I’ll lead him away.” “No,” Annie grabbed his arm, “He’s after you.”

Jonas gave her a smile, “Then he’ll follow me.”

As Matthew motioned the other kids to follow him, Jonas headed the other way. There was another entrance to the tunnels which an adult wouldn’t be able to get through and if Jonas made it there then he’d be safe. Running out the factory, Jonas dodged around the people in the streets making sure he wasn’t noticed. Jonas slipped into the alley just behind the bakery and stopped to take a breath. He just had to get to the tunnels a few streets away on the other side of the alley.

Halfway along the alley, Jonas heard footsteps behind him and glanced round seeing a tall figure appear. He was about to run when he heard the call.

“Jonas!!”

Freezing at the voice he hadn’t heard in so long, Jonas turned slowly and stared at the man standing there.

“Daddy?” he whispered staring in amazement at the man he never thought he’d see again.

Suddenly Jonas was swept up into his daddy’s arms and hugged tightly.

 -

 Rip couldn’t believe it as he finally held his son in his arms, after a few moments he pushed Jonas back and checked him.

“Are you okay, little man?” he asked searching for any broken bones or injuries, “Have you been hurt?”

“I’m fine, Daddy,” Jonas told him, “The others looked after me.”

Rip smiled, “Let me guess, Harry, Tony and Maria?”

Jonas nodded surprised, “How do you know their names?”

Stroking his son’s hair back, Rip replied, “Because they were once my friends.” Standing Rip offered Jonas his hand, “Come on. I’m taking you somewhere safe.”

“What about the others?” Jonas asked.

“I promise that I will look after them,” Rip assured him, “I just need to organise a few things first.”

Opening the portal to the Waverider, Rip led Jonas through.

“Master Hunter?” Gideon’s amazed voice filled the empty bridge.

Jonas held onto Rip’s hand tightly before whispering, “Hello, Gideon.”

“It is so good to see you,” Gideon told him, “My dearest Jonas. I am so happy to have you back onboard once more.”

Rip smiled before he turned to his son, “Go and have a shower, Gideon will give you some clean clothes while I make some arrangements to help the others. Okay?”

Jonas nodded but hugged Rip once more before he followed the pathway of lights Gideon used to lead him to a room where he could have a shower and get changed.

Once he was sure Jonas was out of hearing range, Rip broke down and began to cry. His relief and pain spilling forth as he leaned against the central console.

“Captain,” Gideon’s gentle voice came after a few moments.

“I’m fine, Gideon,” he assured her as he wiped his eyes, “Just needed to let that out.”

Gideon’s hologram appeared before him, “Are you sure?”

“Once I have him settled then I’ll be fine,” Rip promised, “First I need you to locate me a house. Somewhere close to the network and a good school.”

“I have an idea which I will get to work on now,” Gideon advised, “Do you wish me to contact Captain Parks of your impending visit?”

Rip shook his head, “Best if I just appear. Means she can’t have a weapon on standby.”

                                 *********************************************

 Rip held his son’s hand as they walked towards the row of shops, he was nervous about this meeting but knew it was needed. Walking through the door, the woman sitting behind the desk turned and whatever she was about to say died instantly.

“Hello, Alexandra,” Rip said softly, “I’d like you to meet my son…”

“Jonas,” she breathed in amazement.

Rip felt Jonas grip him tighter in fear as he himself tensed.

“You won’t remember,” she continued, “But we met once, Jonas. You were in the park with your mother.” Alexandra looked up at Rip, “I promised her I would never let anyone know of him.”

“Thank you,” Rip said before continuing, “I’m here for a reason. I need to talk to the network.”

Alexandra tilted her head, “You know you’re not their favourite person.”

“That’s nothing new,” Rip replied, “But I have something that I need their help with.”

With a nod, Alexandra stood and touched a panel on the wall behind her before she sent a message. She waited a moment before turning to Rip, “From what I’ve heard you no longer need a ship to travel.”

“Just the co-ordinates,” Rip replied.

Keeping a hold of Jonas, Rip used his courier and took them to the meeting room where the former Time Masters who had settled in this time period around the world were coming to listen to him. He knew he wasn’t well liked but this wasn’t for him.

As the room filled, Jonas moved closer to Rip who kept his arm around his son.

“Hunter,” Flynn stated as he stepped forward, “I didn’t expect to see you ever again.”

Rip shrugged, “I try to keep as low profile as possible these days.”

“Why are you here,” Kane asked.

“This is my son, Jonas,” Rip introduced, even though it went against every fibre of his being to do so, “Until a few hours ago, he was living on the streets with a group of children who I won’t leave to die there.”

Alexandra frowned, “What are proposing?”

“I checked with Gideon and removing them wouldn’t be detrimental to the timeline,” Rip explained, “So I have two suggestions that I would like to put before you.”

Flynn motioned to him, “You have the floor, Hunter.”

“These children are not what the Time Masters would believe as worthy to be trained,” Rip explained, “But they are all amazing kids who survive on their wits and the camaraderie they share. I suggest either someone takes a house in their time giving them a place of safety together, or perhaps some of you would also wish to be parents. I can vouch for it being the best thing in the world.”

Rip watched the group muse over this, noticing some look at Jonas clinging to him, “Once a decision is made Jonas and I will talk with them.”

“How about another option,” a woman Rip didn’t recognise said.

“Deena Willis,” Alexandra told him when he glanced at her.

Rip nodded, “What other option is there?”

“All Refuges were abandoned after the destruction of the Vanishing Point,” Deena explained, “It could be a place for them to be together in a safe place and perhaps those who wish to be parents can get to know the children in a neutral environment.”

“And you have access to one?” Rip asked surprised.

Deena nodded, “Refuge Delta, where I grew up. It’s completely intact and with a few volunteers we can give them something we never had as children,” she glanced at Jonas before smiling, “A safe happy place to grow up to be whatever they want to be.”

 -

 Jonas kept a hold of his daddy’s hand as they walked towards the factory where most of the children stayed each night.

“Let him go,” a snarl came suddenly and several of the others appeared all holding knives ready to protect their friend.

Before Jonas could say anything, his daddy knelt and smiled, “Hello Harry, it’s good to see you again.”

Jonas saw confusion cover the boy’s face before he asked, “Who’re you?”

“I’m Jonas’ father,” his daddy said, “But you knew me long before that. When I was called Michael.”

Harry frowned, “What?”

Jonas watched his daddy lift his hand and show a small scar just above his wrist in the shape of a triangle, a scar he’d got when he was a boy.

“That can’t be,” Harry said in disbelief, “You can’t be Michael.”

“I am,” his daddy smiled, “I’m so grateful to you for protecting Jonas all this time and I want to make sure you’re all safe. Come with us and we will take you to a place similar to where I grew up, where you will have enough to eat along with safe places to sleep at night.”

Harry stared at him, “What if we don’t want to come?”

“Then I’ll make sure there is a safe place here for you,” his daddy promised, “You protected me, you protected my son so let me protect you.”

                                 *********************************************

 Rip smiled as he tucked his son into bed in his new bedroom in the house Gideon had set up for them. It was close to Parks, he wasn’t sure yet if it was a good or bad thing, in an excellent school district and was similar to Miranda’s house.

“I have something for you,” Rip said, before handing Jonas the teddy bear that Rip kept hidden on the Waverider for whenever his son was onboard.

Jonas smiled holding his bear close to him.

“Now,” Rip said softly, “Go to sleep and I’ll make you your favourite breakfast in the morning.”

“Daddy,” Jonas called before Rip could leave the room.

“Yes?”

Jonas looked up at him worriedly, “Are the others okay?”

“Do you remember your Grandma Mary’s house?” Rip asked, kneeling by his son’s side once more. When Jonas nodded, he continued, “Well for now they’re staying in a place just like that and they can either stay there or one of the others who used to work with me might become their mum or dad.”

“Can I see them?” Jonas asked.

Rip smiled, “I promise we’ll visit soon. Once you and they have settled into your new homes.”

Smiling Jonas nodded before he yawned.

“Now go to sleep, my little man,” Rip kissed his son’s forehead, “And I’ll see you in the morning.”

“I love you, Daddy,” Jonas murmured as his eyes closed.

Rip smiled as he tucked Jonas in again, “I love you too.”

[fkyumerica]

Jan 19, 2024, 6:50 PM

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[love-strawberry]

bitch, you're my soulmate

summary : in which they take the next step and break the internet.

pairing : ben barnes x reader

warnings : language

author's note : hiiiiiiiiii is was requested by the lovely @mrs-brekker15 and is kinda inspired for one of my harry styles social media fic but enjoy !!!

tagged : @mrs-brekker15

part i

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[watchmegetobsessed]

SAFE AND SOUND

a/n: this one took a little longer to write, but im so happy its finally finished! its not what i originally planned, i started a whole different plot but hated it so started again, but i might go back to the first story, so maybe more bodyguard!harry content is gonna come! anyway, hope you’ll enjoy this one!

pairing: Bodyguard!Harry X Reader

warning: use of weapon (no one dies), mentioning of cancer (no one is sick), sexual content

word count: 9.1k

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“This is not up for discussion, Y/N. What you are doing and what you are about to achieve soon might upset a lot of people that hold great power. We can’t just assume you’ll be fine, walking around like anyone else in the world.”

Your boss, Julian explains it to you, leaning onto his desk, trying his best to keep his cool about your protest to get you a guard to watch out for you and keep you safe. It’s been an ongoing struggle and fight you two have been having these past weeks and it became a burning situation since you’ve made some major progress in your project.

“I’m not some kind of royalty to have security with me all the time,” you grumble rolling your eyes.

“Not just royalties have guards, Y/N. Just accept it, that you’re valuable, your work is very important not just to our company but to the whole world. Do you not realize how big it is? You are close to having the cure to cancer, Y/N! You can easily get a Nobel-prize for that!”

“I know that it’s important, but no one knows me, no one will see me on the street and know who I am or what I do!”

“It’s not about the people on the street. The world is a dark place, darker than you could imagine. Please, just… I want to know that you’re safe.”

Staring back at him with your arms folded on your chest you contemplate his words. You can see the rationality in his words, it’s just that you don’t want to break your routine, you don’t want people around you all the time, you don’t want to end your privacy like that. But Julian is right, your work is important and there have already been a few attempts to steal your researches, but they miserably failed. However that doesn’t mean they will be stopped the next time as well.

“One guard,” you speak up. “Just one. I’m not gonna have a whole fucking team,” you tell him raising your eyebrows. He lets out a relieved sigh, a tiny smile tugging on his lips.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Reaching out to the phone he presses the buzzer that signals to his assistant, Monica outside and a few moments later she walks in, accompanied with a tall, suited man, his green eyes immediately falling to you upon entering the room.

“Y/N, I took the courage to pick him out for you myself. This is Harry Styles, the best you can find in the city if not in the country,” Julian introduces him as he pushes himself away from his giant mahogany desk, walking closer to the man as they shake hands firmly. You stand up from the armchair you’ve been sinking into these past ten minutes and unsurely hold out your hand to the man.

“Harry Styles, pleasure to meet you,” he introduces himself, a thick British accent lacing through his voice and the way his green irises stare back at you, you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. Mr. Styles is undeniably the most charming and handsome man you’ve ever met, with his perfectly carved cheekbones and chiseled jawline, pink lips and those enchanting green eyes framed by his thick lashes. There’s something in his appearance, something feminine, but still, he holds so much masculinity at the same time, it’s hard not to be enamored by him.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you mumble your name, shaking his hand slightly before letting go of it.

“Details about your cooperation have already been discussed with the security agency and us, but of course, your word is what counts, so we’ll walk over the whole plan with you as well,” Julian explains to you and you nod shortly.

The three of you move to the conference room and the next hour goes by with working those so called details out, some of them are ridiculous, some of them you can get used to, at the end you are left with a somewhat bearable plan, but one thing is for sure. Harry Styles will be a big part of your life from now on.

THREE MONTHS LATER

The tiny pack of sugar tears open in your hands, but you put too much effort into it so the countertop is now covered with the content of the pack instead of ending up in your paper cup.

“Fuck,” you growl, dumping the empty pack into the trash before grabbing another one, hoping it won’t end up the same way.

“Let me help you,” a smooth, male voice speaks up next to you and Harry grabs the pack from your hands as he places his own coffee to the counter. You let him tear the pack open easily, pouring the sugar into your drink without problem before he puts the lid back to your cup.

“Thank you,” you mumble, closing your tired eyes for a split second. You’ve been overworking way too much these past weeks, it’s starting to shut your system down, but you don’t want to rest, not when you’re so close to finishing your project.

The past two weeks have been major, you finally made the progress you’ve been working towards for months now, letting you step into the last phase of your work finally. But it’s been a quite stressful time as you’ve been eager to finish as soon as possible, but that meant little to no time spent outside of your lab.

Harry shoots you a reassuring smile before you both grab your drinks and head out of the café in the direction of your workplace.

The past three months were one hell of a ride when it comes to Harry. You didn’t hide your dislike towards his continuous presence in your life, standing by your side wherever you went. It frustrated you, made you feel like you didn’t have your freedom any longer even though he never did anything to make you hate him. He was considerate, respectful and only wanted to do his job, yet you still gave him a hard time at the beginning, right until the need for his work was proved.

Two months ago someone broke into your apartment while you were out, they searched through the whole place, looking for something. Well, not just something, they were clearly interested in anything connected to your research, but luckily, you’re not dumb enough to just let these stuff lay around your home.

Even though you didn’t encounter the person responsible for it, the incident still shook your up. Knowing that someone could get into your personal space so easily, that they could have come at a time when you were home and vulnerable, it scared you. Harry was the person that eased the worry and fear in you, he took care of everything in an instant and upon his best advice, you moved to a new apartment with a higher security level. He even moved to the place next to yours so he could be as close to you as possible at all times. There was a much needed shift in your relationship after that and you didn’t see him as an intruder any longer in your life, but more as a hero.

“So would you like Italian or Mexican tonight for dinner?” Harry asks as the two of you enter the building, using your IDs you go through the massive security gates, the guards in post nodding in your way.

“Isn’t it your night to choose?” you smile at him sideways as you wait for the elevator.

“Okay, then Thai,” he smirks, making you laugh. “Hope you are not planning on eating it here again,” he gives you a warning look and you purse your lips.

“I have a lot to do, and—“

“Y/N, you need to rest sometimes,” he scolds you as if you were just a child.

“I do rest. Sometimes,” you answer with an innocent look as the elevator’s door slides open and you walk in with Harry following you right behind.

“Like once a week? Do you even sleep when you’re at home?”

“I do! Don’t make me look like I’m some kind of crazy workaholic!”

“I’m just worried about you, is all,” he sighs, giving you a hard look.

“Oh, Mr. Styles. If I didn’t know you better I would think you might have a soft spot for me,” you smirk at him teasingly before the elevator arrives to your floor and you walk out without a word. Harry just stares after you with a small smile tugging on his lips as he thinks about your words. It’s funny, especially because you both know something more than just a professional relationship has been going on between the two of you, only dancing around it as the situation is a little too complicated to address now.

It’s not like any rules are tying you down, but you would rather not mix up work with your private life. You might have feelings for Harry, but you refuse to act up on them until he is out of his duty as your personal guard.

Your days are usually the same. While you lock yourself up in your lab, working with no end, Harry stay either with you in there or he hovers around the door, keeping an eye on everyone and everything. Just the thought of his presence never fails to bring you a sense of comfort, knowing that you don’t have to worry about your safety until he is near. It might seem nerdy, but you can easily get lost in your work. It doesn’t feel like a job, growing up with parents who were excellent doctors and pharmacists themselves, you were doomed to be a science enthusiast yourself from the beginning. Learning has never been a task for you but a gift, as you liked to look at it.

Working overtime happens often because you lose touch with time easily once you get down to work. Nothing exists outside of your lab and you hardly realize how late it is until Harry usually warns you.

“I didn’t joke when I said I didn’t want to have dinner in here,” he steps into your sanctuary while you’re in the middle of running tests for the millionth time today. Pushing your glasses up to the top of your head while the machines are buzzing and whirling, you look up at him with a tired smile.

“Let me just… finish this one last test and then I promise we’ll head out.”

“Alright, but I’m watching you. No more tests,” he warns, sitting on one of the stools while you finish what you started.

Harry never really asked you about your work, for a while you weren’t even sure if he knows what you’re doing and why it’s so important. It was never discussed at the beginning and he never brought it up later either. But judging from the time he spends near you at the lab he must have picked up a few things about it surely.

The machines stop working and the tiny beeping sound signals that the results are out. You grab the long printed paper and start scanning the data, chewing on your bottom lip as you hope to find what you’ve been looking for all day. The numbers are coming in great, but it’s been like this for a while, it’s the end that never matches up with your expectations. So when you get there and see the graphs showing the result that you’ve been dreaming of since the start of the whole project years ago, your mouth falls open in disbelief even though it’s what you’ve been working for all this time.

“Oh my God,” you whisper.

“What?” Harry’s head snaps up in alert, jumping off the stool.

“I… I did it,” you breathe out, glancing up from the paper. “It’s my first time succeeding, Harry!” you start laughing, the shock taking over your whole body that you really did it this time.

“And what does that mean?”

“Come on, let me show you,” you tell him in excitement, pulling him over to the computer where you pull up all the data you’ve been working on. A virtual version of a cell comes up on the screen as you start typing, modelling what you want to show him. “This is a completely healthy cell, it’s what you are made of too, mostly,” you ass with a chuckle before another cell comes up on the screen. “And this is what cells that are affected by cancer look like.”

The difference is a lot more complicated than what you can explain to him in such a short time, but he can see it with his own eyes. The color, the shape, everything is different from the first one. Harry examines the screen and nods shortly, letting you know that he is following.

“I’ve been working on a substance that is able to not just detect the cancerous cells but it can also kill it effectively without hurting the healthy ones.”

You bring up the virtualized version of the substance you’ve been working on, a short animation showing how it can tell the two cells apart and only attack the cancerous one.

“I haven’t been able to get the numbers above 60% when it comes to succeeding in the process of selection so my whole project was about finding a solution to that. I’ve been trying to find the right substance to mix with our already existing one to solve the problem, but I haven’t been successful in it.”

“I assume until now,” Harry hum and you nod smirking.

“Yeah. The last test results came back very good, quite promising. It’s still not the end of the process, but it’s a huge step.”

“That’s great,” he smiles at you and though you know he probably understands just a fracture of the whole process, he can still figure out how important it is. “Congrats, Y/N.” “Thanks,” you breathe out, pride filling your chest as you shut the computer off. “I guess this is my cue to end the day,” you smile at him before packing up everything, getting ready to finally leave.

It’s not the first time Harry is spending the evening at your place. You often have dinner together, or watch a movie whenever you get home early enough to do that. Through the time you’ve spent together because of his job you’ve grown to be friends above everything. Good ones, in fact, which is a big deal for you since making friends has never been an easy task for you.

You bought takeout on the way home and as Harry set the table you poured yourself a glass of wine, knowing well Harry would never drink when he is on duty and he is basically working all the time he is with you, so you’re drinking alone. You both sit to the dining table, starting dinner together in a comfortable silence. It’s another thing you appreciate about Harry. He doesn’t try to talk when it’s not necessary, you hate small talk, you’d rather sit in silence than talk about something nonsense and Harry is a partner in that.

“When do you need to leave work tomorrow to get to the party on time?” he asks breaking the silence and you freeze. His eyes fall on you, examining your features for a moment before he smirks. “You forgot about it?”

“I just… thought it’s going to be next week,” you truthfully admit.

“We talked about it last week,” he smirks at you playfully. “And I told you it would be next week which is… this week.”

“I know how the days work, Harry,” you give him a look of ‘give me a break’ before you turn back to your food. “I just…”

“You just forgot it,” Harry finishes for you, and you just roll your eyes at him.

Glancing at him over the table you wonder if he’ll wear something different than is usual attire he always wears. Black suit with a white shirt underneath, the top two buttons left undone, giving you a tiny peek at the tattoos on his chest. You know those are not the only ones, you’ve seen him with the suit jacket off before, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, his whole left arm is covered in ink and you wish you’ve had the chance to take a better look at them.

Harry is such an intriguing person in a lot of different ways. He definitely likes to keep things to himself, not one to ask for attention and it’s not just because of his work, it’s his personality. However he is good with people, interacting with them, being social. A skill you haven’t really mastered yourself yet and you probably never will. He always seems to know what to say, you’ve never seen him even the slightest bit anxious or nervous before, the confidence he holds is unmatched and it makes it hard to not think about him in ways you shouldn’t be.

After dinner he helps you clean up, just like he always does before heading out, but before he could leave he stops and turns back to face you.

“Oh, a friend of mine is visiting from the UK on Sunday. I already mentioned it to you before, but I was hoping I could get the afternoon off,” he wonders and you nod right away.

“Of course! I’ll be just fine at home,” you smile at him.

“Thank you,” he smiles back before walking out of your place at last.

Because of the party in the evening you are forced to stop working early the next day. It’s weird to leave the office in broad daylight, but you know today can’t be one of those days when you end up seeing the new day in the lab.

Harry was right yesterday, you completely forgot the whole party thing, meaning you didn’t plan anything ahead and you had nothing to wear, so through the day you called your sister, Mara to help you out. She was more than happy to lend you anything you needed. She meets you at the office, beaming to spend some time with you finally. It’s not that you don’t like her company, but you are quite different, is all. Your sister didn’t get sucked into the world of science, though she definitely has the bright mind to take up on any field she would want to explore. But she was more into the world of art, having written her first fantasy novel at the ripe age of twenty, she is now a bestseller author at only twenty-nine with a bubbly personality and basically every trait you never owned yourself.

“Harry! So nice to see you again!” Mara beams at the man as the three of you meet up at the lobby.

“Hi, Mara,” Harry smiles with a tiny nod.

“Alright, I have everything you could need so let’s head to yours!” your sister cheers before you make your way out to your cars.

Arriving to your home Harry splits from the two of you, letting you to get ready in peace and also to get ready himself. Mara didn’t joke when she said she has everything you need, the trunk of her car is basically filled with clothes and shoes, there’s no chance you won’t find something to wear tonight.

She orders you to take a quick shower as she unpacks everything she brought and when you emit from a cloud of steam with a towel wrapped around your body and one on your head, Mara gets down to work.

“So do you have a date for today?” she curiously asks while she does your makeup.

“Huh, yeah, sure,” you huff ironically. “It’s just gonna be Harry and me.”

“So Harry is your date?” her ears perk up, but you’re quick to protest.

“Of course not! He comes with me everywhere,” you mumble with your eyes closed as she is doing something on your eyelids.

“But it could be a date,” she offers and you huff in disagreement.

“You know that’s not how it works, Mara.”

“You are making it more complicated than it is! No one would blame you if you just… went for it! Harry is obviously an attractive guy.”

“Then maybe you should date him,” you bite back bitterly. Growing up you weren’t the boys’ favorite, they always paid all the attention to your sister. It’s not that you blame her or them, she always had a more capturing and lively personality that attracted people naturally. But it made you wonder if there was something wrong with you, spending all your time with your nose buried in a book or doing researches for fun while Mara was out with her friends, living her best life. Even her published books were inspired by her personal life experiences.

“Y/N,” she sighs, her hands leaving your face so you open your eyes to look at her disapproving expression. “You obviously like him so I would never do that and besides that, he for sure likes you too.”

“What’s not true,” you deny right away, but then you look at her curiously. “But why would you think that?”

Mara smirks at you tilting her head to the side, seeing right through your act that you’re not interested in Harry. Of course you are, but you choose to keep it at bay for the sake of his job.

“Y/N, I see how that man watches every move you make. It’s written all over his handsome face.”

“Of course he watches my every move, that’s his job!”

“No, it’s different. You’ll see it sooner or later,” she smiles before ordering you to close your eyes again so she can finish your makeup.

Mara does wonders to your looks, the makeup look she does on you already makes a huge difference since you don’t bother to do anything on your every days. But she didn’t stop there, she made your hair look like you just stepped off of the pages of a magazine and the dress the two of you chose was the cherry on the top. The emerald green dress was tight around your curves, showing just enough of your body to be still considered modest, but also have some spice. And though there are a lot of advantages of the dress, your first and most important thought (to you at least) was how well it goes with the color of Harry’s eyes.

“I’m a genius,” Mara sighs satisfied with her work as you slip on the pair of nude heels and put your necessities into the little clutch you’re taking with you. Just when you’re gone with everything, the doorbell rings and your heart jumps in your chest, knowing that Harry is standing on the other side of the door.

“I’ll get it for you,” Mara smiles rushing to the door as you walk into the hallway, standing a few feet behind her so as she opens the front door and Harry comes into view, over Mara’s shoulder his eyes easily find your figure standing there, feeling a little awkward and self-conscious, like you are about to go to prom with your crush. Difference is that you are not a teenager anymore and you aren’t going anywhere together together. Tonight is just work for him.

But as his bright green eyes fall on your frame and you see his lips slightly part, you can’t help but allow yourself to think for a moment that it’s more than just work. That he feels the same way about it as you do. Though you don’t voice your hopes and just smile at him faintly, hoping you don’t look completely ridiculous in your outfit.

“Harry, come on in!” Mara invites him into the apartment and he walks in, wearing his usual black suit with the difference of having a tie on around his neck, his white shirt is appearing neat and crispy and his sometimes unruly curls are now gently combed back a little so his curls are not falling into his forehead.

“Hi,” you smile at him nervously fumbling with your clutch as he takes a few steps closer to you.

“Hi. You look… beautiful,” he smiles back at you a little breathlessly as he takes a respectful look down your body before his green irises meet your gaze again.

“Thank you. You look great too,” you chuckle softly. “Should we… head out?”

“Yeah, sure!” he nods, offering you his arm and you link your arm with his instantly, hoping you won’t trip in your heels. “Lock the door when you leave, Mara, alright?” you call out to your sister who is watching you smiling.

“Sure! Have fun!”

You wave at her one last time before walking out and shutting the door closed behind you.

This party is held every year at Pharma-Z, mostly this is the time when the brain meets the money. Investors and funders like to meet the people behind the million dollars researches from time to time and this is the occasion where both sides show up. Julian always asks you to be social and try to mingle, but the whole thing feels forced and painful for you. You’d rather just be left alone with your researches and projects without having to schmooze to the people who give you the money for your hard work.

It’s held at one of said investors’ luxurious penthouse, that doesn’t even look like someone’s home with the huge outdoors infinity pool, the spacious and modern interiors and the expensive looking decoration that was put up just for the occasion.

“Y/N! I’m so happy you are here!” Julian approaches you with a drink in his hands and you’re happy to see a familiar face in the crowd. You don’t really know others from work, only your little team you directly work with and of course, your boss, Julian.

“It’s not like I had a choice,” you chuckle giving him a short, friendly hug. Julian is far from a nightmare of a boss some people have to face at their job. He is an actually nice and very smart and intellectual person. The pharmaceutical industry can be harsh and dark, the competition between the businesses is way more intent than people think. This is why you need the protection. Some companies profit off of the fact that cancer has no cure yet. They make money from all the treatments that doesn’t even guarantee full recovery. A lot of big fish don’t want the cure, because that would make them lose a good chunk of their income and some of those would even go to the depth of hurting you for being so close to ruining their business with your invention. Pharma-Z is luckily a genuine company that wants to help sick people and that’s why you’re working there.

“You know how important it is for the company,” Julian sighs, but he understands how uncomfortable these events make you feel, though he can do nothing to help you. “Harry, nice to see you again,” he smiles at the man by your side.

“Julian, nice to see you too,” he nods, shaking hands with your boss.

“Mingle a little so people can see and meet you, alright?” Julian requests and you just nod silently before he moves on to the next group of people.

You get yourself a drink to ease your nerves a little as people start approaching you. Some of them you’ve met last year, but there are a lot of new faces. Your project has brought in quite a few new sponsors and investors and now they want to meet you and talk about the research their money is going into.

You try your best to keep a smile plastered across your face as you tell the people the same thing over and over again, receiving praise and compliments on your work before moving onto the next conversation just to start over again.

You can feel your social batteries running out, not sure you can put up with another conversation with a wealthy investor who wants you to know you have a job because they gave money for your project in hopes of you bringing more money to them.

Harry has stayed by your side the whole evening, and you didn’t notice but he kept examining you every few minutes to make sure you were holding up and he noticed how tired you’ve grown from socializing for so long.

“Y/N,” he softly calls out, his palm finding the small of your back. “Why don’t we get some fresh air?” he kindly offers and you immediately understand that he is trying to get you away from the guests and the overwhelming conversations you’ve been dealing with. Nodding you let him usher you outside, finding a spot where the two of you can be a little alone.

“I fucking… hate small talks and being nice to everyone,” you let out a long and heavy sigh, as you lean against the railing, paying just one short glance at the city’s bright lights under your feet. Harry chuckles shortly.

“I figured. You’ve been chewing your lips so hard I was afraid you’d start bleeding.”

Now that he has brought your attention to it, you realize you are doing it again, so you let go of your bottom lip from between your teeth and it brings out another chuckle from Harry.

“I’m just… not good with these… social stuff.”

“I disagree with that,” he hums, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Oh please, if you haven’t realized it, my number of zero friends is a tell, I think.”

“Come on, it’s not zero. You’re friends with Mara.”

“But family doesn’t count, she is kind of forced to be my friend,” you shrug, making him laugh.

“Okay, but I’m your friend too, aren’t I?” You furrow your eyebrows at him.

“You spend time with me because it’s your job.”

His eyes soften on you as he leans against the railing next to you, looking so effortlessly handsome and charming, you almost need to take a deep breath at the sight of him. And the cheeky smile on his pink lips is definitely not helping your case.

“I know you didn’t mean that. You’re a smart woman, Y/N.” Reaching out he tugs a loose strand of hair behind your ear as he inches closer a tiny bit. “I think we stepped over the line of just work.”

“So… you consider me your friend?” you ask shyly.

“If you have to ask maybe I’ve been doing something wrong,” he chuckles softly, making you smile too. Folding your arms a shiver runs down your spine from the cold evening breeze. “Are you cold?” Harry asks, but before you could even say a word, he shrugs his jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders.

“Oh, thank you,” you breathe out shyly.

“Do you want another drink?”

“Yeah, I think I might need another one,” you chuckle and nodding he tells you to just stay there until he gets you a new one.

Turning towards the view, you enjoy the lonely moments for a little, not too keen on going back inside and keep up the façade of interest any longer. You’d rather just head home, maybe have another drink with Harry on your couch while you watch a rerun of whatever show is on TV and then fall asleep after a hot shower. You’ve been working way too much lately and it’s just now crashing down on you. Next week you definitely should cut back on your hours at the lab, the project is already going amazing, it won’t hurt if you actually had some rest before you lose your mind.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you think it’s Harry returning, but as you turn around you are faced with a stranger, a man who is staring down at you with bloodshot eyes and… a gun pointed at you.

Your breath hitches, your blood freezing in your veins at the sight and your legs almost give up underneath you.

“What… who are you?” Your voice comes out as a whisper, tears already flooding your eyes as you melt against the railing as if you had anywhere to go, but you have no chance against him.

One glance at the gun allows you to see that it has a silencer on, with the music coming from inside and no one around, if he shoots you, he’ll be able to get away before anyone realizes what happened.

The man doesn’t answer, just holds up the gun, aiming right at your chest and you close your eyes, thinking that this is it. This is how your life ends, in the middle of a posh party with no one around to help you. Your lips are trembling and hands are shaking as you hold onto the railing, waiting for the inevitable to come, keeping your eyes shut, not wanting to see your killer as the last thing you see before you go.

And then you hear the muffled gunshot, making you scream in fear, your knees turning into jelly, but the pain never comes. Instead, you hear grunting and growling as a body falls to the ground in front of you.

Your eyes snap open and you see Harry straddling the man, the gun lying near your attacker’s hand and he is trying to reach it, but before he could, you kick it away as Harry throws a punch at his face that stops him from trying too hard to free himself.

The next few moments are so busy and blurry at the same time. Your legs give up underneath you, making you fall to the ground, your whole body shaking in waves. In the meantime Harry gets the man into a position where he can be easily controlled and people start flooding out at the scene, helping Harry while security working at the party take the man, the police already on its way.

When Harry can finally step back from the attacker, his eyes fall on your figure and he rushes over to you, kneeling down next to your trembling body, cradling you into his arms upon seeing how shaken up you are.

“Hey, it’s alright. It’s over, you’re alright,” he murmurs, holding you tight as your fists grab onto his shirt, your breathing is uneven, the oxygen barely makes its way into your lungs as you’re panting and gasping from the shock. “Come on, let’s get you inside, Y/N,” he gently tells you, helping you up from the floor even though your body feels like a pile of brick.

You can feel everyone staring at you, whispering behind your back as you try to hide in Harry’s arms while he walks you back inside, away from the man that tried to take your life. He walks you into one of the bathrooms and closing the lid he sits you down to the toilet while he grabs a towel and wetting it he kneels in front of you, tapping the cloth to your cheeks gently. You haven’t even realized that you’ve been sweating from the shock and the coldness feels amazing against your burning skin.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble, but not even you are sure why.

“Nothing to be sorry for, Y/N,” he gently murmurs, giving your hand a squeeze as you shut your eyes closed. He grabs a glass from one of the cabinets and fills it with water handing it over to you.

“Thank you,” you mumble, bringing it to your trembling lips, but before you could drink it, your eyes snap up to meet his gaze. “And thank you for… what you did.” Your voice dies down at the end, the picture of the man pointing the gun at you still living so vividly in your mind.

“No need, it’s my job after all, right?” he chuckles softly, making your lips twitch the slightest bit before you start sipping on the water.

The police show up soon and they arrest the man who refuses to talk. They also request you to give your statement about what happened, but Harry manages to let you just give them the brief story and go in sometime soon to give them your full statement so you don’t have to spend any more time there. They are quite sure the man was hired by someone who doesn’t want you to finish your project, and it’s scary how far some people are willing to go just for the money, just to keep sick people in suffering for their own benefit.

Heading home you stay silent as Harry drives, staring out the window you let the nightlights of the city pass by you while you still see the same face, the face of the man that held a gun at you tonight. The gunshot is still ringing through your ears, it was so close, so real… of course it was real! All of it was real and your life was on the line. If it weren’t for Harry, you wouldn’t be here right now.

Arriving to your home Harry helps you out of the car and you cling onto his hand as you head up to the apartment. He keys the two of you into your home, flicking the lights on and looking around before you go further inside, just to be sure.

“It’s all clear, don’t worry,” he murmurs as you nod and make your way into the bedroom. Kicking your heels off your feet you sit on the edge of the bed, letting out a long breath, feeling your limbs loosening up a bit for the first time in the past hour.

Harry moves around the place doing whatever before he joins you in the room, kneeling in front of you his hands find your bare knees and your eyes meet his worry-filled green irises.

“Do you want to take a shower?” he softly asks and you nod your head. “Come on, I’ll start the water for you.”

He helps you up from the bed and walks you into the bathroom. You stand there awkwardly, not sure what to do as he starts running the water in the walk in shower before he steps back to you.

“Would you…?” you ask, turning around, needing help with the zipper of your dress. Harry clears his throat as his fingers work on it and a moment later the fabric loosens around your frame as you hold it to your chest with your arms. Turning back around you peek up at Harry and you notice the slight blush on his cheeks.

“I’ll be outside at the door, okay?” He whispers, his fingers delicately touching your cheek as you nod before you watch him walk out and close the door behind him.

The hot water feels freshening, like it could burn away the memories even though it’s still so vivid in your mind. You stand under the running water longer than you intended, but it feels nice and needed. Once you’re done, you wrap yourself into a fluffy towel and walk out of the steamy bathroom only to find Harry sitting at the edge of your bed, waiting like a loyal puppy. When he sees you, he stands from his spot and you don’t miss the way his eyes scan over your body that’s barely covered.

“Alright, I’ll go now, but if you—“ “Don’t!” you gasp, panic taking over you at the thought of being left alone. One of your hands grasps his arm to stop him from moving and he freezes in his spot, staring back at your fearful eyes. “Please, stay here,” you plead, voice barely over than just a whisper.

There’s a heartbeat of a pause in him as he is watching you intently and for a moment you think he’ll say no, but then his hand finds yours on his arm and he gives it a gentle squeeze as he nods.

“Okay.”

You let out a long, relieved breath as you ease into comfort. He’s staying, he’ll be with you all night, protecting you from everything and everyone.

“Can I take a shower too?” he asks softly and you nod, stepping to your wardrobe to get him a clean towel. “Thank you. I’ll be back shortly,” he tells you before walking into the bathroom and shutting the door closed behind him.

You hear the water running again and you find yourself standing at the same spot as you listen to the noises coming from the bathroom. Harry is in there, soaking under the water naked and you can’t take your mind off of how badly you want to be there with him.

It’s not just because of what happened tonight, though it made you realize that you don’t have much time to waste. Nothing can assure that you’ll live another day and you don’t want to deny happiness from yourself. You want to be with Harry and as far as you can make it out, he feels the same way.

Upon a sudden decision, you pad your way over to the bathroom door and open it carefully, the warmth immediately hitting your face as you step inside and close it behind you. The glass of the shower is steamed up, you can only make out the blurry frame of Harry in there and you wonder if he heard you come in, but it doesn’t seem like that. His clothes from the night are lying on the floor in a pile, his watch that he always wears is carefully placed next to the sink.

Your hands grab onto the edge of the towel around your body and you unwrap yourself, hanging it up on the wall before stepping to the shower. Hoping you won’t scare him, you open the door, the steam immediately hugging your naked body warmly and you see him standing there with his back facing you as you step into the spacious walk-in shower.

He notices your presence, you see him freeze mid-movement before he peeks over his shoulder, his eyes falling on you as he slowly turns, facing you completely. Standing in front of him completely bare, you feel more vulnerable than ever in your life. You’re scared that he is going to send you away, that he won’t let you get closer to him and if that happens, you’ll feel humiliated, but he just stands there in his naked glory and doesn’t say anything, so you take it as a chance to shoot your shot.

Reaching up your hands slide to his hard chest, up to the base of his neck as you push your front against his, skin to skin with the hot water running down your bodies. His hands find your waist and you could cry from the feeling of his touch on you. Pushing yourself up to your tiptoes your nose nudges against his as your eyes fall closed.

“Y/N,” he breathes out, stopping you right when your lips could meet. Opening your eyes you see the hesitation in his green irises that appear so much darker than they usually do.

“Do you not want it? You don’t want me?” you whisper.

“I do. It’s not that,” he sighs shaking his head slightly. “But you went through a lot today. I don’t want you to make decisions you might regret in the morning.”

You can’t help the small smile that tugs on your lips at how considerate and protective he is over you, thinking that this might be just something that crashed over you in the heat of the moment, but it’s been in the making from the first day you met him. Despite all your protesting against him, you knew you needed him and not just as your guard. He is what’s been missing from your life all along, you just never realized it.

“There’s nothing I could regret when it comes to you, Harry. I needed tonight to open my eyes. Our days are counted, I’m done running from my own happiness.”

He lets out a long, shaky breath as his hands hold tighter onto your waist while your hands run up his neck until your fingers tangle into his wet locks.

“I need you. And not just because of tonight. I’ve always needed you.”

“I’m here, Y/N. I’m all yours,” he breathes out before his lips smash against yours all wet and hard, but it’s the most heavenly feeling you’ve ever experienced.

You become a mess, tangled in each other, lips melting together as your hands explore naked limbs and torsos, bodies pressing tightly against each other shamelessly. Harry walks you backwards until your back hits the cold tile and you let out a whimper as you arch your back at the sudden feeling, just as his head dips down, lips attacking your neck, kissing and nibbling on the soft skin. Your light leg lifts as his hands wander down your thigh, your hips pressing together and you feel how hard he is, his cock pushed against your other thigh, making you moan at the feeling. Reaching down you blindly wrap a hand around the base, giving him a few slow pumps, earning a guttural growl from him before his lips return to yours, kissing you hard and filled with passion. His hands are all over you, on your thighs, ass, back and chest, as if he was mapping your whole body wanting to remember how every inch feels under his touch.

Without tearing his lips away from yours, he blindly reaches behind him, shutting the water off before urging you to jump into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist. He carries you out of the shower, placing you to the counter next to the sink as he stands between your legs, his hands once again finding your breasts as they knead them, making you whimper and shake under his touch. It’s euphoric and addictive, you already know you won’t be able to go a day without feeling him against you like this.

“Bed?” he breathes out against your mouth and you nod eagerly. Reaching to the side he grabs a towel, wrapping it around you, tapping and squeezing you to dry you off, throwing fits of giggles when you grab it and wrap it around his body as well.

The towel falls to the floor abandoned and forgotten as he lifts you off the counter and brings you to the bed, laying you down and holding himself up above you with one arm. His other hand cups your cheek and turning your head you kiss his palm gently, eyes glued to his as he settles between your legs.

“Are you sure about this?” he breathes out, his lips dancing against your cheek and the corner of your mouth.

“Yes! Harry, please!” you beg with a whimper, your whole body aching to feel him inside you.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, love,” he kisses you as his hand leaves your heated face, runs down your naked body until his fingers reach your throbbing clit.

He slides two digits through your already wet folds, but just to work you up even more he starts drawing circles on your bud, turning you into a whimpering mess underneath him. Your fingers dig into the lean muscles on his back, feeling them twitch from his movements and one hand sliding down to his ass, grabbing a handful of him while pushing him closer to you, his erection pressing against your core.

“Harry, I need you!” you moan, not able to contain yourself any longer. You need to feel him, you need him as close as possible.

Reaching over to your nightstand you grab a condom from the drawer, ripping the package open with your teeth before you carefully grab his erection and roll the condom down his length, ready to finally feel him inside you.

He flicks his fingers on your clit one last time before his hand wraps around the base of his cock, giving it a few pumps while his soft lips kiss down your jawline and throat, his face hiding in the crook of his neck. Your arms circle around his shoulders, your chest heaving from the sensation as he positions himself just right, the tip teasing your hole. Harry lifts his head up, his bright eyes finding your gaze just as he sinks into you, filling you up perfectly.

“H-Harry! Fuck—“ you gasp at the feeling, your walls stretching around his thick cock as he stays still for a few moments, letting you adjust to his size.

You draw your legs up, giving you more space to go deeper as he starts thrusting, sliding in and out of you oh so perfectly, inching you closer to your relief with each movement. You cup his face in your hands, staring into his eyes as if you could see his soul in them and for a split second, you feel like you actually do. His lips are parted and the cross pendant is grazing your chest while he fucks into you, never falling out of his rhythm.

You want to beg to him not to stop, to keep moving and moving, but no words can leave your mouth as your back arches, your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach. You start grinding your hips in sync with his, allowing him to reach deeper into you, making your toes curl from pleasure.

“Harry, I’m gonna—I-I’m gonna—Ah!” You can’t make up one coherent sentence as your legs start shaking, feeling your orgasm taking over your body.

“I know, baby. Let it go. Let me make you feel good,” he pants, his lips kissing you everywhere he can reach, your lips smashing against each other in a messy kiss, your tongue meeting his in the middle just when you reach your high.

You moan and cry out his name, fingers digging into his flesh as you chase your release. Seeing you fall apart underneath him is enough to throw him over the edge, spilling himself into the condom as his mouth hangs agape, your name falling off his tongue as if it was the holiest glorification. Combing your fingers through his hair you hold him to your chest as he collapses on top of you, his head lying on your naked chest as you both try to catch your breath in the sudden silence that came over you without the sounds of your passion.

Rolling off of your body he slips out of you, an empty feeling taking over you right away, but he is quick to cradle you into his arms to keep the intimacy. You lay your head to his chest, a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you, but you couldn’t care less. You listen to his steady heartbeat as you draw one of the swallows on his chest with your finger, running it over the lines of the ink. You want to soak in the moment and stay in it for as long as possible, but you can barely keep your eyes open. As Harry’s fingers are gently running up and down your bare back you let your eyes close and the last thing you remember is hearing his soft whisper.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll keep you safe.”

You wake up without an alarm in the morning and it’s the first time for that in a long-long time. You stir and groan before you open your eyes, your hands reaching out next to you, looking for the man that was next to you when you fell asleep, but there’s nothing and no one beside you now.

Panic rises in your chest as your eyes pop open and you frantically look around in the room, hoping to see him somewhere near, but you’re alone.

“Harry?” you call you as you sit up, holding the sheets to your chest since you’re still naked. No answer comes and you can feel your heart rate rising instantly.

Getting out of bed you grab the nearest clothing item you find which is an old hoodie, and you put on a pair of clean panties before you carefully walk out of the bedroom, afraid of what you might find outside, but it’s completely silent and still, no one is around. Harry has left.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, feeling the lump in your throat growing as tears are forming in your eyes.

Where did he go? Why did he leave? Is he coming back? Is he gone forever?

You can’t stop yourself from going into depth you shouldn’t, just because you don’t find him first thing in the morning, but you still haven’t entirely recovered from last night’s events and before you could stop yourself, you are thinking about the worst possibilities there could be.

And then you hear the lock turning in the front door.

Blood rushes out of your head as you freeze, afraid it’s another attacker and this time you won’t be as lucky as you were last night. But as the door opens Harry walks in with a paper bag in his arm and you can’t help, but start sobbing at the sight of him.

“Harry!” you cry out, launching at him and he barely have time to put the bag down before he catches you, locking you in his strong arms.

“Hey! No need to worry, it’s just me!” he soothes softly, his hands running up and down your back and head. “I’m sorry I scared you, just wanted to get you something to eat, baby,” he murmurs, kissing the side of your head as you try your best to hold back your sobs.

“I just woke up alone and I thought…”

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have left while you were sleeping. But I’m back and I’m alright.”

You just nod, hugging him a little longer before you loosen your hold around him to lean back and look him in the eyes.

“So… you’re staying? With me?”

“If you want me to, yes,” he nods with a soft smile as he cups your tear-soaked face in his hands. “I’ll keep you safe and sound and I’ll be whatever you need me to be.”

“Just be yourself and… be with me,” you shyly ask him and he nods, his smile growing into a wide grin before he leans down and captures your lips in a sweet, intoxicating kiss.

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[harrysgoldenline]

When In Italy Part 4

here is part 4! Um this chapter has bad words and some adult themes so warning for that! The next part will be the last, so let me know what you think! Are they end game or no? Also! If you want a personalized imagine, check out my pinned post! If you want to support me ---> please click here! every little bit helps bc im a broke ass college student so thank u to anyone who wants to support me :)

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You stood frozen as he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes soft as he met yours, waking towards you.

“Get away from me.” you whisper, attempting to push past him and get into the elevator, pressing the door closed button before even pressing a floor, not wanting him to get any closer.

“Y/N, wait!” he rushed, sticking his hand between the doors and stopping it, his tall frame standing before you that you quickly push past, going back to lock yourself in your apartment, and lock him out, “Please, let me explai-“

“No!” you stopped, voice firm as you turned to face him, “you can’t keep doing this! you can’t keep showing up like this! So just leave me alone.”

You kept walking, ignoring his pleas as he came after you, successfully unlocking your apartment door rapidly, but you catch a glimpse of rings as he hand stops the door.

“Please.” He whispered, not pushing the door open and you saw a flicker of his eyes and you could almost see the sincerity in them, “I know I don’t deserve it, I really don’t, but I would just love to talk to you for real this time, anything you want to know.”

“and you’re not gonna be an asshole this time?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe, peaking at him, “because if you are, I swear to god Styles I will give you 5 seconds to get the fuck out.”

“Promise.” He nodded and your heart believed him, so you opened the door.

You watched as he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, slowly entering your apartment and you didn’t miss how his eyes scanned you quickly, before bouncing around the apartment, looking around the space he used to be so familiar with.

You watched how he headed to the couch about to sit but stutter stepped a bit, scratching the back of his neck and looking at you, almost asking you if it’s okay if he sits down.

You gave him a soft smile and nod, tucking a loose hair behind your ear and sitting on one side of the couch, thankful he sat on the other, giving you each plenty of space as your eyes met. The tension was slowly rising, looking at each other as you sat, wondering who was going to break the silence.

“I never meant for anything to happen.” he whispered, his head falling as a shameful look covered his face, avoiding your eyes, “After the breakup… I- I was just lost. I was messing up at work and I just was doing shit. Then, it was like only like a month ago, I was getting drunk all the time and she just came into my trailer and we were talking and then she kissed me.”

You just nodded, biting your bottom lip and picking at your nails, peaking up and looking at him, your glossy eyes meeting his bloodshot ones, not really having anything to say in response.

“And I just…” he started, “I wanted to feel better, feel anything. So, we just started hanging out more and I just really wanted to feel something, feel a connection. So we took a trip to Italy because… It’s always been a place that made me feel better and then…”

“Yeah.” you chuckled, “and then… Why did you bring her to our house? I know we haven’t talked about that kind of stuff, but it’s mine too Harry and… just seeing you two there? I never felt more replaceable than I did when I saw you two.”

“Oh love, no.” He whispered, scooting closer to you, a hand coming up to cup your face to help your eyes meet, but he retracted it back before he made contact with your skin, “I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry and I will never be able to prove to you, but that was never my intention to ever hurt you. The breakup was a mistake.”

“I… How am I supposed to believe that?” you squeaked, voice cracking as the barrier breaks, tears falling on your cheeks as you looked up at him, “We we’re together for years and you just- I mean fuck Harry! I haven’t even thought about even starting to flirt with someone and you’re…”

“We’ve never had sex,” He quietly added cheeks turning a bit red, “or done anything like that. At all, I just… couldn’t.”

Your eyes widen a bit at the confession, watching as he looked at his hands, a slight twinge of embarrassment on his features.

“Oh.” you whispered, “I know I shouldn’t be mad, we… we aren’t together and you have have the right to do whatever you want but it’s just… hard. Especially when I wasn’t expecting it. I went to Italy to try and get away, everything in the city makes me think of you, I don’t know why I thought staying at the house would be any better but, I just wanted to get away.”

“Sorry I ruined your trip.”

“Sorry I ruined your hookups.”

He let out a laugh, the smile staying a bit longer when he noticed you had subconsciously scooted a bit closer to him.

“It’s not like I ever really wanted to… Even little Harry only wants you.” he flirted and an instant, loud laugh leaves your lips, leaning forward and your brace yourself on his shoulder, a simple thing you had done over the years countless times, but still made his heart skip a beat.

“Oh my god,” you said between breathless laughs, your bodies now less then a foot apart as you smiled up at him, “please do not call it little Harry!”

“What do you prefer?” He smirked, “rather I call it bi-“

“What the fuck?” a voice spoke suddenly, both of your red eyes going to your front door and seeing your best friend standing their, her eyes wide in a mix of confusion and anger. Your hand retracted from his body quickly, your best friend looking at you with soft eyes, her eyes darting over to Harry’s and you see the fiery anger behind them, “Y/N, please tell me he was getting whatever shit he left behind and is leaving.”

“We were just talking.” You started, glancing over at Harry, seeing a bit of fear behind his eyes and your lips quirked up in a smile that quickly faded seeing the anger in y/bff/n eyes.

“What do you want to talk to him about? How he broke your heart again?” She asked, confusion and concern laced in her voice, “I’m sorry, y/n, I just… I can’t watch you go through all of it all over again and again.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly stood up beside you giving you a quick nod as he glanced over at y/bff/n the back at you, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just showed up. It was so good to see you, y/n, I’ll get out of your way.”

“Harry, wait!” you stood up, hating the softening in your voice, “I want to talk more… are you staying or do you have to go back to L.A?”

“I’ll be here as long as you need me. And if you want me gone, I’ll book my flight. Okay? It’s up to you, whatever you want.”

“Okay… Can I call you later?”

“You can call me anytime, I’ll pick up.”

***

Y/bff/n definitely wasn’t thrilled with you.

“I just feel like this is a bad idea, y/n!” She had exclaimed once Harry had left your apartment, “He’s gonna hurt you again! What could he possibly want?”

“I dont know, I just… I dont know.” You sighed, sitting across from her on your couch just like you did with him, “I love him and I don’t know what’s going to happen but I don’t want to end up hating him.”

She nodded, looking at you as your eyes glazed over again, “Hey, okay, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you upset. Do you still wanna go try this new place or just hang out here? Let’s get your mind off of everything, you need a break, yeah? Especially if you’re going to talk to him later.”

“Do you think I should?"

“If that’s what you think, I think you should. You know him.” She nods, “but I swear to god if he makes you cry again he’ll have to deal with me.”

So now, here you were, waiting on him to come back to finish your talk from earlier. It was helpful hanging out with y/bff/n, listening to her advice as she gave you a bit of the reality check that you needed, making sure he won’t sweep you off your feet with his familiar charm.

Your heart rate never fully calmed down as you waited for him to come back to your apartment after y/bff/n dropped you back off after your afternoon together and you were glad for the few hours of a distraction, but now your mind was fully occupied with him once again as you sat on your couch.

The knock on your door caused you to jump, hoping up and checking your appearance in your hall mirror before swinging open the door, seeing Harry standing their with a bouquet of flowers, a small smile on his face.

“Got these for you,” he began, “shoulda showed up with them when I kinda crashed into you earlier… but I was so nervous I didn’t think about it, honestly.”

“Thank you.” You softly replied, eyeing up at him and taking them from his grip, letting out a shaky breath as you welcome him in and turn on your heel, going to your kitchen to place them into a vase quickly before going back to him, seeing him in the same spot you two were sitting in earlier.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry again… and thank you for letting me come back and talk to you at all, really don’t deserve your time, but I’m thankful for it.” He began, eyes glued onto yours as he scooted closer to you when you sat down, his fingers tentatively trailing on your arm before laying his hand on your own, “I… I want you back, y/n. I want to be with you, I never stopped wanting just you.”

“Harry, I… I don’t know what to say.” You started, “I just… there’s so much still up in the air and it’s all happening so fast. Are you still with Olivia?”

“No, of course not.” He instantly answered, “we were never anything real, I left Italy when I went to the house and you were gone. I came back here and I just… I would sit outside your building in my car and just try and get the nerve to walk in to talk to you, but I was so scared of you telling me to leave again.” Harry started deep into your eyes as he continued, his own welling up with tears, “I love you so much and I was such an idiot and fuck baby… I’ll do anything to prove it you.”

Now, you two were just inches apart, his hand cupping your cheek as you leaned into it, eyes glued onto his eyes as both of your gazes were glassy, sets of eyes wandering down to one another’s lips. Your eyes fluttered up and looked at him, his nose nudging into yours, seeming to test the boundary and you simply nodded, causing him to connect your lips in an instant.

Your lips met softly, gaining speed as the passion overflowed you both as the familiar move came back easier than either of you could have imagined. You both moaned into one another’s mouths, his tongue quickly sliding past your lips as your crawled onto his lap, fingers gripping the soft material of his shirt.

Things escalated quickly as he carried you into your bedroom, body hovering over yours as his body pressed against yours, the articles of clothing disappearing piece by piece, lips never separating a second longer than they had to you as you refamilarized yourselves with one another.

His fingers dug their way into your waist as he kissed you harder, singular pieces of thin material being the only things separating you and as Harrys fingers slipped down, pulling back and looking up at you for permission, your breath caught in your throat, reality hitting you like a wave.

“I can’t do this.” You whispered, fingers removing themselves from his hair as you covered your face, voice wavering as tears welled up in your eyes once again, “I-it’s all too much, too fast- I-I, I don’t think I can do this, Harry- I can’t.”

“Fuck, it’s okay.” He whispered, crawling off from on top of you, scrambling to pick his t shirt off the floor and handing to you, quickly covering your body with it, “Fuck, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

You nodded quickly, knees tucking into your chest as you let out soft cries, flinching as his arm came around you, going to comfort you with the soft stroke of his arm and retracted it quickly after seeing your reaction.

“I-I… I just keep seeing you and her in my head.” You whispered, “…I don’t know if I can do this.”

[finelinevogue]

Okay this is probably something so sooooo different from other requests you have got.

Can you actually imagine if you were part of 1D. Like you are the only girl there and you and Harry are secretly dating?

Can you do one where the 1D are doing a interview and the intervier is keep on asking questions that is inappropriate to YN and she does not know what to say. And Harry and the boys com to the rescue.

Or

Can you do one where their in stage singing and YN and Harry is just playing around dancing all while singing

Or

Do you remember the BRIT Awards 2014 when Harry was late because he was having a ‘wee’ can you do that but like YN and Harry were just in the bathroom having a quick s3x.

You can which ever one you want but idk where this idea poped but yeah. I like the last one you don’t have to do it tho.

ok im going to try the last one but idk whether it’ll be any good :/

Being in the most successful band in the world was a title that you couldn’t quite understand still.

3 years since being formed on the X Factor you still struggled to wake up every day and remind yourself that this was your life. ‘This’ being the lead singer in One Direction. Alongside you was the other lead, male, singer; Harry. There was Niall who played lead guitar, Louis who played the piano, Liam who played the bass guitar and Zayn who played the drums. You were all a family, well except from you and Harry - that was something different.

It hadn’t taken long for you and Harry to ask you out and originally you’d said no. You thought he would’ve given up and it was his persistence that made you fall for him. You wanted stability in a relationship and Harry proved that he could provide you that.

You loved your relationship with Harry. He was perfect, at least to you. He knew exactly the ins and outs of you. He was able to detect when you were sad and would flourish you with chocolates and flowers to grow a smile back on your face. He knew all your favourite movie quotes and your favourite book characters. He wrote every song about you. You, about him. He made you laugh until your belly hurt and he made you experience unexplainable feelings.

He was a temple of love and it was all for you.

Just like now, as he thrusted into you from behind. He had you bent over the bathroom sink, making you watch him claim you his. His movements were primal and he wasn’t stopping for anyone or anything.

“Fuck you feel so good Y/N.” He grasped your hair and pulled your head back, groaning when he saw your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were shut tight and mouth hung open in breathlessness. “Open your eyes. Open your eyes and look at yourself.” You did as you were told, moaning at the sight.

He had your dress hitched up around your waist and panties pulled to the side. You were lucky your hair had been done down so that it wouldn’t be obvious what you were doing. Harry was in a gorgeous black suit with a heart printed shirt. You’d picked out his shirt because it matched your dress. It was your first appearance out as an official couple and you wanted to make a statement. The Brits was a good place to make that statement.

“Fuck H, you feel so good.”

“Yeah? Love you so much baby. You’re so beautiful.” Your phone started ringing on the side of the counter. “Ignore it, fuck. I’m nearly there. Y’gonna come for me? Yeah?”

All you could focus in was the way Harry struck into you. He was hard and fast, gripping your hips to help force you back and push him forwards. The sounds were sinful and the pleasure was pure. Nothing would ever feel as good as this. He was pounding you so raw and you knew that you’d have a mass of bruises tomorrow from his grip.

“Wanna come so badly, mhm.”

“Come for me then, baby. Come and then i’ll fill you up so good.” He whispered into your ear, the sounds of your phone still ringing long forgotten. You were both on a cloud so high that nothing else seemed important anymore.

You did as Harry told you, your whole body shaking. Harry had to grip your waist tighter, as your legs were failing to work for themselves and hold you up. As you came, he coated your walls white. Feeling so full had never felt so good. You were so fucked for him, literally.

“Keep all of me in there and i’ll lick it out of you tonight.” He demanded as he pulled out of you, now feeling empty.

He helped you stand up properly and fixed your hair and makeup with you. “So pretty.” He told you, kissing you on the lips once, twice, three times.

“As are you.”

You both walked out of the locked toilets and down the corridors of the O2 arena, where the Brits were being helped. Harry was laughing at something you said when a lady rushed up to you both.

“Where’ve you two been? You’ve won a bloomin’ award and the rest of your band are on stage now!” She seemed cross, but also mixed with a little bit of star struck nerves. You and Harry didn’t miss what she’d said though and took each others hands whilst running off down the corridor.

Harry was in front of you, you not being able to run as fast with your heels on. As you entered the main arena you heard Liam speak.

“I don’t know where you are Harry and Y/N..” Before he spotted you both running down the centre aisle. Harry ran off a bit, leaving you run on your own.

You were scared of breaking your ankle, however, so stopped to try and take them off. You forgot they were buckled though which made the process harder. Before you got the chance to properly undo them, you felt someones, Harry’s, arms tuck underneath your legs and around your back and hoisting you up to carry you bridal style the rest of the way.

“You and your bloody heels.” He rolled his eyes and you kissed his cheek confidently.

As you got to the stage, Harry put you down and took the microphone off of Liam. “Really sorry! We were having a wee.”

Although everyone knew otherwise.

[fweasleyswhore]

Let Me Take Care Of You - G.W.

a/n: this popped up in my brain and I wanted to get it out, this is with George because I felt like he fit the idea a bit more also i deadass haven’t written smut before like not as a joke haha funny so im so sorry if this is ass

Pairing: George Weasley x fem!Reader

summary: Reader confesses her feelings for George after the disaster of Bill and Fleur's wedding and spend a night together for the first time, which they can only wished would have happened earlier.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: Slight dom!George, slight sub!reader, mostly passionate smut, 18+ themes

The night was winding down. It was a beautiful ceremony, candles were floating around in the tent giving off a soft glow. A few straggling couples slow dancing. I was sat admiring the tent and the company when I felt a presence behind me. I looked up and my heart skipped a beat. George stood behind me, his hands placed in his pockets and the goofy grin he adorned everywhere was plastered on his face despite the bandage wrapped around his ear. 

I turned in my chair so I could see him better. “Hey, George.” I beamed up to him. 

“Hello, darling, would you want to dance?” He pulled his hand out of his pocket and held it out to me. My breath hitched in my throat as I nodded and he pulled me out to the dance floor. I had liked George since I met him, he always seemed to bring light in my life that I lacked, but I had never acted on my feelings. I didn’t want to lose him. 

“You look beautiful tonight.” He whispered in my ear as we slowly spun around the room. His hand was placed on the small of my back, the other interlaced with mine. My free hand rested on his shoulder, our fronts were pressed flush together. I felt my face heat up at his words and our proximity. 

I put my head on his chest and locked my arm behind his neck. “George?” I said softly. I decided now was a good time to tell him how I felt. I needed to. I wanted to say this, look back up at him and kiss him. He hummed and I felt the way his chest rumbled as he did so. “George I think I lo-” 

My words were cut off by a loud crashing noise. I whipped around to see the cause of the crash. In the middle of the dance floor was a blue light. 

“The Ministry has fallen. They are coming.” As soon as it had spoken it was gone. The tent went quiet for a moment until flashes of black smoke started appearing. I watched as Ron, Hermione, and Harry apparated away. I grabbed my wand I had placed in my dress pocket and held tightly onto George’s hand. 

Bill grabbed Fleur and started dragging her away. I watched a death eater begin on them. 

“Stupify,” I yelled and he shot back into a table and collapsed. 

“Y/N, we need to leave, there are too many.” At George’s words, I looked around, wizards and witches were fighting or apparating away. I looked up to him and nodded seeing as there wasn’t much we could do other than get hurt. He grabbed my hand tighter and started bounding towards the Burrow. We started a protection spell on the house once we got there, it finished with enough time for everyone to get in. 

Bellatrix Lestrange stood outside, I saw her from the kitchen window pacing outside. “Where did Potter go?!” She screamed. I wasn’t sure if it was aimed at us or her henchmen. Soon enough all the death eaters disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. 

Molly was sobbing at the kitchen table, Arthur was consoling her. Fred was having Ginny clean a cut on his leg. Bill and Fleur weren’t around, I assume they apparated somewhere. Lupin and Tonks were arguing about if it was worth it to apparate home. 

I couldn’t find George. My eyes scanned the area once more but I couldn’t find him. I felt my eyes tear up as I turned back to look out the kitchen window. I tried to remember if he had left the house after we cast our spell. Deep in my thoughts, I didn’t hear him walk up behind me. 

“Y/N?” His voice was soft and gentle. I whipped around and immediately jumped on him. He returned the gesture, his arms wrapped around me and pulled me up so my feet were off the floor. I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer afraid that if I didn’t he would disappear. 

“Where were you?” I whispered harshly into his neck. 

“Making sure my ear wasn’t bleeding. Y/N are you alright?” His grip on me tightened. I felt him move away so I pulled my head up to look him in his eyes. His eyes were scanning my face looking for a sign of injury. 

Then I felt like it was the right moment. I unwrapped my arms from around him and cupped his face. His eyes stopped scanning my face as they looked directly into mine. I let my eyes flicker to his lips and then back to his, he repeated my action almost like he was communicating the same words. 

I closed the gap and pushed my lips onto his. He kisses me back with no hesitance. His grip on me tightened, one of his arms traveled down to hold my thigh and support me. Our lips moved a few times, finding a rhythm with each other. Once we did it was a new experience. George sucked and bit on my lips as we kissed causing me to let out a soft moan. I ran my hands through his hair and tugged lightly earning a soft groan from him. 

We pulled away to breathe and he set me on the kitchen counter. Suddenly remembering his family was there I looked around making sure no one was watching our moment before I put my eyes back onto him. 

“Do you know how long I wanted to do that?” He asked with a slight chuckle. His hand found my thigh and he pushed up the skirt of my dress to draw small patters above my knee. 

“Why did it take you so long?” I panted out. He was making it harder to catch my breath. 

“Tonight I watched my family fight to stay alive, and I realized that there is so much happening right now,” He gulped as he showed his vulnerability. “Y/N, I want you. I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember and I don’t want to fight this without having you beside me.” His eyes moved from the floor to my eyes and I saw him, the real him. He wanted to be loved, he wanted to share his love, and with the war building up he was afraid he was never going to be able to do that. 

“George I can’t imagine fighting this without you. I can’t imagine my future without you.” I grabbed his hand that was on my thigh as I said this. With each word I said I watched as his scared expression molded into a smile. 

“Really?” He whispered. 

“Definitely.” I replied. His lips were back onto mine and we shared a short but passionate kiss. 

The rest of the night we helped clean up. I helped Arthur get Molly to bed where he stayed with her then I helped Ginny clean up Fred’s leg and set him up a temporary bed on the couch, not wanting to climb the steps to his room. Once everyone was taken care of I found myself in George’s room. I wasn’t staying in here but I wanted nothing more for him to hold me while I fell asleep. 

The door creaked open to a very disheveled George. His purple and white speckled shirt had been rolled up his arms, the vest piece completely gone, his tie hung loosely around his neck. 

“Hey.” He spoke gently once he noticed me. I was sitting on the edge of his bed. 

“Hey,” I replied taking him in. “I’m sorry, I know you're tired I just don’t want to be alone tonight.” I began to wring my hands in my lap, waiting for him to tell me to leave. 

“I was hoping I would see you again tonight.” He made a few strides and sat next to me on the bed. I leaning into him immediately, resting my head on his shoulder. He snaked an arm around my waist and we sat like that for a few minutes. I turned my head so I could look at him. 

“George, I don’t know what this war is going to take from us.”

“Hopefully not my other ear.” He butted in. I couldn’t help but laugh, he pulled me closer as I did. 

“I was trying to say that from here on out I want to be with you, I-I want to be there when you go to sleep and be there when you wake up. I want us to have little moments with each other when we can, I have spent the past few years wanting something with you and I won’t continue without letting you know. I don’t know what that kiss meant to you downstairs but that was everything to me.” I spoke slowly and I stared at my hands. I was too afraid to look at him in such a vulnerable moment. 

“That’s all I want. That kiss downstairs was my future Y/N.” I picked my head up to look at him grinning wildly. 

“I’m your future?” I asked sheepishly. 

“You’ve been my future for the past couple of years, the plan at least. Y/N I’m in love with you.” I threw my arms around his neck and tossed myself into his lap. I peppered kisses on his cheeks while smiling. Pulling back I looked at him, he was smiling back at me, his eyes were looking into the darkest parts of me but he was smiling. I knew I would always be safe with him around. 

His hands began to rub into my sides gently. He leaned up, closing the gap between us. Our kiss was slow, methodical, and passionate. It quickly escalated into more hungry and fast as we continued. Without thinking I rolled my hips into his earning a groan from him. We broke apart. His face was flush, lips parted and slightly swollen as I bet mine was too.

We stared at each other for a moment trying to gauge each other and plan what to do next. Keeping eye contact I rolled my hips again. His jaw clenched and his hands tightened on my hips. 

“Do you want this?” He asked. His voice was deep and husky. His eyes were dark and it sent shockwaves through my body, straight to my core. 

“I need you, George,” I whispered back. That was all it took for him to tighten his grip on my hips and kiss me again. The kiss was hot and fiery. I began to grind into his lap again causing us both to groan. I could feel him harden beneath me as I rolled my hips into him. I continued to roll my hips, throwing my head back as he nipped and sucked at my neck. 

“George...” I moaned out his name, I could feel him smirk against my neck. 

Before I could prepare he flipped us over, I was laying on my back and he hovered over me. 

“You’re so beautiful Y/N.” My face began to flush as he looked at me with pure adoration in his eyes. He began to pepper kisses onto my face and the butterflies in my stomach dispersed as I began to laugh. 

“Are you sure?” He asked pulling back to look at me in my eyes. 

“Yes George, please,” I whined, I could feel the familiar feeling in my core that felt both like butterflies and sinking. I desperately needed his attention on my body. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop.” I nodded and he attached his lips back to mine. His hands traveled down my body, he pushed up my skirt up my thighs and it pooled around my hips. I broke the kiss and pulled it up above my head. Looking back up to George he took me in, trailing his fingers around the lace of my bra my breath hitched much like his own. My heart rate sped up as his fingers trailed down from my breasts and to the waistband of my matching lace panties. 

He pulled on the waistband of them, letting it bounce back onto my hips. Leaning back he pulled his shirt and tie over his head. I took him in, his toned chest and stomach eyeing the ginger trail of hair that could be seen down both. 

He undid his belt, pushing down down his trousers while maintaining eye contact. I watched him until my eyes flickered down to the tent in his underwear. I could hear him chuckle as I eyed his length, my eyes widening as he grew under my gaze. 

He moved again to sit in front of me on the bed. His hands moved up my legs and rested on my things, lightly kneading them, his lips soon followed. He repeated his assault on my neck on my thighs, nipping and sucking until he reached my covered core. 

His eyes flickered up to mine as he halted his actions. I nodded permitting him to continue. His hands came up and they traced my lips causing my breathing getting heavier. He pushed my panties to the side and reached out to delicately lick my clit. I dropped my head back and let out a loud moan. 

“My family is in the house you know.” He laughed against my core, his breath fawned over me sending shivers through my body. 

“Sorry.” I whipped my head up to see him smiling at me. 

“It’s ok, I want to hear you.” He said and summoned his wand. He placed a quick silencing spell on the room. “Don’t hold back darling.” My face heated up at the nickname and I quickly nodded. 

He turned his head back to my core and started to aggressively lick and suck at my clit. I couldn’t hold back the moans that spilled from my mouth as he continued his attack. His fingers came up, tracing the entrance to my core adding to the pleasure I was feeling. I reached behind myself and unclipped my bra to massage at my tits. 

He inserted a finger into me making me exclaim as he pumped it slowly while curling it. He pulled his face back to watch me as twisted and pulled on my nipples, adding to the overwhelming feeling crashing around me. 

“So pretty.” He fawned. I didn’t have time to have to be flushed at his comment as he inserted another finger into me making me scream out his name. He gently licked at my clit now and again as his fingers mercilessly pumped into me. Curling his fingers to hit that one spot over and over again his attention picked up on my clit. 

“George, I, f-fuck! I’m gonna...” I breathed out. The ability to make words passed me as my legs began to shake, the familiar feeling of a knot filled my stomach and my eyes clenched shut. 

He hummed onto my clit, acknowledging my plead and that was enough to send me over the edge. I came hard and saw stars as he continued his attack, milking my orgasm for all it could give him. He pulled his mouth away, soon after pulling out his fingers, massaging my shaking legs as I caught my breath. 

“Do you want to keep going?” He asked. I looked up at him, propping myself up on my elbows as I looked down at him. The tent in his underwear looked bigger as ever and his chin was glistening with my arousal. 

“Please.” I nodded. I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me. One of his hands propped him up while the other cupped my face as we kissed. Our tongues fought each other for dominance, I moved my hand down and palmed him through his boxers. He let out a groan which I used to my advantage to explore his mouth. 

He moved his hand from my face to grab my wrist. I halted all my actions and watched as he pulled his cock free of his underwear. My eyes widened at the sight of him, I felt myself grow wetter and rubbed my thighs together at the sight. He pumped himself a few times as his eyes raked over me, chuckling lightly to himself.

“Needy, are we?”  He taunted. He started to move his hand slower around himself, his eyes were dark as they looked into mine. I wiggled under his stare again letting out a whine. 

“George, I need you.” I managed to breathe out I heard him groan at my words. 

“As you wish.” He crawled on top of me, I linked my legs around his waist. My breathing intensified as he trailed his lips up my torso until he was trailing his lips along my jaw. He nipped and sucked behind my ear causing me to let out a breathy moan. I could feel him pressing against my entrance so I shifted my hips needily trying to take him in. He lifted his head and looked at my face as though he was committing it to memory. 

“Please…” I whined. He smiled down at me and reattached our lips. One of his hands found mine and he pulled it above my head, interlocking our fingers and leaning against it. His other hand trailed down my body until he found my hip, holding it steady. Our lips were still pressing against each other when he pushed into me. I moaned into his mouth causing him to pull away and smile at me. He continued to push into me, filling me up to the hilt. Being quite large, I involuntarily clenched around him trying to adjust to his size. He groaned and placed his head in the crook of my neck. He peppered kisses to my neck and didn’t move, letting me adjust. I felt quite full, in a good way, the stinging sensation I felt at first passed quickly. I ran my free fingers through his hair, beckoning him back to me. I kissed hard signaling for him to start moving. 

Slowly he pulled out halfway then pushed back in with more force. I moaned out his name as he repeated these actions, each time thrusting into me with more force than before. Hoisting my leg around his shoulder he continued his pace, this time hitting that spot deep inside of me that made my toes curl and my lungs lose the air they once retained. I was a moaning mess, saying George’s name like a mantra. Each feeling was both too much to handle and not enough. The familiar feeling of a knot was building up in my lower stomach. My legs began to shake and my breathing sped up as I felt myself tighten around him making each thrust leaving me feeling more full. 

“George, p-please, I need…” His hips snapped into me cutting off my sentence and turning it into a moan. He trailed his hand up and cupped my face. He picked up his pace causing my whole body shake begging for release. 

“What do you need baby?” His voice was husk and sent shockwaves through my body. As he continued his brutal pace and didn’t grant me my release I felt tears prick my eyes as it all became too much to handle. 

“F-Fuck, please George. Please.” A few tears fell as I tried my absolute hardest to hold back from falling apart. 

He leaned his head down and nipped at my ear. “Go on darling, cum for me.” He whispered into my ear. At his words I let myself fall apart, shaking and clenching around him. He continued to thrust, slowing down and stuttering until he filled me up, thrusting a few times as the aftershock of my orgasm made me spasm and let out a few small moans. 

He slowly pulled out of me and laid on top of my chest. Picking up our intertwined hands he placed a kiss on the back of mine. Brushing my fingers through his hair I tried to catch my breath. 

He rolled over and pulled me with him, now resting on his chest I could hear his heartbeat go back to a normal rhythm. 

“Y/N?” I hummed as a response, waves of fatigue fell over me and I traced small patterns onto his pale chest. “I don’t ever want to be apart from you, not anymore.”

I smiled at his words, shifting slightly so I could look up at him I beamed. “That took too long to happen,” He nodded eagerly and I laughed at him lightly. “I just mean I’m ready to fight for us.” 

He grabbed my hand resting on his chest and interlocked our fingers yet again. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

We fell asleep, tangled together breathing in each other and I never felt more complete than I did at that moment. 

[theghost-russo]

Creatures - m!sonreader x FatherHagrid

Summary --> Y/N ( the son of hagrid) helping his pops take care of a creature he found.

WARNINGS: slight mention of animal death, not so great writing.

PAIRINGS: M!reader x Hagrid [son × father] Platonic!!

Ever since you have been going to hogwarts Hagrids been asking you to help him with some creatures.

He has been asking you for help for a couple months, the only reason you keep saying no is cause you dont want to get too attached to the creatures.

You've been debating on actualy saying yes but youre still scared if the animals are just going to die. After all your still trying to get over what happend last time.

But today you're going to get over your fears and say yes.

Youre last class was charms and then once thats over you could go to your dads hut and ask him yourself

While you were there practacing a random spell you start to think

What if he doesn't need help anymore..?

Should i even ask him...

What if im no good...

While lost in thought, you didint realize that you just completely stoped trying to practice the spell

"Hey, you alright 'mate?"

You turned to see Ron looking at you with a confused look

" Oh, yea im fine, what spell are we doing again?"

You asked him hoping that he wont ask again

"Gonna be honest... dont know myself. Was going to ask you but should we ask Harry?"

But before you could respond Proffesor Flitwick called Rons name, aswell as yours.

"Weasly, L/N do you think you can show us how to cast the spell?"

You both looked at eachother then back at the Proffesor who was waiting for an answer.

It was quiet for a bit before Ron asked wich spell it was

The professor sighed and just said it was Reducio and to pay more attention.

After the class was over you said bye to your friends and went to your dads hut

When you were about to nock on the door you hear a noise, you look around the house to find nothing

When you nocked on the door your dad says to come in and you walk into the house to see him looking into a box

"Dad whats in the box?"

You ask while walking closer

"Its a Niffler i found outside wandering, little fella was hurt so i brought her here"

You looked into the box and saw a little niffler with a bandage on its leg.

" 'Yer wanna help me take care of her?"

"Yes!"

You answered quickly while staring back at the niffler who was staring right back at you

"Well, you got lots to learn about these guys to take care of 'em well"

You tried petting it but it almost bit your finger, but you tried again did the same thing

" 'Yer gotta get its trust to pet 'em first"

"Hmm.. i remember reading that they like shiny things, we could give it a coin"

You said while looking at your dad then looking around the hut

"Yer right, check that bag infront of the window. 'Yer should find some.

You went through the bag to find 10 coins, you took out 6 coins and went back to the niffler

"Is 6 coins enough for it?"

You asked looking at your dad whos smiling

"Yep, just perfect for 'em, put it in the corner of the box the Niffler will pick it up"

You put it in the corner and just waited to see if it would pick it up

You heard your dad chuckle and tell you that your scaring it

" 'Yer should head back to your dorm its getting late"

"Aww, why cant i stay for a bit longer!"

You said wanting to stay with the fluffy creature

You didint want to get in truble so you gave up easly

You huged your dad goodbye and said by to the Niffler while walking outside

The end.. or not idk

[harrysrealgf]

YOU STOLE MY HEART

summary: harry and y/n have been going out for a while and everything seems perfect, that is until his heather comes around and y/n feels insecure.

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“y’are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on. y’know that honey?” He smiled, playing with your hair, slowly tucking it behind your ear.

“H, stop im blushing.” she giggled. she put her face onto the bed where they were both laying on their stomachs.

Harry was never a romantic when it came to his past relationships. But y/n was and when they met Harry thought he couldn’t have seen anything more beautiful.

“C’mon pretty. Look at me.” He tilted his head and brushed your hair lightly with his fingers.

You put your head up but your eyes were closed.

“Open y’eyes.”

You opened your eyes only to feel his stare at you and you thought you could never be in love with anyone like the way you were with harry. You just hoped he felt the same way about you.

“H, can we talk?” you ask shyly.

“O’course lovie. What's the problem?” He was scared of what this talk was going to be about.

“It's not a problem I just… I want to make sure we're on the same page.” she was picking at her fingers out of nervousness.

“In what way exactly my love?” He put his hand on top of hers to stop her from picking.

“Im completely in love with you H.” He didn’t expect this and his eyebrows raised. “And I just want to know if you love me as much as i love you. Because I don’t know how you feel about me.”

He chuckled. But not in a bad way, in a way like are you serious?

“Y/n, of course i love you. I was just telling you two minutes ago how you were the most beautiful thing in the universe.” He smiled.

“Yeah but… is beauty all that matters? Like,” She sighed. “I know i’m pretty, but I don’t only want to be pretty. And i want to work for the things I want. I don’t want to just be handed them like most pretty girls.”

“Y/n. You are the smartest most loyal girl ive ever known. You are very beautiful, but you are my whole world. I love you with every inch of my body honey. If i ever bring myself to hurt you in any way, or say the opposite to any of this shit, i want you to know i dont mean it.”

“I love you.”

“I love you to baby.” He smiled caressing your cheek. “Now c’mere and gimme a kiss.”

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“That’s Heather.” Harry said looking over at the dazzling woman. It's like he couldn’t take his eyes off her and it was horrible.

“Oh, she's gorgeous.” I try to not sound jealous.

“I-I know, right?” That shattered everything inside y/n. She started to gnaw on her nails again. Harry was very observant and always notices small things, so when he saw Y/n, he knew he did something wrong.

“Baby, what's wrong?” He looks down at her.

“Are you- um..” She clears her throat. “Are you over her?” Knowing Harry used to like her, she looks down and then up at him for a split second.

He hesitated, shocked she asked that. “O-of course i am. You and I are together.” She scoffed.

“You hesitated.” She said under her breath.

He didn’t really have anything to say to that so he just watched her walk off to go get a drink.

a couple of hours later Harry can't seem to find y/n. He’s freaking out because he doesn’t want her hurt.

“Hey Ni, have you seen y/n?” He walked up to Niall and asked.

“No— Wait wait wait… I think I saw her go upstairs with some people. I think they’re playing truth or dare or something.” He was slurring all his words.

That must’ve blown something in him because suddenly he was storming upstairs going through every room to find her until he actually did.

“Oh hey y/n.” He smirked.

“Oh my gosh! Harry!” You were shit-faced drunk and harry knew it. realistically if there wasn’t alcohol at this party, you would’ve already left.

You ran up to him and jumped in his arms. Heather just so happened to be in this room.

“Guys isn't my boyfriend just so handsome.” She smiles, playing with his curly hair.

“I love you.” She exaggerated her you.

“You’re drunk.”

“Dude I know.” She slurs together

They both look over at heather who rolled her eyes.

“Guys! Let's play spin the bottle.” Heather suggested. Everyone laughed and agreed even Y/n. But Harry didn’t want her to do it.

“Cmon harry! Just trying to live with im young. Don’t be such an old man, play it with me.”

“Fine.”

They sat down in a circle and Heather went first. It landed on Harry and that's when you went completely sober. Realizing the prettiest girl in the room was about to kiss your boyfriend pissed something inside of you off.

“No.” You said audibly.

“Girl cmon. It's just a game.” She rolled her eyes getting closer to Harry. Harry had no response and just sat where he was to begin with.

“I said, no. Spin the fuckin’ bottle again.”

“Y/n... It's just a game and you’re the one who wanted me to play this game. It's just a kiss it doesn't mean anything.” Harry said as he shrugged.

“… Are you serious?” You gave him a blank stare. “No. Y’know what? Im leaving.” She stood up and left the room.

“Y/n-“ Harry was cut off by the door slamming.

“So can we kiss now?” Heather said.

“Heather, Read the room.” Liam said.

Harry chased y/n out of the room.

“y/n please stop.” Harry said and she actually listened and turned back to him.

“What is wrong with you H?”

“Whats wrong with me? What's wrong with you? You’re freaking out over stupid shit. It was just a game that you wanted me to play with you. You don’t have to take your stupid little insecurities out on me.”

“No. Because you of all people should know how hard it is for me to see that happening. The only reason i wanted to play was to see if Heather would try anything on you and she did. H, you say you can't bring yourself to hurt me but you keep doing it! You say you don’t mean to do it but it keeps happening.” At this point, there were tears streaming out of your eyes. “I don’t don’t know if its this alcohol or the fact you really screwed me over, but i don’t think i can be with you anymore. I just hate the fact it took me so long to find out how mean you are H. Did you even mean anything you said to me?”

“Of course, I did honey. I love you…” He was tearing up.

“Im having a hard time believing that considering people don’t constantly hurt who they love.”

“Y/n. Petal, please. I love you more than anything. Please Don't leave me.” He was sobbing at this point. He was like a full sub right now.

“I don’t want to! I just want to be treated right and if you can't do that then we need to split up.” She sighed through her tears. “I wish i could hate you. Maybe then it wouldn’t hurt as much.”

“No baby. Please let me just drive you home… And let's just talk.. please. I cant lose you.”

She nods. “God why can't I stop loving you.”