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espressorry · 1 year

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better together

it’s not always easy & sometimes live can be deceiving; i’ll tell you one thing - it’s always better when we’re together :)

this is pure fluff and a combination of the things i imagine when i listen to better together & banana pancakes by jack johnson :) enjoy!

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She was awoken, first, by the light streaming in lightly through her bedroom curtains. She hesitated to open her eyes, not quite wanting to shake off the sleep induced haze quite yet. Blindly, she reached out for the warmth of her boyfriend next to her, but was met with only remnants of his body heat.

As Y/N became more and more awake, she could hear rumblings in the kitchen - dishes being moved around, sizzling from the stove, a soft “shit!” as Harry likely burnt his hand on something.

Chuckling to herself, she turned her head into her pillow and stretched out her sleep-stiff limbs. This was her favorite way to spend a morning - sleepy smiles shared over good food and warm coffee, soft hugs in between bouts of conversation, and the overall comfort in being with your person on a Saturday morning with nowhere else to be.

Slowly, she got out of bed and shrugged on a cozy sweatshirt of Harry’s and her sleep shorts, discarded hazily the night before. As she made her way into the kitchen, she was met with a shirtless Harry just in his joggers, back turned to her as he cooked something on the stove. She approached him quietly and snaked her hands around his waist, nuzzling her head in between his shoulder blades.

He flinched as he felt her hands come around him, “Your hands are ice cold,” he chuckled, and was met with her rubbing those same freezing hands up and down his stomach to tease him further. “Good morning, my love.”

She grumbled noncommittally into his back, wrapping her arms tighter around him to savor his warmth.

“Well, good morning to you too, then,” he added, pausing his cooking to wrap his hands around her wrists, interlacing her fingers with his. He turned around so he could look at her face, eyes looking up at him with love and adoration, despite the sleep clouding them.

“Good morning,” she responded with a soft smile, reserved only for him - the only person she would tolerate before a cup of coffee in the morning. “I love you.” An unspoken rule between them, always throwing in ‘I love you’s’ at all hours of the day, not just as an obligation when leaving or ending a phone call.

“I love you too, baby. Coffee?” He asked, turning back around before she could even respond, wordlessly grabbing her favorite mug out of his kitchen cabinet and filling it from the pot of freshly brewed coffee.

“You are the best,” she voiced as she accepted the warm mug of coffee from his hands, both hands wrapping around it to steal all the warmth she could. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Banana pancakes,” Harry responded - her favorite, made with mashed, ripe, bananas and dark chocolate chips. He turned back to the stove to flip the small pancakes over to brown the other side. “They’re almost done, there’s a small stack keeping warm in the oven you can help yourself to.”

She was frozen for a second - even after months of being with Harry, it was still these moments that shocked her the most. The joy that came from having a partner who wanted to learn your favorite foods so they could cook them, unprompted, or would be unable to resist buying something because they thought of you - these were the things that she cherished the most in life. She had never felt so loved.

She set her mug down to wrap her arms back around her boyfriend, feeling her love for him swell up in her chest so much that she had to voice it - even without words. “Thank you,” she murmured into his back, pressing soft kisses along his shoulders.

Though the world could be dark and depressing sometimes, she hoped she would always have these slow Sunday mornings with him in their small little bubble - nothing to do, no other place they’d rather be.

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espressorry · 1 year

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dialogue game

comment dialogue below you want to see in a fic and i’ll write one! thanks for all the love on my first post, hoping to post a lot more on here :)

#harry styles writing #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #harry styles fluff #harry styles #harry fic #harry writing

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espressorry · 1 year

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somebody else

our love has gone cold, you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

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The pictures had destroyed you.

The breakup had been messy. Tears streaming down both of your faces as you had screamed at each other until throats turned raw, all emotion sucked out of you. Between the touring, the rumor mill, the hateful comments on the internet, and his unwillingness to be fully vulnerable with you, it had all grown to be too much. You loved him so much, more than the whole world, and all you ever asked for was him - but that was too much to ask sometimes.

So to see him out with a beautiful blonde girl on his arm, leaving the yoga studio you two frequented - and you now avoided for fear of running into him - it destroyed you. A mutual friend gave you the heads up to avoid social media, but you, of course, had to seek it out to cause even more pain to your already shredded heart.

You hated to think about him with somebody else - anybody else. Even if your relationship had gone cold towards the end - the spark and ultimately lively flame that fueled your relationship had gone out - you couldn’t bear to think that he had found somebody else already.

Your shaking hands closed out of Instagram before you could do any more damage to your already bruised ego, and before you could think better of it, you were opening your messages to your text thread with him. Tears were coming out of your eyes before you could control it as you read through his last message to you, telling you he still loved you and that he wanted to make this work. His promises meant nothing after the past several months of them ultimately being empty.

Before you could stop yourself, you were typing out a message to him.

So, is that it then? You’ve moved on?

Send. You threw your phone across the bed and slammed your face into the pillow. Fuck breakups. Fuck him for making you feel like this. The more time went on, the more you began to feel regret creeping into your mind for sending it. He’s moving on, you should be too.

Your phone buzzes to indicate an incoming call, and low and behold, it’s him. You debate declining the call. You should decline the call. It would be easier if you didn’t hear his voice.

“Hello?”

“Y/N.”

“Harry.”

“So you saw the pictures, then?”

“Of course I saw them. They’re all over the internet. Not like you were trying to be subtle.”

“Would you believe me if I said that we were friends?”

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt tears welling up in your eyes again. You wanted to believe what he was saying but you didn’t know how anymore. “I don’t know, Harry.”

He sighed into the other end of the phone, and you hear a sniffle echo through the receiver. “I didn’t think so. I deserve that,” he says with a wet chuckle.

You stay silent, knowing that he doesn’t need to hear your confirmation of his thoughts.

“Listen. I know this was my fault. You think I don’t know that? God, Y/N, you were everything good that ever happened to me and I don’t know how I fucked it up. I swear to you, if you just give me one more chance, you won’t regret it.”

You sigh up at the ceiling, swallowing down the lump in your throat. “You say that, but I just don’t know how to believe you anymore. I trusted you so much. I loved you so much. Do you know how it feels to have the one person you love more than anything else let you down over and over again?”

You can hear as he chokes out a sob and tries, fails, to contain it. “I know. I know that and I am - fuck, I am so sorry. Please. Please. I can’t do this without you.”

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espressorry · 2 years

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This Love (My version!) is out & I’m currently reliving the 1989 tour in my head and spiraling, it’s fine http://taylor.lnk.to/thislovetv

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I just. my heart is so sad for Ukraine. If I have any Ukrainian followers reading this, I really hope you and your loved ones are safe and well and that everything is resolved with minimal bloodshed.

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Violate My Privacy.

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westerners will write their articles with headlines like “why ukraine matters” as if it was a wasteland. it matters because i and the rest of the people live here. hope this helps

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espressorry · 2 years

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taylor swift in 2021

(part three)

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One of the saddest songs I’ve ever written just got sadder 🙃Drove up to Long Pond Studios to record All Too Well (Sad Girl Autumn Version) with the besties Aaron Dessner and Jonathan Low

http://taylor.lnk.to/atw-sadgirlautumn

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