#it's staged and poor harry he is not free

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wait sorry I know jokes aren't funny when you have to explain them but I don't get the firing two people/ twin flames thing??

There was a reach a friend DMed me from twitter, talking about how they had somehow connected the (nonexistent) dots that Harry wearing his bluebird ring and these being the final shows (I knowwww, we love a plural) had some kind of significance because he was "finally" "free" or whatever, the further proof being all his band members are off doing their own things (presumably "freely"), and my own flippant response to that was, well, if we're gonna look to the tea leaves of band member departures, I guess it was a real signal to the faithful that firing two people from the HS1 squad = twin flames = larry is real!!! (flame = fire)

[sparkrls]

delayed proposal

MASTERLIST

Summary: in which Harry’s got a few secrets up his sleeve and Y/N just wants to know if he’s going to propose

Author’s Note: this is the blurb i was talking about with bandmates!harry x y/n. remember to like and reblog because i crave validation. love ya <3

Word Count: 1.1k

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“Are you going to propose soon?” Was the last question Harry expected to be uttered out of Y/N’s bright pink lips.

It was just another Sunday night, the couple trying to enjoy those last fleeting moments of weekend relaxation before Monday arrived with the usual burden and obligations of being working adults.

In little less than 12 hours, Y/N would be back to her 9-5 job being an assistant to a high-class executive of a finance company. Her boss had too much authority for being so irresponsible and more money than anyone would need in a lifetime. What a luxury it must be to have your dad pass down a company you didn’t know how to run down to you.

Her boss wasn’t a horrible person, he was quite respectful and kind when asking her to do tasks, he was just a very exploitative executive. He had learned from his father to be unbending and demanding.

Y/N’s work paid a good wage, enough for her to pay her bills and still have a bit left. She wasn’t one to buy luxuries, though, preferring to save money up so she could one day quit her 9-5. And then dedicate herself to the things she did every day after work: picked up her red electric guitar, adorned a black skirt that bordered on too short, and perform for (currently small) crowds of people who cheered her band on as they played.

There wasn’t anything Y/N loved quite as much as the rush of being on stage, the bass making the stage shake with each loud thrum, sticks clashing with plates of a drum and the velvet voice of an angel, Harry singing through the microphone and his eyes on her and her fingers moving over the fret of the guitar.

They played small clubs and rundown bars, getting payed a poor wage for the extrenous effort used to get four adults with full time jobs to align their schedules in order to rehearse. Sometimes all they got were free drinks, but they took what they could get and did it for the love of it.

That was how they got here, on Harry’s couch, his arm draped around her shoulders, and her head on his chest. They were watching Bluey, the way they did most nights they spent together. He would always roll his eyes when Y/N suggested it, pretending to hate it, but she knew it was his favorite show, and he always cried at the emotional episodes.

Their instruments lay forgotten on the table, his blue guitar next to her red one, as they’d spent most of the afternoon drinking beer and writing a new song.

It was a question that had been lingering in the back of Y/N’s mind, and she wasn’t quite sure why she chose that moment to blurt it out, but she did. “Are you going to propose soon?”

Harry’s gaze turned to her, eyebrows raised in light surprise, a small breath exhaled between his lips in a faint chuckle. “What?”

It was too late to take it back, so Y/N sat up and told him, “You’ve always talked about wanting to settle down and get married.” His features remained in small confusion. “We’ve been together for a while. Are you going to marry me?”

“Well, of course I’m going to marry you,” Harry said, like it were some scientific fact that everyone knew and was unchangeable. “You’re my forever, baby. I’ve written about a hundred songs about it.” His lips turned up in a smile. That smile he wore every time he told her he loved her, with a cocky and smug edge as if he were teasing her, laced with affection.

“I don’t mean we have to get married this instant, but I just, I guess we’ve never talked about if we were getting engaged or when and I-“

“Baby,” Harry cut off her nervous rambling, chuckling. He kissed her, soft lips with cracked edges from the cold and dry weather. “I already know what ring I’m going to buy. I’m just saving up for it.”

Y/N’s mind blanked for a moment. “You’re already thinking about rings?” Her lips parted in surprise.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yes, silly girl. You’re not the only one thinking about marriage.” He smiled at her, reassuring her that he was just teasing. “In case you haven’t noticed yet, I’m hopelessly in love with you.”

“Oh,” Y/N said, still in shock. Here she was, getting all nervous and insecure about marriage and he had already been planning to propose. Her question now seemed a bit foolish. She looked up at him and said, “You know I don’t need some needlessly expensive ring, right? You could buy it on Aliexpress and I couldn’t care less.”

Harry looked at her with slight amusement. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah,” Y/N said with a small nod. “It’s stupid to spend money on a ring when it doesn’t make much of a difference.”

Harry sighed. “Baby, it’s not about the ring being expensive. It’s about the ring being a symbol for my devotion to you. And I want my devotion to be apparent in the beauty of it.” He tapped the finger on her left hand where the ring would lay. “No, I don’t have to spend money on an expensive ring. That’s why I’m not just getting a huge diamond. I’m getting something you’ll love.”

“But it’s expensive and it’s a waste of money on a simple ring-“

“Is it just a ring? Or is it a symbol of matrimony, of us being together forever?” Harry said gently, correcting her statement. “Not to mention you’re going to be wearing that ring every day ‘till you die.”

Y/N made a sound of contradiction. “Unless we get a divorce.”

Harry stared at her blankly for a few moments. He deadpanned, “Not funny.”

“Kinda funny,” Y/N said with a small smile.

She waited for Harry’s stern gaze to soften with adoration the way it always did. It only took a few moments for his composure to crumble and he leaned in close to her. His nose grazed against hers as he muttered quietly, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

The way he said it sounded like a declaration of love. Everything he said to her did. Because his love could never be called in to doubt. It shone through every word he uttered, every song he wrote, every thing he did.

His lips locked onto hers once again, the tension in his muscles melting away as if all he needed to feel complete was to be pressed against her. To have every inch of skin surrounding her, the taste of beer still on her tongue, and the scent of spring enveloping his senses.

“I’m going to marry you,” Harry uttered, an oath murmured against her lips before placing a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close once again.

[gucciwins]

Nice To Meet Ya

a/n: part two to not another rockstar I have an idea for what I want from them so I'm excited to work on this. if you have any requests for them please feel free to send them my way.

word count: 2358

warnings: smut (male receiving)

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Harry was in a trance for the entirety of Y/N’s set. He knew there were more people on stage part of her band, but he didn’t seem to process a single one. Harry could only focus on one thing, and that was Y/N. He wanted more time with her than the few minutes he got. Paul and Adam had tried talking to him during the show asking if he wanted another drink or what he thought but he brushed them off instead stepping away from the table and walking closer (as close as he can in a sold-out crowd) toward the stage. 

Y/N fell to her knees and threw her head back. Harry felt his pants tighten and hated himself at that moment for being a typical man. How could anyone blame him? When all he could picture were those pretty red lips leaving marks on his skin.

He really needs to talk to her again. 

When the lights go out and the awful dim lights come back on, Harry turns back to his friends who are talking to Ayo, who must have joined during the show. 

“What did you think, Harry? Any good?” Ayo asks, unaware of his endless thoughts of the lead singer. 

Everyone in the friend group knows Harry as the music nerd. Name an artist and he’ll name five songs. From oldies to rap, he’s open to it all. He even formed a band of his own in his youth but now produces music, something he found he’s better suited to. He’s surprised he hadn’t heard of “Cleopatra” before, the band carrying an original sound of rock and with Y/N’s vocals, he knew why the crowd was in the palm of her hand. 

“I’m a fan,” he admits. 

Paul pats him on his shoulder. “Pretty big by your reaction to the complete set.” 

Harry’s cheeks turn pink. There is no denying it when his two friends couldn’t get his attention for a single second in 45 minutes. 

“Well, can you blame me?” Harry tries to defend. 

The group laughs, and Paul gestures for everyone to follow him. Harry wonders if they’re leaving already but knows better than to ask and simply follows in pursuit. Ayo is now leading them through a familiar walkway. Harry feels his heartbeat accelerate. He’s stuck between wanting to run out and ready to push in front of everyone to see Y/N again. 

Ayo knocks on the door reading “Cleopatra”. A petite blonde opens the door. 

The blonde shrieks and pulls Ayo into a hug. She drags Ayo in, leading everyone to follow. Harry takes that moment to look around the large dressing room where there are clothes thrown on the floor, bags of makeup sit on the bathroom counter. He knows that it must be a mess to clean up. There are three girls (blonde included) but no sign of Y/N. Introductions are being made when Y/N walks out shaking a towel through her hair and is now dressed in an oversized crew neck and sweats. She looks beautiful. 

Harry tries his best to not stare at her, but it proves to be hard when she comes to stand in front of him with the rest of her bandmates. 

“Lastly, Y/N, these are a few of my friends.” Ayo introduces going by the order. Y/N greets everyone by repeating their names and when it’s his turn Y/N smirks, accepting Harry’s outstretched hand. 

“We’ve met, right Harry,” Y/N purrs. 

Harry gulps, loving the feel of her hand trailing down his hand. “Yes, we met earlier.” 

Y/N giggled, loving the effect she had on him. “Poor Harry seemed a bit lost.”

Ayo shakes her head. “He’s notorious for getting lost.” 

“Hey now,” Harry interrupts. 

Adam wags a finger at Harry. “Boy, we’ve had to stop the music at a bar once because no one could locate you.”

Harry pouts and spares a glance at Y/N, who looks amused with the information she’s being given. “And where was he?” Y/N inquires.

“In the toilets, holding a girl’s hair back.”

“Oh a gentleman,” the blonde says while giving Y/N a small nudge. 

Harry scratches his neck nervously. “Uh, the girl’s friend asked for my help while she rallied her friends.” 

He did not want to relive that memory. Harry was healing a broken heart back then when his friends dragged him to the bars. He didn’t want to drink, but before he knew it, he was throwing back tequila shot after tequila shot. Harry had been single since then. He’s always been a relationship guy.

Harry loved courting, taking people on dates. Paying for their meals or even opening the car door. He’d do every stereotypical romantic thing you’ve heard of until he’d fallen in love. It almost always led him to heartbreak, but he was a hopeless romantic. He’d never close his heart off to love. 

“Well, I think that was very sweet.” Y/N smiles at Harry. “What did you all think of the show?” 

Harry appreciates she took the attention off of him and decides to fall behind his friends while they mingle with Y/N bandmates whose name he does not remember yet. Adam is talking with Annabelle (red hair) and Jordan (pale with blue eyes). Harry is trying to remember everyone as he eases into conversation with them. He discovered that the blonde’s name was Estrella, who was born under a meteorite shower. Then there’s Y/N, whose name he’d never forget since learning. They had been playing a game of chase as he tries his best to talk with her, but she always manages to make it to the next group for conversation. 

The night is winding down and Harry is afraid to go home without getting Y/N’s number. He feels aware of everyone in the room and it’s what has stopped him from going and stealing her for a conversation. As he is thinking about saying his goodbye’s Y/N comes to stand next to him happily joining the conversation with Paul, he was just having. Y/N is the type of person he thinks twice about approaching. Harry is confident in an environment he’s comfortable in, say the studio or a bookshop, but here in the venue where clearly Y/N runs the show, he isn’t sure how to proceed. Harry’s too stuck in his head.

“I’m going to steal Harry for a bit, Paul. I heard he’s a talented musician.” Y/N tells his friend, surprising Harry.

“By all means. Pick his brain.” Paul pushes Harry forward. 

Y/N reaches for his hand, pausing for a moment to see if he’s alright with that. Harry gives her a nod, and it’s all the encouragement she needs. 

She leads them down winding hallways until they step into a private green room with a couch and two guitars. 

“I like to come here and play on my own before the show. Everyone knows not to bother me here,” Y/N tells him.

Harry feels honored, but also doesn’t know if she’s done this for others. “And why am I here?” 

Y/N turns to look at him. A teasing smile sits on her glossed lips. “Come on, Harry. Do I really need to say it?”

Harry frowns. What can Y/N be referring to?

Y/N rolls her eyes, but he takes no offense as she walks back over to him. “The chemistry between us,” she purrs. “We’ve got to do something about it.”

“Do you want to go on a date?” Harry asks confidently, thinking this is what she’s searching for. 

“Oh sweet boy,” Y/N walks in front of him. “I’m talking about taking care of this tension.” 

Harry feels his pants tighten. He wants her more than anything. A taste of how sweet she must be, but it seems Y/N will be in charge of whatever happens in this room. 

“What do you have in mind?” 

Y/N twirls a piece of her hair. “Would you let me suck you off?” 

Harry takes a deep breath. He’s never met someone as forward as Y/N. It’s clear she goes after what she wants. It doesn’t matter how she gets it. 

“Shouldn’t I be rewarding you?” 

Y/N laughs, pushing her hair back. “Who’s saying you’re not?”

Harry smiles at Y/N. He’s trying his best to get an understanding of her, but it’s clear she’s special. 

“Now, am I okay to get on my knees and suck your cock?” 

Harry has to choke back a moan. Y/N knows what she wants, and it’s Harry. 

“Yes, please,” he whispers. 

Pleased, Y/N gets down on her knees and unbuckles Harry’s belt. She’s quick to pull down his pants. Harry is hard, of course he is. Y/N is pleased, they’re a twinkle in her eyes as she looks up at him silently asking to remove this barrier. Harry gives her a nod. Y/N wastes no time in pulling down his briefs and is pleased to see his stiff cock.

Y/N’s face lights up with excitement. He’s much bigger than she expected. Y/N’s lips hovered over the tip, taking in the sheer size of his cock. Y/N felt herself get wet with desire and knew just how badly she needed this. She’d worry about taking care of herself later. 

Harry shivered as Y/N’s warm breath trickled against the tip of his cock as her lips brushed against the head. He kept his eyes down, watching as Y/N eagerly dragged her soft, warm lips against the tip of his cock. 

Y/N was lining his cock with kisses, getting lost in feeling him. 

“Fuck, you look so pretty,” he muttered. 

A soft moan left her lips in appreciation of his words. Harry watched on as Y/N took inch by inch into her mouth, coating his cock with her saliva. 

“Ohh fuck,” Harry groaned as he stared down at the woman of his dreams. Her head moved up and down his cock as she sucked, her mouth forming a large ‘o’ shape. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked deeply against his dick. “Fuck, Y/N. Yes, baby!” 

Y/N moaned against him as she pushed more of his cock down her throat. Her mouth watered as every inch of his cock pressed against her tongue. She bobbed back and forth, loving the taste of him in her mouth. Harry stared at Y/N in awe as she took every inch of him in her wet mouth. Y/N hungrily worked towards the base of his shaft. He let her keep going, and soon his cock hit the back of Y/N’s throat. She slowed a bit, gagging slightly, but it did not stop her from sucking. 

After a few moments, Y/N pulled her mouth away from the base. She took a deep breath but didn’t pull away; she licked up his shaft. “You have a nice cock.” Y/N told him in a breathless tone. 

Harry couldn’t believe this girl. “You’re an angel.” 

Y/N smirked, “I wouldn’t say that.” 

Y/N stroked him with her left hand. She loved how heavy he felt in her hand. Harry’s heaving breathing was a sign he was close. His stamina was impressive. Y/N had been with guys who’ve cum as soon as her lips touched their tip, but not Harry. She had to wonder what he was hiding under his shirt. She knew she was going to have some fun with him. 

She kept her eyes locked on Harry’s as she lowered her head once again to suck his cock. The dirty sounds filled the room, Harry’s moans bouncing off the walls and going straight to her wet core. A fire burned through Y/N as she felt Harry getting close. His groans rang louder. Her name fell off his lips, effortlessly edging her on. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” He pants. “I’m going to come.” 

Harry says it as a warning for her to pull away, but Y/N is determined. She wants to swallow his come. She’s greedy for it. 

“Y/N!” He warns one last time. 

Y/N pulls away, her lips swollen and saliva dripping down her chin. “I want it down my throat, Harry.” 

She bobs her head and waits for him. She takes as much of him as she can and feels Harry tense. He sets one hand in her hair. Y/N gasps against him, not expecting the pain but enjoying. 

“Baby, Y/N I’m coming.” 

Y/N hums as she slowly pulls off his cock. She sits back against her heels. Y/N makes a show for him to see she swallowed every last drop. Harry leans against the wall for support. Y/N cleans around her mouth with her thumb. She sees it’s a small drop and instead of wiping it off; she licks her thumb clean. 

She flashes him a smile. Harry shakes his head, not believing what just happened. He’s not sure what to say. He wants to return the favor but Y/N’s phone rings. She takes a quick peek, and he knows it’s time to head back. Y/N helps him slip back on his briefs and pants. Harry offers her his hand to help her stand, and she accepts. 

“That was fun. I’ve got to go now.” Y/N leans in and presses a kiss on his cheek. “Bye now”

“Can I have your number?” He shouts as she’s walking away. Harry can’t let her slip away.

Y/N turns and gives him a wink. “Check your pocket.” 

He’s quick to put his hands in his jeans and in the front left pocket finds a piece of paper. It’s a ripped recipient and on the back in pink is a note with her phone number. 

Please don’t make me wait long for a call xx Y/N

Harry wondered if calling her when he got home would make him seem eager? Guess he’ll have to try to find out.

[keepdrivingrry]

WILDFLOWER CASES

summary: in which harry and y/n meet because of the harries trying to get free phone cases.

face claim: Devon Carlson

guys I’m sorry for not being active I got lazy all through winter break and once I returned to school I got busy 😭

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yourinstagram nice try harries 😉 all orders were canceled BUT I’m being generous and giving you guys a chance! use the code “HARRY” for 25% off! love you all 💌

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harryfan1 DAMN IT

harryfan2 stop the fact that she’s still doing a discount 😭

harryfan3 she’s too nice..was still looking forward to a free phone case though 🥲

↳ yourinstagram sorry!

gemmastyles stop 😂 harrystyles

↳ harryfan4 GEMMA

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hsupdates guys we literally got called out 😭

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harryfan1 STOP

harryfan2 i could just imagine y/n’s reaction when all the orders started coming through 💀

yourinstagram you guys I’m a harrie too I know stuff 😭

↳ harryfan3 Y/N

harryfan4 LMAOO POOR Y/N

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hsupdates Harry talking about y/n and wildflower cases on bbc radio 1!

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hsupdates “I heard about my fans trying to rob a phone case company from my sister. I talked to y/n the owner and she just laughed about the whole situation.”

hsupdates “yeah I apologized and invited her to one of my shows I felt terrible.”

harryfan1 STOP YOU GUYS

harryfan2 the fact that we made harry apologize for us 😭

harryfan3 HARRY INVITED

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yourinstagram I thank the harries for making my 13 year old self happy. harrystyles

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harryfan1 I SAW HER SHE WAS SO NICE

paulithepsm everyone she’s my new bestie!!

↳ yourinstagram would forever be grateful for replacing harry with that title

↳ harrystyles heyyy

harrystyles I’m forgiven?

↳ yourinstagram harry…it was a joke I really wasn’t mad I promise 😭

↳ harryfan2 Y/N MESSING WITH HIM

harryfan3 HE WAS SO JUMPY TODAY

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hsupdates harry on stage making everyone apologize to y/n!

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harryfan1 I WAS THERE

↳ harryfan2 what exactly did he say?

↳ harryfan1 basically said “everyone here..well mostly everyone here tried to rob my dear friend y/n..now I want everyone to apologize to her!” “come on..everyone say ‘sorry y/n! “

harryfan3 she was literally laughing and smiling the entire concert harry kept going to where she was

harryfan4 he was literally so smiley tonight

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hsupdates harry and y/n seen hugging tonight in NYC!

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harryfan1 no cause I kind of see it

harryfan2 ITS ALWAYS THE BLURRY PICTURES

harryfan3 THEY’RE SO CUTE

harryfan4 and it all started cause of us so they should totally be thanking us tbh

↳ harryfan5 bestie we almost robbed her company 😭

thank you for reading x

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MANCHESTER NIGHT TWO

prompt: Harry is having his ‘adjustment day’ and everyone has to suffer with him

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warnings: smut, blood, minors dni 18+

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As stated before, like clockwork, a couple dates into tour - Harry gets crabby beyond belief.

It’s been happening since the Up All Night Tour.

Give it just a few shows until his body starts to catch up and then he has to get back into the routine which takes some adjustment.

He’s also hasn’t had a stage this big for his tour since One Direction days and now he has a whole stadium to prance around in.

Tour means drastically less sleep, a thousand more pounds of pressure on his shoulders each day, extreme amounts of exhaustion from his actual show, and less time for anything but performing.

Harry has always managed to juggle all these things pretty well except for his sporadic bouts of crabbiness and just overall poor mood.

YN had been used to those for every tour, just waiting for the day to hit, sometimes it was the second tour day and then other times it was the seventh.

It turns out to be his fourth, if you’re including his set at the summer ball in wembley stadium.

Last night, Harry had been so utterly drained from his performance in his hometown that they hadn’t done anything but go to sleep after the show with very little spoken because he was still so overstimulated from everything that day.

YN is up earlier than him which is unusual, he definitely wasn’t fancying a workout after that show last night, he deserved a lay in.

They were staying with Anne, not the same home Harry grew up in but still warm and cozy - with many touches of mum that she knew he missed.

Anne is out to breakfast with a group of her friends, the house is quiet as YN fixes herself a cup of chai tea and sits on a chaise that over looks the well maintained garden.

Nearly an hour later, YN hears slow, heavy footsteps from behind her then a graveling grumbling, “Morning.”

YN already knew, just by the greeting that today was the day but she always had hope that she was wrong though she rarely ever is.

When she turns to look over her shoulder, she sees her husband in just his briefs, hair going every which way, and his face is still puffy from sleep - he looked adorable.

“Come have a cuddle,” YN offers, patting the spot next to her, normally, he would have curled right in next to her and they would have stayed there for a long while.

Harry’s face twists up before he’s shaking his head, “Don’t want a cuddle, I want a coffee. My mum doesn’t have the bloody oat creamer I need. Now I’m shit out of luck, I guess.”

YN wants to roll her eyes at him because the pout on his face is absolutely ridiculous and the way his shoulders are tensed up is dramatic.

“Well, we can go to the market and get some,” YN suggests the obvious option even though she really didn’t want to go through Harry being noticed out in public.

There wasn’t much time before Harry would have to be at the stadium which is still about forty-five minutes away from his mum’s house.

“Fine,” Harry huffs out before turning on his heel to go get dressed, feet still heavy and irritated as they drag against the hardwood floors.

YN knew by now not to personalize it, not to get her feelings hurt because that only made it worse - she tried to avoid any type of confrontation on these days because feeding into the negativity is what he wants - wants others to be in a foul mood like he is.

He returns back downstairs in a low-key outfit of a hoodie, running shorts, and tennis shoes with a beanie and sunglasses - people knew he was in the area, they were going to be on the lookout for him.

YN was already dressed in a pleasing hoodie and leggings, pulling her own hood up and slipping on a pair of sunglasses as well.

Harry’s quiet during the ride into town, his hand on her thigh but he doesn’t say anything and she doesn’t push him - he can get so overwhelmed and overstimulated that it can take a whole day for him to reset.

They’re in the small market, in the dairy aisle, and find a similar enough container of oat creamer that he can use for his coffee.

“Do you think I have enough time for a nap-“ Harry begins to ask quietly as they walk out of the shop after checking out but is cut off by screams.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Harry mutters under his breath as he noticed a large flock of fans that had formed outside while they were shopping.

Harry doesn’t stop for any pictures, tries his best to acknowledge the fans without stopping to greet them because he just doesn’t have the energy for it.

Despite his grumpiness, he’s always a good husband, pulling YN close to his side as he begins to try to nicely push his way through the group of screaming fans.

“Bloody eight in the morning,” Harry hisses in irritation as they get jostled around by the mass of pushing bodies.

YN feels a sharp pain shoot through her Achilles when someone accidentally steps on the back of her heel with their heavy combat boot.

“Ow! Harry,” YN gasps in surprise as she pauses where she’s standing and squeezing her eyes shut as she tries not to panic - it can get overwhelming so fast.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Harry asks urgently in concern, eyes hardening when he sees the back of her foot bleeding from a scrape - it wasn’t serious but it was preventable and looked like it hurt like hell.

Harry manages to keep a level head but his voice is loud and booming, “Everyone needs to step back. You just made my wife bleed. Give her space for Christ’s sake!”

He’s not yelling but it’s firm enough that everyone takes a step back with surprised eyes at his tone that he rarely ever used with the public.

Harry wraps his arm tightly around YN’s shoulder as he hustles them towards the car, quick as he whips open her door and helps her in - blood pooling in her sandal as it drips.

When he revs up the engine of his Range Rover, the crowd steps back a bit to give him space to peel out of the car park, he’s shaking his head angrily as he goes well over double the speed limit.

He’s quiet again, getting a good bit of distance between them and the market before he’s pulling over at a small empty playground and shoving it into park before he’s out of the car once again.

Harry is opening her door and gently reaching for her ankle, brows furrowed and an angry grimace on his face that highlight the dark circles under his eyes.

“What happened?” He asks as he examines the cut with careful movements, thumb caressing her ankle bone.

“Someone was too close behind me, stepped on my heel with their boot,” YN yelps when he prods at the sensitive skin around the wound and tries to yank her foot away but he grips it firmly.

“Sorry,” Harry apologizes roughly as he steps away to open to boot of the car - scrounging around until he comes back with a water bottle and one of his clean tee shirts from the cleaners which he picked up yesterday, “This might sting a bit.”

YN’s hand grips the handle on the door and squeezing when he begins to pour water over the cut and wipe the dirt from the shoe away with his shirt.

It wasn’t the end of the world but it sure as hurt.

Harry then rips the shirt, without a care that it was an expensive cotton tee from Alessandro himself, and wraps it around her ankle in a makeshift wrap.

YN leans forward after he’s done, wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him softly despite how stiff he is, he kisses back.

“Thank you, best husband,” She murmurs against his lips but he actually scoffs and takes a step back, a stormy expression still on his face.

“Yeah, really the best husband,” He frowns, pouring the water over his dirty hands before drying them with a scrap of the shirt, “If I was a good husband, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt or put in the position in the first place.”

His words were sharp, disappointed in himself as he shuts her door and gets back in the driver’s seat, grip on the wheel so tight his knuckles are white.

By the time they get home, YN is frustrated that Harry doesn’t have enough time to lay back down for a nap because sleep exhaustion was not fun.

She really really didn’t want him going out on stage when he was this tired, he always felt frustrated with his performance afterwards which just made everything spiral.

Harry isn’t under the same impression because when they get home, YN is busy cleaning up her foot and telling Anne what happened.

He disappears upstairs, YN assumes to get his items together to take to the stadium but she gets distracted with Anne and the cats.

It isn’t until the shiny black SUV pulls in to chauffeur them that YN realizes that she hasn’t seen Harry in about half an hour.

When she trails up to the bedroom they’re staying in, she sees him fast asleep ontop of the covers, he hadn’t even taken his tennis shoes off he was that deprived of sleep.

YN felt awful when she had to sit next to him on the bed and gently rub her hand over his chest, whispering, “H, need you to get up.”

It reminded her of his One Direction days.

-

They were so overworked.

All the boys ran in less than five hours of sleep and were expected to work every moment they were awake.

From recording to interviews to having cameras for documentaries shoved in their faces every other minute - they were constantly spread thin.

They were tucked away in a tiny tour bunk on top, the curtains drawn and they were both fast asleep with Harry’s nose buried in her neck.

After concerts lately, the team had been making the boys stay up even later to record for their next album - no care for how much they just wanted to go to sleep.

When Harry would finally crawl into the bunk, after a concert and then two hours of studio time, it would be two in the morning.

He would be asleep in a minute flat, YN could barely get a goodnight or I love you in before he was nuzzling into her and snoring.

It was like that tonight, they had just performed in Paris and it was an unusually hot night on stage - the heat had Harry’s hair matted to his neck where it fell out of his bun.

The heat always made it harder on their bodies to perform, running around that massive stage, and on a running timer of little sleep.

When Harry had ran off stage after the finale of Best Song Ever, he’s grabbing YN’s hand and rasping, “Just want to shower with you and sleep for days. C’mon before they try to grab me to record.”

They find him, however, before he can get onto the tour bus, and demand that he come record the chorus for Fireproof.

“Just want a shower and to sleep. Is it that much to ask for?” Harry grumbles unhappily before giving YN a kiss and pat to her bum, “I’ll miss you. I’ll try not to wake you when I get in.”

He always did. But it was okay.

It was nearly three hours later when Harry is crawling up the ladder and pushing the curtain back so he can slide into the bunk next to her before pulling the fabric back in place.

He smelled good of his normal eucalyptus body wash and mint shampoo, he was still a little damp like he didn’t want to towel off, and he was just in his briefs as he nestled in next to her.

“Mmm,” YN hums drowsily, acknowledging him as she wiggles back into him and sighing happily when he wraps his arm around her and kisses the nape of her neck.

“Sorry for waking you,” Harry whispers sleepily, planting a few more kisses along her neck and shoulders.

“What time is it?” She mumbles half- asleep still as she helps him pull the blankets over his body too.

“About four in the morning,” He tells her before being interrupted with a yawn as he begins it’s his head on the same pillow as her.

YN vaguely remembers huffing out that it was too late and that he needed sleep but by the time those syrupy words rolled off her tongue, Harry was already dead to the world.

Not much time could have passed before fluorescent light is infiltrating their little nest and a deep voice is announcing, “Time to get up.”

YN squints the light away, grabbing blindly at her phone to check the time.

“It’s six on the morning, Paul. Harry just got into bed at four,” She tells him through a groan, her boyfriend hadn’t even stirred yet.

“Don’t know what to tell you. They have a jammed packed day, no wiggle room. Harry, wake up,” Paul’s voice is louder this time before he’s pulling open the curtains to everyone else’s bunks.

YN knows Harry’s awake when he inhales sharply before taking a lazy, long breath out - lips smacking together against the skin of her neck.

She brings her hand to card through his long lock, nearly to his shoulders. They’re fluffy and soft from his shower the night before.

“I’m so tired,” Harry mumbles sleepily, eyes still shut as he nuzzles further into her body, “I feel like m’gonna die if I keep running on two hours of sleep every night.”

“I hate seeing you this exhausted,” YN replies sadly, massaging his scalp for a moment longer before Paul’s making his rounds to make sure they’re out of bed.

-

Harry still looked like that same sleepy boy right now as he sniffles and digs his face further into the pillow in resistance.

“H, the car’s here already,” YN tells him, letting her hand drift down the warm muscle of his tattooed bicep and forearm.

His eyes blink open harshly, pausing to process for a moment before he’s grunting, “Why didn’t you wake me up sooner? Only been asleep for a minute and now we have to go. Bloody ridiculous.”

YN rolls her eyes as he pushes himself off the bed with a irate grumble, he begins shoving stuff in his tote bag, and cursing to himself.

She knows by now not to take it personal, to not argue because it only makes things worse. Sometimes that’s easier said than done but not when it comes to little things like this.

When YN goes to hike her own duffle over her shoulder, Harry hip bumps her, and lugs it over his own - like she said, even when he’s grumpy he’s an amazing husband.

“See you at the stadium in a few hours,” YN tells Anne, giving her a kiss on the cheek and allowing her to wrap her in a motherly hug

“Bye mum,” Harry says bluntly, giving her a wave before he’s stepping up into the car and shutting the door.

Anne looks at YN with a confused expression, taken aback by the curt behavior of her son.

YN waves her hand dismissively, “It’s not you. I think today’s his adjustment day.”

That’s what they all referred to it as.

-

“Well, it’s definitely his adjustment day,” YN scoffs in agitation as she slams shut the dressing room door and heads out to where the rest of the band is hanging out, “Date six this time.”

The boys chuckle because they know exactly what she’s talking about by their third tour, he’s just like clockwork.

A few minutes later, Harry admerges in his tight black skinny jeans, loose button-up, and a headscarf holding his curls back.

“Where’s YN?” He demands when he doesn’t see her anywhere in the vicinity.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been a douche at soundcheck and we’d tell you,” Louis shrugs, not bothering to look up from the video game he's playing with Zayn.

“You can go fuck yourself,” Harry snaps instantly, jaw clenching as he storms past his bandmates who just ignore him anyways.

He was normally the kindest, least problematic out of all of them so they’d let his bad days slide more easily than with each other.

YN is currently pouring herself a glass of fresh squeezed mango juice from the Kraft service table when Harry finds her.

“You know I love you,” Harry murmurs quietly as he steps behind her, she can feel him pressing up against her.

“I would hope so,” She replies with a chuckle, taking a sip before saying, “If not, we just wasted quite a few years.”

“Are you mad at me?” He pushes, ignoring the dirty look she gives him when he takes the cup out of her hand and swigs down the juice she’d just poured - he reaches around her to refill it.

“No,” YN sighs as she takes the glass back, leaning back into him, “Just hated days when you’re like this. It’s hard for me to watch. You just get worn so thin and get so mentally tired that it makes me sad to see you get pushed so much.”

“It’ll get better, in a few years, when I’m on my own,” Harry promises as he leans in to kiss her temple, hands squeezing her hips, “If I ever get the chance to do a solo tour.”

-

Oh, would he.

A sold out stadium tour to be exact.

And he wasn’t lying, when he went solo things did get a lot better.

He wasn’t spread as thin as ice constantly, everyday of the year but maybe now half the year - only when he’s touring or promoting but he definitely had a bit more down time for self-care.

It was the back-to-back concerts, like Glasgow, Capital Ball, Manchester night one, and now night two before Wembley, she was so proud she could burst at the seams.

Harry had been just a moody during soundcheck, a frown etching his lips downward as he kept an annoyed expression on his face.

“S’too loud.”

“I say it’s too loud so you turn the volume up?”

“Okay. Why is it suddenly becoming difficult to get this right? We’ve done it a million times before.”

Fans idealized who Harry is as a person.

That’s not saying that he isn’t wonderful and kind but he is human, this is the side YN gets too which is part of being in a marriage - the good and the bad.

People blog about how perfect their relationship must be, how Harry must bring her flowers in bed everyday, and never get cross with her.

Harry Styles the brand isn’t the same as Harry Styles the person.

Most people get the brand, very few get the person.

YN feels bad as she watches the audio techs scramble to make it right, bickering between each other as they fumble with the buttons and switches.

The soundcheck was already running too close to showtime which YN knows has Harry on edge, the fans will be let in almost as soon as they’re done - he’ll have to start getting ready.

—

“Hey!” YN squeaks, giggling quietly as she looks around the hallway, “Harry, you don’t have much time before you have to go on stage!”

“Shush up and let me kiss you before the boys find us,” Harry leans in, connecting their lips as he’s pushing her back against the wall.

“Oi! Styles, get your arse to the stage! What did I tell you about distracting him?” Preston barks at them as he’s trying to taper down a smile by putting his hands on hips like he means business.

Harry grumbles as he gives her one more kiss before bumping their noses together, “Want to go get pizza after the show?”

“Isn’t as easy as before. Now you need security and approval,” YN murmurs but there’s no heat behind the words, “I’d love to get pizza later.”

She reaches up to adjust his bandana, he looks like a frat boy with his golden dark tan, black cut-off tank, and ripped skinny jeans.

“Styles! I mean it! Now!”

“Bloody hell! M’coming!” Harry shouts back before flipping him the bird.

-

Harry picks a fight with Harry Lambert about his outfit, complaining about nothing and refusing any replacement item.

Everyone already knows he’s going to wear what was originally planned but he has to complain that the zipper was too flimsy or the shirt didn’t mesh with the shoes.

He didn’t want the three other shirt options and so he goes back to the original but debates over his shoes for nearly twenty minutes.

Lambert looks like he wants to strangle him by the time it’s over.

Usually, Harry would slip into his clothes with any issue as they planned these outfits in advance and Harry had specifically approved every single one.

YN isn’t in the room when Jeff chews Harry out about how he acted today at the grocery store, how he should have stopped and taken pictures, and signed autographs.

She misses that Harry had just told his best friend and manager to fuck off and leave him alone, to not come near him at all, and mind his own business.

YN had been sat with Anthony Pham as he clicked through pictures from the night before on his laptop, he landed on an action shot of Harry jumping up the few stairs when he was going crazy during ‘Satellite’.

She had meant to warn Harry to be careful about doing that and he had just happened to be storming out of his dressing room when she looks up.

“H, baby,” YN calls, unsure of where he was heading but he stops in his tracks and meets her gaze with a tight jaw.

“What?” Flat. Blunt.

“Anthony was just showing me some pictures from last night. Please be careful when you jump those stairs. It might drizzle and if you slip, you’re really going to get hurt,” YN tells him softly, it wasn’t pestering or nagging - it was because she cared and thought she’d remind him.

His face pinches up even more as he listens before he’s booming out, “I’m not a fucking baby. I don’t need to be told that. S’my show and I’ll do what I want.”

YN takes a deep breath, steadying herself so that she doesn’t match his negative energy but inside, she’s absolutely livid with him.

“You’re right, Harry. It is all your show, popstar. You do what you want,” YN scoffs as the angry rising up in her chest before she’s giving Anthony a pat on the shoulder before she’s walking away the from the situation.

Popstar.

When YN used it, it was an insult. It was to highlight how spoiled or egocentric he was being. Every time she says it in that context, it triggers him.

-

“I don’t want to go out tonight. I’m saying no and it’s final,” Harry huffs firmly, sitting on the couch in their first London flat.

“You promised me last week that you would come with us, H. Everyone’s expecting you and I want you to come as well,” YN bites back as she stands at their kitchen counter.

“No. It was leaked that I was back in London. Everyone knows I’m here. I’m not going out to just be bombarded with fans and paparazzi tonight. I’m not doing it after a three week long press tour for This Is Us.”

“Fine,” YN mutters, slamming her cup down a little harsher than necessary, “It’s much more important than what I want. Right, popstar?”

“That’s not what I said! You bloody know that I hate when you call me that!” Harry raises his voice, running a hand through his curls.

“Then stop acting like a spoiled little popstar!” YN retorts hotly, she logically knew she was the one being a little over dramatic - she just had not liked his tone.

-

His face instantly turns into a deeper scowl when he hears it, his teeth gritting together as he stares intently at her back before following after her.

“Don’t walk away from me,” Harry demands lowly as he takes strides behind her, “M’not being a popstar, I just don’t need mothered.”

YN spins on her heel, crossing her arms, “I’ve been plenty plenty patient with you today. My patience has run out. You need to adjust your attitude or you can sleep on the couch tonight.”

“Rather that anyways,” Harry hisses brattily, kissing the back of his teeth - YN can see straight through the rough guy act.

Anyone else would be intimidated by his broad shoulders, stoney glare, and clenched jaw but not her, not one bit, she doesn’t back down.

“Don’t come crying to me when you hurt yourself on stage,” She shrugs casually before shaking her head in disbelief at his overall attitude today.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Harry rumbles back before he’s storming off, back towards his dressing room before he’s swinging open the door and slamming it shut.

YN has to chuckle because even on his worst days, like today, he’s just a little brat but never gets to the point where YN feels anything but a mixture of annoyance and fondness.

YN inhales deeply to let the annoyance flow out of her body as she walks towards Harry Lambert to get her outfit for the show.

It was a simple light washed gucci jumpsuit, the denim was the same color as the denim that made up Harry’s overalls. ***

(imagine them in the same color denim as Harry’s)

YN was planning on a cute pair of mule heels but with the cut on the back of her ankle, she figured she better go for something more comfortable.

She decided to just keep on her slides, she was going to stay off to the side of the stage tonight - about halfway through the show Anne and everyone else would join her.

It’s nearing showtime when YN realizes she hasn’t seen Harry in a hot minute as she sees Jeff storming down the hallway - near red in the face.

“What’s going on?” YN questions with concern as she sees Harry jogging down the long corridor towards the stage.

“He fell asleep and now he’s pissed that he only has five minutes until showtime,” His manager huffs before he’s mumbling an update on his walkie.

“Maybe if somebody fuckin’ woke me up!” Harry complains boisterously as he’s tucking his ear pieces into and hustling towards the stage where he now has less than a minute until showtime.

He’s too distracted by being rushed to the stage by the crew for YN to wish him luck or anything like that but YN finds a storage box to sit on - on side stage.

She can feel the camera flashes not only on Harry but on her as well, it was always awkward to remember that people would film her watching Harry and post it as well.

The show is going fine, Harry seems to be a little more subdued than the night before but overall he always manages to put on a great performance and his fans won’t be able to tell.

Towards the end of the show, a light drizzle begins to fall and coat the stage - making it slippery and what YN had warned against.

As Harry is going crazy during Satellite, he starts jogging backwards down the long catwalk before turning quickly to jump up onto the platform - skipping the three steps.

YN’s heart drops when she sees his face twist into grimace before he’s covering his expression with a forced smile again.

He hadn’t tripped or tumbled over but he most definitely had landed funny on his ankle, just like YN had ‘mothered’ him about.

It must be bothering him because he does not jump around nor does he run for the rest of the show, babying that foot.

YN’s first reaction is to be furious with him, she told him this would happen and he was in such a poor mood that he got angry instead and ended up hurting himself.

She wants to scream ‘I told you so’ as soon as he steps off the stage but she not going to make the situation even worse than it already was.

After the show, all of their friends and family who attended were supposed to go out to eat at a restaurant Jeff had paid out to have for the night.

However when Harry jogs off stage gingerly before slowing to a slow walk as soon as he’s out of the eye line of fans.

YN is waiting for him like always, feels a bit of warmness when he comes to her, dipping down to kiss her before pulling back and murmuring, “You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks,” YN murmurs, thumbing a stray curl off his damp forehead, “You going to go shower before we head out to The River’ Edge?”

Harry’s face turns stormy for the hundredth time of the day, he shakes his head adamantly as he straightens back up, “No, m’not going. I just want to go back home.”

YN already knows why but still prompts, “Why?”

“Why? Because I just bloody did a show for nearly eighty thousand people and I want to relax, not entertain fifty more,” Harry huffs like it’s obvious, crossing his arms and pouting out his bottom lip.

She’s actually relieved that he doesn’t want to go because she know his attitude wouldn’t have been any better there and this miserable day would have just dragged on.

YN’s heel was still hurting, the skin tender and sore, and she didn’t feel like walking anymore tonight either but the only thing she was worried about was Jeff.

He wasn’t going to be happy that Harry wasn’t attending his own party.

“Go get out of your stage clothes and I’ll go tell Jeff that we’re going to head home,” YN reaches up and rubs at his shoulder before turning to find his manager.

“Okay,” Harry grumbles before stalking off towards his dressing room, it was amazing what a mask he could put on when he has to for his job.

When YN finds Jeff and pulls him aside, he’s just as livid as expected and his patience is minimal based on his argument with Harry earlier.

“Why can’t anyone fucking listen to me?” Jeff shouts in frustration, he seems to have already had a few drinks in his system.

“Can you not control your husband for a fucking minute?”

“We’ve had this planned for months! There’s no reason to cancel.”

As Jeff continues to rant, YN is speechless as she’s being screamed at for something she didn’t even do but she was guilty by association because Harry was her husband.

However, Jeff becomes eerily silent suddenly as YN feels familiar hands grip her hips and pull her back into the strong, muscular chest of her husband.

“I know for a fact, you weren’t just raising your voice at my wife,” Harry states in an unsettlingly calm tone as he moves to step in front of her.

Jeff looks guilty as he glances between the couple.

Then Harry’s voice raises in volume, startling YN with the deep bravado that rumbles from deep within his chest, “I said I know you’re not raising your voice at my wife. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“I’m sorry,” Jeff relents with a sigh, raising his hands in surrender, “I just am frustrated that the party -“

“I don’t need to hear your excuses,” Harry cuts in, moving his hand to intertwine with YN’s as he begins to pull her away, “Don’t let me catch you talking to her like that ever again or there will be major, major problems. Understand?”

Jeff nods, embarrassed by everyone around them staring at the spectacle as Harry directs YN down the hall towards the exit of the stadium where there’s a car waiting.

They don’t speak during the walk, Harry stills spun tight and his shoulders are tensed up as he ignores all the crew ogling him with excitement and amazement.

In the SUV, Harry kicks off his sneakers which he typically doesn’t do so YN takes that as another sign that his ankle is bothering him.

Harry is the biggest baby when he’s hurt usually.

He wants to be cuddled, soothed, and wants YN’s full attention at all times (which isn’t very different from everyday for them).

But he’s stubborn and grumpy as all get out.

He goes easily when YN wraps her hand gently around his neck and directs him until he’s laying across the backseat with her nails scratching at his scalp as he blinks heavily, trying to stay awake.

The ride’s not even an hour but Harry drifts off after only a few minutes after the car pulls out of the stadium lot.

He’s groggy as YN unlocks the front door to Anne’s house and leads him up the stairs where he disappears into the bathroom to shower.

YN disappears downstairs to scrounge through the freezer until she’s grabbing a solid bag of frozen peas and pouring herself a glass of water, as well as one for him with a few pain reliever pills.

When she enters back into their room, she changes out of her denim outfit and into a cute pajama set because she didn’t want to sleep in her underwear at her mother-in-law's house. ***

Harry comes out soon after, not one for long showers when he’s sleepy and has just a tight pair of briefs on as he rubs his eyes. ***

“C’mere,” YN pats the space next to her on the bed then grabs the cold bag of vegetables.

“What are those for?” Harry grumps as he subtly limps to the bed and plops down heavily right up against her.

“For the ankle you hurt on stage,” YN raises her eyebrow at him before nodding down to where it’s swollen and bruising.

“I didn’t,” He argues instantly, defensive with his hackles up and knitted brows, “Don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re imagining shit.”

“Mmm, must be,” YN replies nonchalantly, tossing the bag back onto the bedside table and acting like she’s wriggling down to get ready for bed - refusing to give into his antics.

Harry grunts and grumbles for a few minutes, turning and squirming because he does want YN to baby him and he’s fighting against himself.

YN is faced away from him, trying to taper down her smile when he finally relents after a painful day of attitude, “Want you to ice my ankle, baby.”

She flips to her other side before sitting back up, biting the inside of her cheek and shaking her head fondly, she loved her overly worked, exhausted husband so fucking much.

“Yeah?” YN hums softly, welcoming Harry when he leans over and nuzzles into her throat, “Ready to let me take care of you?”

“M’sorry,” Harry whispers against her skin, lips brushing against her pulse point, “I never get better at dealing with my adjustments to tour.”

“Been like this since you’ve been sixteen,” YN tells him as she directs Harry to move until his foot is in her lap and she’s wrapping a dish towel around the bag and pressing it to his ankle.

“Think I just landed funny, hopefully it will feel better in the morning,” Harry frowns, hissing at the cold touch before relaxing against it.

“Hopefully,” YN repeats as she keeps it pressed there, her thumb rubbing at his skin in soothing circles to calm him.

Harry pauses for a moment before acknowledging, “You were right, shouldn’t have been jumping ‘round like that when it was wet. Will you forgive me for acting like a prat today?”

“I forgive you every time,” YN giggles with a shake of her head, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have let you put a ring on it.”

“We’re twenty eight now. Don’t regret letting me wife you up at nineteen?” Harry’s voice has taken a deeper rasp, he’s totally using his sex voice right now because despite how tired or injured he is - he will still try to get it in.

“Never for a moment. Got to marry the famous Harry Styles, breaking new records with every album, fat bank account. It’s working out alright,” YN teases coyly, goosebumps decorating her skin as Harry’s gaze gets more directed and intense.

“Yeah? Just married me for my money and fame?” Harry rumbles, leaning down to toss the bag of peas on the floor.

“And your big cock,” She smirks as her eyes drop to where he’s noticeably hardening and filling out the thin fabric, pushing against it to make more room.

“Always been a fan of that, hm? Never complain, exact opposite actually. Constantly begging for, for me to fill you up just right,” Harry’s fully turning himself on at this point as he grips the bottom of her sleep shirt.

She smacks his hands off, “Think you can act like an utter brat all day and still get the goods?”

“Said M’sorry,” Harry bites back, persistent as he reaches out again and YN lets him pull it over her head, her bare chest revealed, “Plus, s’your wifely duty. Be a nice little thing and let me ‘ave you.”

Those words shouldn’t make her as wet as they do.

“Should make you just make me come and not let you,” YN gasps as he ducks down, puffy lips wrapping around her nipple and pulling it into his mouth.

He pulls back for a moment, a cocky smirk on his face as he says, “We both know m’coming tonight. Let it drip out of you.”

“H,” YN whines at his filthy words as he bits at her nipples as he’s shimmying her shorts and panties off her hips in one fluid motion.

It’s not how she saw their night ending but she definitely wasn’t complaining.

There’s not any preamble because even though he’s horny, he’s tired, and doesn’t have the energy to go at it for hours.

He slips in with no resistance, moaning loudly into her mouth as he begins a steady, harsh rhythm that hits her spot every odd stroke and his thumb is tight on her clit to make sure she falls off the edge with him.

It’s only mere minutes after they finish that Harry is snoring softly into her neck, while body wrapped around hers - thigh swung over her legs, arm across her tummy.

It’s something that never gets old to her.

There’s millions and millions of people who adore Harry, they want in every way imagineable, they make it known by coming to his concerts in swarms.

People have been obsessed with him since he was sixteen.

But despite all that, Harry never changes.

He craves attention but he needs it the most from his wife. He lives for being able to snuggle and hang all over her at all times. He needs her to be there to take care of him and tell him he’s doing a good job

He’ll always just be Harry to her.

[danpuff-ao3]

Draco Malfoy: Rare Pair Rec List

If you know me, you know Draco is my fandom bicycle. Pass that boy around, baby! So here are a list of some of my favorite Draco-ship fics with various rare pairs! Different ships, different vibes, all kinds of goodies!

A Lesser Magic

by lq_traintracks (@lqtraintracks). Draco/Albus Severus. Rated: E. Words: 5,005. Daddy kink. Age play. Praise kink.

⭐️ Obsessed with this one. Pretty sure it will live in my brain forever.

Draco and Albus find something in each other that they can’t possibly get from anyone else.

A Room with a View in the Flowering City

by wolfpants (@wolfpants). Draco/Bill. Rated: E. Words: 1,446. Friends with benefits. Colleagues. Power imbalance. Minor Draco/Harry.

During Draco's internship at Gringotts, Bill and Draco get to know each other in surprising ways. For Bill, it's fun, but also comforting.

Reciprocity

by crystalusagi. Draco/Blaise. Rated: E. Words: 326. Dubious consent.

Draco gets more than he bargained for.

Danger in Frustration

by gracerene (@gracerene). Draco/Charlie. Rated: E. Words: 3,569. Mild dub-con. Dirty talk. Virginity. Intergluteal sex. Just the Tip.

⭐️ "Just the Tip" is one of my favorite tags!

Draco doesn't believe in sex before marriage. Charlie's found a loophole.

A Regal Affair

by FangQueen (@fangqueen). Draco/Cormac. Rated: E. Words: 5,079. Underage drinking. Underage kissing. Implied/referenced drug use. Frottage. Desk sex. Quickies.

There was nothing even all that special about Malfoy. Sure, he was pleasant enough to look at, if you liked the pointy, pale, platinum blonde sort. He had a nice arse―what could be discerned about it through those impossibly tight trousers he insisted upon wearing. And he was a decent kisser, from what Cormac could remember. Still, why all the men seemed to flock to him in droves, he thought he may never understand.

Take It In Trade

by gracerene (@gracerene). Draco/Dolohov. Rated: E. Words: 3,130. Dubious consent. Sex for favors. Power imbalance. Hogwarts 7th year.

Without a wand, and with his family out of favour with the Dark Lord, Draco finds himself in need of protection. Draco is fairly certain Antonin Dolohov will provide it, but he's not going to do it for free.

Killing Fields

by calrissian18. Draco/Firenze. Rated: M. Words: 9,938. Bestiality. Angst.

In which nothing dies but reluctance.

Walking Shadow

by ThreeSidedOrchid. Draco/Hagrid. Rated: E. Words: 4,085. Draco/Snape.

Some days after are harder than the war itself. "To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury Signifying nothing." (Macbeth V.v.19-28).

Brighter Than the Sun

by GoldenTruth813 (@goldentruth813). Draco/James Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 23,798. Curse Breaker Draco. Auror James. First time. Denial of feelings.

James Sirius Potter is gorgeous. He's also half Draco's age. Getting emotionally involved with him would be a complete and utter disaster. Fortunately for Draco, he's had a lifetime of practice compartmentalizing his feelings. Draco can definitely handle fucking James—young, beautiful, rash James Sirius Potter—with no strings attached.

A Persuasive Performance

by Alisanne. Draco/Kingsley. Rated: E. Words: 2,681. Draco/others. Prostitution.

It was just another night on the job for Draco until a customer came in with a very specific request.

Whatever You Can Dream Up Next

by spacekc929. Draco/Moody. Rated: E. Words: 57,505. Consensual kink. Past rape/non-con. Under-negotiated kink. Daddy kink. Age difference. Size difference. Rough/painful sex. Crying. Fear play. Aftercare. Various other kinks and warnings.

⭐️ Full of filth. 10/10.

Alastor Moody is fifty-one years old when he accepts a scrawny, traumatized, eighteen-year-old Death Eater into his home through Harry Potter’s new pet project, the Young Parolees Initiative.

AKA, the obscenely cross-generational Draco/Moody BDSM romance no one ever asked for, featuring a protective, obsessive, sadistic Alastor whose capacity for tenderness is outmatched only by his depraved imagination, and a Draco with trauma who wants nothing more than to be Alastor’s good boy.

The Ugly Duckling and the Peacock

by Vukovich (@vukovich). Draco/Neville. Rated: E. Words: 12,357. Veela Draco. Herbology Professor Neville. Potions Master Draco. Accidental bonding. Scent kink. Fluff. Angst. Humor.

“Aye,” Hagrid said, nodding somberly. “Yer a Veela, Draco. Well, a bit." -- By Thursday evening, I had managed to entirely avoid sitting near Longbottom at meals. I had only walked slowly past his classroom door three times. I’d only snuck up behind him and smelled him four times. He caught me twice. And I’d only stood outside his bedroom door at 3 AM and jerked off in my robes the one time. -- My fingers threaded through his soft hair, and he sighed into mine, and I would have stayed like that for days. “Did you write a book on Veela-fucking?” I murmured. He chuckled. “No, I just read it a few times.”

Only One Word

by EntreNous. Draco/Remus. Rated: E. Words: 7,871. Developing relationship. Daddy kink.

Remus worries far too much what Draco thinks of the differences between them, until he discovers what Draco truly thinks.

Refuge

by Indigo_Scarf (@indigo-scarf). Draco/Scabior. Rated: T. Words: 2,990. Cottagecore. Fluff. Angst. Unhappy ending. Suicidal thoughts.

After the war, Scabior has been hiding in a hut in the woods near Malfoy Manor.

Old Dogs, New Tricks

by youcantseeus. Draco/Sirius. Rated: T. Words: 14,099. Postwar. Cousin incest. Humor.

⭐️ My favorite Drarius fic!

Draco isn't gay, he just appreciates a good looking man when he sees one. Honest! And Sirius Black is a good looking man.

Shall we descend once more, my Hades

by megyal. Draco/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 10,219. Postwar. Forced bonding. Podfic available.

[From the request: Later schoolyears, possibly seventh year | In return for killing Voldemort, Draco is given to Snape, to become his concubine. (Prompt: The Myth of Persephone)

Used

by torino10154. Draco/Teddy. Rated: E. Words: 811. Forced feminization. Dubious consent. Self-hatred. Humiliation.

Teddy wants Draco to be happy but at what cost?

The Lovers

by mushroomheadgirl. Draco/Theodore. Rated: E. Words: 4,941. Friends to lovers. Hogwarts 8th year. Falling in love. Love confessions.

It started with a note and ended here: the two of you huddled together in a lumpy bed in a frigid motel room in a backwater town. Far away from the castle you used to call home. Draco’s hand wavers just over yours, and there’s a lot unsaid and a lot that could go wrong, but you silently beg him to close the distance. * A story about schoolyard notes and the confessions that sneak through the lines.

The Lemniscate, or the Nature of Infinity

by lysanatt. Draco/Viktor. Rated: M. Words: 5,582. Prostitution. Quidditch. Romance. Previous unrequited Draco/Snape.

The war is long over, but Draco Malfoy is still caught up in the loss of the man he only too late realised that he loved. Trying to forget, he finds himself immersed in Quidditch and sex -- sex for money, that is. Not all men, however, are willing to pay. Happy end romance.

Seasons Change, And So Do We

by calrissian18. Draco/Voldemort. Rated: E. Words: 6,053. Dubious consent. Pining. Minor character death. Mythology fusion: Persephone/Hades

The Malfoy boy is sixteen when he burns the Mark into him. It’s almost more than he can bear; marking something his that isn’t quite.

[skippyv20]

We heard that Harry and Meghan may be divorcing or divorce already. Their “holding hands” appearance is just for PR. If this is the truth, Harry’s transformation into a ruthless man is complete. Yes, Meghan is a narcissistic grifter and social climber, but Harry is more dangerous. He is Hyde and Jekyll, playing the public and media all along with his different personalities. When he is with Meghan, he plays the “poor & miserable” Harry. He doesn’t even hide how miserable he is with Meghan because Harry wants people to think he is a victim of Meghan’s manipulation. He wants the public to blame Meghan, and he is her “puppet”. I mean, who does this? Over the years, we have been saying he is miserable with Meghan, but, didn’t even do anything to correct this perception not even “for the show”. Not that he doesn’t care what the public says, this is the narrative he wants to project. On the other side, he is a different Harry without Meghan. We see a “smiling, worry-free Harry. Why is that? This is where he plays a ruthless game of his other personality. This is also the side where he is comfortable attacking his family. There’s also the “public” performing Harry. He is in his element when in IG, on stage, or with important and rich men. He projects “good vibes” Harry. Harry must not be accepted back in the Royal Family, he is dangerous as feck!

Thank you….reading this it becomes so clear…you are right….he will never be accepted back in the BRF…William will never allow it….❤️

[femininemenon]

from a never seen poor things anon, what do you hate about poor things? (ive heard its ableist...)

ok so before i get into anything, i would like to state that it was made by cis men (directed by a greek cis man, written by a scottish and an australian cis man). if it was done by cis women, i would still side eye it though. also, emma stone was a producer, so technically she had a say in just how much she showed of herself (the practicality of it you can argue but that would make this like an entire essay long).

what i can say, without spoilers, is that the movie reads like the study of "liberation" in the white feminist sense through white men's lense. if that's your thing (or choice feminism) then maybe you can put through yourself this. the writing is very much tony mcnamara (from "the great"; i knew it was him before i even looked at the credits) so if you miss his style of dialogue, then you will definitely enjoy at least that. the aesthetic is nice and you can tell that it took a lot of hard work, but also you have to tolerate a fisheye lense shot like every five minutes.

if you don't mind spoilers, then you can click "read more" - although i don't think i'm saying anything that hasn't been said before

i have to put out another disclaimer: i don't think you should only depict topics in a "HEY THIS IS A BAD THING!" manner or that you can only portray morally correct things, so i don't think this movie would have irritated me so much IF we had movies that dealt with similar topics in a more honest, more radical view (but like who am i kidding it's hollywood) or if people didn't hail this as barbie for ao3 like ???????????????? i mean i guess you lot are right about the white feminism…

the story begins with a pregnant woman killing herself (victoria, also played by emma stone) because she simply cannot tolerate the fetus/the idea of being a mother. the movie also implies that she was impregnated against her will by her husband. then doctor godwin baxter (willem dafoe) uses her for his "experiment" and he says, out of mercy, doesn't revive her but instead puts the baby's brain into the pregnant woman's and so bella baxter is born. this read as punishment for wanting to end a pregnancy (even though i'm sure it wasn't meant to) and that is just a really triggering to me. when bella learns of this later, it doesn't exactly have much of an effect on her though so all is jolly! not a single thing to ponder over! not the fact that her mom didn't want her and she killed herself, noooope. has no effect on her whatsoever!

so the premise of the entire thing is that we watch this baby grow in a grown woman's body. the movie is in b&w for a while because babies don't see color (about 4 months but we are never given a scale of her age) but her sexualization begins here already: one of whom she is betrothed to (so she never leaves the mansion) is max mccandles (ramy youssef) who also calls her the R slur (00:07:29,792 --> 00:07:31,625 "What a very pretty [R-slur]") and then duncan wedderburn (mark ruffalo). i'm not sure why that slur is resurfacing online and offline but i find it very disturbing, no matter what excuse people try to use. use any other word, literally. there is the question of adults who (if i'm not using correct terms, feel free to tell me) are cognitively challenged. is this meant to say something about them? does the movie not even want to entertain that people like bella in this stage exist and live their lives?

i feel like i've only yapped about the plot SORRY. the rest of the story is bella learning more about the world, mostly through sex save for one philosophical stage on a boat (where we meet the one man who does not sexualize her! hurray! harry astley, played by jerrod carmichael). i don't think the sex scenes were like too explicit (i'm sure hbo had done way worse back in its day…) as people say they are. do i think it was necessary for the story? not really. yes, sometimes children are aware of sexual things but they should be educated (to prevent predators) and not engaged in such acitvities. as she was not educated, predators crawl over her like duncan. but it doesn't read like that, not to me. i think they tried to portray her as a willing participant and for you not to even question whether she wants it or not, and rather as "female empowerment" like okay…

and then comes the paris part (sex work/prostitution) which can be read in many ways. bella learns more through sex paid for by strange men, duncan slutshames her and she leaves duncan, decides to be a doctor. a lot of progress is made in this part and there are some good lines but one line just… meh (01:43:23,292 --> 01:43:25,583 We are our own means of production.) so that's something to keep in mind.

anyway, shenanigans ensue, she ends up back where victoria escaped from and the husband wants to also keep her in the house and impregnate her. maybe something about how you cannot escape the system meant to encage you? no idea. in the end, she doesn't kill the man but rather replaces his brain with a dog's. is this meant to read as revenge? against the husband or against the doctor? who knows. the doctor dies but at that point i was just sooo over it. in the end, bella takes over her first prison, the mansion, as she is now its mistress, but what does that say exactly? the system is good as is, any change will just land us in worse places and we just have to make our space in it?

[eeveedel]

What do you want from harry and jeff? Harry enjoys being on stage and touring. It’s not his fault if you are poor and.l can’t afford to travel. You can’t even afford to be his fan. Go stan Liam or Zayn then. They never tour and you don’t have to buy tickets. Jeff is the beat manager in the world and you are just jealous that his client is the best artist in the world and you can’t afford to see him. If harry wants to go on tour all year, he’s free to do so. Leave harry and jeff alone and shut up

Someone’s excited it’s Friday and they don’t have geometry homework!

[last-capy-hupping]

So, I was gonna do a detailed recap of my thoughts on Top Gun: Maverick, but now I’m just gonna hit the highlights. As for why I saw this movie on 4th of July weekend? Because my fiancé loves planes. And I owe him one because he watched Dune with me. Also, I liked the first one because of the iconic homoerotic Volleyball Montage scene. Anyway, here goes…

1) This sure is military propaganda. But not the outwardly jingoistic, American Sniper kind. It’s the fun kind, where it’s about how great and fun being an aviator for the Navy. And also, the Navy needs to have fewer rules and regulations and just let mavericks like Maverick (hahaha) do what they want. This isn’t a criticism of the military. This is a criticism of bureaucrats who want the military to have to follow rules and be accountable.

2) Related to point 1: the movie opens with an anti-drone message, but it’s not one of the ones that make sense. If Eye in the Sky was trying to tell us that drones were bad because it makes killing real people seem like killing video game characters, then the first ten minutes of Top Gun: Maverick is trying to tell us that drones are bad because Maverick won’t get to fly cool planes, and Lockheed Martin (I guess?) will lose out on some of its contracts. (My fiancé also added that the mission that made up the rest of the plot could’ve probably been flown risk-free and more effectively with drones.)

3) Ed Harris is an infinitely more fuckable old man than Tom Cruise (caked in stage makeup), but he’s only in the first ten minutes of the movie. He’s a pro-drone admiral, and you think that he’ll be the villain. He won’t be. This movie doesn’t really have a villain, apart from bureaucrats who care about safety and responsible defense spending.

4) Miles Teller was literally the perfect choice to play Goose’s son. And his call sign is Rooster. Get it? Also, for the first time in my life, I’m sexually attracted to a man with an 80s pornstache. Well done, Miles Teller. Well done.

5) The movie teases us early on with the idea that there’s gonna be a homoerotic rivalry between Rooster (this isn’t a dick joke, it’s a bird joke) and Hangman (played by Glen Powell, who as far I can tell, can only play pilots; astronauts; and cheeky, annoying men who fly things) that will echo the iconic homoerotic rivalry between Maverick and Iceman. This is a lie. Do not get your hopes up. Keep your dick in your pants. There’s nothing there.

6) You know how we all loved that homoerotic volleyball montage in the first movie? Well, this movie gives us a…foam football in the ocean montage. It’s…kinda homoerotic, I guess.

7) I feel like someone told Tom Cruise how flamingly gay the first movie was, and he set out to correct it.

8) On the other hand, he and Iceman (in his phone as Ice) text a lot and have more chemistry over text than he does with Jennifer Connelly, who is playing Kelly McGillis in this movie. (The character is Penny, but she’s basically replacement Kelly McGillis because they decided that Kelly McGillis didn’t age well enough or something.)

9) Val Kilmer is back to play Iceman, and he was happy to do it, but like…Iceman is also suffering from the same cancer that stole Val Kilmer’s voice IRL, and it’s too close to reality, and it’s too sad. Also, Iceman dies. From the cancer. Fuck. This. Movie.

10) John Hamm is in this movie. He’s also an infinitely more fuckable middle-aged man than Tom Cruise, and he’s in this movie way more than Ed Harris is, but he…doesn’t do anything. The movie makes poor use of John Hamm.

11) The main emotional core of this movie is the quasi-father-son conflict between Rooster and Maverick. It’s fine. It works. Neither one of them die.

12) Early in the movie, Rooster plays “Great Balls of Fire”, the song that Maverick, Goose, and Goose’s wife Meg Ryan played in Top Gun while baby Rooster sat on the piano. Everyone in the bar immediately knows it. Everyone in the bar. Not just Rooster’s friends in the navy. Everyone in the bar. I don’t think that “Great Balls of Fire” is that famous. Maybe they all saw Top Gun and immediately remembered that scene?

13) In spite being at least sixty, Maverick flies the impossible mission (and yes, there was a trailer for the new Mission Impossible movie, Dead Reckoning: PART ONE) and leads it because he’s still the best dog fighter there is. I haven’t spoiled anything. I knew that he was gonna fly it. You did. Your dog did. The people buried in the cemetery closest to the theater did.

14) Absolutely nothing in this movie is surprising, but that’s fine and oddly comforting.

15) I’m not a man, and I don’t have a dick, but I did get hard watching planes take off and land on an aircraft carrier while Danger Zone played. Granted, that could’ve been the theater vibrating, but I am glad that this movie gave me the ability to live vicariously through Tom Cruise while he lives vicariously through all of the F18s that the military let him use for propaganda…I mean out of the goodness of their hearts.

16) The mission is destroying a uranium enrichment plant for an unnamed “enemy” nation without having to engage their 5th generation fighter jets in a dog fight. They just refer to them as “The Enemy.”

Anyway, the country is Iran, and the planes are a loan from Russia. Very cool, very vague and Cold War.

17) There’s a moment where you think that they’re gonna make you watch Tom Cruise pretend to fuck Jennifer Connelly, who is playing Kelly McGillis. They don’t. I appreciated it.

18) I kept hearing “North Island” as “Northern Ireland,” so I kept wondering if Maverick was gonna do a raid against the IRA. That’s on me, not the movie, but I wanted to mention it.

19) Even though she was a scientist and instructor in the first movie, Penny now owns the bar on North Island. She plays a very unfunny prank on Tom Cruise where she makes him buy everyone in the bar drinks and maxes out his credit card. I almost had an anxiety attack and wanted to run out of the theater to check my banking app. Not cool, movie, not cool!

Anyway, those are my thoughts.

[seasurfacefullofclouds1]

The fan fiction is so ingrained that Harry only has control when he is buying his fans 10p boas or setting up photo ops with a pride flag or inviting the crew for a pizza party via a promotional flier. He is forced to write songs about the female vagina but is given free reign when it comes to play acting his propensity for fellating on stage. He is allowed to act in a gay movie but not allowed to promote it because if he promotes it people will know he is in a gay movie?!??

Anon # 2: It’s insane how much people are victimizing harry, they truly think he’s some azoff puppet and they’re forcing him to do stuff like bffr 😭😭😭 he’s as successful as he can be, on a way to being a billionaire and with a gf who worships him like he has everything, stop with this “aw poor harry” nonsense, he’s a grown man

Anon #3: Sorry but your last anon is Moving like a larrie. H's greed and everything he has done to L and others is very clear now and although I wish karma would get him, it ain't happening anytime soon. As far as the Holivia and dwd drama, H is actually the biggest winner in it all. At the end of the day he scored a very anticipated movie with Hollywood's current It girl, in a role that was destined to Shia Labeouff while having zero acting talent thanks to Olivia (and Jeff) can you imagine? Him turning out to be such a mediocre actor is not anyone else's fault. And even with the drama surrounding the movie, he still has a movie in his repertoire and is being nominated in people choice awards despite his hedious acting. Also, his raputation wasn't affected at all. Olivia is the only one being held responsable in both the infedility drama and the movie failure. PS: i don't understand some people's obsession with H's regret about what he's done and the so called 'empty eyes' like i doubt he regrets anything but even if he does so what? he isn't doing anything about it and he deserves so much worse. I'll be waiting and praying for his downfall and if it happens one day, i'll enjoy it like nothing else i'm petty like that. Anyway, sorry for the rant it's just frustrating how people want to humanize him while he's just a a greedy fucker who only cares about money. Have a good day/night!

Anons, I am also petty like that. I don’t think it’s ever going to happen, but the day Harry’s name becomes synonymous with the Worst is the day I’ll pop out the good champagne.

[maybeweshould]

Just to note, Olivia took her children on the night before American father's day to fucking styles show until midnight pass their bedtime and then instead of keeping them in vip she made sure to go to side stage to get pictured while they listen to the man who fucked their mom and had a hand in ruining their family sing about her leaving America with kids. they are not there to watch a show that is not even appropriate for them with cocaine and pussy. they are here to be part of this shit show..

I have ZEROOO respect left for Harry or his fucking family. they are NO better than OLIVIA in any way . all are the same kind of trash. the only innocent here are the poor kids.. andi feel sorry for all harry fans who will not stop defending him or making excuses for this shit. please please take a look at yourself. stop defending this dude .HE IS IN NO WAY FREE of guilt. he, his team and family ARE ALL INVOLVED in this and have been for a year and half. it doesn't matter how they look they participate. they are all dispicable

Tbh if Holivia is real or not - I feel sorry for these children. And I will never defend H about this circus.

[multi-muse-transect]

Revised Muse Bio: Kyle Halsey

Name: Kyle Halsey

Series: Halo

Birthdate: December 12, 2536

Orientation: Pansexual 

Homeplanet: Cassidy III

Affiliations:

UNSC

Spartan Operations

Fireteam Helix (formerly)

Noble Team (post-Covenant War Incarnation) (currently)

Preferred Weapons: 

SAW

HYDRA

SPNKR

MA5B

M90 shotgun

M6C Magnum

Sidekick

Railgun

Description: Kyle Halsey was born in Cassidy III on December 12, 2536 to pharmacist Nathan Halsey and former ODST turned gym coach Trisha Gale while being the nephew of Catherine Halsey. As a child, Kyle exhibited traits akin to Spartan-II candidates which was observed by ONI and chosen for the HOPLITE program which was a pseudo-Spartan program that controlled aspects of a gifted child’s life so that they would become Spartan-IV’s that were above average. Kyle lived a normal life with his mom and dad with his mom regaling him with stories of her time as an ODST during the war and his dad teaching him about medicine but most importantly-AI research resulting in the family’s custom made dumb AI named Abigail. Sadly, his father fell down a conspiracy theory rabbit hole followed by sympathizing with early human supremacist groups then finally became paranoid fearing ONI was onto him and believed his wife was a spy and his son a flash clone then grabbed a shotgun from a cabinet to kill Kyle in his room but his wife anticipated it and used a concealed SMG within the walls to take him down. This gave ONI an opening as Trisha ran away with Kyle spending months on the run staying in motels but realized that Kyle couldn’t live like this and gave him to an old friend in the form Sarah Palmer where he stayed in the base with the early batch of Spartan-IV’s and befriended the commander.

Kyle was later transferred to a foster family who were friends with the Halsey’s and was mostly quiet and obedient at times while extremely gifted. He befriended a girl in high school named Valerie Harris who was another social outcast due to him being related to Catherine Halsey and rumors circulating around the Spartan-II program’s recruitments but their friendship blossomed into a romance that was sadly cut short when Claire was diagnosed with an incurable disease and while the two graduated high school and entered college, Claire passed away in Sophomore year with the last thing she heard from her boyfriend was him singing Yellow Brick Road beside her bedside thus leaving Kyle alone and graduating college with a masters of AI engineering. Kyle was embroiled in an incident in a musical festival that involved him getting drunk and high while setting a stage on fire due to the poor conditions. To avoid prison for arson, Kyle joined the military as a marine and at first hated it until he began to love it in someway feeling like he was free and due to his craftiness and bravery, was recruited for Spartan-IV program. A most notable action he’s done as a marine was using a rocket launcher to take down a banshee from a mile away and lured a kig-yar pirate crew to an airlock.

He also befriended a Spartan-II named Waylon who was a member of Silver Team during his training on Laconia Station as the Spartan became that of a mentor figure to him. During simulations, he would be called one life Halsey in Last Spartan Standing where he would constantly die at the hands of his Spartans but became incredibly better when the odds are stacked against him once he’s reduced to one life and would always come out up top. When he finished his training, Kyle became a full fledged Spartan-IV who was later assigned to Fireteam Helix aka the Sand Devils. The Sand Devils were known for their ambush tactics where they would hide in the desert and attack completely out of nowhere and Kyle was one of them. There he would have his first taste in combat in the form of Prometheans that roamed the planet of Requiem, it was known that Kyle managed to use explosives to lure a Covenant and Promethean squad by setting set explosives on a ridge to let a boulder roll over them.

Kyle served with Helix in multiple operations post Requiem including an escort mission and a night raid involving a high profile Insurrectionist leader, the first time Kyle has ever killed a human being which haunted him. He was also on the Infinity when the Created Uprising happened as he realized that Laconia Station had an AI much to his shock and desperately tried to contact them but to no answer. Kyle soon signed up for an experimental program called project DRAUGR which was spearheaded by lead scientist and AI researcher Dr. Kane Castellanos, the project involved smart AI’s that have defected to the UNSC to be paired up with Spartans and Kyle was one of them. He received more augmentations as well as the project involved AI’s controlling Spartans when they would be incapacitated as a way to reduce Spartan losses and mission failure due to the encroaching Created threat. Kyle was paired up with a smart AI named Paige who he didn’t trust since she was a founding member of the Created but began to bond with her over their mentor figures. Paige and Kyle would pass with flying colors in the process during testing alongside dozens of Spartans and while project DRAUGR was a success, it would take a while to find other subjects.

Tragedy would happen to Kyle when he met with his an old friend and another friend of Waylon in the form of Vannak-134 and learned that Waylon perished in Laconia when the station blew up. While he mourned, Kyle was soon informed that he would be transferred to a special forces Spartan Fireteam that was integrated into Spartan Operations as the UNSC needed every Spartan, that team is called Noble Team, a Spartan-III commando unit reactivated and comprised of mainly Spartan-III’s who had favorable genetic mutations that would give an edge in battle using orthodox and unorthodox tactics with Kyle being the first Spartan-IV being their new Noble-Six serving as their heavy weapons and demolitions expert. He was later called to the bridge where Commander Palmer was and the moment he arrived, it’s revealed the entire thing was a surprise party for his birthday by Palmer and his Fireteam who were bidding him farewell, for the first time he felt at ease. A day later, Kyle met the new Noble Team and suited up with them the moment the Infinity was attacked and fought through many banished though left the team semi-unimpressed as he had nothing that made him stand out. A Brute soon knocked him unconscious resulting in Paige taking over and cleared an entire hallway full of Brutes, Elites, and Grunts at the same time using a handgun and a plasma pistol. When Kyle regained consciousness, he found himself in the pelican bracing for impact where it landed as Noble Team found themselves in a war against a splinter faction of The Banished that have broken off.

Noble Team wasn’t alone on the ring as they ran into Silver Team and they discovered a plan for the splinter faction of the Banished to control a Guardian. The team ran multiple operations against the Banished as they tried to locate their leader, Raka Nawar, who was the mastermind of the plan.

Personality: Kyle is know to be very quiet and obedient while being highly intelligent akin to Spartan-II’s but he isn’t without emotions in fact. He was close friends with his previous Fireteam who he regarded as his family while the most notable relationship he has is with Sarah Palmer who is sort of a mentor and mother figure to him in fact and would exchange warm comments to each other. He has a resentment to Catherine Halsey and often feels disgusted by wearing his armor even by the sight of it when he heard the rumors of how the Spartans were made. The young Spartan was also known to be prone to outbursts of extreme violence when the odds are stacked against him but not the usual kind which is reckless but calculating likely because of the need to survive. As the Created Uprising went on, Kyle was constantly on edge worried most of the time and became slowly paranoid wanting to finish the war no matter what hence his reason for signing up for project DRAUGR. 

The Spartan is known to be by the books most of the time and follows orders. But also knows when to bend them at the same. Kyle tries to find loopholes in every situation and tries to understand the bigger picture. According to him, understanding leads to complete victory as one can’t just blow up a specific part.

A strange pattern of him is noted by a psychologist is that he likes being underestimated. Underestimation to him tends to reveal a weakness with his enemies thus revealing something he can exploit. It’s been noted by Vannak that Kyle tends to do that a lot to the point he calls him a “slippery one” at that.

He didn’t trust Paige at first remembering what transpired in Laconia but the two began to warm up with each other as their partnership became more warmer, akin to Master Chief and Cortana which was noted by Catherine Halsey. His trust in Paige remained intact despite hearing the death of Waylon and the two became best partners ever since. Another aspect of Kyle is that he has a constant need to impress others for some reason, likely stemming from abandonment issues in him. Kyle also shares traits similar to Catherine Halsey as well, being more withdrawn and anti-social compared to a normal Spartan-IV as he only focused on the objective and objective only. He’s also known to be obsessed with winning all the time and becomes rather disgruntled when asked to fall back, by the time of the Created Uprising, Kyle pushed himself further and contemplated on leaving marines behind in one mission as they hindered progress which he luckily didn’t though the realization frightened him that he was willing to do such a thing.

Kyle is also aware that Paige is based off Valerie Harris with the latter being aware of it. Valerie remembers everything between them. This resulted in said mistrust between each other as both wanted to say something but can’t as they were too shocked. But the two decided to make their partnership work in order to win the war. They often have side conversations with one another about topics.

He also has a dislike for Covenant weaponry or Forerunner ones, he sees them nearly useless at times because he “could barely find any damn ammo” for them and often complain about the lack of ammo capacity when it came to Forerunner weapons. His expertise in heavy weaponry is noted as well which was seen in his skill with a rocket launcher and a HYDRA during simulations. When Kyle is knocked unconscious, Paige soon takes over and his personality changes immediately because of it, he becomes more zombie-like but more focused on the objective now more than ever as his skills would be put to the limit. Kyle, like all Spartan-4′s, revere the Master Chief and the Spartan-2′s who he saw as a perfect example of what a Spartan should be and it strengthened his friendship with Waylon and Silver Team who became acquainted with him during his training in Laconia. Waylon served as a teacher to Kyle and it influenced him to use more than just guns but also his mind as well during battle. He’s also not so familiar with the concept and idea of romance as he was in two relationships before with Spartan Carol Ward who he broke up with after eight months of dating as the two were starting to feel uncomfortable with the age gap between them and is currently in a relationship with Nina Kovan.

[worldcupgamblefest]

Well then.

We’re almost becoming accustomed to these professional England tournament performances now. It’s a far cry from the Iceland debacle.

What we’re not becoming accustomed to is BIG MONEY wins.

Yes, the French victory over Poland saw all three of us claim big returns for the second biggest collective return in tournament history.

Poor Matty Cash. Alex said him getting a booking was free money as the likelihood of him fouling Mbappe was extremely high. In the end, it was Mbappe setting it up and Marcus Thuram drawing the massive kicking and duly the yellow card was awarded and Neil earned £6.50.

Hovering over the £2.81 cash out button, Mbappe then found some space and scored the third goal of the game and Tom breathed a sigh of relief, rewarded for his bravery with £12, his biggest win in tournament history.

It’s the second biggest individual win ever after Neil’s corner, goals and booking fest in the Euro 2016 game between Wales and Belgium earned him £15 - a result that meant he effectively halved his then £31 debt. Tom’s win on this occasion put him on the verge of a first profit of the tournament.

A late Polish penalty gave Alex the chance to join us in the winner’s circle and then Robert Lewandowski sneezed on the ball instead of kicking it. A quick, undeserved retake later and the Poles got on the scoresheet and Alex claimed £3.25.

To the England game, and despite a nervy start, the Three Lions scored three goals to book a Saturday night showdown with France.

Kane’s goal on the stroke of halftime secured £1.40 for Alex, while the victory earned Tom £2. Neil’s bet required Harry Maguire to earn a booking, which seemed unlikely given the fact he hadn’t put in a tackle, much less committed a foul, and so it proved. Here’s where we stand.

Alex: £14.77 DOWN Neil: £3.83 UP Tom: £0.34 UP

It’s an astonishing turnaround for Tom, who was over £13 down when the first game kicked off yesterday. With just 12 games remaining, the very real possibility of an absolute thumping is behind him now, with only the very real threat of a mild one still present.

It’s the first time Tom has been in profit since the opening day of the 2020/1 European Championships and the first time in the World Cup since pretty much the same stage four years ago. With 14 games remaining, he was 67p up. This is the latest Tom’s been in profit in the tournament and obviously this is too much pressure and it’s all going to go wrong.

Anyway. Four more second round games to go until the sweet release of a pair of rest days. Here’s what we’re after today.

Alex:

Japan v Croatia, Croatia to score in 90 minutes - 1/1 Brazil v South Korea, Brazil to win both halves and Brazil most corners in each half - 18/5

Neil:

Japan v Croatia, Japan to win tie - 6/4 Brazil v South Korea, Brazil to win in 90 minutes - 2/9

Tom:

Japan v Croatia, Croatia to win or draw in 90 minutes - 1/4 Brazil v South Korea, each team 3+ corners and each team 10+ booking points - 13/8

[pappydaddy]

jj + jessica's playlist

i hope you don't mind, i used what you sign your requests off for the title! i also know you use apple music and not Spotify (from the screenshot you sent me) so i decided to just write it out and you can make it a playlist so you can listen to it in any order you want and not just on shuffle with ads (luv spotify ads).

i also thought jj was a better match for you. jj looks more for the connection he has with someone and their personality. i think he defo is just attracted to sexual compatibility and if there is a sexual spark (and romantic).

jj + jessica's playlist

1. take off all your cool - sabrina carpenter

i know you like this song (thank you for introducing it to me btw) and since you said you were sassy/sarcastic i feel like you would make jj work to progress your relationship (much like the fic i wrote for you to this song).

2. vibes - chase atlantic

the flirting! jj is a flirt and when he wants someone, he's getting them. with you, it would be more than just a quest/game - it would be real and he would be flirting + vulnerable. he would leave everything up to you to decide and would never push himself onto you. after a game of cat and mouse, you two would move to the next stage.

3. starstruckk - 3oh!3 (feat. katy perry)

jj questions how he could be right for you because he never knew love until he met you. he was a manwhore who really didn't know how to say love. he thinks you might be too innocent for you and questions if he could love you with leaving his fingerprints on you (aka ruining you). also, we all know manwhores, you would make him work for it so thats the katy perry part.

4. young dumb & broke - khalid

i think this is pretty straightforward. this is the early stage before the official dating (i.e., free of commitment/labels, the flirty/fun banter, days/nights spent thinking and pining, etc.).

5. falling - harry styles

i do not think he would cheat or have 'wandering hands' but he is definitely insecure and scared about falling. this really just shows his internal thoughts/worries

6. often - the weeknd

i mean... it's jj

7. tongue tied - grouplove

this is more of the feel the song gives off. young, happy. it makes you want to run down the street hand and hand with your partner while it's raining (not pouring, but not drizzling either)

8. cupid's chokehold/breakfast in america - gym class heroes

when jj loves, jj loves hard. he also doesn't have a lot in life except the people he loves. he also doesn't have a lot of experience in relationships. even though he hates his parents (au where his mom left and he knows she left) he strives to tell them he's found someone and he's happy.

9. saturday sun - vance joy

this is another one about the feeling the song gives off. this is domestic saturday summer mornings spend with your love.

10. take me to church - hozier

to be clear: you two do not break-up in this situation, we ignore that part of the song meaning. but you lovelies know i am a slut for the worship your partner like they are your religion troupe. jj would worship you.

11. don't blame me - taylor swift

jj is rash. he is a reactive person. when you add love into the mix (something that should make the most passive person feral) he's throwing punches at the drop of a hissed word.

12. go down on you - the memories

it's jj.

13. paper rings - taylor swift

jj can't afford much. every girl loves diamonds but you don't care for them/if you get a shiny diamond (even tho he thinks you do). you also met him while he was babysitting high pogues (funny meet cute, uh, hello?).

14. lover - taylor swift

uh, i think this speaks for itself. i am a slut for domestic love.

15. adore you - harry styles

also self explainatory. more worshipping your partner.

16. softcore - the neighbourhood

this one is a bit heavier. being as poor as jj and in the situation, jj is in, life sucks and it throws things that are horrible at you. this is more of the song that shows that hard part of this relationship. jj knows he cant run from his life because you guys love each other too much. he is left questioning if you guys are 'too young for this'. also, ocd is a battle - just like all mental illnesses (you are so stong lovely) and sometimes you question why. this just highlights the struggles you guys face.

17. in the name of love - bebe rexha (feat. martin garrix)

you guys are in it for the long-game. this is pretty self-explanatory as well.

18. i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

this song is hot and jj just wants to be yours. he will literally do anything for you. you have him devoted to you. he is wrapped around your finger.

19. i wanna be your slave - maneskin

also self-explanatory and hot

20. for your love - maneskin

*cough* song says it all.

[ziamminds]

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