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I just need Vulcans to hear about bunnies dying from loneliness and looking it up to see if anything similar like that happens to Humans just to find out we can die from heartbreak
#it’s v unlikely#but it still happens#Vulcans#humans#Star Trek#I was gonna make a cute post because I’m in a sad mood#but I made this post instead…because I’m in a sad mood#the tone of this doesn’t have to be sad#in fact I’m just imagining v v quiet horror#cause how do you respond to finding out other alien species can just die from being sad!#*?#the bunny thing is sadness and anxiety#technically the dying of a broken heart is more about trauma?#but breakups count#as traumatic right?#anyways sadness kills us how can they just decide humans don’t feel as strongly as Vulcans#because when we do we just drop dead?
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you forgot their birthday | &team
k
hello?? it’s impossible to forget his birthday. this man will text you on the twentieth october eleven-fifty nine p.m. to remind you it’s his birthday in a minute. he’d shamelessly beg for a happy birthday as well. only to gloat over it once he got his wishes.
fuma
he wants to be mature about it, but he just can’t. he’d spend the rest of the day just thinking about it. “is this a prank? please be a prank.” can’t sleep either. he’d then proceed to convince himself that it’s ok you forgot. “i mean, the anniversary’s more important right? right.”
nicholas
is going crazy because of it. almost gonna rip his hair out at the realisation that he’s not bothered that you forgot about it. he’s bothered at the fact that he cares so much. this could’ve been his dad that forgot, but he couldn’t care less. but you!! “nooooo…! please remember!!” will make you remember it somehow. and then will never live this down. this will become his teasing material to tease you with for months to come.
ej
is very mature about it. he’s sad but understands that these things slip one’s mind sometimes, no matter how important that person is. he just takes it as in, maybe you’re busy. “it’s okay.” he repeats to himself. and ej gets by as if nothing is bothering him.
:) ⇦ his face the entire time
yuma
is bamboozled. he’s having a wide ray of changing emotions. at first he’s bummed and sad you don’t remember. and then somehow thinks it’s funny as well. and then he’s grumpy. he comes home buying you a gift to see your “oh shit” realisation. and ended up enjoying your flustered face which he thinks it’s impossible to be this cute. he ended up winning that day.
jo
he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. other than the initial bummer, he gets over it fairly fast. to be fair, if it wasn’t for the members screaming a happy birthday on his face, jo could’ve forgotten about it as well. so he thinks it alright if you do. in fact, i think this man could’ve just think that you cooking rice in the morning for breakfast is the “happy birthday”.
harua
is not okay with it. will be very blunt about it. he’s very big on transparency. he’d calmly tell you how it stings and is sorta hurt by it. he makes you pinky promise him that it won’t happen next time and that you’ll remember. then you buy him a ton of candy, so he’s okay again :)
taki
like a flower that has been stomped. he does not take it too well. he likes birthdays. he thinks it’s the most special occasion. i mean, when else do one get a whole day dedicated to themself? he’d lose his light for the entire day. his energy has been snuffed out and will be emoting until you wish him a happy birthday.
maki
is super bothered. he’d deliberately ask you, “aren’t you forgetting something~?” but will not say it directly to you. he has this weird thing where he wants you to figure it out yourself for it to ‘count’. until then he won’t stay still. he’d deliberately be in a festive mood to give you a not so subtle hints.
ahh my last and first post is well received. i’m so so happy that people are interacting (≧∀≦)
i don’t know much about tumblr. and &team is my first group i write for! please don’t be afraid to say hi to me ❤︎
#&team x reader#&team fanfic#&team imagines#&team headcanon#&team fluff#&team scenarios#&team k#&team fuma#&team nicholas#&team ej#&team yuma#&team jo#&team harua#&team taki#&team maki#&team#andteam
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MURDER DRONES EPISODE 5 : Random details and favorite parts of this episode
Will be putting major spoilers under cuts if anyone has NOT seen the new episode, or has yet to see it.
CW/TW: Blood, body horror, murdery stuff! SPOILERS!! AHHH!!! You get the point. I am not responsible for your actions :3
(This post is a mix of different things btw, Md related tho)
None of this will be in order, and I might need to make a PART TWO!!! Since the total is 45 images. :’)
FIRST UP. I would like to take the time to appreciate doll so have some LOVELY LITTLE images of her I took.
She looks so fucking awesome???? Like holy shit. She slayed!!!!!
not to be fruity .but. yea
SHE. also Isn’t that the campsite? Or just a different location with the same appearance.
OKAY. Next up. BABYGIRL . I SQUEALED AT LIKE EVERY SCENE OF THEM SHES SO FUCKING CUTE. MAN😭
BLEEEEEH (I’m going to make this my icon soonthat was the purpose of the screenshot. Also because I love them)
World is mine by Hatsune mi- cyn. World is mine by cyn. The famous vocaloid /j (HSES 😭😭😭😭)
Noticing how her balance is SOOO Much better while holding someone?. Also MOOD .just like me .real 💔
i lov e you🥺EEEK /p. Shes melting
MY SIB AND I WERE FUCKIJG DYING OVER THE PUPPY EYES.LMAO. I love their humor
J* , and they locked her in the basement. I am so SAD about this information
PROTECTIVE BIG BRO MODE…babys
Okay, listen, i know these 2 got shipped before the release but OUCH this makes things so much weirder!!! eugh:( (mainly saw em as friends.tttotallt not becsuse I project my friendship with my silly mutual onto them.no. /sarc)
anyways forget them being friends as my headcanon. THEYRE FUCKING SIBLINGS EVEN BETTER!!! (prjdedcts me and my elder sib onto th— *gets killed /j*
GAY RIGHTS(After the 2nd watch i realized she was making them kiss each other and I started laughing so hard my sides hurt)
Okay glitch QUIT SHOWING OFF. god damn !!!!! Literally appreciating this scenery so hard. 10000/10. :3
YKNOW HW I WANTED TO SEE TEARS IN THE NEW EPISODE!! LOOK. KIND OF CLOSE!!
LOOK HES SOBBING!!!! ALMOST. I GOT WHAT I WANTED OMFG!!!!! YAYYA!!!! (Love it when ppl cry /j
Lovely little lad. Reading abt dogs:) so cute…
subtle hints of favoritism..👀(she obvs likes J more I think,)
I love how immediately i could tell this was drawn by Liam. Canonically J in the show but like his style is so adorable and bouncy!!!! AND LIKE yummyys:3 eated
Cute detail in Uzi’s room. SHE LIKES BABY COWS GUYS. ITS TIME TO MAKE FANART OF UZI WITH BABY COWS. /J
Blushys:)!
For those wondering what this is it’s basically a ripoff of YouTube. The caption is titled "Top 100 Doors ever!!11!" and then the views at the bottom 😭😭. KHAN AND HIS FUCKING DOORS GOD DAMNIT
This part scared the shit out of me i was literally about to cry. I THIUGHTT SHE KILLED HIM
I had to slow this down and repeat the same clip OVER AND OVER Just to get it right, apparently the solver can swap roles? (The order is supposed to be yellow then purple since Uzi takes over as an admin instead of CYN.) very cool.
STP FIGHTING D:
BOTH VRY SCARY :(
Better glimpse of her backpack. Cute little skullbat zipper!! Also batteries. 👍
Apparently DEAD BATTERIES, aka the logo on Uzi’s sweater could be a possible band? Or reference to a band I don’t know? Like how they have my chemical robots (or something like that) as a ref to the band MCR (romance).
Sigh., N was that you.
Conlang? Fictional language? Glyphs? I’m assuming it’s VERY important (since liam lovessss foreshadowing, i will further elaborate). Hoping there will be ways to "simplify" it to english!
Yknow how in episode 2 Uzi takes braidens sentience or sumn like dat. Yea 💀
Alright I’ve hit the limit, gonna rb again with part 2!!!!! Soon. Maybe
#murder drones#Murder drones spoilers#Spoilers#md spoilers#spoilers md#murder drones spoilers#Md spoiler#Murder drones episode 5 spoilers#Ask to tag#Md ep 5 spoilers#Murder drones ep 5 spoilers
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Imma be honest…right now quackity seems like a busy man, meaning he doesn’t have so much time to spend with u so every moment u meet up with him, he makes sure he cherishes it.
very long happy and sometimes chaotic FaceTime with him while he travels
After a long week of travelling and jet lagged naps, he makes sure to give u all his attention and love
cuddling u and him ranting about how much he missed you even though you two facetime multiple times, everyday.🤷🏻♀️
sending each other silly pics of random things
if u know how to cook he’d beg to help you cook…and u say yes even if you have a bad feeling about it😍
ur instincts were somewhat correct and now your kitchen is messed up😭 it’s ok tho cus he helps u clean up💗
idk about u but I remember quackitys gingerbread stream with his tiger costume so just imagine that…but u two have matching onesies‼️‼️ (Yes I’m kinda in the Christmas mood already)
your gingerbread house either looks like a perfectionist made it, or it’s like a sequel to quackitys gingerbread house…
ok wait now I’m in a halloween mood
pulls up with a ridiculous costume but I feel like he would ask you to match him him during halloween
he would be very lowkey about it and hopes you say yes even though he knows your gonna say yes💀
if you and him are at the point where you’re both comfortable with sharing each other online then he’d definitely post you on his story🤗
uhhhh yah that’s all, sorry if it sounds rly clustered😭😭
quackity would ur little sad stinkin face as he gets ready to leave on a trips. Like u look like sat cat just looking at him not saying anything he’d just be like “🥲”. When he comes from trips he ALWAYS tries to give u his attention even if u dont ask for it.
defiantly he thinks u look so pretty on the computer laptop if u use a laptop <3 sososososo maybe pictures of u 2 doing dumb faces or sometimes when one of u guys say something weird. u guys make a ‘😟’ face. and alex would take a picture of it, and when u guys text and u say something rather concearing, he’e send that picture of u making that ‘😟’ face. Like using u as a reaction meme
this is how i’d imagine ur messages together <3 he’d totally want u to send him pictures of u, so he can see u everyday he’s gone.
if u cook with him on a stream or something. U’ll be doing all the cooking. Alex would just being watching say “look what i did guys!” while ur working ur butt off as alex just said “I made that :D!”
he’d think u look adorable in ur onesie. If u have s little tail on ur butt, he would tug on it , amd then giggling when ur like “WHAT THE HECK?!”. He would hug u around ur shoulders from the back because he liked to the the fluffiness of the onesie (and he likes hugs)
HE’D SHOWED UP IN THIS AND THE CONVO BETWEEN U GUYS WOULD GO LIKE
quackity:do u like my costume
you: yea its cute
quackity:…u know i have another one in the room if u like it so much 😚😚
and you’re like “jm good thanks 😙”. he wouldn’t ask u directly to put on the costume but small things he does woukd kinda make it obvio.”hey look! this couple did matching costumes! aha…. u know maybe we can do that to 🫣🫣🫣”
#quackity x reader#alex quackity x reader#quackity#elquackity#el quackity#quackity fanfic#alex quackity
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Uhhh I made another concept about a Mafia!Jin x fem!reader on my accidentally deleted account… so I’m just gonna retell it here (because I can’t control myself and i haven’t posted in awhile)
Ok so Jin is big mafia dude and reader is like a plant shop owner that occasionally sets up a stall at a farmer’s market
She makes different sauces each time she’s at the market as an example of what people can make with the herbs she sells at her store
And Jin is the main person who cooks for the rest of the boys so he sometimes wanders around the flea market for fresh ingredients
And one day he finds reader’s stall while she made gnocchi with homemade pesto sauce
She offers Jin a taste because she notices that he’s been lurking around her stall, staring at the pasta
So they get talking and flirting back and forth and eventually Jin has to leave, but reader lets him have the rest of the pasta and sauce
So jin gets home all smiley, and the boys DEFINITELY take notice that he’s in a good mood
They pester him for answers but he simply smiles and shrugs it off
It keeps happening for months and the boys notice new food in their fridge every so often that Jin DID NOT COOK and they’re all confused
So one day they follow Jin to the market like scooby doo style (poking their heads in a single line behind a wall) and they see Jim flirting with one of the vendors and basically think “WHO IS OUR FATHER FLIRTING WITH” and act like kids that are scandalized when they see their parents kiss
In the middle of Jin and reader’s conversation he hears the guys arguing and talking loudly so he freezes a second before excusing himself for a second
He walks over to them and basically whisper yells “what the hell are you doing here” and drags them home after saying goodbye to the reader
It’s basically gonna be mainly fluff because i cant will myself to make them sad.
Jin and the rest of them being mafia dudes doesn’t really play a huge part in the plot, maybe something will happen with reader being used as in a hostage situation against Jin but I’ll figure it out later
I just want this to be really cute and domestic for fun
#bts x chubby reader#bts x reader#chubby!reader#jin x reader#bts mafia au#mafia!jin#jhope x reader#jimin x reader#namjoon x reader#jungkook x reader#mafia!bts#yoongi x reader#taehyung x reader#jin x chubby!reader#mafia!bts x reader
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omnia vincit amor
Summary: Natasha and Y/N are best friends, but friendships change when relationships start.
Pairing: Wanda x Nat (romantic), Nat & aroace!Reader & Wanda (platonic)
Word Count: 1677
Warnings: Death, loneliness, swearing, it’s angst
A/N: In case anyone forgot I’m a massive nerd, the title is in latin. In other news I keep reading posts about aroace loneliness and making myself sad and this is just the end product? It’s isolating sometimes thinking about the future. I’ll write some actual happy aroace reader fics one day 😭
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You couldn’t blame her. Not really. It had to be the end for one of you, and this was the option with the happy ending. Not for you, but for them, the two people you cared for most in the world. They would get their happy ending, and wasn’t that all anyone strived for?
Because, in the end, love conquers all.
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You were on the sofa when Natasha approached; she was out of sight, but you knew the sound of her steps well enough to know. Even if you hadn’t, she spoke first, and the voice and teasing tone were all too familiar: “For an aromantic, you can have some excellent romance ideas.”
“Well yeah, being aromantic doesn’t stop me from being a romantic. It’s the contrary: aromantic, a romantic. Get it?” Greetings weren’t necessary, nor was properly getting up to see her. Tilting your head over the back of the sofa and seeing her upside down was more than enough in your opinion.
Natasha rolled her eyes playfully, smiling broadly despite the sigh she produced. “I got it before you even said it. How? Because you’ve made this joke before!”
“I have one joke, okay?! You’ve got to let me have this!”
“I’ll let you have it,” she relented, and you’d already started to celebrate your meaningless victory before she continued. “But only because your dating advice worked.”
That stopped you in your tracks. You sprung up fully, turning your torso to face Natasha completely. “Wanda said yes?”
“She said yes.”
“Holy shit, this is so awesome! Aww, you’re going to be so cute!”
“Y/N, calm down. She agreed to a first date, not marriage.”
“Yeah, but you’ve both wanted this for forever. And trust me, because I had to hear both sides for soooo long. Like, sooo long, so much pining. Let me tell you-”
“I get it,” Natasha interrupted, “we took a while.”
“That you did. But what I’m saying is: it’s gonna work out. I know it.”
You kept grinning, trying not to let the expression drop in front of the spy. She rarely missed changes in your mood, no matter how well you thought you’d hidden them. This time, however, you didn’t have to try so hard; she was too distracted planning her date to notice anyway.
Natasha was your best friend, and Wanda a close second, so you were incredibly happy for them. You thrived on seeing good come to them, but your insecurities started to get the better of you, and they freed themselves when Natasha paused for your input.
“It sounds perfect,” you forced. “You’ll both do so well together. Only thing I’ll be sad about is losing the role of your favourite person!” A slight chuckle followed your words, a meagre attempt to play it off as a joke rather than genuine fear.
“As if you could ever lose that role, you’ll always be my platonic favourite.” It fooled Natasha enough for her to join in with the joke, too distracted again to notice the pain behind your comment.
Guilt crept up on you for even feeling insecure. Natasha was trying to reassure you, as she’d always done, and she’d always been good with you. She’d never insinuated that a romantic relationship was beyond a platonic one, never called dating ‘something more’, but her absent reassurance made you wonder. Had she meant everything she’d said before? Or were they just well-chosen words from a time without romance?
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Time proved that things wouldn’t be as bad as you’d thought, so the insecurity lessened over time; it never vanished completely, but it became easier to ignore. As her best friend, you were subject to hearing Natasha gushing about Wanda on a near daily basis, and from that, you got to hear how their relationship grew. According to her ‘morning after’ recap, their first date was perfect; it led to more dates, which led to actually dating, which led to Wanda moving into Natasha’s compound room.
Still, they both made time for you, almost as much as before, not wanting you to feel left out even with the new relationship. Along with just talking and hanging out in the compound, Natasha began to invite you on ‘friend dates’, days to do the things you both wanted to do. Sometimes it would just be the two of you, and sometimes you’d invite Wanda too, though since the whole point was to make sure you didn’t feel like you were third wheeling, your two friends would keep their PDA to a minimum.
Sometimes they’d try to sneak kisses and flirting past you; on the days when you were excitable and often ran ahead or were distracted by the activity. Oftentimes when you looked over at them and they were making out, you simply carried on your way and left them to it, not actually minding. But you had a reputation to keep up, so towards the end, or if things were looking to get a little too heated, you’d snap your fingers, playfully indicating for them to return to the day’s activity.
Taking them to a rom-com was a mistake you wouldn’t make again though. Nothing stopped the couple’s flirting after that.
Being with them was fun; it took away your fears and feelings of loneliness; you got to do things you enjoy with your favourite people. It should have been enough, but the isolating thoughts came crashing back as soon as you were home. While Wanda and Natasha would return to their own room for time as a couple, you would be alone, yearning for a closeness that only seemed to come with dating.
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When it came to Avengers work, the mission groupings resulted from two factors: how much everyone’s skills applied to the mission; and how close teammates were; personal friendships tended to affect team performance positively.
The pairings evolved and eventually led to you, Natasha, and Wanda being the most frequent grouping. It had been pairings at first: you and Wanda, Nat and Wanda, you and Nat; whoever fit best to the mission. But then Natasha and Wanda had started dating, and the suggestive comments through the comms began to get to the HQ team. And so, the team stopped sending them alone, adding you to the mix; you worked well with them both, and the team could count on you to curb the couple’s distractions with each other.
Missions went on like that for months, the three of you always being sent together. You were a dream team. Sure, there’d been a few cuts, scrapes, and bruises, but mostly, they’d gone by without a hitch.
It only took one mission for that to change.
It should have been simple; subdue a few guards, retrieve the data inside the building, and leave. The assignment team had even decided just you and Natasha would be enough; only at your and Nat’s insistence had Wanda been added.
The hostiles knew the three of you had been coming; the tip-off was something you would have to sort once you got off from the mission. They’d found a way to stop Wanda’s powers, and there were far more guards than you had expected, leaving you woefully outnumbered.
From there, it went downhill quickly. Unless something changed, you wouldn’t be winning this fight. There was still one way to complete the mission, and it was the scenario the three of you attempted. You and Wanda kept fighting atop the scaffold while Natasha snuck a few floors down to grab the intel. As soon as she’d acquired it, your group would back off, giving the impression of abandoning your assault.
Only, it never got to that stage.
A shockwave blasted on the rooftop; there was nothing you could do as it hit, sending you toppling over the edge. From a glance at Wanda, you saw she suffered the same fate; she was too far away for you to grab her, too far to have any attempt at saving both of you. With her powers, the fall wouldn’t have been an issue. But they were still blocked, and she was scared.
Natasha ran to the edge of her floor when she heard the screams; the windows weren’t in, so she had the full range of view to look up, seeing you and Wanda hurtling in her direction.
Grief set on Natasha's face the instant the situation became clear. Wanda’s powers weren’t working; you didn’t even have powers. Nothing and no one would stop your falls; no one but Natasha.
Her eyes flit from Wanda’s to yours – she couldn’t save you both. You knew that, but she had just realised it. Your friend had a decision to make, and she had a split second to make it.
She chose Wanda.
Natasha lunged just in time, grabbing her girlfriend and pulling her back onto solid ground. The two stumbled, then locked in a hug. Wanda sobbed at her sudden safety while Natasha embraced her, but the assassin’s gaze was over Wanda’s shoulder. You were out of reach now, in the final few seconds of your life.
Pain and apologies greeted you when you looked up. But you couldn’t blame her. Not really. The value of romance over friendship was a fact you’d carried with you for your whole life, something that left a pain in your heart with every reminder, but it meant you knew how it would end. You’d always known.
Despite it all, you realised that hadn’t prepared you for the confirmation. So, for the final time, your heart clenched at the sight of Wanda and Nat embracing. They would have a happy ending: a marriage, family, the whole lot, everything they had ever wanted, and everything you’d known you wouldn’t get.
In your last moment, you hid the hurt that must have shone through on your face, replacing it with acceptance. Natasha was still watching; you had to let her see that she had made the right choice in saving her love.
After all, it was a well-known phrase: omnia vincit amor.
Love conquers all.
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part 2
#wandanat#aroace reader#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff & reader#wanda maximoff & reader#wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x reader#wandanat & reader
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Hi! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests, but could I request…
It’s the middle of the night and you and Sunghoon are bored laying on his bed so he suggest going to the park and playing at the playground but then one of the maknaes asks to join but hoon gets jealous because he wants to spend time with you?
Thank you ❤️
♪°○「 late night park trip 」○°♪
warnings - none! just sad hoonie :((
genre - fluff and angst, bf!sunghoon x gender neutral reader
requested - yep! thanks anon! requests are open!
a/n - so. cute. idk how you came up with this but i’m doing it no question. i hope this is ok anon! ily! (also fyi i’m working on requests right now. i’ll post them soon!)
laying in bed is the only posible option when your bored, right? well regardless if it isn’t that’s what you’re doing with your boyfriend. almost 11 o’clock at night, still brain storming what to do to spend some time together before you have to go back home.
your head in his chest, arm around his torso tightly and his hand playing with your hair.
“uhh…we could…go to the grocery store?” you offered.
“nope. jungwon and jay went to the store yesterday. we don’t need anything.”
“we could…make a cake?”
“at 11 o’clock? nuh uh.” he shook his head.
“are you just gonna keep shooting my ideas down or are you gonna come up with one yourself”. you looked up at him and glared.
“sorry sorry”. he looked down at you and sweetly kissed your forehead.
“OH I GOT IT!!” you sat up with wide eyes. sunghoon was confused at your sudden remark, so he sat up with you.
“what’s your idea?” he asked putting his hand on your thigh.
“let’s go to the park!” your eyes lit up as you looked at him. he could feel his face heat up at your sudden excitement.
“wait that’s a great idea!” his eye lit up with yours.
for the next thirty minutes you spent preparing for the park. he got his jacket, took one of jungwons jackets because they are smaller for you. you grabbed a bag and stuffed it almost full with snacks for the both of you and finally a picnic blanket.
while sunghoon was sneaking in jungwon closet he felt someone come behind him. thinking it was you, he didn’t stop.
“hyung what are you doing with my jackets?”
“h-huh? oh jungwon. nothing just letting y/n borrow one”.
“why? where are you going? and why do you need my jacket?”. jungwon asked.
“uh. the park. just to hang out together and stuff”. just at that moment you came around the corner to check on him.
”sunghoon? you got everything?- oh hi jungwon. sorry did we wake you up?” you asked worried. jungwon was about to answer when you head a voice from around the corner where you just were.
“did i hear you guys are going to the park? can we come?” riki says as if you just offered to go to disney land. “yea sure! we’d like that!”
sunghoon glared at jungwon and riki as if telling them to back off, but did they or you notice. sadly not.
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you finally made it to the park with sunghoon, riki, jungwon, a bag full of stuff, and yourself. you were messing around with jungwon and riki acting like the kids you are.
riki would say something, you and jungwon would laugh, and so on. and while all that happened sunghoon hung back behind you carrying everything down to the car. you all drove in one car, again, sunghoon driving and the three of you in the back, all the stuff in the shotgun, sunghoons mood still not changing.
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ahh finally at the park. you set up everything, trying to navigate while it’s basically the middle of the night. the whole night you had been picking up on your boyfriends weird behavior although he though otherwise. when everything was set up, he sat down on a public park bench and watched riki and jungwon play.
“hoon”. he hears from the right side of him.
“babe are you ok? you’re acting kind of distant”.
he looked at you and his eyes softened. “yea yea i’m fine. i just…actually never mind.”.
you looked at him with puppy eyes, knowing what they did to him. “oh stop looking at me like that.” you smiled “i just…i wanted it to just be us tonight.”. “awww hoon. you’re adorable”.
you sat down next to him and placed your hand on his thigh. you looked at him with a smile, but he still didn’t make eye contact with you. you leaned up and kissed his jaw. that got his attention. he looked at you and saw all the love in your eyes. he kissed you lips sweetly.
“let’s hand out ALL day tomorrow. ok? just you and me, a bowl of popcorn, and a movie. deal?”.
“deal”
“i love you, ok?”
“yea. i love you too.”
#sunghoon fluff#sunghoon angst#sunghoon x y/n#enhypen sunghoon#park sunghoon#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon#sunghoon x reader#enhypen fluff#enha#enhypen x reader#enha sunghoon
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Tickle Monster
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Well, here goes my first attempt at a posted the owl house fic-
Summary: Amity overworks herself and gets into a grumpy mood, but her girlfriend knows what to do to get her
out of her head >:]
Characters: lee!amity ler!Luz
Warnings: this is a sfw tickle fic! If that’s something you don’t vibe with, you’re free to not read! :]
Everyone that WANTS to read here?
Okay! On with the show!
It wasn’t unlike amity Blight to overwork herself.
It was quite the regularity, actually.
And usually, her brother and sister could always found some way to distract her with their silly antics.
Not this time, though.
No prank, joke, or ruffling of her purple hair could make her crack a single smile.
How come? She couldn’t tell you. It was one of those days where she just sat at her desk and studied for no reason other than fear.
Fear for being anything less than perfection personified.
She had to, for her mother.
But what’s worse? She wasn’t even absorbing information. She was quite literally just staring at paragraphs with dreary eyes.
“Ugh.”
She smacked her head into the textbook.
There was a knock at the door.
She grumbled off to go open it.
“Titan, can’t I just be left alone?”
She mumbled to herself as she creaked the door open.
“Oh! Luz..”
Amity cocked her head to the side.
“What’s up?”
The beaming human looked up at her witch girlfriend.
“Two little birdies told me you needed some cheering up!”
She gave the witch cheesy finger guns.
Amity looked away, but still opened the door enough for Luz to walk in.
Edric and Emira. They had just to say something.
“So.. mind telling me why you’re so grumpy, hermosa?” Luz asked, a hint of playfulness in her question. It wasn’t to downplay her girlfriend’s emotions, but she found this tone always got her girl to giggle.
But again, not this time. Not even a smile.
This caused Luz to frown slightly out of worry.
“Amity.. what’s wrong?”
Amity just sighed.
“I.. dunno. Everything’s too this, but it’s also too that, and I can’t study because I can’t concentrate, and.. and..”
She stopped, tears welling up in her eyes and threatening to trickle down her face.
“And I don’t know what to do..”
The tears were pouring down her cheeks big time now, and Amity’s face was red out of embarrassment from crying.
Luz pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back and comforting her with soft nicknames and sweet nothings.
Amity sniffled and closed her eyes, nuzzling into Luz’s shoulder.
This felt so good..
And the witch knew she was starting to feel better..
But there wasn’t a smile on her face yet,
And until there was, Luz wasn’t gonna stop.
Amity sat in the humans lap, looking up at her with sad, tired eyes.
“Cmon, baby, can’t you give me just one little smile..?” Luz whimpered, gently stroking the witch’s cheek.
Amity just looked to the side, shivering slightly from Luz’s tickly touch.
And that gives her girlfriend an idea.
“Ohhh I see.. maybe I can’t cheer you up right now.. but I think I know who can!~”
At first Amity is confused, raising an eyebrow and asking “who?”
Then she sees Luz wiggle her fingers.
“W-Wait! Luz!!”
She tried to get out of her human’s lap, wiggling about in the process.
Luz only smirks.
“Rawr! I’m not Luz! I’m the-“
There was a small squeak from amity as she’s grabbed gently and placed on her back.
“Wah-!
“..tickle monster!! Tickletickletickle~”
She began to swipe and gently dig into Amity’s belly.
“NOHOHO-!”
Aaand just like that, Amitys smile was back on her face,
More than that though, cute little giggles poured out along with it.
“L-LUHUHUZ!”
“I tooooold you silly, I’m not Luz! I’m the tickle monster!! And I’m gonna get you here,”
She poked a random spot on Amitys belly.
“..and there!”
Another squeeze.
“And EVERYWHERE!!”
Using both of her hands, she dug her thumbs into the purple haired witch’s sides, earning a squeal to escape from the girl’s lips.
Luz even began to chuckle herself, seeing her awesome girlfriend all smiley and giggly again..
And watching that sad look melt away, leaving only a sweet curve that met the lips of someone she loved so, so much..
Titan, now she was smiling like a dope.
After A few minutes more of tickled-induced giggles, Amity found she wasn’t so sad anymore.
She was still tired.
Titan, was she tired.
But upset? No.
She curled up onto Luz’s chest, whom of which was smirking contently.
Amity was all better now, and it was all thanks to the tickle monster.
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art blog update! - i should like, actually label these lol as i’m trying to venture into making art for a living
anyway, i guess, NEW entry ?
but also this is housekeeping
but i will be trying to transition back a little into how i used to draw back in like, 2021 in terms of basic shapes and shadows, where the figures were a little smaller, less detailed, and more about the mood and all that.
when looking at my art now with the lineart and the lighting, i feel like i’m losing myself a little too much, and for a while i’ve been growing a little frustrated that the heads didn’t seem to be matching the bodies, you know? Like, the way i drew their faces is a really stylized way but then the bodies were just... there.
And the lineart is fun but also really annoying and i feel like it takes away something special from the mood i’m trying to convey and it makes things feel more stiff and more...idk, trapped? Idk how to describe it. It’s not to say I don’t like the recent stuff i’ve done with lineart and i may still do lineart in some way shape or form, but it feels like my art is trying to be something it’s not and aiming for a goal that doesn’t benefit it.
and this past Sunday i felt really sad about my art which is is partially bc i’m entering ‘the red zone’ [the week before my period hits where i’m a little more down on myself] but also i know that when i’m sad and frustrated over my art, it means i need to think about switching something up or learning something new.
so i’m going back to something like this BUT, with better understanding of my brushes, lighting, composition, and colors lol.
Because this is when it felt like my art was hitting the mood and tones that i wanted.
I’m gonna try and move back to making their faces not as bulbous and their eyes a little further apart and work on shapes and composition over clean lineart and all that.
this is an effort to try and get my brain back into the emotions of my art.
*there are still some bang pieces and other works that i have right now that will not be like this, and so when you see them posted just know that it was created before i’ve made this decision to retrace my art journey a little bit lol.
** i truly can’t wait for the bang pieces to be done lol because the stories i have are really cute ;_;
okay ... mini blog entry is done bye bye have a good week! lol
<3 wigglebox
#art blog#art blog entry#wiggleart#idk#alwkfjlwkej#like this doesn't impact folks but i also wanted to give a heads up if you've gotten used to the cell shading and the lighting and stuff#long post
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What is your favorite jikook moment/bts song?😄
You saw my whiny little post from last night, eh? Lol. I was in a bit of a mood for a moment but thank you for indulging me ☺️🤣
But clearly I was talking out of my ass, huh, cause now I have to pick one favorite?! ONE?! Painted myself into a bratty little corner there, didn’t I.
Song: I am an indecisive person & I also tend to cycle through songs and have different faves at different times (like everyone probably) but one of my ultimate all time faves is We are Bulletproof: the Eternal. I’m a sap at heart, so that one can straight up make me emotional if I hear it at the right time. The guys have such clear emotion ringing in their voices, it feels so pure and raw and like it’s something they sing from the bottom of their hearts. It’s just a very epic feeling song, too, and musically gorgeous. I have so many other faves but I’ll say that one today 😁 lol
Fave Jikook moment?!? Seriously what was I thinking acting like I could pick one?! Feels like every time I see another moment or rewatch an old one, I see it from a different angle, pull something else out of it.
One that I find very tender that I think is a bit underrated is that 2019 fansign where JK ranked Jimin as first in looks.
Let me preface this: I detest those looks ranking questions. I get it, it’s showbiz, and maybe a bit of a cultural diff too, but it just grosses me out. Takes me back to junior high when the boys in my grade passed around a piece of paper with all of the girls in our grade ranked by looks 🤢 so, yeah, not praising the scenario here, BUT:
1. JK handled this so cutely
2. JM’s reactions and whole demeanor was everything.
You can watch the whole thing translated to English here (it has a JK focus in the bottom left), all the guys have adorable chemistry in this one and it’s a fun one to watch. The looks ranking starts at 3:40.
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And when I tell you my man Jimin goes through a JOURNEY during this question. It’s kinda sad— getting ranked last previously, especially by JK, was probably hard on him (would have been hard on anyone, it’s just a fucking uncomfortable situation ugh) — and you can kind of see this moment where he hears that they’re doing a looks ranking, and that JK is doing it, and he kind of pretends to ignore it? Meanwhile everyone but Tae the ethereal blue-haired beauty who is shuffling through questions is watching JK.
Focusing on Jungkook for a sec — he prefaces the whole thing with this adorable caveat that this is HIS ranking according to HIS taste. Okay, we hear you. Continue.
They shuffle around while he says this, get situated and Jimin looks over, so clearly he’s aware of what’s going on after all.
But while JK works the crowd and builds up to saying who’s in first place, Jimin looks back down to read the same question he’s read like 6 times now. Cause he definitely for sure isn’t paying attention (again it’s actually fucking sad and I wanna hug him but luckily he has ppl in his life for that lmao). But boy does he read the heck out of that little slip of paper.
And then, surprising literally no one BUT Jimin, JK says first place goes to the one who USED to be ranked last, Jimin-ssi, cause he can’t not call him that.
And Jimin’s face. Y’all. He lights up. His shoulders lose this tension, he looks genuinely surprised and delighted and it’s fucking adorable. I think this meant something to him beyond on-stage antics of a fansign, I really do. And maybe I’m reading into it, but I think it felt good to Jimin for JK to do that, for whatever reason that may be.
AND THEN
yeah you thought I was done I’m not
AND THEN, Jungkook decides to screw the rest of the rankings and skip to the last place, which he was gonna name himself, but Joon cuts in and says just name second place because that man is an excellent leader and diplomatic as hell, and JK goes “okay I’m last” and names Joon second place in a cute little interaction (just go watch it). But what I find so telling about that is that JK basically threw the rest of the question. He didn’t want it, probably partly because looks ranking is cringey but also because I think he really just wanted to right the wrong of ranking Jimin last, put him at the TOP of the list according to HIS taste, for the record, and then be done with that shit. And I feel him.
Whew. If you got to the end of this thanks, I’m long-winded. Thanks for taking the time to ask and if you feel like coming off anon, I’d love to hear your faves in a reply 💜
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Omg that tag vid 🤣 I can completely picture the main trio just spinning around the watch post and feigning going left or right at the cafe tables, tossing chairs to try to slow down each other. As for your most flustering fics hmngh so many of yours put me in Lee mood, and this got long and turned into my rambling like a nerd- apologies in advance!
I'm gonna say the Stanley Parable fics Disobedience Shan't be Rewarded, and Is the Bucket Worth it, Stanley? are some of the ones that get me the most. I think it's the way you right the Narrator. I have a weakness for Gods using their powers to mess with someone helpless and those fics scratch that particular itch for me wonderfully. Also, mock sympathy, and condescension fuck me up so bad in Lers and you write it so well? 🫣
Ooh Hands To Yourself gets me bad though 😭 Pretty sure that fic made me hide my face in blush multiple times; Essek especially took me out in that good Lord I haven't even met him but you made me frightened to haha as an easily flustered Lee. 🤣 There was also quite a few neck and ear tword focus and given those are some of my own worse spots, I was scrunching up reading certain parts there lol. Oh! Another thing about Essek's characterization I loved- how he feigned genuine anger, because I would absolutely panic and trip over myself to people please out of fear and fall right into his trap 🤣 Then after it comes out he's not actually upset and my bad anxiety would go away and turn into anticipation, like right before i go on stage for a performance. I think I'd more just get flustered, jumpy and skittish.
I thought your Castlevania fic The Moderator and the Monster are One in the Same was also super cute; I also wrote an Alucard/Reader fic a while back based on the library scene since it took me out. Still haven't finished the show because I don't want it to end/make me sad haha.
Fuck Off and Let Me Sulk took me out jfc, just found that now and we have similar tword thoughts lmao- Alucard calling Trevor out? I am always down bad for mean, teasy as Hell, Alucard. His voice and mannerisms kill me, and his adorable back and forth with Trevor at the end was so cute?
Okay no more rambling I swear! Hope you had a good rest and that this is semi-coherent; I'm gonna pass out now cause it's nearing 7am 🤣 Getting creative in the middle of the night is both blessing and curse
LXGSMAHSKD THIS IS LIKE THE NICEST THING ANYONE’S EVER SAID OMG THANG YOU ILY!
I remember having so much fun with the Stanley Parable ones, especially the first one! It was pure self indulgence rewarded by an unexpected shower of attention lmao. & omg my sweet baby boy Essek, trust me you’re gonna love this prissy bitch once you meet him! I was literally like a horse trapped in that box before the race & once I officially met him I shot off like a rocket! I really need to write more critickle role tbh cause I have so many ideas! Although I gotta admit, I’m not sure that one’s mine, so can’t take credit for that one, but I do have a long ass shadowgast fic that just so happens to have a very teasy Essek. & don’t get me started on castlevania! Omg I fell so hard for those boys! Their dynamic is so fun & their banter is hilarious! They need their own get along shirt, I feel like it would end badly lzavakdhkq but yeah, Alucard is a teasy bastard & he loves to bother Trevor, & the human is just too cute for his own good
Please don’t apologize for rambling! This made me really happy & it’s so cool to hear about what fics y’all really like! Especially when they’re ones I really enjoyed making! Wish I got better sleep, but the fucking construction woke me up & bug man is coming to spray, so fuck it, we ball. But omg please get some sleep! I mean, I’ve definitely been there after a night of endless creative flow, so I absolutely feel you. Sleep tight, & hope you have sweet dreams! & to everyone else… good morning! 😂
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I want to be in a better mood so bad. Time didn’t even feel real the past couple of days. And we had so much fun and so many happy times, and yet I know that inside I’m still at the same place I was on Friday. but it feels like that isn’t me, feels like another person. That’s sad and trapped. It’s like I’m looking at myself from another person.
And I try so hard, and use all of my energy to try and think of cute things to do for him, and ways to show him that I care or love him, or just try to take some weight off of him or help however, I can, And I’m left feeling like I will never be enough. It’s like when I go to post him. I’m immediately anxious of everything that I’m not doing right, or that I’m not doing enough of. I am extremely aware of every little thing that he wants and needs. And I always feel like there’s more that I can’t provide. I say I want to watch his clips and his stream, and he doesn’t send me anything or move forward on that. And I feel like even when I do, there’s gonna be some thing that I’m not doing enough of still. I pick out his outfit for the mall and I try to be in a good mood, and I still just can’t be enough for him. I had to ruin the mood. Because I’m too fucking sensitive. It always feels like there’s something, and I’m the reason for it. I just want to post pictures of myself on my Instagram and have my boyfriend come at how amazing I look and he can’t believe I’m his, I just want to post pictures of us and cute, captions and quotes, and not have to worry that he thinks that I’m being fake or that I’m not doing enough for him or that I don’t care enough. It hurts so bad when he says that I don’t care. It’s so bad when he says that I don’t listen, but I am sitting on the edge of my seat for every word that leaves his mouth. I’m still so hurt, and it’s my fault. And it feels like there’s nothing I can do to redeem myself, or make things better. and even though I’m trying so hard, I just wish that one day it’s enough. All I want is to be seen. I can feel myself becoming very anxious and self destructive and I know that’s a huge turn off and beyond unattractive, why the fuck would he stay around the negative fucking energy. I need to stop. Fuck I can’t lose him. Please.
And I really hope I don’t ruin Valentine’s Day. I keep trying to be proactive about plans, so I don’t fuck it up like New Year’s, and either I forget, or he forgets, and I feel like it’s all going to fall back on me again for blame. And then I’ll be the one to ruin the night if I’m upset during the event just like New Year’s. And with that it very much feels like I don’t have space for my BPD for me to be upset and try to call myself down. I but I really hope it goes well. Because it doesn’t really feel like he loves me anymore, or maybe I’ve just hurt him too bad. Or just doesn’t love me the same. and that’s probably me just being too anxious and personalizing a lot of his own struggles. Which I recognize and feel beyond fucking shitty for. I’m a horrible person. I wish I could buy and make everything that I want for him for Valentine’s Day so I can try and show him how much I care because I don’t know how else to express it. and I feel so in adequate I know he’s doing all of these grand gestures and that’s all I want to do because he deserves it and more, and it just makes me feel so beyond inadequate. I know everything that I want to do, and with him believing that if they wanted to they would, it feels impossible for me to be understood. it’s like every time I stand up the rug is taken out from under me before I can even keep my balance.  I wish words weren’t cheap to him, and that he would understand where I’m coming from with everything.
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Hi Em! So I checked out Sabrina’s EP and I really like “is it new years yet?”, it’s so fun. Thanks for the well wishes! I absolutely agree on the gift bit, I think it’s so fun to figure out a treat or experience that shows how much you care about someone!! Right now I’m dating someone who is a huge fan of Buffy the Vampire Slayer so I found some prints on Etsy, and for my nieces I’m planning music related gifts because they’re quite clever!
question: do you have any special december plans or traditions for the holiday season?
hihi!!! 'is it new years yet?' is sososo fun I also love 'buy me presents'! and who doesn't love 'I need that charles dickens!!' in 'a nonsense christmas' (it's me hi I need that charles dickens specifically more content for an adapted charles dickens tv show the artful dodger it's me jksdghkdsjghdkfhg). I can't post what my specific gift ideas are bc those ppl follow me but I have ideas!! and I will get there!! not today tho skdghdkfhg :) ur gifts for ur bf and ur nieces sound so cute!!!! I love this for u and for them bc there really is smth about getting someone The Perfect Gift that's just *chef's kiss*.
I don't have super special december plans, but I am going to a christmas cookie party next week!! I've never done one!! I am gonna make the obvious choice for swifties everywhere, but I'm gonna make a bigger batch probably so that I can have some to give away and some to keep since my celiac makes it hard to eat their cookies. I am also gonna dress festively I have the most grandma core santa sweatshirt and a red velver scrunchie it's a look.
some years my mom and I hand make different kinds of chocolates for the holidays, but I don't know if we'll do that this year it's just kinda if we're in the mood we do it. if we do though that'll be farther into the month so that we give them out right before the holiday. we usually make peanut butter cups and various flavors of bon bons then my mom makes caramels. I think there's one other that I don't eat that she makes. they're also super easy to adapt to be gluten free!!! the resippys we use for those were handwritten by my granddad also!!! some years I also bake gluten free danish christmas cookies but again I have to be in the mood. otherwise the only other tradition is the old christmas carol/it's a wonderful life watching on christmas eve. my mom cries at the Weirdest part of it's a wonderful life and it happens Every Single Year. she conveniently ducks away during that part every time now cause we tease her about it jkshfdkjdhghk. it's not even at a sad part!! like girlie why do u cry at the not sad thing!!! then christmas day we partake in the 24 hours of a christmas story bc we're doing other things so it's just background noise. what about u what are ur traditions or do u have fun events coming up???
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Library Triage! kinda?
I have soooo many library items checked out right now and I’m making progress on returning none of them; between working overtime and spending way more of my downtime than usual just incessantly watching the same clips on YouTube, I am not reading very much. But I can’t seem to let anything go. So this (even more than usual) is just me trying to make sense of everything so I don’t lose any items this time...
Part 1: DVDs
No Escape: I have watched this already (twice now in this checkout period, including the one with commentary!) so really I should be done with it, but I’m not. I want it close at hand. It’s too good.
The Hollow Crown: Complete Series: the gifs have been promising so we’re gonna have fun with this. Eventually. Right now my ability to handle it is taking one look at a still from any of them and immediately turning into a cartoon with eyes/heart ballooning out of my body, so I am not yet calm enough for that.
The Night Manager: I’m pretty sure this is actually the project I’m going to target next. I know what I gotta shield my eyes about but I also think I can manage the rest of it, and I’m finally interested in the larger story.
Thor 1-3 + The Avengers: for when I’m ready to continue my Loki journey.
(And yet, I’m still over here like, “I gotta go check out those other two movies I want to see. I gotta.”)
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Part 2: Books
After Perfect - Maan Gabriel: 2 months ago, I pulled several titles off my Goodreads TBR that I thought I might like to try soon. And then...Hiddleston Spiral. Library is already down to 1 copy of this small-press 2021 release (they started with 3 or 4), and I’m genuinely afraid it’s gonna get weeded entirely very soon. But still, I think I’m too far off course now to be in the right mood for this particular romance, which is rare (age-appropriate student/creative writing professor, except the professor is the younger one), so I want to save it.
Harry Potter & The Order of the Phoenix (illustrated): I’ve decided not to reread this one yet, I’m just looking at the pictures, but even that I can’t commit to doing. I have been waiting more than a year for this release to get into my hands; I have to be ready to appreciate them. Block out an hour or so to observe/maybe reread select passages/jot notes on my faves.
The Hungry Place - Jessie Haas: a children’s pony book by an author I like that I really thought I would be more excited about/devour quickly, but instead I’m kind of blocked up about it. Like. There is some sadness here before the happy parts, IDK if I’m ready for it!
Just Gus - McCall Hoyle: speaking of children’s books, a cute one about a dog, companion novel to Stella. It really won’t take me more than 90 minutes to read. Why do I keep putting it off. [edit: go me, I actually started this one in the brief interim between queuing this post and its appearance]
The Essex Serpent - Sarah Perry: still haven’t even opened it, but I WILL whether I fully read it or not.
(Meanwhile: those 20+ books I just bought and was kinda planning to read at least some of soon...) (p.s. I actually have my latest sale post written up! I just wanted to take photos)
+ 5 books I’ve technically read but don’t wanna give back because I love them and love paging through them
+ 3 Taylor Swift CDs -- Reputation for Getaway Car (I don’t think I’m ready to explore further yet, but I have as yet been too lazy to rip it); and Folklore and Lover to play in the car, the former’ cause I don’t own it and the latter ‘cause IDK where I put my copy and am frankly too lazy to look. :P
#library triage#i really need to make sure I know where all these items are#long checkouts are a recipe for disasterrrr
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TO LOVE AND BE LOVED - Part One (Harry Styles)
a/n: oh my god i am sooo thankful for the love the masterlist got with just so little info about the story! it means so much to me and i really hope i won’t disappoint you with this story! i was planning to post the first part on tuesday but i got excited bc of all the feedback and reactions and decided to start earlier, so here it is, part one of TLABL, a story im kind of proud of and very happy to share! please drop by my ask box or leave your thoughts on the story, i would love to hear everything from you guys!
pairing: CEO!Dad!Harry X Reader
warning: mentions of death, cheating and divorce
word count: 11.2k
SERIES MASTERPOST
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“I hope you realize this holds nothing against you, we all love and appreciate you and your work, but we had to face some unexpected problems this past year.”
You sit in front of Claire, your boss completely dumbfounded, not even comprehending what she is saying completely. You came to work this morning absolutely oblivious that today is going to be your last day of work at the daycare you’ve been working at for over two years now.
“I’m sorry, but last time you let us in on the budget you didn’t bring up any complication that might have indicated someone could lose their job, so what possible problem could have come up so abruptly?” you ask with a shocked and nervous chuckle. Part of you kind of hopes this is just some stupid joke she is playing on you, but Claire is not one to make games out of such serious things. Letting out a tired sigh she pushes her reading glasses up to the top of her head into her carefully curled hair.
“Look, I’m really trying not to make a big deal out of it, but we had to make some cuts on the budget. The kitchen and gymnasium renovation was completely unplanned and it kicked us in the butt. We are making some changes about the groups this year and it was made that it can be solved with one less person on the team. I’m sorry it had to be you, but the decision had to be made.”
“But why me?” you press. “There are two people who have been working for a shorter period of time here, didn’t I earn your trust during my time here?”
“It’s not about that, Y/N,” Claire shakes her head.
“Then what is this about?”
“If you are so keen on knowing, we’ve… received a few… complaints.” Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, this is the first time you’re hearing about it.
“Complaints?”
“Yes. Some parents are not quite the fan of the kind of mentality you are using while teaching the kids.”
“What are you talking about?” you ask, feeling all the blood rushing out of your face. This is starting to get way too nasty. Claire pinches the bridge of her nose before leaning onto her desk, clasping her hands together.
“I know that you are quite the free spirit and want to teach the kids about openness and acceptance, but not everyone is as rainbow as you are. Some kids brought the word home about what kind of books you’ve been reading and we’ve gotten a few concerns about you basically promoting the LGBTQ community for the kids.”
“I’m not promoting, I’m trying to teach them to accept everyone just the way they are, how can that upset anyone?!”
“Well, it does. The committee had to make a decision on who we should let go and many agreed that it might be the safest decision to make it be… you.”
You’re about to faint. You are sure you are about to fall off this chair and just black out. How can someone get mad about you reading stories about acceptance and treating everyone equally? What kind of monster can see it as a bad thing? And now you are losing your job over such a stupid thing that you don’t even feel responsible for.
Though you’d love to stay and try to convince Claire to not let you go, you know the decision has been made and if you’re being honest, you don’t feel comfortable anymore working at a place where parents tell you off for teaching important values for their kids. Sadly, but you sign all paperwork about your immediate parting and you leave Claire’s office to pack your stuff.
“Miss Y/N! Miss Y/N!” Izzy, one of the sweetest girls in your group basically launches herself at you, smashing against your legs as she hugs you happily. “Do you want to see what I just painted?” She blinks up at you with her gorgeous green eyes and your heart breaks that you won’t get to see her again.
“Oh, Sweetie. I have to—you know what? Sure. Show me your painting,” you smile at her warmly. You can’t say no to her, not when this is the last time you get to see her.
As you’re cleaning out your locker in the break room, Heather walks in and stops in her tracks, seeing you with your gloomy face as you pack everything into a cardboard box.
“What the hell are you doing?” she questions right away. The two of you have known each other for years now, you did the same master’s programme and somehow ended up working here together, carrying on the friendship you’ve formed through your school years.
“I was… fired,” you sigh, wincing at the words.
“What?! Why?”
“Apparently, we are having some budget problems with all the renovations that was made recently and unbeknownst to me, some parents have been complaining about my openness with kids so I was the lucky one to part ways with.”
“That’s fucking bullshit! The kids adore you, how can someone complain about something like that?”
“Don’t know, ask them if you ever find out who they are,” you mumble under your breath as you shut the now empty locker closed. “I’m sorry we can’t carpool anymore,” you pout at her.
“No fucks given about that, what are you gonna do now?” she asks, seemingly very bummed at the news that you won’t be working at the same place now.
“I don’t know,” you shrug. “I guess I’ll have to find something new if I don’t want to end up on the streets,” you mumble.
“Oh girl, I’m so sorry,” Heather sighs pulling you into a hug. “Why don’t we go out for drinks on Friday? Everything is on me!”
“Don’t act like I’m already broke, makes me feel like a loser.”
“Sorry,” she scowls. “Just want to brighten you up a little. Meet me at seven at that Mexican place, how does that sound?”
“Stuffing my face with nachos and tequila? Sounds like the best plan I could wish for.”
You waste no time arriving home after your worst day at work. You jump right into the job ads, looking for basically anything that might help you out of this impossible situation. Sending your resume to as many places as possible, you get a few callbacks the next few days, but you only make it to one interview on Friday and that doesn’t go well either. The man who calls in for an open position at a private kindergarten turns out to be a total snob and he doesn’t find your free spirit too fitting with the profile of his institution so you get rejected at the end of the interview.
You head out to meet Heather feeling like shit. You’ve been unemployed for four days, but it’s already breaking your spirits.
“You know what? Clair is a bitch for giving in to the complaints,” Heather slams her fourth shot glass on the table with a grimace. “She should have defended you!”
“I’m sure she just didn’t want to get into any disagreement. Some of the parents donate great amounts to the school and Claire would never risk losing that money,” you sigh rolling your eyes.
“Okay, but she is being very… not inclusive,” she narrows her eyes. “Firing someone for teaching the kids openness? Bullshit.”
“I’m just sad I don’t get to see the kids anymore. They really grew close to my heart.”
“The little fuckers can be so damn cute, almost make me want to have one.” Heather sighs, downing another shot before pulling the nachos closer to her. You laugh at her vulgar reaction, she has always had quite a dirty mouth but somehow she controls herself well around the kids. “How has the job hunting been?”
“Horrible,” you growl in frustration. There are not many that offer a good paycheck and the few that does are these posh places that expect you to treat the kids like they are made out of gold which is ridiculous. That’s not how you raise a kid!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sure something will come up soon. Why don’t you look into nanny jobs, have you thought about that?”
“What do you mean?” you furrow your eyebrows, popping some chips into your mouth.
“A lot of people prefer having nannies for their little children, some even want them to move in. My brother’s ex-girlfriend was a live-in nanny for about two years and she earned a shit ton of money, because she didn’t have to pay rent and a good chunk of the food, because the parents just treated her like part of the family and bought groceries for five people instead of four.”
“I’m not sure I’m cut out for that kind of stuff.”
“What, earning money?” Heather scoffs.
“No, living with a stranger.”
“Most of the time the nanny gets like a separated place so it wouldn’t be that bad, but you know what’s good for you. It was just an idea,” she shrugs.
Soon enough you drop any work talk not wanting to ruin the mood. You enjoy some time away from the stress of job hunting and you’re just trying to have fun with your best friend. You start talking about nostalgic memories from college and end up looking up people you graduated with on social media, checking out what they’ve been up to in the past years.
“Alright, I’m gonna go to the restroom quickly, watch out for my drink,” you announce pushing your drink closer to Heather as you head towards the restrooms.
There’s a bit of a line so you stand behind two girls chatting about some cute guy they just met and leaning against the wall you close your eyes for a moment, feeling the drinks hitting you in the head. You’re not used to drinking, haven’t really had the time to get drunk too much lately and it’s saddening to think that now that you’re unemployed, you could black out every day, you wouldn’t have anywhere to show up in the morning.
Getting deep in your thoughts you almost don’t even notice that your phone is buzzing in your pocket. When you finally realize you pull it out of your back pocket and look down at the unknown number with a scowl. You quickly leave your spot in the line and rush out to hear something as you answer the call.
“Hello?”
“Hi, I hope I’m not calling at an inconvenient time, I’m Harry Styles and I’m looking to talk to Y/N Y/L/N?” you hear a thick British accent on the other end of the line.
“This is her.”
“Great. Sorry for the late call, I’m Isabelle’s father.”
“Isabelle?” you ask in confusion, the names not really clicking in your head thanks to the shots you’ve been taking.
“Isabelle Styles? Izzy?”
“Oh! Yes! Sorry, yeah. Mr. Styles, what can I help you with?” you ask, not sure why Izzy’s dad would be calling you.
“Well I just recently learned from my daughter that you’re not working at the daycare any longer?”
“Uh, yeah. Unfortunately I was fired this Monday…” you awkwardly answer.
“I’m sorry about that. Izzy has been really sad about it, I wanted to ask if you’ve found a new job already?”
“Not yet, I’ve been looking but I haven’t had much luck yet,” you confess.
“In that case I have an offer to make,” he firmly continues and you perk up at his words. “I’ve been thinking about pulling Izzy out of daycare, but I didn’t want to do it until I found someone to take good care of her. You’ve been her absolute favorite and she’s been devastated since you’ve been gone. If you’re up for a job of this kind, I would like to offer you a spot as Izzy’s nanny.”
“Oh!” is all you react, completely not expecting this call.
“I know there are a lot to discuss, but if you’re interested, I would be more than happy to have a chat with you sometime this weekend? To go over the details and see if we can make it work.”
“I, uh… Um, yeah. We can meet, that sounds good. When would it be good for you?”
“How about tomorrow afternoon?”
“That can work.”
“Amazing!” he beams. “I’ll send you the address through text if that’s alright for you.”
“Yeah, of course. When should I be there?”
“Would three o’clock suit you?”
“Absolutely,” you nod, stunned at the turn of events.
“Great, thank you so much, and once again, sorry to bother you on your Friday evening. Looking forward to see you tomorrow!”
“Thank you, Mr. Styles, see you soon!”
You get back in line at the bathroom and then make your way back to the table where Heather gives you a puzzled look.
“Did you take a massive shit or something?” she jokes as you take your seat and stare back at her, still in shock.
“No, I had a very interesting call, actually.”
“With who?”
“Um, Izzy Styles’ dad just called and offered me a job as her nanny.”
Heather almost chokes on her drink, coughing at the news. You hand her a napkin as she dries her chin off from her cocktail.
“Harry Styles wants you to be the nanny of his daughter?” she gasps.
“You know Izzy’s dad?”
“Y/N, everyone knows him! He is the sexiest man to walk this planet and not to mention that he is like stupidly rich! Have you not seen him yet?”
“Not really,” you shrug. “Izzy was picked up by an old woman most of the times, I guess I never worked when her dad came for her.”
“That explains why you’re not squirming already,” she scoffs. “That man is like… crazy hot, I’m telling you. I bumped into him one morning when I guess he was dropping Izzy off, the way he said ‘Pardon me, Darling’ made my knees shake,” she tells you, faking an accent that’s nowhere near what Mr. Styles sounded like on the phone.
“Well, I guess I’ll see him for myself. I’m meeting him tomorrow to discuss details,” you shrug and Heather slams her hand on the table.
“Oh my God! You’re gonna work for Harry Fucking Styles! Get ready because your panties will be soaking wet all the time,” she laughs like a hyena.
“Heather, stop!” you shake your head laughing too.
Following Mr. Styles’ call you decide to cut the night shorter than you intended, not wanting to look absolutely wasted when you meet him. Arriving home to your small, one bedroom apartment you take a quick shower before climbing to bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to collect your thoughts. You told Heather you’re not willing to do the whole live-in nanny thing and Mr. Styles might not even want you to live with them, but now that the option is there, you realize it might not be the worst case scenario. Especially since you’re not really swimming in other job offers and you are in desperate need of anything at this point.
Despite having consumed quite some alcohol the previous night, you wake up at a reasonable hour in the morning, finding a text from Mr. Styles about the address you’d have to be going in the afternoon. You make a quick trip to the grocery store and do some chores before you start getting ready for the meeting. You opt for a simple black dress that reaches your knees and pair it with a little funkier, flower printed blazer to bring some color into the outfit.
Punching the address into the GPS you see that it’s taking you to the outer skirt of the city to the neighborhood that’s known to have some quite luxurious estates and you immediately think back to what Heather said about him being ridiculously rich. Driving down the streets in your old Volkswagen you couldn’t stand out more at a place where at least three cars park on the driveways and one of them is a Ferrari or a Porsche.
There’s a massive security gate under the address that’s your destination and it’s left open so you can pull up to the driveway easily. You park next to a fucking Tesla, finding it extremely funny to see your car next to it, but it is what it is. Walking up to the front door you ring the bell as you take a look at the house that can easily considered to be a mansion. Guessing from the outside there are at least about five bedrooms in it and you can only imagine what other luxurious units are squeezed into it.
Soon enough the front door opens and you find yourself staring back at a breathtakingly gorgeous man, wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and black suit pants, his chocolate curls falling to his forehead as his emerald eyes fall on you, a warm smile tugging on his lips.
Shit. Heather was fucking right, you think to yourself swallowing hard.
“Miss Y/L/N, it’s so nice to see you. I’m Harry, Izzy’s dad, come on in!” he invites you inside before a short handshake.
“Nice to meet you too, Mr. Styles.”
“Please, just call me Harry. I don’t like formalities at home,” he asks you as the two of you walk further inside until you arrive to what looks like a living room, but it’s actually the size of your apartment.
“Only if you call me Y/N,” you smile at him and he nods right away.
“Miss Y/N!” you hear a small voice call out and turning around you see Izzy running down the hallway until she throws herself against your legs.
“Oh, hello Sunshine!” you hum, squatting down so you can hug her.
“I missed you!” she pouts, rubbing her eyes.
“I missed you too,” you smile at her, caressing her soft cheeks before standing up. An older lady walks in, the one you’ve seen picking up Izzy. She approaches you with a friendly smile as she extends a hand towards you.
“Hi, I’m Ruth, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Y/N, nice to meet you too.”
“Ruth, would you take Izzy outside while I talk to Miss—erm, Y/N here?” Harry requests. Ruth nods and taking Izzy’s hand she lures her outside to look for ladybugs in the backyard and that immediately catches her attention. The two of them leave through the sliding door, giving you and Harry privacy.
“Please, have a seat,” he gestures towards the sectional couch. “Would you like something to drink?”
“I’m good, thank you,” you smile at him as he sits in an armchair across you.
The interior of the house is quite cozy, kind of modern with a hint of vintage touches that make it less rigid, a pop of color showing at most corners so it’s not too monochrome. You quite like it.
“Y/N, I once again apologize for calling you at such an inappropriate hour, but I often work late and I wanted to get in touch with you as soon as possible upon hearing the news.”
“Don’t worry about it, I understand.”
“Isabelle mentioned it to me on Thursday that the other workers told her you no longer work at the daycare so I asked around a little yesterday and was informed that they let you go earlier in the week.”
“It was quite sudden for me as well,” you chuckle lightly, feeling a little anxious to talk about it.
“I know it’s not too appropriate, but I asked why they chose you to part ways with and I have to say it’s outraging that some parents are so ignorant and wayward. I’m really sorry this had to be the reason out of everything.”
“Thank you.” It actually feels nice that he thinks the same, this whole firing was ridiculous and you were losing hope in humanity, but Harry is now very much restoring it.
“Let me walk you through what the situation is here and what I was thinking about.” You nod and listen carefully. “I’m president of a record label and it consumes most of my time, I sometimes work sixty hours a week which I know is not ideal and healthy and I’m trying to change it, but it’s not an easy situation. I thought that putting Izzy into daycare was a good idea, but it’s been getting harder to work around her schedule as a single parent with so much work on my hands. Ruth is a family friend who has been helping tremendously with Izzy, but she is not getting any younger and she would like to retire fully and spend more time with her own grandkids. So I’ve been thinking about hiring a nanny for Izzy and try to make her days work around mine while I’m able to do that. She is going to start preschool in little over a year and I want to spend as much time with her as possible, but it’s not easy when the schedule depends on an institution. When she told me about your firing I had the thought that you might be interested in taking the spot as her nanny. She is obsessed with you, wouldn’t stop talking about what you do every day, and I might have also looked into your professional background. I like what I’ve seen and I’m very much into the way you’ve been dealing with the kids at the daycare. Openness is really important and I want Izzy to grow up in an environment that teaches her about being equal and supportive towards each other. I would be more than happy if you’d be the one taking care of Izzy while I’m not available.”
To say the east you’re stunned at how forward and open he was about the offer and his compliment about your professional background is quite flattering. You can tell he is doing an amazing job at raising Izzy as an open and accepting human, she was always one of the nicest and sweetest kids who always made sure to include all her peers in the games you played. And it’s obvious Harry is not just being a hypocrite, his tattooed arm, painted nails and ring clad fingers are not quite what you’d traditionally imagine a man like him wear, but he does it well and clearly doesn’t give a fuck what others might think about it.
Harry continues with how much he thought you’d be earning for the job and you almost choke on your own saliva. It’s almost three times as much as you’ve been earning at the daycare and you’d be able to save a good chunk every month which is quite amazing.
“I have to ask, were you thinking about a situation where I live with you or I’d have to be coming here every day?”
“Well, essentially it would be the easiest for everyone if you moved in. I have plenty of rooms you could choose from and you’d have access to everything else as well, of course, including the home gym, the pool, the sauna and the entertainment room. But I understand if you are not willing to make that commitment. If you choose to live here you wouldn’t be charged anything, naturally.”
This actually sounds like a dream, moving into this luxury mansion from your cramped little apartment and being able to save the money you’ve been paying on rent.
“And what would be the time management? If I moved in it would easily make me fall into a habit of always working, which is not quite ideal,” you point it out.
“Of course,” he nods. “I like to take care of her morning routine so you’d have to start around nine when I leave to the office. If we can make this deal working I’d like her to start taking some extra classes during the day, moving her activities earlier in the day so her afternoons would be free. She takes piano lessons on Mondays and Wednesdays, a swimming instructor comes here on Thursdays and she is taking French lessons every Tuesday and Friday. Everything takes place here, I would reschedule her activities to take place between nine and twelve. You wouldn’t have to worry about her during those times. You’d cover lunch time and then the afternoons. I try to get home between four and six and just work from home if it’s possible so I can be around her. You’d have to only help out whenever I can’t make it home in time I have urgent works that have to be done from home. We could have dinner time together and then her night time routine is my duty again. Ruth is willing to help me out on Saturdays and I spend Sundays with her strictly without any work distraction so you’d have the weekends off unless something comes up. In those cases I would check in with you beforehand and arrange it however it works best for you.”
You’re speechless for a moment. What he just shared doesn’t seem too bad, you might have to work a lot more, but being one on one with just one kid is much easier than dealing with fifteen of them at once. Not to mention that the money is still amazing compared to what you’d have to be doing.
“I’m gonna be honest with you, it’s an amazing offer. Izzy is such a sweet girl, I would be more than happy to take care of her.”
Harry smiles at you warmly, clearly proud of his daughter, as he should be.
“Can I ask for some time to think about it? It would be a huge commitment.”
“Of course. Take your time and let me know whatever your decision is.”
“Thank you.”
Harry offers a quick tour in the house regardless, the kitchen is massive, they have a nice dining area with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out to the green slopes of the backyard that seems to be Izzy’s kingdom. She has a playhouse that could almost function as a real one, the pool is filled with floaties for her and she has her own playground further in the back with slides, monkey bars and a swing set. Your assumptions were almost right about the number of bedrooms. Beside Harry’s master and Izzy’s own room there’s one that’s been used by Ruth, one that’s for Harry’s mother and sister for whenever they are staying over and there are three additional rooms now serving as guest bedrooms, one of those would be turned into your room if you chose to move in. The gym seems better than the one you’ve been going whenever you felt like being a little active, the entertainment room has everything you could ever think about for a room this sort of and the sauna is already calling your name. Living and working here might actually feel like a vacation.
“Miss Y/N! Look what I found!” Izzy runs up to you when you and Harry step out to the backyard, holding her pointing finger up. A ladybug is wandering around her tiny finger, not even bothering with the amazed girl that’s inspecting it.
“Wow! How many dots do you see on it?” you ask and she knits her eyebrows together, counting the black dots.
“Five!”
“Yes, good job!” you ruffle her curls as she smiles up at you proudly. She really is an angel, you’ve grown to like her a lot and you would be lying if you said you didn’t get emotional over thinking about never seeing her again. Being able to take care of her and give her the best possible childhood would be such a dream and the chance to do that is right in front of you.
“I’ll be waiting for your call, Y/N,” Harry smiles at you walking you towards the front door.
“Harry, I don’t think you need to do that,” you speak up and see his face fall, he obviously took it the wrong way, thinking that you want to say no to his offer.
“Oh…”
“It’s not that,” you chuckle softly. “I would love to take the job. And if you’re still okay with that, I’d like to move in, it would make everything just so much easier.”
You watch as his expression changes from disappointed to hopeful as he cracks a smile nodding.
“Yeah, the offer is still there. When do you think you can start?”
“How soon do you want to pull Izzy out of daycare?”
“As soon as possible. If I have to I can go in on Monday and do all the paperwork. You could move in sometime during the week maybe?”
“I have to talk to my landlord about my lease, but I’m fine with moving in during the week,” you nod smiling and you can’t help but feel excited.
“That would be wonderful. Thank you so much. I’m looking forward to working with you.”
You discuss a few more details and then you head out, thinking about how the next time you’ll be coming here, you’ll be moving in.
“If this one doesn’t go to the donate box, I’m leaving right now.”
Heather holds up a pair of denim shorts, painted in the colors of the flag of the States. She holds it pinched between her index finger and thumb as if it was something nasty and disgusting
“You know I only bought that for that stupid frat party. I never wore that anywhere else, so you can put it into the donate box.”
“Thank God!” she groans and throws the shorts into said box.
It’s Sunday evening and your place looks like a warzone, boxes taking up the place everywhere as you’re packing your life up to officially move into the Styles mansion. You agreed with Harry to bring over a good chunk of your stuff on Monday and then settle in for real on Tuesday. He is pulling Izzy out of daycare first thing on Monday and you’d stay at home with her for the first time on Wednesday. It’s been a fast paced change, but you couldn’t care less. With the amount Harry is gonna pay you, you’ll be able to save up a good chunk every month, like you always wanted to.
As you finish putting your books away you reach the shelves that contain all your photo albums. Photography has been your passion for a long time. It started as a simple hobby sometime through your freshman year in high school, but in senior year, your photos filled the yearbook and you even did the design of it too. You’ve had a few gigs since then, some weddings and pregnancy shoots and you like to sell your photos individually as well. You wouldn’t have imagined how much a simple nature photo costs.
Flipping through the one on the top, you can’t help the bitter smile on your face as you see the photos from your brother’s 14th birthday three years ago. There are tons of family pictures with you, your brother Trevor and your parents, seemingly being all happy and joyful. Things were different back then and you didn’t see anything coming.
It’s past midnight by the time you more or less finish packing, you’ve filled three big boxes with things to donate so you have significantly less stuff to move to the Styles mansion in the morning. Heather spends the night, but leaves early in the morning since she needs to go to work. The moving van you rented out arrives a little after eleven and the two guys from the moving company helps you load it with about two thirds of your stuff. Harry is at work when you arrive and Izzy is still at the daycare, Ruth is the only one at home, she helps you out even though you tell her not to break a sweat over it.
“Let me help, makes me feel needed,” she chuckles sweetly when you try to get her to stop, but she insists on bringing in some smaller bags and boxes.
You’re still unpacking when Ruth arrives back with Izzy a little after four. You hear her little feet tapping against the floor as she runs down the hallway, bursting into your future room.
“Miss Y/N! You’re here!” she cheers, throwing herself into your arms as you sit on the floor, being the perfect level for the little girl.
“I am! How was your day, little Sunshine?”
“We finger painted and I made a painting for daddy, do you want to see it?”
“Of course!”
Izzy disappears to get her backpack from Ruth who is making her some snacks in the kitchen. She soon returns with her painting, presenting it to you proudly.
“Look! This is me and this is daddy!” she points at the two human-like figures, the only thing giving away who is who is that one of them is bigger than the other one. “And then this is mommy!” she then adds, pointing at a star in the upper corner of the painting and you freeze.
In the midst of everything, you didn’t even have the time to question why Harry is a single parent. To be honest your first guess would have been divorce, but Izzy’s painting is telling you something a lot more tragic.
“It’s beautiful,” you smile at her, trying to hide your surprise at the new information. “I’m sure he’ll love it.”
Ruth makes sure Izzy is busy while you finish up unpacking and when you’re about to be done, Harry arrives home. Approaching your room even though the door is open he knocks on the doorframe, catching your attention.
“Hello, just wanted to see how things are going. Do you need help with anything? I’m sorry I couldn’t be here to help with the boxes and all…”
“Hi! Oh don’t worry about that, I had plenty of help,” you shrug smiling. “Everything is going fine, thank you.”
“Great. I did all the paperwork today, tomorrow is going to be Izzy’s last day at daycare. You’re still up to start on Wednesday, right?”
“Yeah, of course. I only have a few things left at home so I’ll be all set by tomorrow.”
“Thank you so much,” he smiles warmly. “And thank you for being so quick about everything. It means a lot to me that I can spend more time with Izzy thanks to you. I really appreciate it.”
“I should be thanking you the opportunity. I wasn’t really drowning in the job offers,” you chuckle making him smile as well. “Please let me know if you want me to change anything, I have a plan I would like to go around with Izzy’s days, but of course, your word is the most important.”
“I trust you to take good care of her during the day. The only thing I want is to have her home when I get home. Ruth couldn’t always pick her up before and I really hated to do the extra trip and pick her up from daycare instead of coming straight home to be with her.”
“Understandable. I’ll make sure to plan accordingly,” you nod smiling.
“Y/N, I want you to feel home as much as possible. This is your place just as much as it is ours now. Izzy and I go grocery shopping every Sunday, it’s kind of a father-daughter thing we do every week. We keep a list on the fridge, feel free to add whatever you need and we’ll get it.”
You can’t help the smile that stretches across your lips, because this is such a sweet thing to do, when Harry could easily afford someone to do the work for him. Yet he still uses this time to be with his daughter.
“Yeah, sure, thank you!”
“I’ll get out of your hair now. Would you like to stay for dinner?”
“Oh, no, but thank you. I still have some things to take care of before tomorrow.”
“Alright,” he nods before walking out. He leaves you thinking hard about him. You wonder what really happened to Izzy’s mom and if he is dating someone right now. A man like him is basically a dream to any woman, you doubt he is having a hard time finding a partner, but you haven’t seen any sign of another woman around the house. Guess you’ll have to wait and figure it out yourself.
The apartment is awfully empty on your last night here. When you moved in about a year ago you didn’t think you’d be moving into a mansion from here. You spend the evening cleaning out a bit so you leave the place in good condition. Your landlord was terribly nice about your early leave, you could easily agree that you’d pay for the two more weeks that’s left from the month and that would be all, no extra costs for moving out before your lease was up.
You’re cleaning off the kitchen counter when your phone starts ringing, it’s a video call from your brother.
“Hey there! What’s up?” you ask, propping up the phone on top of the microwave while you move around, doing your thing. Trevor seems to be lying in bed, a black hoodie covering his upper body.
“Hello, just wanted to see how the moving has gone today.”
Despite the ten year age gap between you and Trevor, your relationship couldn’t be better. Probably because you were old enough to see what a blessing a sibling really is when he was born.
“Everything went smoothly. I only have a few stuff to bring over, that can fit into my car tomorrow, so it’s fine.”
“Cool. How is the dude? What was his name again?”
“Harry. Harry Styles.” You see him pull his laptop to his lap and probably searches up Harry’s name before his eyes widen at the screen.
“This dude is big! He is the president of HES Records, they run some of the most popular singers these days.”
“Yeah? I was sure he is a big name judging from his mansion,” you chuckle.
“Have you looked him up yet?”
“Not really.”
“Want me to read what’s here about him?”
“Sure,” you hum, continuing to clean while you listen to Trevor.
“Alright. Apparently he is thirty-one, took over the record company when he was just twenty-five because his father wanted to retire early. The number of talents working under the label has doubled since he has taken over and many of his clients have won Grammy Awards. Impressive,” he hums, scrolling down on whatever site he has just found. “He is known to be a private person, the last time he made an appearance… Oh shit…” Trevor breathes out and you turn to your phone with furrowed eyebrows.
“What?”
“Wow, this shit is heavy. It says the last time he made a public appearance was in 2017, not long before his wife was killed in a car accident.”
You freeze, feeling your stomach drop to the floor, immediately thinking back at Izzy’s painting of her family. It very much makes sense why she said the star was her mother, it must be the way Harry explained to her what happened to her mother.
“It happened in 2018, she wasn’t in the fault, a drunk driver ignored the red light and ran into her car at a crossroad. This is terrible, oh God.”
“Poor Izzy, she probably doesn’t even know what really happened.”
“Must have been hard on him, there’s not much about him since then.”
“Can’t blame him for not wanting to be in the spotlight after losing his wife.”
“Yeah.”
Trevor shows you a few pictures of him from years ago, he has always been handsome, but your favorites are the few from the times when he had long hair. He looked so different, like a whole other person, but still, he rocked it perfectly.
Then you show Trevor around in the empty apartment before loving to the couch, turning all your attention to him.
“How have things been?” you ask with a sigh. Trevor purses his lips and shrugs.
“Other than the constant screaming matches on the phone and endless fights every time dad comes over for more of his stuff? Everything is rainbows and butterflies.”
“Is it really that bad?” you scowl.
“It’s like they never run out of stuff to throw at each other, but I feel like this much couldn’t happen even in their twenty-eight years together,” he scoffs making you chuckle.
“I’m sorry you’re stuck in the middle of all that.”
“It’s like payback,” he hums and you give him a puzzled look. “You had it bad growing up for being the surprise baby, making them teen parents. Then I came at a reasonable time, they already knew the drill, but now that you’re out of the house I’m getting all the shit, having to deal with their divorce.”
“I’m really sorry, Trev,” you sigh, feeling guilty that he is all alone at home.
“It’s fine, I don’t blame you,” he shrugs. “But you could make it better if you asked your millionaire boss if I could hang out at his house sometimes.” He grins at you slyly and you roll your eyes. Of course he is already thinking about using you for his own good!
“I don’t want to push the boundaries just yet, but I’ll see what I can do.”
You talk a little more about school and what he’s been up to with his friends before ending the call. You take a shower and go to bed right away, feeling extremely worn out from all the packing you’ve done through the day.
The next day you pack the remainder of your stuff into your car and then your landlord comes over to do a checkup, though he fully trusts you took good care of the place.
“Again, thank you for your understanding, I didn’t plan to leave so early, but it just kinda came up,” you tell him, handing him over your keys.
“Don’t worry about it. I hope your new place will treat you right,” he smiles kindly at you.
You chat a little longer before you leave and head over to your new home. Once again, Ruth is the only one home and being the angel that she is, she helps you to carry your stuff up from the car before leaving to get Izzy from daycare. Since there’s not much left to unpack you finish quite fast, leaving you some extra time alone in the house. Walking around you try to learn your way around, still finding it a bit of a maze. You find Harry’s home office’s door open and after a bit of hesitation you step inside, just taking a look around. Yeah, it’s kind of a nosy thing to do, but you couldn’t help yourself.
His space is quite clear, he keeps his stuff neatly organized. Certificates and plaques are hung up on the wall, showing off his many successes in the business. There’s a huge bookcase near his desk and there you see some family photos… ones that include his late wife as well.
She was beautiful. There’s a picture of the three of them in the hospital from the day Izzy was born, Harry has an arm around his wife’s shoulders who is holding baby Izzy, both of them radiating happiness as they just become parents. Your heart breaks when you see the photo next to it, it’s just Harry and her in Paris, the Eiffel tower standing tall behind them as they are grinning widely at each other, foreheads touching. Harry has his arms wrapped around her slim figure while she is hugging his neck. They look so happy and in love, like they were always meant to be with each other. Knowing what tragedy hit them is just hard to process even for you, who never even met the woman.
You hear the front door open and Izzy is laughing at something, so you rush out before anyone could catch you snooping around.
“Hi Miss Y/N!” she chirps upon seeing you when you meet them in the living room.
“Izzy, you don’t have to call me Miss Y/N, Y/N is perfectly fine,” you smile at her, caressing her rosy cheeks.
“Okay. Ruth, can I please have some ice-cream?”
“I’m afraid we ran out of ice-cream, but I’ll put it on your grocery list,” Ruth tells her, a pout tugging on Izzy’s lips.
“How about this: I’m gonna make a delicious smoothie, that’s almost like melted ice-cream, would you like some?” you offer and her eyes brighten up immediately, nodding right away.
While Ruth puts away Izzy’s things they brought home from daycare, while the two of you move to the kitchen to make the smoothie together. You find some frozen berries in the freezer and pair them with bananas, putting them all into the blender with oatmilk, blending it all together.
“How is it?” you ask Izzy, who is sitting on top of the counter, tasting the pink smoothie that leaves a cute little mustache above her cherry lips.
“I like it!” she smiles, scrunching her nose.
“We can make it some other time then,” you smile, drinking up your portion.
Izzy is dancing around the kitchen, babbling about her last day at daycare while you clean the glasses and the blender when Harry arrives. He is wearing a baby blue suit with a crispy dress shirt underneath, looking fashionable but still business appropriate at the same time.
“Daddy!” Izzy launches towards her daddy, who catches her, throwing her into the air before holding her in his arms, joining you in the kitchen.
“Hey baby. How was your day?”
“Good, all my friends hugged me but I told them we would meet in the park.”
“That’s right, and I have the number of all your friends’ parents, we can have playdates with them whenever you want to,” he smiles before his eyes meet yours. “Hi Y/N, everything went well with the rest of your moving?”
“Yeah, I’m all set,” you smile back at him.
“That’s great. I have a few calls to make, but I’ll be done in thirty probably. Would you mind looking out for Izzy in the meanwhile?”
“Of course. She promised me to take me around her room, so we could do that, what do you say?” you ask the little girl who nods in excitement.
Harry disappears in his office and Izzy pulls you to her room, showing you just about every toy she owns. Her room is a typical girl’s room, the walls are painted a light pink color, her bedframe resembles a castle and she has a dollhouse as big as your previous bathroom. Harry clearly spoils her rotten, but what you noticed is that she is not one of those annoying bratty only children who can’t take no. She was clearly taught how to behave and always listen to the adults.
While Izzy is putting her stuffed animals away after introducing you to all of them, you spot a photo frame near her bed, decorated with macaroni. You remember when you all did that together at daycare and now you get to see the photo that ended up behind the glass.
It’s a photo of Izzy and her mother, she was just a baby and doing quick math in your head you realize it must have been not long before her accident, might even be the last picture taken of the two of them. Her mom is smiling at the camera while Izzy is sleeping in her arms peacefully. Izzy looked a lot like her when she was a baby, the bridge of her nose and her lips resembled her mother’s, though now she appears to take more after her dad with her chocolate curls and piercing green eyes.
“That’s my mommy,” she tells you when she sees you looking at the photo.
“It’s a nice picture,” you smile at her, trying your best to hide how heartbroken you feel even just looking at the photo.
“Daddy said she had to go up to the sky, but she is watching me from there,” she explains, clearly not entirely sure what it means, but you can tell she misses her. “Daddy said she is living between the stars now and that she loves me very much.” You need to fight your tears back at her words.
“I’m sure of that too,” you breathe out smiling at her.
“Izzy, do you want to help me make dinner?” Harry walks in smiling, though it disappears for a moment when he sees the two of you looking at the photo of his wife, but he is quick to control himself.
“Yes! What are we making?” she runs over to him, jumping up and down.
“Uh, chicken and veggies.”
You step away from the photo, pretending like nothing just happened. You’re dying to discuss it with Harry, hear him talk about it, but you won’t push him. If he wants to share it, he’ll come to you.
“Alright, come on then,” he smiles down at her. “Thank you for watching her, I’ll take over from here. Food will be ready in about an hour, Ruth is staying with us as well,” he informs you.
“Great, I’ll… I’ll be in my room,” you nod.
The first two weeks on the job brush past smoothly. It takes you some time to get used to your new home, but taking care of Izzy doesn’t feel like work, so you’re feeling amazing in your new job. You easily fall into a schedule with her.
The mornings are always Harry’s duty. He wakes her up around seven-thirty, makes her breakfast and dresses her for the day before he leaves around nine. Thanks to this habit of his, you’re able to sleep in until eight, leaving you plenty of time to get ready for your day with Izzy before Harry has to leave. Depending on the weather, the two of you then either take over the back yard or move to her room for some play time before her class of the day starts in the noon. Piano with Rosaline on Mondays and Wednesdays, French lesson with Lyon on Tuesdays and Fridays and then Izzy’s favorite on Thursdays, swimming class with Kitty.
Izzy loves to help in the kitchen so you usually make lunch together. Once her tummy is full she takes a nap before you sit down to learn something new every day. You’ve been teaching her the numbers and the alphabet, or some days you just talk about anything that interests her and learn at least two things she hasn’t know yet, all through games so she doesn’t even realize what you’re doing. You’re usually done by around three, leaving you time to take a visit to the park, if Harry is not planning to take her himself later that day.
You’re strictly home by four, unless it’s Tuesday when she has her dance class until five. Those days you drive her to her class, run some quick errands and pick her up. Harry usually uses his extra time in the office on these days, but he is always home by six to have dinner together with his daughter.
Once Harry is home you’re off duty, though you like to stay close, not just in case something comes up for Harry, but because you genuinely like spending time with Izzy and Harry, seeing them interacting.
Harry sometimes has to work on Saturdays as well, but just as he promised Ruth is always here to take over duty on those days, leaving you free for the whole weekend. It’s been working perfectly for you and those very few concerns you had about moving in dissolve quite fast as soon as you start working.
Though it’s been pretty clear to you before, you now one hundred percent sure that Harry is living for his daughter. She is always a priority, he doesn’t hesitate to decline any work calls he gets in the evenings if Izzy needs him, if she is a little fussy and wants her daddy’s attention or when they are in the middle of a game. He is clearly trying to keep a balance between his work and role as a father and from what you’ve seen, it seems like he is doing an amazing job in that. However you haven’t learned much else about him. He is all friendly towards you, but makes sure to keep it business casual, not quite keen on getting to know each other better as just friends, maybe.
A Friday afternoon you’re having a little tea party in the backyard with Izzy when Harry arrives home, but this time, he is not alone. Through the sliding door you spot him with a blonde guy who is talking very articulately as Harry is typing on his phone. The man looks about Harry’s age, but you can’t tell if he is a friend or a business partner, but if Harry brought him home, he is more likely to be a friend of his.
“Uncle Niall!” Izzy gasps when he spots the man through the glass and abandoning the tea party, she starts running towards the door. The man spots her and slides the door open grinning widely before she jumps into his arms.
“Little bugger! How are ya?” the man laughs, holding Izzy in a tight hug before leaning back to take a good look at her. You notice his thick Irish accent and it suits his appearance quite well. You head inside as well, in case Harry needs Izzy busy for a little longer, though he doesn’t mind having her around, kissing the top of her head before finishing up whatever he was doing on his phone, watching Niall and Izzy smiling.
“I’m having a tea party with Y/N, wanna join?” Izzy invites the man, who then looks at you for the first time, smiling widely.
“Hi, I’m Y/N, Izzy’s new nanny,” you introduce yourself, holding out a hand that he shakes, keeping Izzy in his other arm without a problem.
“Nice to meet ya, I’m Niall.”
“Y/N, Niall is an old friend of mine. He is joining us for dinner, hope you don’t mind,” Harry informs you and you find it funny how he is kind of asking for your approval when it’s his house.
“Not at all.”
“Harry has told me he hired a pair of new hands to help, but he didn’t mention it’s a stunning young woman!” Niall beams, making you blush right away.
“Ni, I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to pick up my daughter’s new nanny,” Harry warns him lightly, though there’s some firmness in his tone, not that it scares Niall in any way, he even winks at you.
“Oh come on, you can’t expect me not to flirt when you surround yourself with so many pretty women! First Ruth and now Y/N!”
You smile at him, something is telling you he wasn’t joking and he tried to flirt with Ruth as well. Harry just rolls his eyes at his friend, taking Izzy from him.
“Keep it in your pants, Niall,” Harry tells him and though it’s nothing vulgar, it catches Izzy’s attention.
“What should he keep in his pants?” she questions, making your and Harry’s eyes grow big right away. Luckily, Niall keeps his cool and takes care of the situation.
“My attitude, Sweetie. Your daddy is just jealous because I’m more handsome than he is,” he smirks at the little girl, successfully avoiding an awkward conversation about what it is that Niall should keep in his pants.
You smile at his reply, even though you are not that sure about the comparison he just made between himself and Harry.
“Izzy, do you want to continue the tea party?” you ask her and even though just a minute ago she was inviting Niall to join her, now she shakes her head no. “Alright, I’ll pack it up then.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. We’ll do it, right Izzy? She brought it all out, she is going to be the one packing it up,” Harry reminds her and she nods.
The two of them move outside to put her little tea set back into the basket she keeps it in, leaving you and Niall alone.
“So Y/N, how did you end up here?”
“I was working at Izzy’s daycare, but they sent me away not long ago. Then Harry contacted me and offered the job which was a lifesaver, truly.”
“That’s great! Well, not that you got fired, but that you ended up here. I know it means a lot for Harry that he can spend more time with Izzy, you’re making everything a lot easier for him.” Niall walks over into the kitchen and grabs a water for himself as he leans against the counter. “I can see that he is a lot more relaxed now already.”
“Really?” you ask, surprised.
“Yeah. I know he always used to stress about picking Izzy up, or forgetting something the daycare asked for. Now he can make it all work just how he wants to, that fits him a lot more. It hasn’t been easy on him since Maggie’s death.”
This is the first time you hear anyone talk about Harry’s wife and now you just learned her name. Maggie.
“Being a single parents is never easy,” you add with a soft smile, not wanting to interrogate Niall about Maggie. It’s Harry’s place to tell you about her, if he wants to, of course.
Soon enough Izzy and Harry take over the kitchen, Niall helping them this time and you leave them alone, taking some time for yourself in your room. Later you go out to check if there’s anything you could help with, Harry asks you to set the table as he finishes up the cooking.
“So, Y/N. Tell me a little bit about yourself!” Niall asks you over dinner.
“Um, what do you want to know?” you ask, feeling a little flustered to be in the spotlight.
“I don’t know, family, friends, hobbies?”
“Well, I have a younger brother, Trevor. He is seventeen and already taller than me.”
“Oh, that seems like a big age gap.”
“Ten years, to be exact,” you nod. “He was planned, I wasn’t,” you add with a soft chuckle. “But we have a great relationship, so it’s all good. We talk almost every day.”
“I’m sure you’ll get well along with Gemma then!” Niall beams, glancing at Harry.
“Gemma is my sister,” Harry explains. “Though she is not that much older than me.”
“But you can bond over being stuck with a younger brother who outgrew you,” Niall jokes making all three of you laugh.
All through dinner you realize how different Niall is from Harry, but in a good way. While Harry is more quiet and calm, Niall is kind of all over the place, buzzing and chatting every chance he got, but the two of them make a great pair, bringing what the other doesn’t have to the table.
After dinner you attempt to leave them again, but Niall makes you stay as they open a glass of wine. Harry puts on a movie for Izzy to keep her busy, giving the three of you a chance to sit out at the terrace from where you still can keep an eye on the little girl inside.
“Alright, Y/N. When are we going on our first date then?” Niall asks out of the blue, a cocky smile tugging on his lips.
“Niall, for fuck’s sake,” Harry breathes out as you let out an awkward chuckle.
“What? I think there’s some electricity going on between us.”
“I, uhh—I don’t…”
“Please don’t turn me down!” he sighs dramatically, making you smile.
“You’ve been great company, but I’m not sure we should go out,” you tell him. He huffs in disappointment, but it’s clear he didn’t take it to his heart.
“Is it because you’re taken? I didn’t even ask, are you dating anyone? You can’t be engaged, because I don’t see any rings,” he points out, nodding towards your naked fingers, however his words make you suck on your breath.
“I’m not engaged. Not anymore,” you admit and you watch their eyes go wide at the information.
“Wait, you’ve been engaged before?” Harry asks, clearly surprised, if not shocked.
“Yeah. For about four months,” you nod, running your tongue over your lips as you reach for your wine, taking a few large gulps.
“And what did the fucker do?” Niall bluntly questions, earning a look from Harry. “What? I’m just curious what twat it takes to lose a woman like her!”
“Maybe she doesn’t want to talk about that,” Harry presses, but you shrug.
“It’s not a secret. We dated for about two years before he proposed. I said yes, started planning the wedding and everything, then found out that he had been cheating on me with his assistant for about a year. We broke up, simple as that. It’s in the past, happened a year ago.”
“That’s some next level asshole bullshit,” Niall shakes his head while Harry is just staring at you with an unreadable look before he turns his attention at his glass, still clearly deep in his thoughts and you wonder what he thinks of you now. Here is the loser who not only got cheated on, but lost her job, all of that just in one year.
Harry doesn’t react, and a moment later Izzy comes out because she is thirsty, so daddy duties call him away. Niall stays a little, but heads home soon as well.
“It was nice meeting you, Y/N. The date still stands though,” he smirks when he pulls back from the short hug he enveloped you in.
“Alright,” you chuckle, slowly getting used to his flirty act.
You was the wine glasses and head back to your room while Harry walks Niall out and then takes Izzy upstairs to give her a bath. You don’t cross paths until later when you leave your room, already in your pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt to grab some water for yourself and he walks out of Izzy’s room just then, probably done with putting her to sleep.
“I’m sorry if Niall made you uncomfortable, he didn’t mean to be rude or anything,” he apologizes as the two of you walk together.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” you chuckle softly. “It was kind of a boost to my ego, if I’m being honest.”
Harry huffs with a smile and stops at the kitchen island, his fingers tapping on his lips as you grab yourself a bottled water.
“I’m… I’m sorry about… about what you told us earlier.”
Closing the fridge you look at him, seeing that he is kind of hesitant, like he is not sure he should have spoken up, but you appreciate the thought.
“It’s alright. Just water under the bridge,” you shrug.
“I just feel bad you had to go through that.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” you chuckle softly. “It sucked, yeah. I really thought I would live happily ever after with Keith, but instead I got a lesson.”
“A lesson?”
“When we broke up I was obviously on the floor, both literal and theoretical way. I thought it was my fault, that I did something wrong and that’s why he did what he did. I even thought that I’m not worthy of being loved and being in love again. Took me time to realize that no matter what happened, I still deserve to be happy and to find someone to love and who can love me back.”
It appears that your words touch him deep, staring back at you, he just nods shortly, not replying to anything you just said. You’re not sure he is so silent because he doesn’t really understand what you just talked about or if it hit too close to home. Whatever it is, he keeps it to himself.
“Good night, Harry,” you smile at him before walking out of the kitchen and up into your room.
You’re lying in bed already when you hear him open his room’s door and then close it and suddenly he is all you can think about. The way his eyes sometimes pierce down on you, the way he taps his fingers against his lips when he is thinking hard or the proud smile that always plasters across his face whenever he is watching Izzy do basically anything. But you do see some pain in those beautiful green eyes of his and your desire to take just the smallest fracture of it away grows, even though he is not showing any sign that he is willing to share it with you.
The next morning, despite having the day off, you wake up quite early. You toss and turn, try to fall back asleep a little longer, but you just can’t. It’s a nice, warm morning and you decide to take advantage of the little balcony attached to your room. Wrapping yourself in your fluffy robe you grab the book you started reading a few days ago and sit out, enjoying the morning Sun that’s shining right at you on the balcony.
You don’t even realize for a while that you’re not the only early riser. When your eyes wander down to the big oak tree that’s near Izzy’s playground, you spot Harry doing what appears to be yoga on a green mattress, wearing nothing else, just a pair of black shorts. No shirt.
For a moment you think about going inside, feeling like you’re invading his privacy in a way, but you have the right to enjoy the morning Sun on your balcony, it’s not your fault he decided to have yoga at the exact same time. And it’s just hard not to look at his shirtless body stretching in all directions, twisting and turning as he goes through the motions, his tattooed body on full display.
It’s been clear since the moment you laid eyes on him for the first time that Harry is probably the most beautiful man you’ve ever met and that includes all your exes. Paired with his kind of mysterious charisma and the way he takes care of his daughter, he is the whole package, but you have been busy with Izzy to dwell too long on how attractive he really is. But right now, you are not working and he is very much shirtless in the backyard, teasing you with thoughts you definitely shouldn’t be thinking about when it comes to your boss.
A shaky breath leaves your mouth as you let yourself watch him just for a few more minutes before heading back inside, not wanting to get busted for being a stalker and also not wanting to see him in more positions and have even more unholy thoughts about him.
But what you don’t know is that just as you step inside, Harry catches your figure disappearing in your room, knowing well you saw him too.
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I would like to share with you: The Jegulus fics that are Getting Me Through It
This is also more for me because I bookmark too many things and want a place where my comfort fics are together
I will be making a post later of ones to read if you’re feeling a “little silly goofy mood” (I’m so far removed from pop culture I apologize if that is no longer something people say anymore)
Deep Blue Waters by ThatBlueNiffler When I say this is my literal comfort fic I’m serious. The story (at least so far) is quite light & Fluffy. James has unshakable faith in Regulus, and it has a Happy Ending (it is a WIP)
Muse in Secret by winlark Victorian era Jegulus, James is a famous British author and has a love affair with Regulus who runs an antique shop with Sirius. I love the way Lilys character is written, specifically the attention to detail around how James has to be careful about how they break off their marriage, because Lily is a woman and at that time woman could not have their own bank accounts.
After Everything, Always by Reggie4dayzz listen I’m not gonna lie, I was a bit skeptical of this one when I first found it. But every single chapter just seems to get better and better and it deserves to be on here as well--especially after todays chapter but I will not hesitate to remove and put it on my angsty list if things get dramatic
don't blame me, love made me crazy by coupe_de_foudre Its a One Shot, I reread it at least once a week when I can’t feel emotions and I’m cured.
library dates, don't let me go, sunday mornings, and until the very end all by ScreamingFae Okay, not all of you will find until the very end fluffy but I Do because I cried but I wasn’t sad? But it was? Can’t explain just read it. Definition of hurt comfort right there.
Okay these next two are Jegulily, if you don’t like Jegulily you don’t have to read them, BUT maybe hear what I have to say about them cuz you’re missing some wholesome shit and for what?
Learning to Breathe by orphan account This is the most Wholesome yet very real post-war shit ever & I’ll never get over it. The wackest thing in the world to me is the fact that its from 2016?? I beg you to give 2016 Jegulily a chance because it hits different. Also baby Harry saying the word Noms for food Made My Day when I found it.
A String of Consequences by semistrawberry first of all the Regulus and Pandora friendship is So Fucking Adorable. Its a hogwarts fic, but no war? No sadness? (okay maybe a bit but just for the depth of plot) Pandora and Regulus painting, Lily being his muse/model as a favour and them just being adorable, James being a lil’ shit and Regulus having to tutor him in potions. Them also being rival quidditch opponents. Pandora just being emotionally smarter than every character? Also some really cute interactions between her and Remus. It is a WIP and every update just seems to happen when I’m in a bad mood and I always feel better after. At least so far.
Anyways yeah these are my comfort fanfics. I read them when I need to remind myself that the world can be Soft sometimes
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