#after work tomorrow I might go buy one so I can test it out
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Today I bought a record player at a charity shop today and it was £10
#what an absolute bargain#usually they are much more expensive than that#when I was buying it I was asking the lady about it#and she said that the person who brought it in used a couple of times#so it’s fairly new#worst case scenario#it doesn’t work but it’s okay because it was only a tener#best case scenario#it works and it’s a steal#I’ve actually ordered a vinyl online#before buying this so can’t wait to test it out#after work tomorrow I might go buy one so I can test it out#now#however if it’s the same price than the one I bought#maybe not#gatherrambles#thegapyeardiaries
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The Lucky One
Word count: 11510
A/N: My sweet friends! I hope you're still excited for this story, even after all the time I had you wait. Life was hectic and finding time to write has been difficult. It's fitting that I posted this a year ago, and now posting the update a year later. Happy reading!!!
Warning: smut, female pleasure, phone sex, (brief use of Daddy)
Gala After Gala
please come tell me your favorite part
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Harry was banned from the bathroom because he was a distraction. Y/N had been stuck doing her mascara for over ten minutes because he made a silly face at her every time she looked in the mirror. Y/N banished him to wait in her bedroom. He decided to look in her closet, wanting to pick her outfit for the night, and noticed how empty it was beside her winter coats hanging in the back, taking up most of the space.
“Beauty?” He called for her.
Y/N answered with a soft “Yes, love?”
Harry asked her what was going on in his head. “Where’s your emerald dress?”
“It was Sapra’s. She let me borrow it.”
“And the black one with the long slit,” Harry asks while continuing to look between every piece of clothing she has.
Y/N comes out of the restroom, hair perfectly curled and lips glossed. He can’t wait to kiss it away. Harry already knows she’s wearing her new favorite gloss, with hints of strawberry. Harry knows because he tested it out for her, ensuring it was a long-lasting taste and not only a smell sold by companies to trick her.
“Dawn’s sister.”
Harry frowns. Y/N attends endless galas, and each dress she wears looks like they were made for her and her alone. Yet, he’s only discovering that most of them were never hers. “The yellow one?”
“Dry cleaners!”
He breathes out a sigh of relief. While Harry knows Y/N might not have much space here, they act as if they don’t spend most of their time at Harry’s, where many of her items have started accumulating. Harry has begun to buy her favorite milk (Oat) and her favorite shampoo (Coconut scent) to have stocked. It has become her place as much as it is his. He knew he could make a closet hers. He hates that he hadn’t thought of it sooner.
“Beauty, I thought they were all yours,” Harry stares at Y/N while she puts in her earrings for the night. “Are you telling me I’ll never see that baby pink dress?”
Y/N rolls her eyes at his dramatics, kissing his cheek as she exits the bedroom. “That’s only for special occasions.” Y/N wore it for her graduation. A midi pink dress with flowers embroidered up the sides and sleeves. Harry could not keep his hands to himself that night, not that she minded. It’d been tucked away for a few weeks until Harry whisked her away to Italy and Greece as a Graduation present, where they spent weeks exploring new cities and kissing on every cobblestone street.
He trails behind her like a lost puppy. “Personally, think every moment with you is special.”
Y/N steps into her heels by the door, but before she can reach down, Harry is kneeling on one knee, placing her foot on his thigh to tighten the strap for her. Harry makes her fall more in love with him each day. Those three words seem to hover around them, but neither of them ever says them because it is told with each action, each kiss. “Thank you, honey.”
He kisses her calf before placing it back on the floor. “All ready, Beauty?”
“Let’s go eat!”
It’s not every day that they get dressed up for dinner, but Harry is leaving on a three-week trip and wants to take her out on a date before they move to Facetime calls and late-night texts. Harry had tried to convince her to come, but work would not let her. Not when she was planning for two different galas to take place in three months.
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Dinner was delicious. Y/N was so hungry she cleaned off her plate. She always saved a bit to have leftovers the day after for her lunch, but Harry was gracious and ordered a meal for tomorrow. It didn’t surprise her how well Harry was able to read her.
She was strolling behind Harry, eating the ice cream they stopped to get after she told him she was craving something sweet. Harry kissed her and promised they’d stop by the shop two streets from her apartment. He was leading the way into her flat, telling her to get ready for bed, and he’d turn on an episode of Derry Girls for them. It was one of her most-watched series, and Harry enjoyed the humor.
“Nooo, I want to watch an episode of Ghost Files,” she yells from her bathroom.
Harry sighs because he knows this means she’s not tired. She wouldn’t dare to sleep through it because she loves Shane’s dumb commentary. While Y/N promises she doesn’t believe in ghosts, she is also the type to never put herself in any scary or off-setting situation.
Y/N comes in, rubbing moisturizer down her neck, and smiles when she sees a familiar episode playing. “Perfect.” She steps close to Harry, kisses him, and makes him promise to be quick in the restroom because she is ready for cuddles. Harry tried his best to be fast but enjoyed his night routine. He also had to double-check that he had everything packed for his flight tomorrow, not wanting to make a stop at home tomorrow that would have him leave Y/N sooner than he needed to.
By the time he entered the bedroom, Derry Girls was playing, and Y/N was fighting off sleep.
“You took forever,” she mumbled against her silk pillow.
He gave her a dimpled grin and cuddled close to her side. “You love to remind me how important my nightly routine is. That I can’t skip around. Something about my wrinkles,” Harry teases.
Y/N rolls her eyes, laying her head on his chest. “No wrinkles. Maybe some white hairs are coming in, but I think you’d be a sexy silver fox.”
Harry breathes out a laugh, “think I’m that old?”
“You’re perfect,” she pecks his lips.
“Think you’re perfect, too. So perfect for me,” Harry tells her.
Y/N had never felt peace like this, to feel so at home with a partner. Harry showed her how much he cared for her every single day. The ease she felt around him allowed her to be herself the entire time, with no facade, no excuses on why she wasn’t getting ready. Harry had seen her at her best and worst and still chooses her every day.
There are three words on the tip of her tongue dying to come out, but instead, she slips off to sleep in her lover’s arms.
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Morning came far too soon for Y/N’s liking; usually, she wakes up feeling rested, but this morning, she felt like she tossed and turned all night. Harry, at one point, had to hold her tight against his chest because she was squirming around too much. She apologized, and thankfully, his heartbeat lulled her back to sleep. Now she’s up at six am watching Harry get ready to drive himself to the airport. She had requested to drive him, but Harry didn’t want her to deal with all the traffic madness that went on there. He also knew walking away from her at the airport would be harder. He’d be too tempted to stay in the car and ask her to drive home. Harry loved spending time with Y/N, and since officially being together, they have only gone a few hours apart. Saying goodbye was hard, and he wasn’t looking forward to doing that today.
She got up with him, with sleep still in her eyes, and while Harry went to do a quick rundown of his skincare, Y/N made him a cup of coffee; he bought her some of his specially imported beans from Columbia once he learned she enjoyed it. Harry told her she made the best cups of coffee; while she didn’t know if that was true, she was happy to do something for him.
Y/N sat on her counter, watching him collect his belongings and line them up nicely at the door. He had an order for everything. She knew he kept a packing list because he always feared forgetting something. He knew he had overpacked for this trip because he would be stopping to visit Mum and sister. Y/N thought it was sweet. Y/N had spoken with them over Facetime, but there’s nothing like meeting in person, and if all things went well, she knew she’d be meeting them over the holidays.
She wasn’t used to the quiet of her apartment because Harry always had music playing. He saw she had a record player and bought a bunch of his favorites for her to listen to. She told him she hardly used it because it was a housewarming gift from her brother, Matias, who got it for cheap at an estate sale. When Harry was staying over, there was always a record from Joni Mitchell to Prince.
“You got to call me when you land,” she says, breaking the silence.
“It’ll only be two here, just in time for your break.”
Y/N doesn’t hide her grin, knowing he had already checked their time difference. “Five days in London, and then off to Scotland.”
Harry nods because they both know she has his schedule memorized. He left her a list of contacts she could reach in case of an emergency, and he wasn’t available (he always would be). “Correct, Beauty. Do you want me to bring you back something? Cookies, a bag, or pearls.”
“Only want you.”
“I’ll surprise you,” Harry promises, knowing he’ll stop at his favorite shops to get her something nice to make up for his time away.
Harry steps towards her, sitting on the counter. He places one hand on her waist and the other on her cheek and pulls her in for a kiss. His lips are soft and taste sweet, like his coffee. She sighs against him, not ready to separate, but he gives her one last kiss, telling her he has to put his bags away in the car.
She watches him take two trips while double-checking his carry-on, not wanting to forget his passport, something he’s expressed he’s done more than once. On his final trip, Harry is in the car packing it in. Y/N has moved to lean against the doorframe, watching him fit his luggage in a car too small for two suitcases. There’s a heaviness in her chest, knowing she won’t see him for 21 days. There will be no kisses, no hugs, and no lunch together. Not even a sweet morning wake-up call.
It’s going to be a lonely few days.
Y/N can admit she’s become a bit dependent on spending time with Harry, but she doesn’t think it’s terrible. She still goes to work, hangs out with her friends, and gets her nails done, where she catches up on her favorite podcast, The Happiness Lab, but ends her days in Harry’s arms. He truly has become one of her best friends. While no one could ever replace Sapra, Harry and Y/N shared another level of intimacy. She was thankful to have him in her life.
“What is it, beauty?” Harry asks, stepping toward her, looking beautiful. It’s unfair he wakes up looking this pretty with his messy hair and growing stubble. She knows it’s only three weeks, but she will miss him and wants him to know. Harry caresses her cheek, and she can’t help but lean into his warm touch.
“I’m going to miss you,” Y/N breathes out.
“Miss me or my king-sized bed,” he teases. He told her to stay at his house if she wanted but that she’d miss him less at her apartment. She knew that was a lie; she saw him in everything in her home. Harry had left a touch on everything she had ever owned. From having his favorite blanket thrown on the back of her couch to his extra pair of shoes waiting by
She shakes her head. “Seriously, H. Does Mitch really need you? Sarah’s going.”
“They’ve got a bub to look after,” Harry reminds her.
“But I’m your baby,” she pouts.
Harry laughs because he remembers her telling him “Baby” was too cheesy. Then, one night in bed, when she was close to reaching her peak, he called her “baby,” and it was over for her. She loved it, craved to hear it when he was pleasuring her.
“Well, my baby has to work, or she’d be coming with me.”
Y/N sighs because he’s right.
It’s true, he told her a few months back, but there was too much to be done that she couldn’t take a vacation, not when Harry had told her he had planned a summer vacation for them. It was the only thing keeping her going.
“Well, at least I can go to the farmer’s market.” It was popular, but the earlier she went, the less crowded. “Will need to go get some cash,” she talks aloud, already making a mental list of what to do once Harry takes off to distract herself.
Harry grabs his wallet and a few bills, slipping it into her coat’s pocket.
She reaches in after him, pulling out around what she assumed to be bills that added up to $200. “What’s this for?”
“For your fresh goods.”
“Honey,” she breathed out. “It’s too much.”
“I need to care for you, even while I’m gone.” Y/N goes to respond, but he cuts her off with a quick kiss. “Let me do this. I’m already sad I won’t be there to give you flowers.”
Y/N backs down. He bought her flowers every week. They went from daisies to daffodils. “Thank you,” is her only response.
“I’ll call you every night,” he promises, and Y/N takes him in, knowing she’s got minutes left with him. “Now, be a good girl and give me a kiss.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice.
Harry connects his lips to her in a sweet kiss. He has the power to make her forget everything. Y/N is wrapped up in his sweet taste. She’s aware that his hands trail her body before settling on his favorite spot (her ass). He slips his tongue in, giving him entrance to explore. Y/N knows she could kiss him all day, but they’ve run out of time.
Y/N pulls back breathlessly; she knows her lips are swollen. Y/N ran a finger over her lips as if she could still feel his mouth against hers.
“I’ll text you when I board,” he turns around, walking away from her, ready to drive away.
A strong feeling overwhelmed her, and she could no longer keep in those three words. “Harry!”
He turns around, sunglasses on and a pretty smile on his lips.
“I love you,” she breathes out.
Harry’s eyes widened. “Beauty, beauty!”
He hurries over with shaking hands. “What did you say?”
“I love you, Harry,” she repeats louder.
“Oh darling,” his eyes are glistening. “I want to take you back inside and show you how much I love you.” He shakes his head in disbelief. “I love you. I love you so much.”
“You’ve got a long drive ahead,” she reminds him, knowing the airport is always chaotic. She couldn’t believe she had let these words drop now that he was leaving.
“Don’t make me go,” he pleads. “Why now, baby?”
Y/N shrugs, running a hand through his curls. “It was too much to hold in with you leaving me.”
“I’m coming back, Beauty,” he promises. “Always coming back to you. Wish you’d come with me,” he pleads one more time.
Her smile gives away the same answer she’s been giving him for weeks. He knows she can’t. “Drive safe. I love you.”
Harry feels a flutter flow through him. He can’t wait to spend the rest of their lives sharing these three beautiful words. “I love you, Beauty.”
He pulls away, shaking his head. Harry hugs her tight to his chest, and she can hear the pounding in her chest. He kisses her a few more times for good measure.
“I love you,” Harry tells her one last time as he drives away. She waves him goodbye from the porch and keeps smiling until he turns the corner, and that’s when she lets her tears slip.
Y/N’s really going to miss him.
When she’s back inside, Y/N hears her phone ring. She sees it’s Harry and answers quickly, worried something has happened. “You okay, honey?”
He’s silent for a few seconds.
“Honey?”
“Say it again.”
She giggles, “I love you. Call me when you’re there.”
“One last time,” he asks.
“I love you, Harry Styles.”
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“Hello, you’ve reached Harry Styles. I’m unable to get on the phone right now. Leave your name and number, and I’ll return your call when I’m available. Thank you.” His voicemail filled the quiet of her room. Y/N huffed; it was the third time she had tried calling him, and there was no answer. He promised her a date and even sent her a photo of how he added it to his schedule.
Harry had been gone now for two weeks on business. He had begged her to come, and she almost caved, but there was too much going on at work for her to take a trip. Harry understood; of course, he did. He knew how much Y/N loved her job and would never try to take her from there unless he really needed her.
Y/N throws her phone to the end of her bed, deciding to give up for now. She had prepared a small meal to share with him. She knew it was cold now and couldn’t be bothered to eat it when her appetite was gone. Since her plans are gone, she phones Sapra, who quickly answers on the first ring.
“Babes!” Sapra greets her cheerfully. “I was just thinking about you.”
“Yeah, I got bad news at work. I had a cater cancel on me, and it’s like starting all over again with the hunt for the perfect person. “So,” Y/N dragged out. “I was thinking we can go drink my sorrows.”
Sapra laughs, “Oh my sweet, Y/N.” She takes a moment to respond, but Y/N knows she’s in. “Of course, I’m in. Let me call in the boys and Dawn.”
They settle on going to a bar they know that sells delicious nachos. Dawn’s place is the middle ground, so they agree to meet there.
Time with her favorite people is precisely what she needs. Her friends get along well with Harry, and she likes including him on their outings. It’s nice to go out, have a good laugh, and go home to cuddle with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is still out of town, so she will return to an empty apartment and a cold bed.
Y/N sent Harry a text to check-in. She hoped nothing terrible had happened but knew in her gut that if something was wrong, she would have a call from Sarah. The only update from Sarah was of her bub swaddled in a blanket Y/N made for him.
While Y/N loves dressing up tonight, she settled on jeans, a white top, and her favorite yellow cardigan, Dawn knitted. It keeps her warm and cozy while elevating her outfit. Y/N finishes slipping on her rings as she walks out the door. Y/N takes the ringer off her phone, slipping it into her bag, promising herself to have a fun night.
Bars are not Y/N’s favorite place because it’s too loud, there is always a weird smell, and mostly because it’s hard to avoid creeps. She stands by the never-going-to-the-bathroom-alone code, and as she waits for Sapra to finish washing her hands, she has to politely move away from men stumbling down the hall. Once they’re settled back in their seats, Y/N relaxes. She has a drink in her hand, vodka cranberry (her favorite), and enjoys the evening. Her brother brought a new friend today, Brandon. He’s tall, a bit pale, and has a buzzcut. Y/N recognizes he’s attractive, but his brown eyes do nothing to her. Her MO when she was in Uni was chocolate brown eyes she could drown herself in, but now she knows the truth. It’s that emerald will always be captivating to her.
Matias shares a funny story about Y/N when she was a child, making the group awe while Brandon shoots her a smirk. Y/N knows he’s flirting, but before she can tell him, she’s not interested. Isaac reminds Brandon that Y/N is a taken woman.
“Y/N’s here alone,” Brandon tries.
“Man is on a business trip.” Matias slaps a hand on Brandon’s shoulder. “Promise you, he will hear about this and be on the first flight back.”
Brandon backs up with his hands up.
Crisis Averted.
Y/N can easily defend herself, but she’s glad her brother had her back in this case. Brandon sets his eyes on Dawn, who is all too happy to give in to her flirting ways. She remembers when Dawn would barely speak a word unless spoken to, but after two vodka sodas, it’s like Dawn becomes a new person who suddenly loves to talk. It makes Y/N laugh, but always makes a point to look after her.
After two drinks, Y/N decides that’s all she wants. Everyone seems to agree. The bar gets more crowded, pushing them all together when Sapra gets a bright idea.
“You know I’ve been wanting a new tattoo,” Sapra throws out her bait.
Matias rolls his eyes, “like you weren’t posting about your last one two weeks ago.”
Sapra gasps, “So you do watch my story.”
“More like skip,” Isaac chirps in.
Y/N knows she has to intervene, or Sapra will bite their heads off. “Right, a tattoo sounds nice.”
Sapra clinks her drink with Y/N’s. “Anyways, Roxanne has become a good friend. I can call her to see if she can squeeze us all in for a tattoo.”
“I’m out,” Dawn calls out, who is four drinks in.
Brandon shrugs, “I’m game.”
Y/N looks at her brother and his husband. Isaac and Matias share a look. Y/N knows it’s going to be a no. They are never impulsive.
“We’ll supervise, you idiots,” Isaac shares.
Sapra cheers while Y/N thinks about the placement of her tattoo.
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The shop was only a five-minute walk from the bar they were at. After Sapra phoned her friend who, yes, was available to tattoo three people at ten pm.
The shop is one Y/N has driven by many times. It’s small and intimate and entirely female-owned. The space is clean, and the receptionist counter has mints for customers to grab. The wall has beautiful paintings from a local artist, and Y/N knows she’d be happy to have one in her apartment (or Harry’s house).
Brandon goes first. He’s quick to explain his tattoo idea. He wants a teddy bear for his nephew, born two months ago. Theodore was his name, and he wanted to do something special as the godfather. Y/N found it sweet. She wouldn’t mind keeping Brandon in the friend group. Mainly because it seemed Dawn was smitten. Brandon had her go back with him, feigning he was feeling nervous and needed Dawn to hold his hand to make him brave; it worked like a charm.
As Brandon gets wrapped up, Sapra expresses her idea. Roxanne tells her it’s great but would prefer Sapra’s recent tattoo to heal a bit longer before going in for a new one. Sapra wants to fight it but knows when to back down.
“You got it, Roxie. But you will do it?”
Roxanne nods her head, making her lilac hair move around her. “Of course.” Roxanne looks back at the group. “That leaves one more.”
All eyes turn to Y/N. She feels like shrinking into herself but instead stands up straight and follows Roxanne to her office. Y/N hands her phone off to Dawn, who promises to keep it safe. Y/N knows there will be a lot of drunk selfies to filter through tomorrow.
Y/N has been thinking of getting a tattoo for some time now. She discussed it with Harry one time, but he always told her it was her body and would ultimately always be her choice. It wasn’t much help. That had been about two months ago, and now she knew she would be happy with it.
“I thought about this for a long time,” Y/N explains to Roxanne as she places the stencil on her ribcage.
Roxanne laughs, “midnight screams impulsive.” Y/N laughs. She’s not wrong. She’s glad to have the company with her alone; she might have walked out of the shop by now. “Ribcage is pretty brave.”
“So I’ve heard,” Y/N responds.
“Hurts a lot.”
“I can take it.” Y/N knows it will be worth it.
Sapra pops in, promising to hold Y/N’s hand if needed. Y/N wiggles her fingers, and Sapra hurries to her side. “This will be very sexy in the summer with a bikini.”
“Harry is going to die,” Dawn giggles. Y/N notices Dawn holding her phone up and knows she’s recording. Well, at least they’ll all be able to look back on this.
Y/N can admit the tattoo process wasn’t painless. It felt like constantly being strung by a bee in the same spot. The only good thing was that no bees died while she got inked. Sapra teared up as she released what Y/N got tattooed. It was a bouquet of Sapra and Y/N’s birth flower (Sapra shared the same month with Harry, but Y/N wasn’t reading into that right now). Roxanne brought Y/N’s vision to life, and it would forever be inked on her skin.
The entire thing took 45 minutes to an hour. Y/N was being told about the aftercare when Dawn felt Y/N’s phone ring. It showed a picture of Y/N and Harry sharing a kiss at sunset. She thought it was no problem picking it up and was soon greeted with Harry’s face, suddenly realizing it was a Facetime call.
“Mr. Styles!” Dawn greeted cheerfully.
“Just Harry,” he corrected with a slight laugh.
“Okay, Mr. Harry,” Dawn fell into a fit of giggles.
He didn’t bother correcting her; instead, he looked for Y/N. “Where’s Y/N?”
Dawn held up a finger, needing to pass the phone as she was still laughing. “Hold on a sec.”
The phone was then passed to Sapra. “Hi,” he waves.
Sapra gives him the cold shoulder. He has a small idea of why but knows she doesn’t need an answer. Y/N does.
“I can explain. But you don’t need to hear it,” Harry tells her.
“For once, I agree. I’ll find out either way,” she reminds him.
Harry spots Y/N in the back of the frame, slipping on her shirt. He catches a glimpse of something around her waist. He frowned but called out for her. “Beauty?”
“Hi, Harry,” Y/N answers confused. “Everything alright?”
“Mhm…do you have a moment to talk?”
Y/N is the only one in the frame, but by all the chatter Harry hears, it’s clear she’s not home. “I will be home in 30. The night was ending. Y/N scratches her neck; she sees the bags under his eyes and knows he hasn’t slept well. “Do you want to talk tomorrow? It can’t be a good time for you.”
Harry feels his heart soften because she’s always looking out for him. He knows he should sleep, but he had a shitty day(s), and he knows even a few minutes with Y/N will make him feel better. Selfishly, he wishes Y/N was home accepting his call, but he can wait for her. He’d wait a lifetime if he had to.
“I’ll call you when I’m home,” she promises.
“I love you,” Harry tells her. He never hangs up without saying it.
“I love you, Harry.”
“Is everything alright?” Sapra asks concerned.
Y/N kisses her cheek. “It will be. I got to get home.”
Matias shows her he’s ordered her an Uber. They’ll share because he would feel awful sending her home alone. Y/N knows she’s lucky to have so many people who love her.
Y/N is thankful her brother knows her well because he put Harry’s address as her drop-off location. She hadn’t stayed there a lot because it made her feel lonely. He asked her to house-sit, but he had no plants or pets to look after. Y/N’s hoping she can convince him he needs one in his life.
She waves goodnight to her brother and makes her way inside. Slipping off her shoes, she wants to call Harry once she’s ready for bed, but it’s been thirty-five minutes, and she hates making him wait. Y/N calls him, and on the second ring, he’s answering.
“Hi, beauty.”
Y/N can hear the relief in his voice. As if he was holding it together until he got her alone.
“Hi honey, I’ve got to get my makeup off, but I didn’t want to make you wait anymore.”
“Put me on video call.” He requests.
Y/N does as he asks. She sets him on the bathroom counter. He stares at her with his pretty eyes, and Y/N knows she’s grateful to have him. She knows she’s in love. The moony look in his eyes tells her everything.
Harry grins, being able to see her blushed cheeks and shimmering eyes. He knows Y/N always uses her Cosmos palette because she’s learned that the glitter makes her eyes shine in any kind of light.
“Fun night?”
Y/N rubs her cleansing balm over her face as she tells Harry about the night’s event. She told him she could hurry if he was tired, but he shook his head no. “Keep talking, Beauty. I’m with you.”
She continues to tell him about how well done her drink was, the perfect mix of alcohol and cranberry. Y/N promised to take him back another time. She spoke about Matias's friend and saw when Harry perked up at the mention of trying to chat her up.
“Will that new friend be a problem?”
She giggles, rubbing her moisturizer into her skin gently. “No. Matias gave him a talk. He got along wonderfully with Dawn, but she mentioned he’s fresh out of a breakup, so she won’t pursue anything.”
“For now.”
“We’ll see, honey.”
Y/N throws the phone on the bed as she begins to get changed. “Beauty, baby? Where’d you go?”
She crawls under the covers, picking up her phone after getting comfortable. “Had to get changed. All tucked in now.”
“No show?” Harry teases.
“Not unless you’re here to take it off me.”
Harry groans. He is aware of how little Y/N wears to bed. “I will get on a flight right now.”
“It’s only a few more days.”
They sit in silence for a few minutes. Y/N knows Harry has much to share, but she wonders what he will start with.
“Was that a tattoo?” Y/N feigned innocence. “When I first called you. Thought I saw something.”
Y/N explains the tattoo Sapra has been in her life for as long as she can remember. Tattooing something is permanent and something he reminded her of endlessly, but in that moment, she couldn’t think of a reason not to get it.
“Do you regret it now?” Harry is still looking at the photo she sent him, and he’s thinking about the pain she went through. He wished he was the one holding her hand.
“No, the pain was manageable. I love it.”
Harry grins, “I love it too.”
She knew he would.
“I love you, Harry.”
“Beauty, oh, Beauty. I’m so fucking lucky to love you. I’m sorry for today.”
“Do you want to share with me?
Harry runs a hand through his hair. Y/N notices she’s propped up against something, maybe a lamp on the nightstand, as she can see both his hands picking at the ends of a t-shirt in his hand. It’s a faded blue, and Y/N recognizes it as a shirt of hers from Uni. She had no idea he snuck that in.
He needed a piece of her with him as well.
“It was a shitty day,” he breathes out. “I was ready to pull out of this deal because they weren’t respecting our requests. They wanted to go for the cheaper cost, but how we run our business is important, and while I was ready to jump ship, Mitch talked me down. We were there all day until we came to a compromise. I felt drained when I got back to the hotel. I laid on the bed to sleep a bit, having set an alarm, but I slept through it. Called you as soon as I woke up.”
Y/N’s heart deflates, “you could have called me later. I would have understood.”
“I already disappointed you. It couldn’t wait,” Harry tells her.
“Thank you for apologizing.” Y/N watches Harry; he looks tired, but knowing him, he won’t hang up first. Y/N isn’t quite ready to let him go. He looks so good, his hair a mess, his swallow peeking under his shirt. Y/N misses the feel of his hands on her body. Misses the way he smells. Misses his hand in her hair. Y/N was lovesick. “It happens. Sure, I was disappointed, but I figured something happened. Long distance, I don’t know how people do it.”
“For love.”
“Then you’re lucky I love you.”
“The luckiest,” he agrees.
Harry tells her a story about Sarah, how she’s checked in on him, reminding him to finish all his work quickly because he’s got someone waiting at home now. He tells her a story about his sister and how she recently got a new dog. It was so small, and little Pixie fell asleep in his arms. It seemed convincing him he needed a pet would be easier than she had imagined.
As Harry tells her story after story, she feels overwhelmed with emotion. She misses him so much, but she also misses his touch. They’ve taken their relationship slowly. Y/N is not one to jump in right away because of past experiences, and Harry has taken that in stride. Y/N is waiting for him to come home so that he can love on her how they both deserve, but right now, Y/N knows just the thing to take the edge off for both of them.
“I’ve missed you. Missed how you’ve taken care of me,” Y/N breathes out.
Harry picks up on her change of tone. “Yeah, Beauty. Need me in between your legs to relax. Work keeps you busy. All you want is to be taken care of. Daddy can help with that.”
Y/N whimpers. Daddy is not something they ever discussed, but at this moment, it’s everything she needs. “I want Daddy to take care of me. Need it. Crave it.”
Harry sighs, his cock swelling when hearing his beautiful girlfriend call him Daddy. He makes a mental note to talk about it tomorrow after they both have a good night’s rest.
“Only a few more days, Baby.” Harry reminded her. “I promise to take care of you until you push me away until you can’t take it anymore.”
“What would you do to me?”
He had no idea this was where their phone call would lead, but fuck he’s ready.
Y/N bites her bottom lip as she waits to hear what he says.
“I’d lay you back on the bed, prop a pillow under your hips just how my Baby likes it. Spread your legs open, and I’ll see how wet you are waiting for me to touch you except, you know me, Beauty. I love to take my time,” he smirked when he saw her close her eyes, a deep sigh leaving her pouty lips. “I know you’re lying in my bed. Surrounded by my smell, I know you are soaked. I imagine you wearing pretty panties, maybe the yellow ones with bows on your hips.”
“What if I told you I don’t have any on?”
Harry bites back a groan. “I’d ask you to show me your pretty pussy.”
Y/N shakes her head, not one to easily give in.
“I’d kiss your pretty thighs. I love it when you smother me between them as I lick you clean. Fuck,” he looks away for a second, and Y/N can only imagine what he’s doing. “I’m fucking hard thinking about you. Thinking about tasting you. How sweet you taste, I swear I’ve never had anything sweeter, Baby.”
“D-d-daddy!” She pleads.
“I’d kiss right over your clit before licking you clean. You’re a messy girl. You can’t help it, baby, but that is why Daddy is here to help.”
“Need more.”
Harry smirked; he knew Y/N was touching herself. He swears he can see how she moves her fingers in and out of herself. She’s so slick, and he knows he’d slip right in if he was home. “Baby, I would lick you until I felt satisfied, then I’d slowly trace two fingers around you. Start by pumping one in and out until you’d beg me for another. I know you can take it. You’re always such a good girl.”
“It’s not enough,” she cries. Harry sees her hand moving, and fuck, he wants her to move the screen down, but he can’t seem to take his eyes away from her face. The desire coursing through her, and sees her trembling, uneasy breaths and knows she’s close to coming for him.
“Daddy would give you everything you asked for, anything and everything.” Harry pumps his hand over his cock. “I’d keep going, curl my fingers in deep, letting your legs trap me in between your thighs. I’d suck your clit over and over again until you scream my name.”
“Fuck!” Y/N shouts. “Harry,” she repeats as she takes herself over the edge.
“My sweet angel, you look so perfect coming for me. The sweetest sight. Wish I was there to lick your fingers clean. No need to waste something so yummy.” Y/N deflates a shy smile now on her face as what happened begins to set in.
Y/N laughs. “Did that just happen?”
“The come on my stomach is answer enough.” He teases.
Y/N groans, “fuck me, Harry.”
“Just say when.” He’s tempted to jump on a flight home, but a few more days is all he needs to wait.
The sweet look on Y/N’s face keeps him calm until he is back in her arms. Y/N is close to falling asleep; he can see how relaxed she is, and he hates having to hang up.
“I love you, honey,” she reminds him. “Hurry back, please.”
“Hold on tight, Beauty. I’ll be home soon.” He blows her a kiss. “I love you.”
Those three words lull her to sleep.
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Harry was finally home. He had been gone for three weeks, but it had felt like months. He ensured all his bags were packed and drove to Y/N’s apartment.
He finds a parking space right in front. Harry excitedly makes his way upstairs. He knocks, knowing she has to be home, but after a few minutes of no answer, he realizes she’s not home. Heading outside, he checks if her car is parked but finds nothing. Instead, he calls her. She answers on the second ring.
“Hiya, honey,” she greets him cheerfully.
“Beauty, I love hearing your voice.”
“You sap.” He knows she’s flustered.
“Are you home?”
Y/N sighs on the line. “Hannah called out sick, and everyone needed me. Got a few more hours left. Are you all set to arrive tomorrow?”
Harry frowns; he had told her when he was coming in. She must have been too busy to even look at the date. Instead of correcting her, he promises to see her tomorrow. Harry tells her he loves her, waits for her to say it back, hangs up, and decides to prepare a special evening for her.
He drives to the store and picks up the essentials. Orange wine (Y/N’s favorite) decides on ingredients for a pesto pasta that Y/N and he made a few days before he left, and both loved it. Harry rushes home and is pleased to find Y/N’s slippers by the door, meaning she will return here later. It’s a sign she had told him early on that if they’re by the door, it’s the first thing she wants to slip on. If they’re in the entrance closet, then it means she’s tidied up her items for him.
Home.
He was home, and soon, Y/N would be too. While away, it was nice to reunite with his family. His mum and sister told him to visit more, which he would do in the summer with Y/N. Work was work, and while he loved it, this trip kept him away from his Beauty for too long. Harry spent the next few hours doing his laundry, quickly showering, and preparing everything for a bath. Y/N loved lying there soaking up the heat and the smell of her bath bombs.
As Harry stirred the pasta, the smell of pesto filled the room. He hums in delight as he hears the ring of the dryer where he had put Y/N’s blanket to warm to keep her nice and toasty after dinner.
The front door opens. Harry quickly turns off the stove and lets the pasta sit while he waits for Y/N to greet him. He leans the kitchen entrance, staring at Y/N as she slips off her Mary Jane’s and throws her coat on the couch.
Y/N walks by Harry, standing by the kitchen door. “Hi, honey,” she greets and walks by him. It seems she’s running on autopilot, not seeming to process he is back home. Y/N freezes in her tracks, turns around, and stares at Harry. He flashes her his dimpled smile, she had confessed it made her weak in the knees. “You’re home,” she whispers.
He nods. “I’m home.”
“You’re home,” she repeats.
Y/N runs into his waiting arms. He holds her tight, spinning her around as she presses kisses to the column of his neck. He sets her down, his heart close to beating out of his chest.
Harry squeezes her hips. Y/N is smiling up at him, and he feels like the luckiest man alive. Harry leans in, connecting their lips together. Her sweet lips welcomed him, and it was a feeling he never wanted to go without. The kiss has filled him up with so much love and longing. Harry promises to never go this long without Y/N by his side. He wasn’t made to miss her. He was made to stay by her side and love her. Y/N presses against him, making Harry stumble into the wall, but neither seems to mind being too lost in the kiss. Y/N knows she needs to breathe but finds it incredibly difficult to tear herself away. Harry does it for her but doesn’t go far. His lips brush against hers as they take in a deep breath. “I love you.”
He kisses her again.
“I love you too. So much. I love you. I’ll say it forever.”
Y/N wraps her hands around his neck, and Harry knows she wants another kiss. He happily obliges. “Missed you. Missed you so much,” he mutters against her lips.
“Don’t leave again.”
“Never again,” he promises. “Taking you wherever I go.”
They spent a few more minutes holding each other, whispering “I love you” every few seconds. Y/N’s heart is back home, and she couldn’t be happier. Harry gives her butt a few taps promising they could continue later, but he was going to set her up for a bath. Y/N pouts, “I’m supposed to take care of you. You just got home.”
He frowns in response, pinching her butt and making her jump into him. “You’re my baby. My sweet angel. I will always look after you.” Harry sees Y/N begin to melt, and he knows she’s giving in. “We’re starting with a bath, then having some pasta for dinner. Then we’ll go watch some telly in bed.”
“I love you” is her only response.
With a final kiss, Harry sends her off to get clothes in the bedroom while he prepares the bath. Y/N is happy to have Harry at home.
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Y/N and Harry spent the night enjoying each other’s company. After dinner, they crawl into bed and hold each other tight. Y/N was independent, and she had been from a young age. She’d go to the movies alone, watching a new film. She’d go into the market alone for a quick snack while her brother always requested company. Y/N was comfortable with her own company. She liked who she was when she was with others but also when she was alone.
Her partnership with Harry is something that surprised her. Her family always joked that she was high maintenance and that no one could lock her down because she was a free bird. Yet, she knew he was different from the moment she met Harry. Y/N was ready to walk away from him, but there was something special in Harry that she knew giving him a second chance would not be something she regretted.
Y/N liked who she was when she was with Harry because he made her shine more than she did on her own. Harry always liked to tell her that all eyes turned to look at her when she walked into any room. Y/N didn’t believe it was accurate, but she was glad she captured his attention.
In the morning, Y/N wakes up against Harry. Not a single space between them. Y/N laughed to herself because they drifted away most of the time. Harry always ran hot and slowly pushed away the covers while Y/N hugged them closer. Although they would always be touching each other. A hand on his stomach, one wrapped in her hair, or their legs intertwined. Yet, they managed to hold each other through the entire night; clearly, they both needed it.
Y/N looked at the time and sighed. She had to prepare for work. She was tempted to call out but knew Hannah would still be out. She was careful to move away from Harry, wanting him to sleep in as much as he could when he gripped the end of her (his) shirt. “Stay,” he mumbled.
Y/N sighed and ran her hand through his messy hair. “I’ve got to go in. If I skip lunch today, I can be out by one. Hmmm, I’ll do a half day,” Y/N compromised. “How does that sound?”
“Like I’ll miss you.”
She shakes her head. “I’ll see you at one.”
“Love you, come give me a kiss goodbye.”
Y/N leans down, pressing a kiss to his hair. “I will.”
After a long kiss in bed, Y/N was on her way to work. Y/N thought of the man waiting for her at home, and she knew tonight would be special.
+
Y/N’s promise to be out early was a bust as they had a new contract, and Y/N knew it was the priority. With a quick call apologizing to Harry, she quickly returned to running around the office. She had to talk to planners and directions. Thankfully, her assistant Kacey, who was becoming a quick learner the more time she spent by Y/N’s side. It made Y/N’s job go a lot smoother.
“You can go home now, Kacey.” Y/N knew they should have left an hour ago, but she was swarmed with papers. She hoped Hannah was feeling better. Y/N could run this all on her own but did not want to.
“Ms. Y/N, we’ve got paperwork to send in,” the young girl responded.
Y/N waved her in. She looked over, and it was a few signatures and two emails to send off about what they could provide for the upcoming Gala at the start of Summer. “It’s a Friday night. Please go out and enjoy it.”
Kacey stares at Y/N with a pensive look, and Y/N knows the girl will not be leaving without her.
“Fine. You email Mr. Cameron, letting him know he’ll be contacted on Monday with all they have planned for him. Then, from there, they’ll decide on a meeting time. I’ll manage Mrs. Cash’s change of theme. Twenty minutes?”
“More than enough.”
In record time, Y/N signs away one contract and makes a note to have their lawyer team revise the second. The email quickly gets done, and Y/N shuts down her computer. She won’t be back in until Tuesday, having requested a long weekend, weeks back when Harry told her the date he would be returning home.
Kacey is slipping her coat on when Y/N turns to face her. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
Y/N and Kacey walk out of the office together, making small talk as they walk to their cars.
Kacey is telling Y/N about her weekend plans. “My girlfriend is taking me to see Hamilton.”
“How lovely,” Y/N loves the soundtrack. “I fear I know all the words yet have never seen the actual play,” Y/N confesses.
“I’ll let you know if it’s any good.”
They both know it will be.
Stopping in front of Y/N’s car, Kacey asks Y/N what she will do.
“Harry came back last night, simply spending time together. Opening up whatever gift he got me,” Y/N jokes but knows he has to have accumulated more than a few while away from her.
“Lovely, I’m surprised you came in,” Kacey shares honestly.
“Hannah being out was bad. We couldn’t make it two.”
“That’s true. I’ve heard stories about Mr. Styles and you,” Kacey shares timidly. “All good things,” she’s quick to add. “Everyone thinks you’re a lovely pair.”
Y/N feels her cheeks heat up. “Thank you. I’m fortunate.”
Kacey bids her goodbye. “Ms. Y/N,” Kacey calls out, making Y/N turn back to look at her assistant. “Think he’s the lucky one.”
For that alone, Y/N will make sure Kacey takes Monday off, too. No need for an assistant if the boss is out.
The drive to Harry’s house is calm for a late Friday night. The sun has set, and Y/N is ready to be in his arms again. She parks outside the garage and hurries inside. It’s a surprisingly lovely night for the end of Winter. She hangs her bag and slips on her brown teddy bear slippers, walking through the house trying to spot Harry. He knew she was coming home, the oven light on with what she assumed was their dinner. She can worry about food later. She wants a hug from her boyfriend.
Y/N spots the porch light on and approaches the French doors. She spots Harry lying on a large blanket, a few pillows thrown around him. He has a book on his chest and a mug by his head. She pictured doing this with him in the summer, but it's perfect on a nice night like tonight.
“Honey, I’m home.”
He sits up in a rush, the book falls to the grass, forgotten, and he reaches his hands out for her. “Beauty, hi.”
Y/N giggles as he pulls her to sit in his lap. His lips quick to meet hers, he kisses her as if she had been the one to be gone for three weeks and not a few hours. She moans against him as he slips his tongue in. Y/N, eager for more, pushes him back to lie on his back. Y/N breaks away to press kisses against his neck. Harry hisses as Y/N bites into his neck, but Y/N is quick to soothe it with a quick lick.
“Welcome home,” he pants.
Y/N shakes her head, giving him a final kiss before getting comfortable next to him. They look up at the sky together, and Y/N wonders if other lovers are looking up at the same sky at this very moment.
“Do you think aliens exist?” Y/N asks while she traces the constellations she sees on his chest.
“Probably. This world is too large to be just us.”
Y/N nods, “Do you think Gods exist?”
“Like Poseidon?”
“He’s one of them.”
Harry ponders this for a second, he kisses the top of her head. “I-I hmmm… I’m not sure how to answer. I don’t think I’ve ever thought much of it.”
“Eros is the son of Aphrodite, and his job is to help make love happen. Do you think he was a part of our story? Or was it simply fate?” Y/N isn’t sure what made her bring up this topic now, but she wants to know what Harry thinks. “We have all these ancient stories. We look up at constellations, and we know their stories. Many people will think of them simply as stories, but what if they were real people with real feelings, just like us.”
Y/N moves around until she’s sitting on his thighs, and he moves into a sitting position with his hands resting on her ass. “I think we all have the choice to believe. Believe that there is something beyond us looking out for us, but some believe they make their own future. I like to think all my roads led to you.”
“Cheesy,” Y/N rolls her eyes, but he can see she’s flustered.
“Whether Cupid struck me with an arrow or fate had set me on a course to you from the moment I was born, it led us here, loving each other wholeheartedly.”
“I love you, Harry Styles.” Y/N fists his shirt. “I hope to love you in every single lifetime.”
“Our love is beyond us. It’s bigger than us.”
Y/N is feeling overwhelmed. All her love was pouring out of her chest, and she could no longer express it. She did the next best thing and kissed him. Y/N feels time stop; her heart rate speeds up, but she only feels Harry. It’s as if they’re the only two people to exist. His hands tug her closer, Y/N sighs into his mouth, loving the closeness. She missed someone holding her while he was away, and now that he’s here, she no longer wants anything between them.
Y/N rocks on top of him. She moves in a steady rhythm, enjoying the feeling of having him so close.
“Beauty,” Harry moans.
“Mhm…”
“What are–”
She interrupts him. “Make love to me.” Y/N places a soft kiss on his lips.
Harry and Y/N had taken their relationship slow. They had to after the bad start because of Harry. He promised to be patient and understanding and had gone above and beyond. While they’ve given each other their fair share of orgasms, Harry is giving her much more. They never went beyond that. She could no longer wait, not when she loved and needed all of him. She felt like a part of her had gone missing with him gone for so long, but now she feels whole again.
“Make love to me,” she repeats, staring into his eyes.
“Anything you want, Beauty. I’ll give you.” Harry brushes her hair out of her face, pressing a soft kiss to her lips.
“Only want you.”
“You have me,” he promises.
Harry and Y/N walk into the house, kissing against every wall. Y/N laughs as he bumps her against the railing of the stairs. Harry gives her ass a nice smack. “Head on up, sweet girl.”
Y/N hurries to his bedroom while Harry gets water for both of them. When he gets to the bedroom, he finds Y/N sitting in the middle of the bed in her panties and bra. There is no mistaking what is happening tonight.
Harry stands at the edge of the bed and beckons Y/N to come closer. She does so quickly, sitting back on the heel of her feet.
“You sure about this, Y/N?” Harry checks in, needing to know where her head is at.
“Yes, Harry. I think I’ve made you wait long enough.”
Harry shakes his head. “Y/N, Beauty. Do not worry about me. I will wait forever for you. You have to know that,” he expresses. “You’re worth the wait. I would never dare push you, Beauty. Not for my own pleasure.”
Y/N wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in tight for a hug. “I love you so much. Thank you.”
Harry kisses her cheek. “I love you, baby.”
She leaned back to look at him, needing him to understand that she did want this. She wants everything with him. “Make love to me, Harry. Show me how good you can take care of me.”
Harry runs his hands up and down her arms. He sees goosebumps all over her body as he places light kisses up her neck. His hand caressed her shoulders while the kisses spread to her jaw, the anticipation eating her alive.
He kissed all the way up to her lips. As their lips met, she felt electricity shoot through her; his soft tongue parted her mouth and met hers. His hands now found home on her lower back, and he pulled her tight against his chest. The kiss deepened, and Harry began to lay her back. Y/N quickly accommodated, landing on the pillows and pulling Harry to land on top of her.
Harry’s hand reached her hip, caressing down her thigh. Y/N trembled, feeling his touch. She placed her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. It’s beating fast, a nice reminder that she’s not the only one nervous. Their lips separated, and he looked into her eyes. Staring back at him, she nodded for him to continue.
Y/N had helped by removing most of her clothes, but she left her bra and panties for Harry. He traced a finger lightly over the top of her breast. Y/N pushed her chest out, begging for more, but he continued to take his time. Y/N pushed him to sit up, and she followed shortly after. She grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt, and he lifted it over his arms and head. She peeled it from his body and threw it onto the bedroom floor. Harry reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Y/N let the straps fall from her shoulders, the bra falling onto the bed, long forgotten. Y/N felt her face flush as she bared herself to him. She grinned as he took her in.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”
“Stop it.”
Harry laughs, beckoning her over with a finger. “Come here.”
They’re both kneeling on the bed, his hands on her hips. She puts her arms around his neck, and their chests pressed against one another. Her hands found their way to his shorts, but she made no move to take them off; instead, she stared down at his bulge. She wanted a taste, as always, but he laid her down before she could move down. Her nipples were hard, calling for his attention. He took one in his mouth and sucked gently, then took a slight nibble. Y/N gasped, her hand falling on his shoulder, her nails putting pressure as he moved to do the same to the other one. Y/N’s moans filled the room as Harry focused on her breast; his hand moved down to rub her through her panties.
“Harry, please,” she begged.
He smirked, grabbing the elastic running around her waist. Y/N lifted her hips as he slid the panties off. He threw them on the floor and took in Y/N’s beautiful body. He wanted to kiss her everywhere, but one place was calling his name.
Harry gives Y/N a deep kiss on her lips and moves down her body. A kiss between her breasts, a trail of kisses down her stomach, a gentle kiss on her tattoo, down to her hips. He took a nip off her thighs before slowly beginning to lick Y/N’s pussy. He started slowly, letting Y/N get used to his tongue as he cleaned her up. Y/N’s moan got louder the more he kissed and sucked her juices.
“Fuck, Harry. Please,” she pleaded. “I need more.”
He knew exactly what she needed. Harry slipped a finger inside, moving it in and out as she got accustomed quickly, asking for a second. He was quick to comply, feeling her tense around him. To help her reach her orgasm, he sucked on her clit and curled his fingers, moving them in and out.
Y/N moaned, her thighs tensing around Harry as she came around his fingers. He places gentle kisses on her hips as Y/N comes down from her high. Y/N laughs, running a hand through his curls. “You’re amazing.”
He grins, slowly pulling his fingers out of her. He licks them clean while Y/N watches. Once he’s done, Y/N pulls him in for a kiss, not caring about the taste, simply needing him.
She reaches out for him, “your turn.”
Harry sighs, “Not tonight, baby.”
Y/N pouts. “Please?”
“Promise I’m more than ready. I need to feel you. I want to be close to you.”
Y/N couldn’t say no to that.
Harry discards his shorts and pumps himself spreading his precum over his cock. Y/N moans at the sight in front of her. Harry has always been beautiful, but he looked eternal right now. She can see how thick he is and can’t wait to make love to him. Y/N knows she’s ready for him. He rolled toward the nightstand and reached into the drawer. He pulled out a condom, but Y/N went to stop him before he could open it.
“I’m clean,” she breathed out.
“Y/N,” he starts, but she interrupts him.
“I want it. I’m on birth control. If you want the condom, we can, but this is what I want.” Y/N expressed. “What you want matters too.”
Harry was clean, he had his check-ups, and he was good. There was something so comforting about having the choice together, but his answer was clear: he wanted to feel all of her with nothing in between.
He tossed the condom away. “I’m clean, Beauty. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Y/N laid back down, and Harry positioned himself between her legs. After a silent conversation to check she was okay, he slowly slid inside. He pushed through, and Y/N let out a deep moan. He lowered his body onto hers and held her. He slowly pushed in until the rest of his cock was inside. He stilled, letting Y/N get used to the fullness. Y/N was wet, making it easy for him to pull out and slide back in, but he went in small steps to not overwhelm Y/N.
“I’m ready. Give me more.”
With the okay, he began to thrust in and out, her moans getting louder and longer. It felt so good being this close. Y/N was overwhelmed, but this was everything she wanted. She began to lift her hips into his thrusts, ramming her clit into the hilt of his cock. They rocked together, on and, for what felt like hours.
“Fuck, baby. You were made for me,” he groaned. “My perfect angel.”
Rocking against his every thrust, she ran her nails down his back as he moved faster. She was close to coming. Y/N told him she needed more, just a bit more; he knew exactly what to do as he rubbed his thumb over her clit. She could not contain the shouts and moans as her orgasm rushed through her.
Y/N screamed his name over and over as the feeling of pleasure rushed through her. As Y/N was coming down from the high, she could feel how hard Harry was still and knew they weren’t done. Not that she wanted to be.
She sat up with his help, grabbed his shoulders, and guided him down onto his back. Y/N climbed onto him and straddled his cock. She reached down and guided his cock into her pussy. He slipped in slowly as Y/N took him all in again. She rocked her hips back and forth once she settled on top of him. His hands reached up to rest on her hips. Y/N’s moans urged him to keep going.
“So pretty, rocking on my fucking cock.”
“Harry,” she cried.
Her moans were perfect. Everything he wished for and more.
“Fucking perfect. This cock is all yours. Yours to fuck.”
Harry was filthy in bed, everything she fucking wanted. Yes, it started sweet and romantic, his touches were still gentle and filled with love, but he was fucking her and loving her. Y/N let Harry rock her up and down, allowing him to use her body for his release. Y/N knew no matter what he did, she was going to come with him. Harry helped Y/N lift herself up and down on his cock. Y/N’s eyes were closed, and she moaned softly each time she rocked all the way back.
“So close, baby. So fucking close to coming in you.”
“Fill me up,” she breathed.
Harry felt himself tightening. He couldn’t hold on much longer. He was going to come in Y/N; he was going to fill her up. Y/N kissed him. It was hot, their tongues fighting for dominance, he easily let her win as his hands tangled in her hair, and he fucked into her pushing her to her final orgasm of the night. Harry groaned against her mouth as he let himself go against her walls. Y/N sighed against him as her orgasm ran through her like a wave. She felt light and in love. Y/N had made him wait to be ready, but she knew it was worth it.
He valued her as a person. Her opinions meant something to him. Y/N knew he loved her for who she was as a person, not only her looks.
Y/N parted their lips but didn’t move away. “I love you, Harry. You’re fucking beautiful.”
Harry laughed against her, his cheeks flushed at her gentle words. He squeezed her tight to his chest, kissing her wherever he could: her cheek, neck, shoulder, and lips. “I love love you.”
They held each other, letting warmth wash over them, whispering “I love you” and sweet promises of the future together. It’s everything they wanted and more.
After Harry helped her clean up and took a steaming hot shower together, they settled under the covers, ready to call it a night. Harry had put the TV on, knowing Y/N liked having background noise to fall asleep to, but she wasn’t sleeping. She was content to watch time go by. Harry traced shapes on her bare stomach while she tried to bite back a giggle, though one escaped every few minutes. Her nipples were hard, and if Harry kept going, he would be getting her ready for another round.
“Are you ready for the Gala season?” Y/N asked. “We’ve got the last weeks of winter before you have to share my time.”
“Not going to happen,” he kissed her bare shoulder. “Speaking off, you’ve got dresses arriving from Paris in a few weeks. Called in a few favors, your favorite designers only. A special piece from Daniel Roseberry. I know Schiaparelli is your favorite.”
“What am I going to do with you?” Y/N teased, knowing it was no use fighting against him. It was one of the ways he showed he loved her. There was no stopping him. Plus, this would be something she treasured. She’d look after these dresses, hoping one day to pass them down to the generations in her family.
“Love me?” Harry smiled.
Loving him is the easiest thing she will ever do in life.
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Hii, how are you ❤️ I was thinking about the fanfic you wrote about ghost learning how to tie readers hijab (it's amazing btw ❤️) and I thought omw yk how like muslim families get hectic before Ramadan cuz everyone like keeping the unpaid fasts and preparing the iftaar smaoosas and what not like how do you think ghost would react to that 😭
Hope you're doing well, too! Thank you for the kind words and for reminding me that I also have unpaid fasts lol. Not sure if this is what you had in mind, but there will be more for Ramadan, trust me.
“So, Ramadan is still at least a month away, yeah?” Simon brought up out of nowhere.
You were both in the kitchen. You were not particularly motivated today, but you cooked some food as you were counting the hour down to dusk. Simon was mostly standing around, helping you with your preparation for iftar.
Simon had done his research on the practice of fasting during Ramadan as well as getting educated by you. Apparently, he still had a lot to learn. He knew the basics, he told you he would be learning the specific when the month came by experiencing it first hand. That included the cultural aspect of the experience.
This afternoon, for instance, he insisted on helping you prepare for iftar. He thought you would just be boiling water for tea about fifteen minutes before dusk, but turned out there was so much to do.
Earlier, the two of you had gone out to buy some food for you to break your fast with. Simon was overbuying. He thought, surely you would want to eat a lot after not eating for the whole day, right? He got extra snacks as well, some sweet beverages you like.
“Yeah,” you answered. “We’ll have to go grocery shopping for Ramadan soon before certain things’ prices go up.”
“But, you’re already fasting,” Simon added.
“Well, I’m fasting last year’s fasts,” you said.
Simon looked at you. One of his eyebrows was raised and his head was slightly tipped.
“So, I’m supposed to be fasting for a whole month, right? Maybe twenty eight or twenty nine days a year during the month of Ramadan. I might have not completed the whole month, so I’m doing the fasting I didn’t do last year. Make up for it,” you explained.
Simon hummed in understanding.
“You’ll do it again tomorrow?” Simon asked.
“I plan to, yea,” you nodded.
“I’ll do it with you,” Simon said.
You chuckled.
“You don’t wanna wait until Ramadan?” you asked.
“Call it a test run,” Simon said.
“Really?” you said.
“Yeah, why not?” Simon said.
“Okay,” you said.
“You should’ve woke me up for today,” Simon said.
“Boo, you just arrived last night and you looked very tired,” you sighed. “Besides, the big event is still like… a month away.”
“Don’t get in my way of being a good husband,” Simon said. “I’m already rarely home.”
“Who says you’re not a good husband just because of that?” you replied.
Simon seemed to not be able to hold back a thin smile.
Eventually, you were done preparing the food and drink and you turned to face Simon who was looking at the table before looking at you.
“Are you sure it’s enough food?” Simon asked.
“Trust me, I will drink one thing and I’ll be full,” you chuckled.
“How?” Simon questioned.
“It’s just how things are,” you shrugged.
A pause. Simon looked at his watch.
“It’s still seven minutes away ‘til dusk. What do you usually do?” Simon asked.
“Wait. There’s really nothing else to do,” you answered as you sat down. “You can steal a bite if you want.”
Simon looked at you in disbelief.
“It’s okay,” you insisted. “Sit.”
Simon sat down.
Silence clouded the area for a brief moment.
“So, what do you think?” you asked.
“Doesn’t look so bad so far,” Simon answered.
“Oh, wait until everyone is fasting. I spent a lot of time fasting with a bunch of people who are also fasting. Everyone is much more easily irritated, much lazier,” you chuckled. “Then, they still have to do their day to day work. If you think this experience is going to be serene and peaceful, I’m so sorry.”
“You were pretty serene and peaceful earlier, having no energy whatsoever,” Simon pointed out.
“It will not get more serene and peaceful by the days. When it gets to eid, it will only be trouble,” you smiled.
There was something in the way Simon looked at you. Something he rarely showed. A little bit of excitement.
The second after that, Simon’s watch beeped, your phone allerted you that it was iftar.
“It’s time,” Simon said. “How do you do this?”
You laughed, taking one of the tea filled cups.
“Say a prayer and break your fast,” you answered before you did so.
“Ah,” Simon hummed, watching you do your iftar routine. “You better make me do this with you tomorrow. I could use a bit of practice.”
“You know, it’s gonna be hard, but you’re a tough guy,” you shrugged. “Maybe you don’t need to break your fast in the middle of the day like the kids practicing fasting for when they’re an adult.”
“If you can do it, I can do it,” Simon said. “Because I’m with you.”
“You know, we bought all these sweets and for what?” you sighed.
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do you think d!word girlie is all into her wellness and working out? idk, I picture her as being really into her skincare and pilates etc when she has the time? and maybe she works out with matty sometimes, like maybe she introduces him to some skincare products, or when she’s out he uses some of her bath salts or moisturisers because they smell like her <3
anything to decrease the stress of your job, you're into lmao. i don't think you're necessarily at the gym every day, maybe a couple of times a week when you can, but i see you as being a fan of a daily youtube yoga/pilates/morning and evening stretches (sidenote these are actually p good) sesh. i'm sure i saw someone say on here that doing yoga in matty's house would be so good because it's so calm - that's one of the first things you say when you go over there for the first time for drinks with everyone, and matty chokes on his wine at the thought of you a) casually being in his house, b) casually being in his house in workout gear, and c) casually being in his house in workout gear stretching your body out. and then he feels guilty for thinking that. but he's like "well you can test that theory out whenever you want lol", and you just giggle but internally you spiral a lil bit. you do try it, though, once you start dating, and after matty does his "obligatory boyfriend ogling bit" (his words) he actually joins in; in return, you go to jiu jitsu with him a couple of times, but as we've seen from previous blurbs you're both far too competitive and far too horny to actually progress with it lmfao. the "too horny" thing is also why you and matty only go to the gym together on tour when there's no real other option - he's been yelled at by his pt too many times for looking at you do a spin workout or squats instead of doing his own workouts lmao (and you're no better, staring at him with obvious lust as he does literally anything all sweaty and breathless). but aside from that, you both like going for walks and hiking and stuff, so you do that together with no issues lol.
and skincare/beauty/wellness... let's just say, you are a woman on a decent pay grade (i know they're skint. but this is fiction! either way, i suppose, you have a simpy rich boyf who likes spoiling you, so you have Funds lol) with a space nk loyalty card, and by god do you use it to buy some fancy moisturisers and makeup and fragrance. but also you're a boots girly who loves a garnier sheet mask. duality! i think matty learned about your interest in it pretty quickly - thinking one of your earlier dates as an exclusive couple in a central london restaurant was interrupted by you getting a notification that your click and collect space nk order was in, and you were like "oh i'll pick that up tomorrow", and matty was like "babe we can get it when we leave here lol we might as well if we're nearby". once you collected the order (while you queued, matty test-sprayed all of the perfumes to find out which one you wore so he could buy you it for your birthday lmao) and the two of you were settled with a drink in a nearby bar, matty was like "so. what did you get?" and literally made you do an unboxing for him lmfao; he was so cute, though, genuinely interested in what you were saying about your purchases and asking questions and smelling the body lotions and whatever. you actually bought him a little travel size version of a lotion he loved the scent of, but ever since you guys started properly dating and staying with each other he just steals yours lol. but you don't mind, because he has a really nice shower gel that you always use when you're at his, so it balances out. like you said, it's a comfort thing - you both use each other's things (and the bath salts you reserve for when the two of you have romantic baths together) because they smell like them, and it makes you feel safe. it's the same with you guys and evening skincare, you and matty just love the little rituals you share and time you spend together every night you're both in the same place, and it just feels so cosy and comforting and domestic and sweet <3
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how would ichi make his pp presence known >:)c
nsfw!!! for brittany! self insert so uses ha name and such!
This stupid ass phone. Ichimatsu glares at it, sitting heavy and sweaty in his palms. Why the fuck did he even get this damned thing, his eyes swirl, he can’t breathe, his face is flushed and Ichimatsu’s two seconds from pulling down his boxers and fucking shitting on the table.
All the heat in his body is burning him directly where it sits, heavy in his sweats, urging his palms to attend to his needs.
“I’ve gotten a few dick pics, but never from anyone I’ve liked.”
“What about you, do you have any to send?”
Ichimatsu’s heart is racing. It’s beating so hard that he’s sure you can hear it from your bedroom across town.
What the fuck is he supposed to say? How is Ichimatsu supposed to play this game of 4D chess? What if this is a test? What if you block him immediately after he sends one? What about angles? Lighting? How to make his weird dick not so weird? Ichimatsu got this fucking phone for you, and now you’re going to render it useless because he’s too excited?! You might as well tell him to quit his job too, and kill himself since the punishment you’re asking for in exchange — Ichimatsu’s too inexperienced for this!
Instead he breaks open a shitty little notebook, and scribbles a dick in order to ease the tension. Next time he sees you! Next time, Ichimatsu thinks panting. Next time he’ll let you grip his hair, and force whatever you want on him! He won’t resist, but Ichimatsu needs to be passive so he knows without doubt, that you want Ichimatsu back.
With a click, carefully framed so you see the shadow of Ichimatsu’s true feelings erect on the dingy paper, he sends it over.
“Like what you see?” Ichimatsu asks, already cringing.
“Aw, I wanted to see the real thing.”
“Haha perv. I’ll send you a dick pic.” Another beat passes and Ichimatsu sketches out a more serious version, he even uses his real cock as a reference, when you respond. “Is that what your dick really looks like?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Ichimatsu hopes he gets bonus points. Notice that I used your phrase. I watched that video, I learned it. Praise me.
You don’t reply within a half second, so that’s too slow. The shame eats him away like a moth, he needs an out.
“I gotta go to bed though, see you tomorrow at your place, at 5PM. I’ll be there when you get off work.”
“That’s specific. Good night.”
Ichimatsu’s body pillow is taken out, a rare appearance when he usually reserves it for Christmas related loneliness. He hides in the night to rub himself normal, every time he remembers, then clicks his screen open to let his fantasies return. As many times as Ichimatsu can until he’s exhausted in the morning.
After that it’s a waiting game.
What if you fuck him? Ichimatsu thinks, at the bath house. Then when he’s using his entire allowance to order you food, and when he buys your favorite snacks. When he’s standing in line, thoughts full of cotton candy affection, and having his virgin ass dominated in the most romantic way possible. He keeps remembering the image you sent a while ago, with two girls.
He can’t wait til you tilt his chin and make him drink from the carton of milk.
So when 5PM rolls around, Ichimatsu stands outside of your door when 4:59 becomes 5 exactly when he knocks.
You open the door fairly quickly, right when Ichimatsu’s knocking transitions to banging on the frame. The second he sees your face, Ichimatsu melts.
“Right on time.” You smile before commenting, “You nearly scared me half to death. I was wondering who was hitting my door like that. I was gonna call the cops!”
Ichimatsu swallows, then opens his mouth, then swallows again. “Sorry.”
“Alright, don’t do it again.” You exit your house, pushing right into Ichimatsu’s space. “Let’s go,”
“…Go where?”
“Gotta pick up groceries.”
That’s how Ichimatsu ends up riding shotgun in your SUV, thinking on repeat “Touch me, Brittany. Touch me.” In semi-patient anticipation.
He’s pushing the cart, hoping to remind you of last nights conversation even though it seems like you’ve forgotten it. Ah…a banana?
Ichimatsu watches you weigh a bunch. He plucks a random one after you set it in the cart. “It’s kinda like…”
His fingers wrap around the fruit like he was about to play with himself, “But not this length…”
Does that give him a pass? Is that flirting? Is that good enough? Do you hate him?
The expression on your face ignites Ichimatsu from head to toe, he can’t look at you too long or else he’ll combust.
He can’t speak for the rest of the trip, instead Ichimatsu’s tongue wants to swallow itself. So he dissociates until Ichimatsu’s helped put up all your food, until he’s eating the lunch you brought over, until you pragmatically hand him a toothbrush, until he’s spitting out the mouthwash, and until his hands are braced on your hips - wait, this is good place to start paying attention again!
Ichimatsu’s pressed back against your bathroom counter, and you’re kissing his neck feverishly. “That feels nice.” He sighs, he’s holding onto you for dear life while your body contours between his thighs.
“I just want to prepare you though,” Ichimatsu mumbles out mid moan, god you’re gripping his hair in order to access his throat. You teeth graze against his shivering neck, “It’s actually not that great.”
Your hand slips down to feel Ichimatsu through the fabric of his sweatpants.
“My dick, that is.” He loves you.
“So keep that in mind, don’t get disappointed.” Your smile is so bewitching, when you return to kiss Ichimatsu on the lips. You only say three words in between breaths, “I won’t be.”
“You say that now.”
You slowly begin to sink to your knees, and Ichimatsu keeps his mouth shut when you pull his waistband down.
#roros requests#roros fics#i got another one of these from brittany for all of em#brichi#ichimatsu x reader
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'Black Wedding' Story Event: Chapter 2
Roger's Route
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The tests we were put through were surprisingly predictable.
I answered their questions smoothly, just like how Roger and I had planned.
(So far so good.)
Believer: It is understood that the two of you are very in love with each other.
(We did it!)
Believer: And now, for the last part, a promise kiss.
(— What.)
Roger: Young lady, face this way.
Roger grabbed my shoulders with his large hands.
(If we don’t kiss, they’ll suspect that we’re lying. But…)
While I panicked internally, I felt a kiss on my forehead.
(...!)
Roger: My lover’s a shy woman. I’d appreciate it if you would let this one slide.
Roger: I’ll give her plenty of kisses at night after this. When it’s just the two of us alone, of course.
Roger’s genuine smile was the first I had ever seen, and the believer got excited.
Believer: It’s a wonderful thing to care about the feelings of the one you love! You have now been acknowledged as a couple.
Believer: The wedding ceremony will be held here tomorrow morning. Until then, you are free to spend your time here as you please.
(That’s a good thing, but that might interfere with our mission.)
There was still information we needed to explore Amour in order to find out.
(Right…)
Kate: If it’s possible, could you let us do some volunteer work?
Kate: I’d like to be of service to you, as you’ve acknowledged our love…
Roger: …
Believer: That would be great! Please, do lend me a hand.
It would be much easier for us to enter restricted areas by saying it was for volunteer work.
(Was it selfish of me to do something without discussing it with Roger beforehand?)
I glanced at Roger and he gave me a smile that seemed to be him telling me “good job”.
(He’s smiling at me. This… makes me kind of happy.)
After watching the believer leave, I said to Roger in a whisper.
Kate: … Thank you for caring about my feelings just now.
Roger: I just didn't want you to shove me away. Look a little sexier next time, yeah?
(Wha…!)
But despite the tone of his speech, his hand caressing my head felt somewhat gentle.
(... Seriously, being with Roger really throws me off.)
…
— Roger returned after taking some time off from volunteer work to go investigate.
We made eye contact, careful not to draw too much attention to ourselves.
Kate: Did you manage to find anything?
Roger: Yeah, I was able to "hear" a lot of things while walking around.
Roger’s curse gave him extraordinary hearing abilities, allowing him to hear anything within a 100 yard radius.
Roger: This is how the serial killings were committed. Sleeping pills were snuck into the wine served to the couples during the wedding ceremony, and then they were killed while unconscious.
Roger: As per the previous investigation, the main culprit is indeed the man who calls himself the Leader.
Roger: The bodies of the victims are stored in the basement.
The solid evidence made my heart ache.
Kate: I want to think that the Leader committed those murders all by himself, but… it’s hard to do so.
(There would've definitely been someone who would notice that the couples disappeared.)
Roger: Yeah, although the believers aren't directly involved in the murders, they silently condone it.
Kate: Why…
Roger: They believe that it’s salvation, not sin.
Kate: … Is that really the case?
Roger: Perhaps something serious happened that caused them to feel hopeless and end up this way.
Kate: … Hopeless?
Roger: Feeling hopeless can easily kill a person’s heart. They will then desperately cling to something for survival.
Roger: Regardless of how messed up that “something” is.
Roger: Just because a person’s heart is beating, it doesn't mean that they're living.
The way Roger spoke sounded like he understood that very well… no, it was like he had experienced it himself.
As I listened to him speak, the words naturally came out of my mouth.
Kate: Have you…
Kate: … Ever felt hopeless?
Roger: …
Roger: No. I was unfortunately born with strong physical and mental strength.
Kate: Fufufu, that’s very like you.
Roger: Right?
Saying “that’s very like you” felt like the most appropriate response at that time.
(Roger is a strong man. As he had said so himself, he’s strong both physically and mentally.)
Ever since we met, I never once saw him waver or hesitate.
My impression of Roger was that he was an egoist who lived according to his own set of beliefs.
(But… are there really people who are strong from the very beginning?)
(If, by any chance, it's because he has no other choice…)
— Was there anything I could do for him?
(I’m acting as if I want to be helpful to him…)
…
After sunset, we went to our room and I saw a large box on the bed.
Kate: What's that box?
Roger: Judging from its size and shape— it’s a bomb.
Kate: A bomb…!?
Roger: Pfft, hahaha! Just kidding, just kidding. It’s a present I got for you. Go ahead and open it.
(Geez… that was a bad joke.)
I opened up the box and inside it was— a jet black wedding dress.
Roger: I ordered it in advance and had it delivered here. Victor recommended the shop to me.
Kate: Why did you prepare this for me?
Roger: If your dress is black, the stains won’t be obvious if you get blood on it, right?
Kate: I figured as much. But I wasn't asking about the colour, I was asking the reason why you prepared the dress.
Roger: … The reason, huh.
Roger: Kate, you’re the fairytale writer.
(Huh…)
Roger: You’ve also been helping me with my work, and earlier on you came up with the idea of having us do volunteer work to help with our investigation.
Roger: You’ve learnt how to think for yourself and stand on your own feet. This is your reward for that.
Roger: Your current self can surely pull off that jet black wedding dress.
The unexpected reason took me by surprise, I was at a loss for words.
Kate: Thank… you…
Kate: Um… I’ll go try it on to see if the size fits.
…
Holding the dress in my arms, I went out into the hallway and exhaled.
(I didn't expect to be rewarded this way for my efforts.)
I was so happy that I felt like I was about to cry.
Compared to back when I first started as a fairytale writer, I had indeed become more capable of thinking for myself.
That was because although Roger was egotistical and often toyed with me, he was there for me to help me whenever I faced problems.
He was always watching me change.
(Oh, that’s right…)
(I want to become someone who can help Roger, just like he has always been helping me.)
Roger almost never shows it when he’s unhappy, so I wanted to be someone he could lean on whenever he’s unhappy.
I didn't know what kind of feeling that was yet.
…
And so, it was time for our pretend wedding.
In the chapel, wearing my black wedding dress, I was with Roger and the believers.
Also—
(This kind looking man is the Leader, the man behind all the murders.)
The man who introduced himself as the Leader stood at the altar, looking down at us with a merciful gaze.
Leader: Your love has been recognised, and you shall be granted eternal love. Now, please say your vows—
Roger: It’s not good to say our vows while lying at the same time, right, Kate?
Kate: Yes, I think so too.
Believers: … Ugh!
The believers suddenly collapsed to the ground on the spot, one after another.
Just like dominoes.
Leader: What on earth… is going on…
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"The day my father died, I was at the grocery store buying bananas. I remember thinking to myself, “This is insane. Your dad just died. Why the h*** are you buying bananas?” But we needed bananas. We’d be waking up for breakfast tomorrow morning, and there wouldn’t be any bananas—so there I was.
And lots of other stuff still needed doing too, so over the coming days I would navigate parking lots, wait in restaurant lines, and sit on park benches; pushing back tears, fighting to stay upright, and in general always being seconds from a total, blubbering, room-clearing freak out. I wanted to wear a sign that said: I JUST LOST MY DAD. PLEASE GO EASY.
Unless anyone passing by looked deeply into my bloodshot eyes or noticed the occasional break in my voice and thought enough to ask, it’s not like they’d have known what’s happening inside me or around me. They wouldn’t have had any idea of the gaping sinkhole that had just opened up and swallowed the normal life of the guy next to them in the produce section.
And while I didn’t want to physically wear my actual circumstances on my chest, it probably would have caused people around me to give me space or speak softer or move more carefully,—and it might have made the impossible, almost bearable.
Everyone around you; the people you share the grocery store line with, pass in traffic, sit next to at work, encounter on social media, and see across the kitchen table—are all experiencing the collateral damage of living. They are all grieving someone, missing someone, worried about someone. Their marriages are crumbling or their mortgage payment is late or they’re waiting on their child’s test results, or they’re getting bananas five years after a death and still pushing back tears because the loss feels as real as it did that first day.
Every single human being you pass by today is fighting to find peace and to push back fear; to get through their daily tasks without breaking down in front of the bananas or in the carpool line or at the post office. Maybe they aren’t mourning the sudden, tragic passing of a parent, but wounded, exhausted, pain-ravaged people are everywhere, everyday stumbling all around us—and yet most of the time we’re fairly oblivious to them:
- Parents whose children are terminally ill.
- Couples in the middle of divorce.
- People grieving loss of loved ones and relationships.
- Kids being bullied at school.
- Teenagers who want to end their lives.
- People marking the anniversary of a death.
- Parents worried about their depressed teenager.
- Spouses whose partners are deployed in combat.
- Families with no idea how to keep the lights on.
- Single parents with little help and little sleep.
Everyone is grieving and worried and fearful, and yet none of them wear the signs, none of them have labels, and none of them come with written warnings reading, I’M STRUGGLING. GO EASY.
And since they don’t, it’s up to you and me to look more closely and more deeply at everyone around us: at work or at the gas station or in the produce section, and to never assume they aren’t all just hanging by a thread. Because most people are hanging by a thread—and our simple kindness can be that thread. We need to remind ourselves just how hard the hidden stories around us might be, and to approach each person as a delicate, breakable, invaluable treasure—and to handle them with care.
As you make your way through the world today, people won’t be wearing signs to announce their mourning or to alert you to the attrition or to broadcast how terrified they are—but if you look with the right eyes, you’ll see the signs. There are grieving people all around you. Go easy."
John Pavlovitz
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Drowning in thought
Bucky x female reader
Synopsis: It feels as if your anxiety has been consuming you. Although you think you’ve hidden well, Bucky can sense something is wrong.
Warnings: ANGST?, panic attack, the bold letters are readers thoughts (LET ME KNOW IT I MISSED ANYTHING)
PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS MAY TRIGGER YOU
Word Count: 1,474
a/n: I don’t know what this is but I really needed it. Wrote it yesterday just finished it. Anxiety isn’t easy or pretty. It can devour you from the inside. Everyone experiences these things differently and maybe this will help someone out there. If you need some to talk to I’ll be here.
p.s: This is my first official post for Bucky. Please be gentle. Also I might write more but this is a test. Also, the Gifs aren’t mine.
It had been some time since you felt like the weight of the world was crushing you. Somehow this week had passed by so quickly you didn’t remember anything that happened but at the same time so slowly you felt like you were falling into an abyss. Normally you had trouble falling asleep but this week was one of the worst. Most of the time you could handle the voices in your head but not today. You didn’t know what was worse when the voices were so low it let your mind wander into possibilities or when it felt like the voices in your head were on speakers and your head pounded.
The first time it got really bad that week you grabbed your car keys and went for a midnight drive hoping to clear your head with no success. The second time you were sitting on the roof reading when you suddenly looked at the edge and thought
What if I just jumped?
You got up startled and ran back to your room and your mind is raced
What the hell was that? What’s wrong with you?! You have a great life! Geez why are you being so ungrateful! What’s wrong with you?! Stop being so weak!
After a while you calmed down and tried to go back to reading. You were holding a book in your hands but your thoughts were still racing when Bucky walked in.
“Hey“
“Hey“ you say sounding dazed
“Just got back from the mission. You ready for movie night?“ he says wiggling his eyebrows
You force a smile on your face
“Actually I think i’m just gonna catch up on reading and knock out. Tell the team I’ll see them tomorrow“
Stop making a big deal out of it! He doesn’t care. Don’t burden him with your problems. He does care! Are you sure? What if you’re wrong?
“Okay“ he furrows his eyebrows looking concerned
“Love you“ you say as he’s walking out
“Love you too doll“
When the door shuts you drop the smile.
Slowly you distance yourself from the team but you made sure to plaster a smile on your face if they thought something was wrong and made sure to come out of your room if they got worried. It’s been 2 months and everyone was buying the act. Until recently one person felt like something was off. One person.
Bucky
You were in bed trying to work while listening to music. But everything just felt like too much work. Even breathing felt like a chore. Suddenly you felt someone gently pull out your earphones. When you look up you see Bucky, sitting on the bed near your legs
“Your gonna burst your eardrums doll” he says so softly like he’s afraid to startle you
The music was blasting so loud through the earbuds.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize it was that loud“
Placing the laptop closed on the desk and sitting back down he says
“I can tell, you’ve been doing a lot of zoning out recently.“
You stay silent hoping that if you say nothing he’ll change the subject.
“What’s going on in that brilliant little mind of yours?“
Brilliant? Yeah right
“Nothing“ you shake your head, feeling a knot form in your throat
“You know, you can talk to me right?“
You nod, feeling the pressure of tears threatening to come out
“So talk to me doll, What’s wrong?“
You look down squeezing your eyes shut trying not to cry
Weak
“Nothings wrong buck I’m okay” You whisper, tears spilling out
“You say that, but your crying doll“
“I’m okay“
He lifts your chin up “You keep saying that but your shaking y/n“
Suddenly that’s it, he’s holding you and your crying
“I can’t bucky I- I feel like i’m floating in the ocean with a straight jacket on, staring into darkness“
“How long has this been going on?“
“2 months?“ you say unsure
“Why didn’t you say anything?“
Burden
“I didn’t want to bother you“
“You could never bother me doll“ he says wiping the tears streaming down your face, away
“I feel so helpless Buck“
“Talk to me“
“I never know when the wave is gonna hit and how long the flood of emotions will last. Most of the time I’m just numb. Usually I’m just going through the motions. I’m genuinely happy when I’m with you or the rest of the team but even then sometimes I just can’t. Sometimes my thoughts tune everything out and sometimes I can’t handle it. I hate that I overthink so much, that my mind is a mess but I can’t stop it or control it.”
He walks over to the opposite side of the bed and lays down, patting the spot next to him “Over here, lay down next to me“
You snuggle next to him, your head under his chin and your arm around his waist. He pulls a blanket over you both and holds you tight.
”I always feel like I’m never good enough. I know you think I have so much confidence but there’s always this voice in the back of my head telling me I’m not good enough and that no one really cares.”
“Y/N, we all care. If the whole team is too many people to keep track of and it starts to cast doubt into your head, just know I know I care“
He kisses your forehead and you snuggle closer to him.
“No more talking please?”
Sensing you must be worn out from all the emotions he replies “Okay, need anything else?“
“Just hold me?“
“Anything for you doll“
You slowly drift to sleep as the flood of emotions wipes you out but it doesn’t last. You dream of nothing and wake up too soon making you feel like you never feel asleep in the first place. You open your eyes and notice Bucky is sound asleep next to you.
How is it possible to love someone so much?
Every time you see him your heart does somersaults and backflips.
I love you. What if I’m not good enough for you?
Quietly getting up from the bed you tiptoe to the restroom that’s joined to your room and splash water on your face. You look in the mirror and suddenly you start shaking. You hold onto the sink for balance and try to relax with no success. Your breathing becomes heavy and your eyes tear up making your vision blurry
“Can’t you just leave me alone?!” you say looking up talking to an invisible force
Not shortly after, you hear the restroom door open and Bucky walks up to you. He was getting up to look for you but he heard labored breathing and short sobs coming out of the restroom. He wants to hold you and tell you everything will be okay but he needs to calm you down first.
“Hey, doll look at me“
“Bucky?“ You whisper looking up
Shit! I woke him up.
“Hey“
“I’m sorry“ you say, your voice cracking
“Nothing to be sorry ‘bout doll“
“Wo-ke you up“ you say trying to catch your breath
“Like I said doll you have nothing to be sorry for. Try and match my breathing or do the 444 method“
“God I’m so weak, Bucky. I can’t even handle my thoughts. I complain about how I’m feeling but I’ve got a great life.”
“Just breathe for me doll“
You try to slowly exhale all of your air out. It comes out shaky, but bucky is there to help and you try again.
When you eventually get your breathing back to normal, Bucky hugs you and says “Y/N, I want you to know you’re not complaining, It’s how you feel. Like you said, you can’t control how you feel“
“I hate feeling like this“
“It’ll be okay, i got you” he says placing your hair behind your ear
“It might never be okay“ you whisper
“Maybe but I’ll be here though it all doll. I promise you don't have to worry 'bout me leaving. If it ever feels like your being crushed and you need help carrying the weight you got me by your side. Don't let it break you down“
“Thanks“
You guys walk back to the bedroom
“I love you and I’ll always be here, no matter what”
“Love you too”
“I'm with you for it all, the laughing, the crying, everything. Even the banter the team thinks is cute and makes me seem soft.”
“You forgot the messing with Sam“ You say letting out a little laugh
“There she is“
“Your are such a dork“
“You love me anyway“
“That’ll never gonna change“
“Neither will my love for you“
“How much love?“
“Loads. More than you’ll ever know”
“You trying to start a war that you can’t win, Barnes?“
#bucky x y/n#bucky x f!reader#bucky x female reader#bucky barnes#bucky x y/n anxiety#bucky barnes angst#bucky barnes fluff#angst#anxeity#fictional-mind21
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Weekly Update March 8, 2024
I didn’t do as much as I had hoped over spring break due to still being sleep deprived, but tomorrow and the next night I should be able to catch up. I’m making a good deal of progress on stuff.
I figured out animation with Clip Studio enough to make a little gif of Romeo playing piano, to go along with his theme. I’m really happy with how it came out. That’s the biggest song I have ready, but I’m really close on another (unless I decide to get more ambitious, which I might), and I do have a smaller one scheduled to go up Tuesday. I’m feeling surprisingly good about music.
The main problem I’m having is kind of a ‘just finish it’ thing, where I’m just not motivated to go record melodies or melody parts for whatever reason. That’s what’s holding back a couple pieces now, but I’m hoping that I can do some tonight or tomorrow. I’m thinking tonight because I got hit with inspiration for another character theme melody, and I don’t want to lose it while I sleep tonight, but I’d feel bad starting in that when another character theme and some other miscellaneous pieces are also awaiting melodies and recordings. I’d like to knock a whole bunch out tonight, because theoretically they shouldn’t be that bad, the annoying part is dressing them up for use which doesn’t need to be done tonight. Im not sure if I want to tonight because I also want to draw, at a minimum I’ll record that character theme melody.
The other big music thing is a vocaloid cover of a song that I’m using to test out how vocaloid works. I got the audio back from the friend with the voicebanks, and it sounds a lot better than expected! There’s a couple things I do want to tweak, but I don’t think I’d be able to do it from within the program, it’ll probably be more me fiddling with the wav file. Idk song is going surprisingly well, shouldn’t be very complicated to round up instruments, I already got all the plugins set up it’s just a matter of recording. I’ve also managed to find a guy in my area who offers Guitar lessons for cheap, which I’ve been taking and I do think the two I’ve been to are helping. Maybe if I get really brazen I can record organic guitar instead of using a vst, since it should be mostly or entirely power chords, but it’s not the end of the world if I can’t.
I do want to figure out visuals to go with it. I was a little hesitant to really put in a big effort with it, until I heard that buying a license for cover rights is ‘not actually that expensive’. I don’t know if that means 10 or 200 bucks but worst case I can hold onto it until I’m comfortable enough to drop money if it’s really that expensive. I’d like to do a simple music video with the vocaloid character, since the original song’s video is also really simple, although I need to figure out character design. Might throw a few together and put up a poll.
I’ve been trying to get more drawing stuff done too, some miscellaneous animations mostly. I’m really trying to push myself to finish up the timings I need for my commission sheet, and honestly I’m pretty close. I feel bad because I probably will have to increase prices after all, but I’m also offering other options, which can still be cheap. I’m trying not to undercut myself for my level of work, but art commissions are so expensive that I don’t want to be overcharging either. Most of the comms I have done have come with tips, so I guess people are willing to pay a bit more than I was charging anyway, but even then I don’t want to crank the prices high just because a few people are willing to pay more. I’m charging based on time, I just need to sort out how long things take.
Final point, comic writing/thumbnailing is going well, I’m at 25.5/32. Unsure how bad editing is going to be, but I’m kinda editing as I go along so I don’t anticipate it’ll be that bad. I’m expecting to be able to actually start making pages soon. What comes next could either be a continuation or a pitch for the other story. I get more questions about the other story, so I’m tempted, but I also feel like it’s a harder sell than the first. Whatever I need to finish the first one first, and that’s what I’ll do.
I’m still messed up on sleep and flareups are also picking up pretty bad, but only in the mornings, so I bet if I get more sleep they’ll go away too. Either way I do have a consult for the next surgery to deal with that in a couple months, so I should hopefully be okay. Plan tonight is to either draw some more or record some stuff
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OMG imagine this: El finds there aren't any Eggos at home so of course she's all upset and maybe a bit grumpy (since Eggos are her morning coffee) and Will, being the sweetheart that he is, manifests a whole bunch of them. Just imagine the way her face would light up. Just imagine the small innocent chuckle Will would let out while being hugged tightly by his sister. *Insert the Kermit with the breathing mask pic or something* 😭😭😭😭
Hehhh, this has spurred an idea.
It's a bit after the finale and they're all aware of Will's powers. The Byers/Hopper family (Boppers? Byoppers? HmmmMmMM) ANYWAY, they've settled in a new place, protected once again by Owens and his side of the government. They retain a sense of normalcy.
But, as we know, the Byers/Hopper family is not a normal family. Now that the danger has passed, El has gained a great interest in Will's abilities that helped her save the day. Every opportunity she gets, she tries to get him to test them out little by little and see his limits, but he's very resistant.
But then an emergency happens. They are out of Eggos. She has o money and Jonathan, Joyce, AND Hopper are currently out. Of course, there's only one solution to this.
"Please Will, it's only some Eggos."
"Yeah, it's just Eggos. We can wait and get some tomorrow??"
"I can't WAIT until tomorrow. I will have nothing to eat for midnight snack OR breakfast."
"El please..." Will was trying to concentrate on a doodle. She observed all the crumbled up paper around him, frustration evident in his slumped posture.
"Will, please." She mimicked in a similar tone. "It will be your practice for the week. I will share them with you AND it might help you come up with new art ideas." Will gave her a look. She knew that Will hated eggos so he didn't want to share. Never mind the silly thought that manifesting her a box of eggos would somehow inspire him.
"If you do this for me, I won't ask for the rest of the week. I promise. I... pinky promise," she added. Holding up her finger towards him. It was a silly little habit they developed. The pinky did not guarantee the promise would go unbroken, but it was a nice gesture.
"... Fine..." Will hesitantly locked his pinky with hers.
"Don't worry, I'll be with you the whole time."
Will and El sat across the table from one another. As usual, he looked anxious. She reached across, reassuringly patting his hand.
Since the final battle, Will tried to convince himself he didn't have powers. 'It was just the Upside Down' he told himself and his friends. But El knew better. It took weeks to coax him to try it in the real world. A simple test, create a new paintbrush. One of the ones they couldn't afford to buy. A really fancy one.
It was a ridiculous use of such a power, but it worked. It also made Will sick for three days, just like it took him weeks to recover after the final battle. Using his power drained him, but it was only because he wasn't used to them yet. She was sure if he used them more, he wouldn't get so exhausted after just once use.
"Now, close your eyes." El instructed him.
"I know I know."
"Imagine the Eggo box... homestyle flavor... eight count."
The television across the room flickered, harshly switching between the show Will was absently watching and static.
"... Actually... we can save time... if you imagine two or three Eggo boxes," she added quietly. If Will could rearrange the entire Upside Down, a couple of boxes of Eggos shouldn't be that big of a deal.
"Imagine... when you're stronger... IF you get stronger... you could fill the whole house with Eggos. I wonder how many boxes that would be... 100 boxes? 200? Oh... maybe 1000? 2000? Oh... a million! We could fill the entire basement and the upstairs." El chuckled." We wouldn't have to buy Eggos ever again. But I guess we wouldn't be able to mov-"
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When Joyce arrived home, she was greeted with an awful scene. Police, fire trucks, and an ambulance were parked haphazardly outside their home. An entire crowd had gathered, it looked like a disaster struck.
A disaster did strike.
She knew what happened the minute she saw Eggo boxes streaming from their broken windows and the front door. It didn't take long for her to find the culprits in the ambulance. El sat guiltily on the bench while Will was strapped to a gurney with a mask over his face.
"We think... a shipment must've fallen from an airplane..." The officer told her.
"Yes... of course. That makes sense," she lied, glancing sternly over at El and Will still in the ambulance. How in the hell is Owens going to cover up this mess? She pondered.
#stranger things#will byers#el hopper#fanfiction#headcanon#yeah so El accidently puts too many thoughts in Will's head as he concentrates and BOOM#my content#NO FLUFF HERE WE GET SOME DISASTER TWINS#YEAHHHHH#ask
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wisteria sneak peek?
I got you, anon!
“Is this a joke?”
“Do I look like I’m joking?” Eddie scoffs, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground. He glances at the guy’s letterman jacket, then back up to his eyes. “This isn’t the same shit as before. It’s a lot stronger. Thirty-five is my final offer. Take it or leave it, man.”
“Derry said he got it for thirty.” The jock crosses his arms and frowns. Too bad. Being pissy won’t change anything. “Why am I getting charged more?”
“Derry needs to learn to shut the hell up before he gets cut. I just got this in, so none of your little friends tried it yet. The last stuff was some mid-grade bud, but this…” His ringed fingers tap against the old pail. “This is top-shelf dank. Makes the grass you had seem like reggie. It can easily go for forty-five. Maybe even more. I’m giving you a deal here, dude.”
Callihan stares at the pail, mulling it over. It’s a waste of time. They both know he’s gonna buy it. These guys don’t have any other options for getting weed. Not in this dump of a town. Plenty of the small-time dealers were scared off after Powell became the police chief and worked overtime to prove he could fill the role Hopper left behind.
‘C’mon, man. Make up your damn mind. I got other crap to do.’
“Alright. If it’s as good as you say, then I’ll take a half. Do you have the little guys, too? Got a big test coming up and I need to focus.”
“Yeah, I gotcha.” It’s the same every time. After counting the cash twice, he gives him the goods so they can part ways. “Just a heads up, it's a creeper. Don’t be surprised if it suddenly knocks you on your ass.”
“Okay. See you later.” Callihan says absentmindedly, looking around the long-abandoned parking lot in case anyone passes by. They’re all like this. Totally paranoid that someone might see them doing a deal. Committing a crime. It would completely ruin them. He shoves the bags and bottle into a pocket inside his jacket before taking off toward his own car. All the while turning his head every which way like he’s expecting the five-o to suddenly show up.
These morons apparently don't understand that it looks way more suspicious when they act all sketchy. Even when he tells them to be cool. It’s like they can’t help it. The places they meet to do a trade-off are safe. That’s the point. After all, if something happens, he is the one who’s most fucked. His ass will go to jail while their parents do whatever it takes to get them out of trouble.
He sighs and stuffs the money into a pocket when a drop lands on his nose. Looking up toward the sky, he groans in annoyance at the thick, dark clouds rolling in. She was right. The weather’s supposed to get real nasty tonight. It’s already starting to spit.
“Shit.” That took up too much time. He quickly hops in the van and peels out of the parking lot. This is cutting it close. It’s messed up to make Chrissy stand out in the rain after getting her to agree to come.
‘I should have enough now.’
His lips curl up at that. There’s one good thing about being a dealer in a place like Hawkins. If he’s strapped for cash, it’s easy to just charge a little more to make it up. Where else are they gonna go? That leaves it all up to his discretion. Selling to a well-off asshole? Well, that quarter that normally goes for twenty-five now costs ten bucks more.
‘I’ll get it tomorrow.’
It doesn’t take long to get to the ritzy section from there. The van takes a sharp turn onto Douglas and keeps going until the familiar spot comes into view. Thanks to daddy big bucks coming home, he has to go back to sitting at the corner of Roseline. No more pulling up in front of their house.
Eddie glances at the time before sitting up to mess with his hair in the mirror. There’s a few minutes to kill. Oddly enough, he has the same jittery energy coursing through him just like the first time they met up here. They saw each other only a couple of hours ago, but he’s already excited to hang out with her again.
‘What a friggin’ loser.’
Tap, tap, tap.
“C-Christ!” He jolts, almost tearing out a knot when someone knocks on the window. It’s Chrissy, waving at him from under an umbrella with a bright smile. The rain is picking up. Reaching across the seat, he quickly opens the door for her to get in. “I was about to hop out to meet you.”
“That’s okay.” She says sweetly, climbing in and shaking the umbrella out before closing it up. The first thing he notices is her hair. It’s down in loose curls with the bangs teased out. A do he’s suddenly a big fan of. “So, how does this work? Do you have to pick the guys up first or are we meeting them there?”
“I, uh…” That’s a different outfit than the one from earlier. A thin white blouse tucked into high-rise jeans. She left a few buttons undone, giving him a view of the ‘86 necklace, and going down low enough to show off a little cleavage. That’s not the problem though. “We’re going… somewhere.”
‘Holy shit! I can see her nipples poking right through that flimsy ass shirt. Is she not wearing a bra?’
“I know? That’s why I’m here.” The cheerleader raises a thin brow at him, clearly confused by the response. But he barely hears it. His eyes stay locked on the small peaks aimed in his direction, even as she rubs her arms to warm up. That only makes it worse by pushing her tits together. Now he’s on fire and might have to toss himself out into the rain to cool off. “...What are you staring at?”
“Crap.” Eddie’s finally able to tear his gaze away when she quickly covers her chest. Oh, no. The accusatory look he’s getting says it all. “They started it. If something stares at me, I stare right back.”
“Eddie!”
#anon#asks#thanks!#my writing#hellcheer#eddie munson#chrissy cunningham#not finished editing#Eddie's hustling jocks to get extra cash just to buy something for Chrissy#they're about to go to The Hideout#eddissy#stranger things#wisteria
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─🏀─ Slam Dunk : sakuragi hanamichi celebrating haruko's birthday
⸝⸝ summary : title says all, a little fanfic about sakuragi giving haruko a homemade (and delicious) birthday present !
⸝⸝ note : t'was my own birthday a week ago ! turned one year older and now my bones are crumbling to dust as we speak /j also, first-ever time writing for him, so i might edit this as time goes on !
poor thing doesn't know what to give haruko at first. he'll try to ask his friends for ideas but to be honest they weren't much help (god forbid hanamichi gifts her cheap jewelry or plain clothing or a dollhouse-). so after the usual distribution of headbutts for such bad suggestions, mito had the brilliant idea to make hanamichi gift her a home-cooked bento.
and of course, hanamichi took that idea as his own and dragged the others into the nearest market for fresh ingredients. they pooled all the money they could find in their pockets and threatened bargained the store owners into letting them buy it for cheap and walked out with a bag full of vegetables and meat.
at home, the five friends got to work, teaching hanamichi how to make the perfect bento - they instructed hanamichi how to boil an egg without burning the stove; they taught hanamichi how to fry sausages without turning his fingers into soot; they helped hanamichi cook the rice without busting the electric cooker.
"the genius doesn't need anyone teaching him how to cook !" - hanamichi, as his pan starts smoking and flames start appearing.
when the practice-bento was finished, everyone crowded around it for the taste test. admittedly, the potatoes were undercooked and the meat still a bit hard to chew, but for hanamichi's first time cooking a full meal, it was a damn good first try.
look, you can't look at me in the eye and tell me hanamichi doesn't live on cupped ramen and packed food from the local convenience store -
tomorrow arrives - haruko’s birthday.
hanamichi is up before the sun even rose, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he watches over the boiling eggs and the rice bubbling on the cooker.
twice he forgot his friends' instructions and panicked (was it two teaspoons of soy sauce or three?), but he still managed to get it cooked and arranged in a neat little bento box.
steaming, shiny rice goes in one corner, sausages and meatballs go into another; boiled potatoes and eggs cluster together in a little square of warmth and homemade sweet-and-sour sauce sits delicately in its own little place.
so he goes off to school, haruko’s bento box wrapped in a thick, red-gingham patterned cloth.
everything that day seems to pass by in a whirlwind - one moment he and the sakuragi squad was laughing and joking on the train, the next the bell was already ringing for the school lunch.
he was out of his seat before anybody else could exit, and found haruko walking out of her own classroom, laughing with matsui and fijii and then smiling as she spots him.
"hi, hanamichi !" she says, and hanamichi's heart melts into a gooey puddle on the floor. "is that your lunch?" she asks, nodding to the bento box he was holding.
"u-uh, no," he says gruffly, and he bows to her with the bento box outstretched in his hands. "it's for you, happy birthday haruko." even when bowing she can see the intense red blush spreading across his cheeks.
haruko beams, and she takes the bento, admiring the warmth it emitted. hanamichi straightens up. "did you cook this yourself?" she asks, a smile playing around her lips. hanamichi nods.
she beams even wider, her smile as bright as the sun, warm enough to melt even the coldest of hearts. "thank you," she says, and she stands on her tiptoes and gives hanamichi a soft peck on the cheek.
streamers and confetti and the loud, celebratory noise of a party popper erupts from the end of the corridor ; matsui and fijii’s jaws dropped.
hanamichi is shocked. he touches the spot where haruko’s lips met his cheek and opens his mouth to say something, but before he could, the sakuragi squad jumps up from behind him, laughing and patting him on the back.
"congratulations, hanamichi !" "so our all-nighter didn't go to waste !" "hey hey, haruko, didn't you know he almost burned the kitchen last night-"
"SHUT UP !" hanamichi manages to shout, and he gives his four friends a strong headbutt. haruko laughs ; she always did love their weird little antics.
"d-do you like it?" hanamichi asks, his demeanor so different from how he was acting just a second earlier. haruko shrugs. "not sure, want to eat lunch with me and know how it tastes?"
sakuragi squad jumps straight up, shouting at hanamichi to go with her amidst laughter. matsui and fijii gasps out loud and giggles.
"alright, then," he says, blushing intensely as she slips her arm around his. he looks back at his friends as the two of them walk, and sends a dashing grin and a thumbs up.
#୨୧ solari-writes ! ₊˚#sakuragi hanamichi#sakuragi hanamichi headcanons#sakuragi hanamichi fanfiction#haruko akagi#akagi haruko#slam dunk anime#slam dunk fanfictions#slam dunk headcanons
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Writing under the cut.
Inspired by the one message you get from Sampo in-game. I had to look up all the different answers he gives to your response, to properly compile this together.
Not beta read, we die with our fuck-ups like Cocolia-
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"Ah, my little gem, I've been thinking..."
Sampo's serious tone trailed off as he leaned against the door frame. You looked over your shoulder at him, brows furrowed. Serious was not normal for the usually jovial jokester.
He was looking at the ground as he continued to speak.
"My business. I've been in the game a long time and... I'm tired. Thinking maybe I should quit. What do you think?"
Now you turned in you seat to better face him. Sampo was looking at you while you struggled to think of an answer. Exhaustion was written all over his features and lines you never saw before seemed to be faintly fading into existence.
"I think... My dear, it is hard to say. If you want to find a new avenue to explore you should do it- that is good! But on the other hand... Can you make enough? I've seen you buying lunch for the orphans Natasha takes care of. That can't be cheap. Leaving it tomorrow with no plan would be pretty bad."
He looked away, hand instinctively going to scratch the back of his head.
"I suppose you are right, my precious marrow. Leaving the business certainly comes with a lot of things to consider. Finding something else to do first shouldn't be too hard. Though... Running from the guards is leaving ol' Sampo feeling more worn out than usual..."
He stumbled over to grab a chair and pull it up next to you. Of course he wasn't going to sit on it any way but backwards, but you gave him a forhead kiss before turning back to your work.
"Do you spend a lot of time trying to... Create makeshift keys for your legally obtained goods?"
You glanced over in his direction with a smirk. He scoffed in response.
"Too much time, honestly. Probably one of the biggest reasons the guards are such an issue."
"Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind watching me test to make sure this little gift I got for you works as intended?"
Sampo raised an eyebrow, perking up. Of course the mention of a gift would get him to forget about anything weighing on his mind- at least temporarily.
"What kind of gift is it?"
"Something that might make your current line of work easier while you're still stuck in it."
Tipping over a box, you spill a variety of different locks all over the desk in front of you. Carefully, you pick up the little tool and flip out one of several metal picks. As ypu proceed to start jiggling open lock after lock in seconds, Sampo stares in amazement. You can see the light dancing in his eyes as the gears are starting to turn in his brain.
"Oh, this might make things so much easier and less tiring!"
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AN: if you're wondering what's up with the little tool? Watch this video it is the funniest shit I've seen in awhile-
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Luz’s Crimes: Organized Crime
Friday Night, 11PM
Luz was walking through the room quietly, with the moonlight to light her movements. When she reached a small basket holding a wallet and keys, she stopped and removed the wallet. She then opened it and inserted a credit card. As she was doing this, her phone began to vibrate. She then quickly put the wallet back and went to the bathroom before closing the door behind her and answering the call.
“Luz, its Amity.”
“Hay sweet potato, why are you calling? Is something wrong?”
“No, everything is ok. Something came up that we are going to need Jacob’s card for.”
Luz just facepalmed herself. “I just put the card back in his wallet after buying recording equipment, and you want me to take it out again? If we use it when he would notice, he will cancel it or call the police. Even then we have to keep the charges limited to things that he would not raise that don’t raise suspicion. The only reason I was ok with us using his card for Vee’s disguise was because he was also in the city for some reason, and even then, the massive tip was a risk.”
She then stopped and blinked a few times. “Wait, I am lecturing YOU about being cautious? Is are we in a “Freaky Fraturday” situation?”
“I don’t understand that reference, but you are right about this being a little weird. Anyway, can I at least tell you the opportunity?”
“Sure, go ahead.”
“Great. Hellen just called Vee again. Apparently she shared the product she got from us around and it got the attention of some professional criminals that-“
“WaitWaitWait. Are you saying that the mob is interested with us?”
“Yes, and they want to talk business with Jacob in person.”
Luz almost dropped her phone at that. “Where?”
“The same diner he met Hellen in last time tomorrow around 10. Hellen said we should be prepared to pay for our meal, and maybe his too depending on how the meeting goes. We can use cash, but using his card would help sell the story that he was the one there if the cops start looking into it.”
Luz just sighed. “Good news is that Jacob is usually home by then and is either asleep or working late on his newest plan to expose the witch invasion from Mars. I already planted the camera, so we will be able of keeping track of what it is in real time in case he plans something that might actually be a threat to us. Now is there anything else? I need to break into school and start planting the evidence.”
“No, that is everything. See you back later.”
“Goodbye Amity. I love you.”
She then hung up, exited the bathroom, did a quick check to make sure Jacob was still asleep upstairs, and closed and locked the door behind her on the way out with a copy of his house key that had made with Vee earlier for this very reason.
As she walked towards the school, she admired just how quiet things were this late.
Saturday, 10PM
Willow and Gus flew down in the same alley they used last time they were here, dropping the invisibility spell they were using in the process. Willow then dug out a handful of seeds before looking to Gus.
“Are you ready for the field test?”
He nodded with a smile on his face. “Are you kidding me? No one has ever done anything like this before. If we can pull this off, we will be legends!”
“Gus, this doesn’t make the top 10 things we have done since meeting luz that would get us into the history books.”
“Maybe, but this is something that others can actually do, and not just read about in history books before deciding to use it as a pillow instead. Anyway, let me know when I can layer the illusion on.”
Willow then twirled one of her fingers over the seeds in her other hand, causing vines to burst from them and slowly cover her. After a minute, she was wearing what would best be described as a vine exco-suite that added a full head to her height.
“Ok, do your thing.”
Gus then looked at her intently while making a large spell circle in front of him. Willow was then engulfed in blue smoke. When it cleared, Jacob was standing in her place.
“How do I look” She replied in Jacob’s voice.
“Like a massive creep, and you sound like one too. Good luck, and try not to kill them if things go south.”
“No promises.”
He then walked out of the alley with Gus trailing behind invisibly. They walked down the street to the diner’s entrance, which had a ‘closed’ sign in the window and two men standing in front of the door on either side.
“Hello, I am Jacob. I was told that someone wanted to meet with me here?”
One of the men nodded and opened the door for him while saying “Go on in, the boss is waiting.”
Jacob thanked him and entered the building, heading toward the only table that had people sitting at it.
One of them was Hellen, who was looking much more nervous than the last time. The other was a man in a suit who was already eating when Jacob walked up to him.
“I’m guessing that you are the guy Hellen told me was interested in my product?”
He looked up from his meal towards Jacob and just nodded. “Yes, I am. Please sit down and order.”
He did just that and ordered a stack of pancakes from the waitress (a different one from last time) before looking back to the man, who had put down his silverware and folded his hands together.
“I had some of the supply you gave Hellen here tested, and it is very high-quality stuff. Lower chances of negative reactions when used while still being just as addictive.”
Jacob blushed at the complement. “Thank you, I take great pride in my work. I am working on getting some samples of other plants I can cultivate.” His eyes then lit up. “That reminds me. I actually have a list.” He then reached into his coat pocket and produced a small piece of paper. “Here is a list of all the plants that I am interested in cultivating and the quantity of my normal supply I am willing to give you in exchange for them. If you know of any others that you want me to do, let me know and we can talk price.”
The man took the list and began reading it before putting it down.
“We can defiantly see about this later. For now, we need to hammer out the exact price, schedule, quantity, and logistics of how exactly we are going to do business. Now, how do you want to be paid? We can do the plants for now, but eventually we will have to figure out a way of funneling actual money to you.”
Jacob nodded. “I know, and I already have some of that figured out. I am able of getting the drugs to the city on my own. You just need to give me a drop off point for me where I can give you the drugs and you can give me the cash.”
The two of them then spent the next 15 minutes hammering out the rest of the details of their deal. After which the two stood up, shook hands, paid for their meal (with Jacob paying with another massive tip), and then they walked out together before going in opposite directions from the diner.
When Jacob entered the alley, Gus appeared next to him and made a large spell circle. After which, Jacob turned back into a vine exco-skeleton wearing Willow.
“I think that went well. We should be able of getting some more plants in soon to expand our product selection and have more money coming in to help with the bills.”
“Bills? Gus, with the money flow, we could soon be able of completely paying off the mortgage on their house!”
Willow then deflated. “We still need to find a way of explaining the money though. There is no way we can explain it coming from jobs that teenagers could get.”
“Maybe Luz has some ideas. If worse comes to worse, we can just put it in a washing machine. Apparently cleaning money with the laundry helps to hide it from the cops here.”
Willow just shot Gus a look. “I’m pretty sure that is not at all what money laundering means.”
The Owl House finale is airing on April 8th!
I kept the exact criminal organization it was and their representative vague to avoid offending any actual one and to not fall into any stereotypes. Feel free to insert whatever organization into it you want.
I have a important question to ask all my readers that is connected to the link below
https://www.deviantart.com/1228248/poll/If-I-made-a-patreon-for-early-acess-to-my-work-would-you-pay-for-it-8261000
I am also doing “Fanfic info dumps” on multiple series to help other fanfic writers with their works. They are on DevientArt here (https://www.deviantart.com/1228248) because Fanfiction and AO3 both said I couldn’t post them there.
Fanfiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/5646512/
Tumbler: https://at.tumblr.com/brianedner/luzs-crime-list-masterpost/dia848df51z4
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/BrianEdner1/works
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I am so sorry everyone!
If you guys just read my new fic then that means many of you might have some questions about why you all waited so long for me to give you all this right? Well the truth is that...
I don't have a good reason for the lack of salt fics...
I don't go to school so I can't just say "I have classes so I need to study for tests and exams or do homework" plus I don't plan on going back to school at all... Maybe online classes but that's it really.
I also can't say that I was busy updating other fics because I'm also slow on Fanfiction.net, Wattpad and AO3... But I am doing my best to update right now.
To be honest... I'm not on my laptop often because of an incident about 2 years ago now, see I was so often on my laptop... That i killed one of the 2 fans in my laptop and I needed to replace them. It has been 2 years since then and i'm doing my best to be careful so to not burn them that badly so i don't have to change them every 2 years.
I did get a scare in December but yesterday i was told that the sound I heard that I thought was the early signs of my fans burning was actually a false alarm and possibly my fans working a little harder after my little sister played FNAF on my laptop.
So now that I don't have to worry about the cost of replacing the fans or buying a new laptop... All I can do is try to make the noise happen again so we can figure out what it was, and at the moment even if I move it a little the noise isn't happening so I guess i won't hear it again for a while which is a relief.
I also can't say I'm busy with other things because: I don't have a job. Also if you think watching Netflix is a good reason then I will agree with you... If I was on there often which I'm not, heck I barely touch my Switch to play games right now... The only thing I do is go on my phone to watch Youtube videos and go on TWITTER to read fics there.
So yeah... I have no excuse for my lack of updates and I'm sorry for that. I am currently still writing down some salt fic requests that I forgot to write and I am working on them but I will be posting again soon I promise. If not tonight then tomorrow, if not tomorrow then soon I promise
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