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tuliprry · 9 months
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helloo my doves!
it has definitely been awhile... its my bday week! so im hoping 23 will be better and allow me to focus on my writing a littleeee more!
see u soon
clover!
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tuliprry · 1 year
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hi beautiful doves!!
i wanted to check in and say i will be updating my stories soon, my depression really took a toll on me for christmas and i have been trying to feel better and slowly with therapy i've been working on it.
i hope u all understand
love,
clover!
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tuliprry · 1 year
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why did you choose bri as face claim for asthore y/n?
as a mid-sized person bri and her content have always created a safe environment for me to be my true self and wear whatever i want and she reminds me of myself at times! i love how she's unapologetically herself and posts funny photo dumps and gives her genuine opinion on whatever she believes in.. i chose her because i think she fits perfectly in the asthore vibe, sweet and with one of the most insanely pretty smiles i have ever seen!
hope this answers 🫶🏻
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tuliprry · 1 year
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in love with asthore!!! please can i be tagged in the next parts? :))
thank u!!!! yes ofc! :) 🫶🏻
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tuliprry · 1 year
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LOVED asthore!! can you tag me in everything related to it?!?! 💗💗💗
AHHH THANK UUUUU!!! yes ofc 🤍🤍🤍
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tuliprry · 1 year
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whos the faceclaim for y/n in the asthore series?
bri! she has a podcast and i love listening to it :)
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tuliprry · 1 year
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asthore (h.s)
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summary: "yn and harry have been married for 3 years now, still a secret to the public. this is a comfort story, going back and forth of how they met and their married life and a lot of sweet drama in between. very full of love, fluffy, safe. "
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word count: 3.3k
warnings: death, anxiety, depression, christimas time, sex mention, fluff
sunday, 17 of december 2022, 3:36pm 
the cold breeze from christmas approaching in the small italian village almost freeze y/n’s bones as she’s cruising through the christmas markets, the ligurian sea facing her as she hands a 5€ bill to the italian man that just finished filling a jar with taggiasca olives, “grazie! buone feste!” y/n says as she puts the jar back in the jean tote bag and covering her right hand with the black comfy glove once again. the humidity has driven y/n to have her hair constantly covered by a beanie or her curls would be so tangled she would spend an eternity in hair masks trying to salvage it. the phone pings. 
soupy
“just passed passport control, 30 minutes and i’m home. i love you x H”
y/n smiles, feeling her cheeks blush up from thinking about seeing her husband after nearly two months since halloween in los angeles, the butterflies from being apart fly more in her stomach as she rushes to their italian home, this was the first christmas both their families would spend in the home they have been building in the small coastal village of sanremo, y/n had done her masters in  the university of verona and absolutely fell in love with the country. and here she is, buying olives for christmas eve dinner, the first ever she’s hosting herself. 
the white gate opens up as y/n presses the button attached to her keys, she sighs at the car standing in the driveway as harry told her to try and get used to it and he would teach them how to drive but y/n has a unreasonable fear of cars, even when she had to drive the bumper cars, she would cry and her dads would end up picking her out of the car. she walks down the darkened stone (by the raindrops) path, the automatic light shines, lightening up the whole entrance area, y/n opens the green heavy front door and is greeted by patata and notte, their two cats, “ahh my two girls!! daddy is about to be home so mama is gonna heat up the soy lasagna and light some candles!” y/n is used to only talking to the two kittens she had rescued with harry, she takes her gloves and beanie and her long brown coat, hanging them by the door as she closes it behind her. 
soupy
“it’s raining really bad, i’m at the petrol station right by the theatre, 10 minutes i’m all yours, sweet bunny. god i miss you x”
bunny
“i already threw your jammies in the dryer so they’re warm when you get here, turned the ac on and i’m watching british news, just for you”
soupy
“you’re an angel!!!!! my angel wife”
y/n wrapped herself in a black silk robe that matches her pyjama set and sat on the sofa, heart heavy awaiting for harry to open the front door and them reuniting, her stomach was seriously going through it, she could barely work in the morning and had cereal for lunch as she felt too eager to even think about eating. the news were mentioning winter wonderland in london and how crowded they were after the pandemic, y/n missed london a little bit, being her home for most of the year and 2022 being the first time she’s not having a hot cocoa by the london eye just staring at the tourists. her stomach growls again, her anxiety is leading up to not knowing if she should even eat or stay pretty by the door so she can immediately kiss harry. 
she opted to fill up the kettle with water so they could have a tea and harry could warm up, as the water boiled the sound of a car motor makes its way into the house, meaning harry was home, in unicorn slippers y/n gets out of the house in a rush. harry is parking his car next to his other one and y/n is regretting being outside in slippers but she couldn’t wait one more second. 
and there he was…
he stood tall leaving the car, wearing light blue jeans and black vans, his upper body was covered by y/n’s favourite coat of harry’s, the multitude of greens and how long it looked y/n genuinely wanted the coat for herself, his hair clipped back with his regular black clip and his smile, y/n felt her entire body relaxing as she sloppily ran to his arms under the humidity of sunset. “fuck, fuck, you’re real” his arms wrap around the short figure in front of him, “fuck, my y/n” he sighs in relief and keeps the embrace just as tight. y/n places her chin on his upper chest and looks at him, his face structure coral-ish like the sun just about to set. “i missed you” their lips meet, a kiss they had been longing for almost two months, yet as their lips collide it’s like no time as passed, they went to sleep and woke up together, just like their meant to be. “harry i love you but i came outside in my jammies and i’m freezing” y/n shivers as she speaks up, he can’t help but keep a stupid smile on his face, this was his most normal, his wife saying she was cold begging them to go inside, his brain filled with deja-vu, “goooo inside, dummy” he says, opening the boot of the car, taking his suitcase out of it, y/n had already grabbed his backpack and made her way into the house, making harry stand a few meters from the door, feeling nothing but relief, to be home.
monday, 18 of december 2023, 4:13am
harry woke up almost jumping from the sofa, looked at his phone, 4:13am, y/n was passed out in the sofa as well, their cats asleep between them and the electric fireplace still on as well as the bbc 1 still playing out the news from throughout the day. 
a big yawn escaped his lips as he slowly got off under the covers to grab a chocolate brioche from the kitchen, he knew y/n like the back of his hand, keeping the chocolate brioches at hand for a lat night craving of something sweet. harry for the first time in a few months felt genuinely at peace, not that he doesn’t love tour, he does, he can’t stop touring and seeing the familiar and unknown faces he hold in his heart with so much love but just sometimes he misses home, home isn’t exactly a place for him, because harry has a lot more houses than he could explain, but he only has one y/n, a short irish and scottish teddy bear in a human form that writes her fingers off and spends too much time in front of her computer and totally belongs to the generation he longs to understand. he walked back into the living room, y/n’s now sleepy eyes open, petting the cats, “harry! we fell asleep on the sofa…can we go to bed?” his heart skipped a beat right there, her curls messy from the sofa pillow, eyes droopy, cheesy smile on her lips from having him home. home. she was home.
the sleepy couple headed off to bedroom with their two cats following them, y/n and harry have always allowed their kitties to sleep in bed, even though sometimes the cats do bite harry off the bed, “how are patata and notte doing at night?” harry asks as he slides under the covers with small roses that y/n picked and he loves so much, “well patata sleeps on top of my feet and notte well… she likes to stay under the covers” y/n admits not changing notte’s behaviours, “y/n! she’s gonna bite me off the bed! again!” y/n gets under the covers as well and kisses his lips softly, “god i missed having you home”, y/n places her self on top of him, “oh bunny.. you almost make me forget the jet lag” harry kisses y/n, this time more abruptly, almost raw. “fuck! i missed you”
10:46am
the regular sunny beach town’s sky was covered in dark, heavy clouds, ready to burst at any given second, harry was aware of this, he was in the middle of his run and upset that the rain was going to interrupt his so beloved routine, he was running along the giardini municipali, his favourite place to run while they’re in their sanremo home, he checks his watch when a raindrop falls exactly on top of it, harry groans, he has left 20 minutes ago and his run was being cut short by an angry christmas weather rain that the old lady that lives next door has told him… or what he understood from his beginners italian. running back home in hopes to not get soaked was truly in vain. when he opened the green front door he was soaked through his entire clothes, he thought of y/n, likely still wrapped in the duvet, he almost envied her for a second but he knows y/n’s medication makes her crave her bed a little longer than he does. after a much needed shower harry walks quietly into the bedroom, curtains still closed, loud purring coming from the bed, a little night light on y/n’s side, still on, his hands gently rubbed through y/n’s cheek, a way he learned to wake her up without startling her, “mmmm too early” she moaned, still with her eyes shut close, “baby.. c’mon sweetheart, i made coffee and pancakes, i didn’t know if you wanted eggs” he says almost whispering, lowering his body, squatting down next to the bed, “oh the banana pancakes? with pecan nuts?” y/n opens her eyes, looking directly in his, “exactly those ones”, harry smiles doing the gentle rub on her cheek again, “okay i’m listening” y/n yawns, turning on her side to look directly at harry, “well..after breakfast we could start decorating the house maybe even finish our christmas shopping?” his hand now travelled to her hair, gently running his fingers through it. “mmmmm give me a kiss?” she asks, getting closer to the edge of the bed, “always, as many kisses as you want, bunny.”. 
the kitchen smelled exactly as y/n had hoped, of harry, banana, coffee and fresh bread, their kitchen was a little sanctuary for the both of them, the floor was almost like honeycomb, brown, yellow and dark red, usually very cold, the walls white, the cabinets a sage green y/n and harry fell in love with, a white oven that seemed too complicated at first and all of the kitchen adorned with gold details, the handles, the pots… the countertops were wood like, matching the kitchen table with mismatched chairs, the other side of the kitchen still with the sage cabinets, a window right on top of the big white sink and golden faucet, decorated with tulips, y/n’s favourite flower. the cat’s food bowls filled, the eggs sizzling in the frying pan, y/n begged her brain to take a screenshot of this moment and remember it forever. her happiest place, her and her husband. 
y/n sat on one of the mismatched chairs as harry placed the food in front of her, “vip treatment huh?” y/n mocks due to him being the one used to vip treatment, “for my wife? anything.. also i got super soaked in my run earlier” harry comments as he takes the eggs out of the pan to another plate, “you did? why didn’t u call me i would’ve.. well i would’ve cheered u up” y/n speaks with her mouthful with a pancake bite, harry thought it was cute, how her mind was always racing, y/n hates it, harry in the other hand thinks it makes her special, her brain never shuts off, more time he gets to spend with her in her little world. “well baby i knew you were asleep and this jet lag is so weird, woke up, fell asleep, woke up and then couldn’t sleep so i went and fed the cats and then i came back still couldn’t sleep so i went on my run without checking the weather app and well yeah but i’m okay” y/n felt hypnotised, yes she knows she’s married to him but just sometimes when he goes on his rambles, y/n likes to stare at him, his lips, his lips now covered with honey from the pancakes, she doesn’t know what power over her has given her the chance to be here, staring at her husband eating her favourite breakfast. “if you feel like you get a cough i have those cough drops from when i had covid, they were pretty good” her lips press together in worry, “baby i came home, took a shower and woke you up, i’m okay. i promise” 
promises were something big in their relationship, from harry’s perspective he needed someone he could trust blindly and from y/n’s perspective she has always been an open heart ready to trust anyone, so they met half way, keeping promises. promises that they wouldn’t hide stuff from each other, promises that they’d always be honest about their health, promises to stay in contact even if the signal is one bar in the middle of nowhere. right here, right now, their home is a promise from harry’s vows: 
“i promise, even when i’m far to always come back home to you, my love, i promise to make our home the most beautiful place that ever existed, just for you and me.”
the rain hit the kitchen windows pretty strongly, soothing the couple that was still eating breakfast,  “i don’t think going out is a very smart idea, soupy, look at the weather!” y/n says, calling harry by his nickname when they started dating, soupy, he had soup every day on facetime and y/n just came up with it, soupy and now even her family calls him soupy, “don’t call me soupy! and we are still doing stuff because decorating the house for christmas doesn’t require leaving” harry affirms, holding his plate and mug placing them on the sink, “the christmas decorations are in your studio harry and i’m not going to the other house” y/n pouts, “i love rain when i’m inside! not when i’m outside and need to do stuff!” she complains. a few meters away there’s a small house that harry converted into his studio while he was stuck in italy with y/n because of the pandemic, y/n stored the christmas things there and never touched them again, in all fairness it was a beautiful sunny january day and she was in a good mood. “fine, i’ll get them, you’re lucky i’d do anything for you”, “oh!!! can’t wait to tell my friends my husband would walk in the rain for me, what a man!” she mocks giggling against the mug, “mrs y/n styles you’re very sassy today!” he says in the same mocking tone, “it’s what happens when you fuck me to sleep, i wake up feeling like a spoiled princess” she keeps laughing, waiting to catch her breathe to finish her coffee. harry gets close and kisses her forehead and sighs in relief, “i love seeing you like this” y/n knew what harry meant, her depression and major anxiety really sprout up in the first few months of their marriage, making the first year even rockier than what they had anticipated, y/n is still medicated, for awhile harry felt like he had lost his y/n, until everything started piecing together like a puzzle, her smile, her jokes, her collection of books, her arguments in irish with one of her dads, it’s like his y/n had never left, she just needed a little boost that harry alone couldn’t give.
“wonders of antidepressants and a good loving night with my husband, you should know i’m always better with you around” she whispered against his lips, “i love you, bunny”, “and “i love you, soupy”.
to better understand this story, we have to go back to almost 40 years ago years ago, when y/n’s parents, cormac and callum first met, they were both 15, had the same classes, did everything together in their hometown of sterling, a true high school love story that lasted their entire lives, they considered themselves lucky, falling in love at a time it was no longer illegal to love each other in scotland, their love only grew with time, moving in together, dreaming of getting married, dreaming of having children.. which eventually happened when they were 25, elsie and ewan, their families thought they were insane, adopting twins at 25 and all the repercussions of only one of them actually being able to be “legally” their father, but they still did it, elsie and ewan were 1 year old when they were officially adopted by callum but they always taught them cormac was their father regardless of what any paper said. 
the year 1998 came along, cormac’s younger sister orla was pregnant, cormac was so excited that his children would have a cousin and nothing prepared him for the next months of his life, the day that should be of joy was clouded by sadness as his sister died while giving birth, making y/n immediately orphan with half a second of life in her body so cormac stepped up, christmas being the first holiday they all spent together, the 5 of them. just them.
when same-sex marriage became legal in scotland they did get married. even though, in their hearts they had been married since they were 15.
but before that, as the siblings grew, y/n had friends that didn’t have the best family environment, and cormac and callum had no luck trying to adopt them because their parents wouldn’t allow it, so as adults it did happen, simon and flora became the 6th and 7th member of the family. harry knew this story, y/n had told him this story a million times but he’s hearing it again as they get the christmas tree ready, he looks at her with an amount of love in his eyes that he’s not able to express if not by poetry in his hidden notebooks, “and well the rest you know, elsie is a teacher at the same school as my dad mac, ewan plays football in torino, simon is a tattoo artist in manchester and you know flora better than anyone” y/n explains once again as she places the handmade ornaments she got from and italian charity shop, “flora.. the baker that purposely calls me soups” harry goans as he makes sure the christmas lights are all working before placing them on the tree, “i didn’t know she was gonna give you hell for my nickname for you, harry, she’s the baby, i don’t like getting angry at her… are those lights ready?” 
“they’re ready”
“then help me put them on, soupy”
“kiss me first, under the mistletoe” 
“you’re so sappy!”
“thank god i found you then, to love all this sappiness”
“and i do. every single inch of you, tha gaol agam ort (i love you)”
“and i love you”
taglist: @grapejuice-rry @theekyliepage @madgracee @iamahallucinationnn (anyone else please tell me if u wanna be tagged in the next chapters!)
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tuliprry · 1 year
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hello beautiful doves
as part of asthore i made my usual instagram profiles for characters! (except harry's real one)
so here are the main characters' private and public accounts on instagram!
taglist: @grapejuice-rry @theekyliepage @madgracee @iamahallucinationnn
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tuliprry · 1 year
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can you tag me in your new fic when you publish it. asthore.
yes ofc! :)
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tuliprry · 1 year
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i’m literally so excited for asthore!!!!!! shaking in anticipation I CANT WAIT FJDNSKNSKS <333
AHHHH im gonna cry 🥹 this means so much to me
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tuliprry · 1 year
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hello my doves!!
as promised here's more info on the side characters and i face claimed them so we can all visualise them 🥹
thank you for all the love on asthore so far i'm so thankful 🥹
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tuliprry · 1 year
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a little more on asthore!
i made a playlist for the fic and i felt like sharing it could be a good idea! tomorrow i'll be posting a little info on side characters and a little bit of y/n's back story as y/n is one of my favourite characters i've ever written and i feel so much love for them.
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tuliprry · 1 year
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asthore (h.s)
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summary: "yn and harry have been married for 2 years now, still a secret to the public. this is a comfort story, going back and forth of how they met and their married life and a lot of sweet drama in between. very full of love, fluffy, safe. "
i made the main character's profiles so you can read :)
chapter one coming december 2nd! <3
main character's instagrams
side characters
fic playlist
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love,
clover
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tuliprry · 1 year
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Clover can you give us an idea of what you're working on?
hello my sweet dove!
i started antidepressants and anxiolytics this last week and things have been kinda rough for me but i got two reqs for two very different things (one very fluffy and comfortable and i'm inspiring myself on this new journey i'm on) and im a little paused on cloudburst until i feel like my best self again. i'm sorry for the lack of updating :( life has just been really hard.
love u!
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tuliprry · 1 year
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In which you never should have been apart, and are now trying to find your way back to one other. Can two broken hearts find the strength to be vulnerable again in order to give love a real chance? *SEQUEL*
Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings
Chapter 2.1 / alternatively, read on wattpad
Chapter 2.2 (Word count: 4.3k)
Waking up the following morning, you were confused as to where you were for a moment before it all came back to you. You smiled ear to ear remembering how the two of you had fallen asleep cuddled up together, the steady beat of his heart against your ribcage, his scent that was so unmistakably him, his warm breath caressing your neck, his strong arms around you- you’d been lulled to sleep in no time. You slowly turned to see if Harry was still asleep, because judging by the dim sunlight peeking through the curtains you could tell it was still quite early. 
Your smile faded along with the realisation that you were alone in bed. You pricked your ears up to listen for any signs of his presence, but since it was a studio apartment, it was all open space save for the kitchen and bathroom, and as you turned your head in the opposite direction you saw the door ajar to both those rooms, the lights out- and no sign of Harry.
You sat up in bed, panic taking over. Where had he gone? You had no WiFi, no service, no way of contacting him. How could he have left? You got out of bed and inspected the small space just to be sure, feeling almost silly to call out for him. He clearly wasn’t there. It was only when you returned to bed with a huff that you saw there was a note on his pillow and you stumbled backwards as if the sheets were on fire.
No.
No, no. This couldn’t be happening. No.
You started hyperventilating and you felt nauseous. You couldn’t even let your mind go there, you refused to let it go there. Surely he hadn’t… no. He wouldn’t have. NO. 
Chest heaving, as if reliving the cruelest déjà vu, you picked the note up with a shaky hand, you willed it to still and blinked your eyes a few times to clear them of the tears that had already started brimming your lashes… and you forced yourself to read it.
Couldn’t sleep and got very restless, went for an early morning jog. 
The door locks itself, and you don’t need a key to open it from the inside, just a heads up in case you need to step out for any reason. 
Will bring us some breakfast on the way back. 
:)
You whimpered audibly, crumpled the piece of paper and threw it harshly into the furthest corner of the room. Damn this man for almost giving you a heart attack. You were still shaking uncontrollably and realised you were going to be sick. You scurried to the bathroom, not even bothering turning the lights on as there was no window, and made it just in time to the toilet to empty your stomach violently.
You were heaving and waiting for the second wave to hit you but when you felt two hands gently gathering your hair away from your face you yelped, flinching away “Shhh, it’s alright sweetheart, you’re alright. Breathe for me”
When your mind registered it was Harry that had come back you tried to compose yourself, but just as you’d anticipated, the second wave hit you and you bent over the toilet bowl once more, feeling like you were puking all your intestines out. You immediately flushed the toilet, almost as if to force your body to snap out of it, and you grabbed some toilet paper to wipe your mouth with hastily before scurrying to the sink, almost pushing Harry off of you in the process. You bent your head to rinse your mouth directly from the tap, and saw Harry grab your toothbrush and put a dollop of toothpaste on it, handing it over to you, and as soon as you took it, he gathered your hair back again. You refused to straighten your spine and look into the mirror, even with it being semi dark, the only light source the one coming from outside the bathroom. But you didn’t want to face him. Your feelings were all over the place, not to mention you were mortified for him to see you like that after so long apart. He’d never seen you vomit before, this was the last thing you wanted him to see now that you were trying to reconnect.
Just another reason for him to be distant.
You brushed your teeth vigorously, your mind running with all this, and then rinsed your mouth clean again. You side stepped towards the shower, adjusting the water temperature and letting it run as to warm up the otherwise cold bathroom and mumbled “I need to wash my hair” without turning to see him
“Are you alright?” he asked, after a moment’s hesitation
You nodded “I’ll be quick. Don’t think I can eat though. Please don’t make me”
“I’d never— I… of course not. Take your time” he kissed the top of your head from behind and you never turned to look at him, but he turned on the lights and then softly closed the door behind him, leaving you alone. You stripped and stepped into the shower where you allowed yourself to cry tears of frustration over how you’d over reacted to the point of making yourself feel sick. But also tears of relief. And you didn’t know which reason was worse and more worrisome.
When you finally emerged from the bathroom, you didn’t want to put your sleep clothes back on, not to mention you’d just been sick in them, and just wore his longer towel around yourself, your own sitting atop your head wrapped as a turban. Harry tentatively sat up from the edge of the bed where he’d seemingly been waiting for you, and extended his arms “C’mere” he murmured and you took the few steps towards him before he wrapped them around you “Are you alright? What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Nothing” you mumbled against his chest “Maybe it’s the jetlag, maybe that sandwich I had at the airport” you shrugged, hoping you sounded convincing enough “How was your jog?”
“Good. Are you sure you’re alright?”
You breathed out a quiet laugh “Yes, I’m sure. Please… just, can we forget all about it? Hate that you had to see me like that” you mumbled against his chest and he pulled back a bit, tilting your chin to face him 
“What’s that mean?”
“Just… you know. Exactly what I said. Wish you hadn’t seen me puke my guts out like that. Especially on our first day here… How’s that for a memory”
Harry scoffed “Where’s that coming from? Sweetheart… come on. It’s me” he furrowed his eyebrows, searching your eyes “You don’t really think I care about that, do you?”
You tried to smile genuinely “Of course not… I’m just being silly” you shook your head and pulled away, kneeling over your suitcase and rummaging through it to find something to wear. You finally decided on a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt, you picked some lingerie too, and hugging them to your chest scurried back into the bathroom, closing the door behind you for privacy, all the while feeling Harry’s eyes on you.
You were painfully aware that this was so out of character for you, that your dynamic was so different. Harry had changed right in front of you just before going to bed, after you’d teased him about the very same thing, and yet you couldn’t get yourself to practise what you preached.
You emerged from the bathroom and found Harry looking pensively out the window this time. You cleared your throat slightly “So. Where to?”
He turned around “You’re ready to go?”
You rocked back and forth on your heels “Yeah. Ready” he looked a bit taken by surprise and you creased your brows “Why?”
“You just… never got ready that fast before, I guess. Not that I’m complaining” he gave you a playful smile but your heart sank. What did he really mean by that? 
“Yeah, I… I mean, I used to do a lil bit of makeup, maybe do something with my hair but — I mean, I kinda… stopped doing that a while ago. I’ll just let it air dry… and I don’t really have makeup anymore? I think I have some mascara somewhere, lemme see” you went back into the bathroom to check your toiletries bag, you really didn’t have much in there save for some old stuff that was surely expired, but you rummaged through it in search for that mascara you knew for certain you’d gotten a couple months back. Oh, and you had some concealer too, from when your second to last boss had told you to wear some as to not “scare the customers away” with your dark circles. Prick.
Harry followed after a beat and looked at you applying your mascara in the mirror “... I didn’t mean it like that. You don’t need to do anything if you don’t want to. You never did. You know I think you’re perfect just the way you are”
You looked at him through the reflection in the mirror giving him a pointed look “Ok, Bruno Mars”
He frowned, and you could tell he wanted to say more but he refrained from doing so. You dabbed some concealer on for good measure, and even risked some cream blush hoping it wouldn’t break you out, blending it out with your fingers, then washed your hands and turned back to exit the bathroom but Harry was leaning against the doorframe looking at you intently, still “Ok. Now I’m ready”
When he wouldn’t step aside you looked at him funny and he lowered his eyes to your lips and then bent towards you and you pulled back on instinct. You immediately regretted it, seeing the deflated look on his face “I… I just threw up” you stammered 
He nodded briefly, averting your eyes “...’m sorry”
“Don’t be. I… I just feel a bit gross. I’ll get over it. Maybe work up an appetite after taking some fresh air” you smiled reassuringly when he finally met your gaze and he pursed his lips together, nodding again. You slipped your shoes on and grabbed your tote and a cardigan, not quite sure what kind of weather to expect outside, and you were both out the door.
You agreed to just roam around aimlessly for a while until you felt you wanted to stop for breakfast. You insisted he should grab a bite to eat and not wait for you, but he was adamant he was fine with waiting. You were right to bring a cardigan. It was still quite chilly outside, despite Harry only wearing his gym shorts and a hoodie. You barely saw him wear anything else nowadays. Wondered if it was the same kind of change like the one you’d gone through with putting on makeup and doing your hair. You just couldn’t be bothered for 17 months, and you’d grown accustomed to skipping it entirely. Mainly because fixing tear smudges was a pain in the ass. You used to enjoy it, before. Who knows, maybe you’d feel like picking it up again now that things were falling into place in your life finally. Maybe Harry had felt the same way when it came to the way he dressed. He used to always dress impeccably. Not to say that he was dressed to the nines, far from it, but just the way he would mix and match his clothes was so refreshing, almost quirky, in a way. You loved the way he styled his outfits. Now he seemed to just wear clothes to cover up. Most of the time the articles weren’t even colour coordinated, something you never dreamed Harry would be ok with, given his penchant for design and all that. Also, all of his hoodies were quite baggy, even the t-shirts, and you wondered why he didn’t wear anything more fitted anymore. Part of you wondered if these were just the more casual clothes he used to have before and you’d just never seen, maybe the stuff he’d wear going to the gym, and something told you he was maybe a bit conscious of how lean he was now in comparison. He’d lost quite a bit of his bulk, and even though he was still definitely toned, he wasn’t as beefy and he’d clearly not been working out anymore for a long while. You realised the same could be said for you. You’d lost quite a bit of weight this whole time, having lost the curves he’d so adored. You never wore anything figure flattering nowadays, everything was just practical clothing, and you usually wore layers now. You hadn’t even been aware of why you were doing it before you figured this must be the reason why Harry was. 
You were lost in thought about all this for a long while, the both of you walking in comfortable silence along the streets of London. It was truly beautiful, and you were kicking yourself for not being more present, taking it in more and appreciating the moment fully. Just literal days ago you could have only dreamt to share a moment like this with Harry again. Every moment felt special. Every moment felt like you’d been waiting for it to happen for ages. You felt ungrateful. You needed to do better. You needed to show him how much you appreciated being with him doing the most mundane of things again. 
Harry bought a newspaper from a kiosk and after you entered a park, you saw people just casually laying on the still green grass, and you two decided to follow suit. You watched him turn the pages, his frown line prominent as he looked for the real estate section “I got an agent that’s gonna show us a few places today, someone that’s been recommended to me. But never hurts to see what the market looks like beforehand”
You hummed in approval “Can I look at the job listings? I don’t exactly have any data on my phone yet, I bet there are better offers online, but doesn’t hurt to look” 
“Job listings?”
“Yeah”
He cleared his throat “I just thought you’d want to settle in more before you began considering what you’d like to do”
You frowned “What do you mean?”
“I just mean… you don’t have to jump into things” he shrugged “I know you overworked yourself all this time and… I just want you to not have to worry about that right away”
You looked at him for a long moment “What are you saying exactly?”
Harry let out a nervous laughter “What do you mean? Just that. I want you to not have to worry about working”
“And what? Just sit around all day, take my sweet time? And in the meantime, what, live off of you?”
“If you want”
“If I want? Sounds like you’ve thought about this. Maybe it’s more something you want. When did I ever say I didn’t want to work? When did I ever say I wanted you to support us all by yourself? What am I now, your sugar baby?”
You hadn’t realised how your voice pitched until you’d finished rambling and saw a few heads turn away from you when you scanned the area around yourself a bit 
“Where’s all that coming from?” he finally asked, his voice serious yet calm
You sighed heavily, resting your forehead in your palms, your elbows on your bent knees “I don’t know. I don’t know why I snapped like that”
“I never implied any of that…”
“I know” you shook your head “I know. I’m sorry, I just… I’m on edge today. I’m sorry”
Harry grabbed one of your hands gently and intertwined your fingers “Talk to me?”
You kept your eyes on your conjoined hands “I just… I spent all of my savings on that plane ride. I don’t have a dollar to my name, let alone a pound. I don’t even have money to buy makeup wipes to take this off tonight” you pointed towards your face with a nervous laughter and Harry squeezed your hand
“Sweetheart, —”
“I just... I hate this. I hate that you have to pay for everything and I have to depend on you financially for a while. I’m gonna pay you back for the plane here, and half the rent, and everything- I just. I need to get a job right away. And I’m worried because I’ve been waitressing and not working in my field, so I know there’s going to be some raised eyebrows —”
“Y’N?”
“I won’t be picky though. I’ll do some odd jobs till I find something better, but I really gotta —”
“Y/N! Sweetheart, slow down” he scooted closer and put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side “That’s exactly why I said what I said. I don’t want you feeling like this. I don’t want you feeling like you have to rush into anything. You can take your time, find something you’d genuinely like doing. You don’t have to worry about this. I’m here, and I’m never letting you work yourself to exertion ever again. I don’t care how that sounds. You’re not my sugarbaby, and you know it, I know it. You’re my partner. And I’m the one who sold his house and had this whole move planned before you came back into the picture, I’m the one who asked you to drop everything and come with me. I’m the one who put you in this situation, and I’m the one who’s taking care of you, now and always. You never have to feel like you’re on your own ever again, Y/N. Because you’re not, you never will be, not if I have a say in it”
The last phrase and its meaning wasn’t lost on you. Harry was very careful picking his words, and what he’d told you was loud and clear.
“And I meant it. If you feel like you wanna take some time to figure it out, just know that you can. I know you want to work, I know you want to have your independence, I’d never dream of taking that away from you. I’m not saying all this to make you feel like you’d be financially dependent on me, I know you could never be happy with that, although I’d be fine with it. I’d be more than happy to provide for both of us and have you just keep your money to do whatever you see fit with it. I’d not want you chipping in on anything. But I know you, and how stubborn you are, and how that would make you feel like you’re dependent on me or that I’m buying you off in some twisted way, and I don’t want that. I don’t want you ever feeling like that, feeling like you have to stay with me, for any reason”
“Harry, that’s not —”
“I’m not telling you what to do, I just want you to do what makes you happy. And I know the job you had back… then, wasn’t making you happy either. Maybe you haven’t found what you’re passionate about yet. You never had a chance to explore that. I want you to take your time and figure out what you really want to be doing. I want you to have what I have with my job, something that excites you and you love doing… and, fuck. This is a much heavier conversation that I intended for us to have in a park, before we even had any breakfast, but I need to say this…”
“Tell me. I don’t care. I’m just glad you’re talking to me”
Harry looked down at you, deep into your eyes and you just longingly stared at each other for a while until he continued “I don’t want you to ever feel like you can’t leave. You’re not trapped here with me, Y/N. You don’t owe staying with me no matter what. If you’re not happy, I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to stay. I don’t ever want you to think about… how it can get for me, and have it be the only reason you’re staying. I don’t want that. I swear to you”
“Harry —”
“Let me get this out” he sighed “If you ever feel like you can’t be with me, I want you to leave. Promise me. No matter how many times I beg you not to leave me, at my weakest moments, no matter how much I mean it and no matter how much it’d kill me all over again, I want you to leave if you don’t want to be with me. I don’t want you staying with me out of pity, or guilt, or anything else other than love. Please promise me that”
“I-I… Harry, don’t say that…”
“Promise me, Y/N” he squeezed your shoulder intently, pulling you further into his side “All I’m asking is that you tell me. If you ever want to leave, just tell me. I promise I won’t stand in your way. I swear to you. No matter what your reason is, if you want to go, I’ll let you go. I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to run away ever again. You can go, and not have to hide and worry about me pursuing you if you don’t want me to. Just tell me. And I’ll respect your decision. That, and don’t take any decisions for me. If you leave, let it be a decision you take for yourself”
You gulped, and nodded reluctantly 
“Say it, say it outloud”
“I promise”
He nodded solemnly “Ok. Good. And just so you know that I mean it, I opened up a bank account here, and we’ll get your own credit card too. And I’ll make a deposit in your name, and that’ll be your safety net. And before you object- here’s how I thought we could go about it so that it would seem fair to you. Do you still have your car keys?”
“I — yeah. I still got them”
“Good. I’ll ship them back home, have someone take care of it. He’ll get a good deal for it. Can’t be worth more than 6 grand, but it’ll be enough for you to feel like you can land on your own feet should you ever need to. It’ll be your own money, fair and square. I’m just paying you for it upfront, through that deposit. If he gets a better deal, I’ll top it off”
You blinked at him, taking it all in. He’d really thought about all this long and hard. It was astonishing to you how thoughtful he was about your situation, and how willing he was to make you feel like you still had your independence, and you still had a choice to leave should you ever want to. You hadn’t even really thought about all this yourself. But now that he’d said it, you felt as though a weight had been lifted off your shoulders, one you hadn’t even been aware you were carrying. 
“You have to promise too”
Harry shook his head and looked away
“You have to. It’s not fair. I don’t want you feeling that just because you brought me here you’re stuck with me. I don’t want you feeling like just because I fucked up you have to spend all your life paying for my mistakes”
“I don’t have to, because I’ll never feel like that. I know exactly how I feel, always have. It hasn’t changed all this time, and I really wanted for it to change. But it didn’t. So I know, it never will” his voice was very solemn saying all this even though he was averting his gaze
“Harry, that’s… I have no words. And I love you for it all the more. But you know that’s not how this works. I can say the same. I feel the same. But I promised, because I recognized how important it was for you that I do. Now please promise me back. You’ll leave if it comes to it. Promise me”
Harry searched your eyes and meant to say something but refrained from doing so a couple times before sighing and resting his forehead against yours “I can’t. I can’t”
“Why? Why does it matter- if you know it’ll never come to it, then what does it matter? You’ll never have to go through with it if it never happens”
You could see Harry’s lips turn up in a smirk and you pulled away with a raised eyebrow and a smirk of your own “Suppose you do have a point there”
You shrugged playfully, trying to ease up the tension that’d been building up “Say it then”
Harry nodded, and after a beat, squeezing your hand that he was still holding said “I promise. I’ll only stay with you for the right reason. And that’s because I love you. I always will, but I want you to know that’s the reason and never doubt it. That’s why I’m promising”
“Same here” you squeezed his hand back. You then leaned in tentatively and watched as his gaze descended to your lips knowingly. He brought his other hand to your cheek and cradled your face tenderly as he pressed his lips to yours. It was the first time he’d kissed you since that night at the motel, and you realised just how important this promise you’d made to one another was. Maybe the most important one of all.
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CLOVER!!!!!! can you please show us how sunbeam harry and y/n would be 5 years later?
thank u 🥺
HEY BFF
i made 5 years later instagram accounts for sunbeam harry and y/n my sweet babies 🥹🥹
in my head y/n is now a ballet teacher for little girls and has her freelancer photography job that she loves so much, especially photographing harry.
as for harry i think he has released many more books and has his own private collection of over a thousand books, he has once tried y/n's class for kids... ended up with a twisted ankle (so real)
as for the both of them i think they're getting into real territory of wanting a baby even with y/n's young age, babies are apparently everywhere and they're high on baby fever
i might write an actual chapter on this soon because sunbeam is my first born, my baby and i miss writing about them so much! anyways i hope you enjoy this 🥹
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The Period Incident
AN: can you guess? yep, another random idea that popped in my head and now is wrote out for you to read. i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy. please reblog and leave your feedback : ))))
This story contains: implements of sex, kissing, talks of period blood, crying, embarrassment, comfort, fluff
{ boyfriend!harry - softrry - any harry era }
word count- 1,275
When you arrive back to Harry's house from a date night, things start to get heated quickly but as he goes to pull your panties off, that's when he realizes you aren't wet from arousal but are wet from aunt flo.
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You'd just been out on a lovely date and as soon as you arrived back to Harry's house, things started to get heated very fast. When you made it passed the front door, Harry lifted you up from your thighs and carried you up to his bedroom. The whole way there he had his tongue basically in your mouth and you couldn't help but moan at the hunger you were feeling for this man.
Entering his spacy bedroom, Harry stumbled his way over to the bed with you still attached to his body and carefully laid you down on the soft mattress. With eager hands, you both started to pull and tug each others clothes off, so horny driven you couldn't think straight. By the time Harry made it to your panties, he was only left in his boxer briefs and you were completely bare on the top of your body, round breasts on full display.
But when Harry goes to tug down your white cotton panties from your hips, he notices something is wrong immediately. The crotch of your underwear was soaked in a reddish brown substance and your shaven pussy had smeared blood all over it. It looked like a total crime scene. Being the mature adult he was though, Harry knew all it was was you'd started your period.
When you feel Harry pause in his movements of removing your last bit of clothing, you look up at his flushed face and ask hesitantly, "What? What is it?" He really didn't want to embarrass you because realistically periods aren't meant to be embarrassing. But Harry knowing you, he knew you'd get embarrassed and upset. He just didn't know to what extent.
Slowly pulling his eyes away from your bloody vagina, Harry gently explains, "Um...... it appears you may have started your period, love. But hey, it's okay. No need to be embarr...."
Your boyfriend was cut off by you shakily muttering out loudly, "Oh GOD!" as you looked down between your legs and seen the horrid view of what you thought was arousal forming in your panties from being turned on but turns out it was your period that came a day early. You give no warning as you quickly jump out of bed before ruining Harry's sheets and run into his bathroom.
As soon as you step foot in the bathroom, you slam the door shut, lock it, and scramble to find a tampon under the sink. Harry always kept tampons and pads for you or any female that may need it when using his bathroom. A thoughtful *king*. Then you grabbed a dark colored washcloth and wet it before sitting on the toilet. You kicked your bloody panties off and began cleaning yourself up.
You wiped all the wet and dried blood from your pussy and then patted yourself dry with some clean toilet paper. After that, you quickly opened the tampon package and inserted it in before you started leaking again. When the tampon was correctly inserted, that's when the full length of your embarrassment came flooding in and you quietly begin to sob on the toilet, fully naked and feeling vulnerable.
You and Harry have only been dating for about five months and you were never embarrassed to share with him when you got your period or talk about periods with him. But this, this was so much worse. He was literally about to go down on you when he came face to face with your bloody vagina and bloody underwear. How will he ever look at your pussy the same way again, you think to yourself.
Back in his bedroom, Harry was left sitting on his bed, still half naked and hard, unsure of what to do. He was going to come straight after you and repeat you didn't need to be embarrassed but after some quick rethinking, he realized you probably wanted some privacy for a few minutes. To clean yourself up and get yourself situated.
After sitting on his bed for about ten minutes at this point, Harry starts to hear your soft cries from within his bathroom. He knows he must get up and do something, anything to bring comfort to his vulnerable girlfriend. So he walks over to your overnight bag that's sitting on his bedroom floor and rummages around for you a fresh pair of panties. Then he goes over to his dresser and finds you one of his large t-shirts because he knows you like sleeping in his clothes verses your own.
Once Harry has the clean clothes for you to put on, he hesitantly walks to the bathroom door and knocks softly. "Love, I've got you some fresh clothes to put on for sleep. Um, I know you feel quite embarrassed but I want you to know that I'm not mad or upset with you. Periods happen and it just means you're healthy which is all I could ask for."
You hear his words from behind the closed door and feel even more emotional at his kind words. You always knew Harry was understanding but this, this is too sweet of him. If it was any of your other partners in the past, they would have kicked you out of their bed with discussed and gagged at the thought of your period blood. But Harry, he was so compassionate and loving that you should have known this would be his reaction.
Hoarsely from your raspy voice due to crying, you reply, "But..... but, I've ruined our night. We had such a good date and then we were gonna have some great sex and..... and I've ruined it."
"Baby," Harry speaks gently, "you did not ruin our night. Sex or no sex, it doesn't matter as long as I'm spending time with you. How 'bout you finish up in there and come out to the room where I'll have your clothes laying on the bed. I'll give you some privacy to change while I go make you some hot tea in the kitchen. Then we can cuddle and maybe watch a film in bed."
Weakly, you agree with, "Okay."
Harry goes down stairs to get your tea started and you come out of his bathroom to put on the fresh clothes he has laying out for you. Once you're in the clothes, you crawl under his heavy duvet and wait for him to return.
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Five minutes later Harry came back with the cup of hot tea in his hands and he carefully sets it on the table beside the bed for you. Then he grabs the tv remote and climbs into bed beside you. What you didn't know was the tea had some natural sleeping agents like melatonin in it because he thought it would help you relax and get a good night's sleep. So that explains why half way through the movie you fall asleep against Harry's bare shoulder.
When he notices you're asleep, Harry turns the tv off and slides down further in the covers to keep warm. And to keep you warm, he turns on his right side to spoon you. He places one arm under your neck and his other arm hangs over your hip. Then Harry carefully slips his right hand on your lower tummy and rubs it in soothing circles because he knows your cramps will set in by morning and he wants to help as much as possible. Not long after, he drifts off to sleep as well, holding his girlfriend nice and tight to his warm body, not hard anymore because all his worry and concern for you turned him soft rather quickly.
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