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#roller rink!harry
glitteredrry · 1 year
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fic rec !
here are some of my fav fics that i’ve cherished. thank you to all authors who wrote these. now have fun going down the rabbit hole. 💌
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angst
-manchester night two by @erodasfishtacos (any angst by them!)
- y/n gets jealous by @pleasingforharry
- strike by @missmielyhoran
- never alone by @goldengalore
- action by @alonetimelover
- scandal by @goldengalore
- ignored by @emotions-make-us
- cabin fever @cherievol6
- breaking the ice @purplekiwis
- still together, still going strong by @harrysmimi
- why is daddy sad? by @gucciwins
- shitty friend groups by @tbslharry222
- power by @goldenbuckyyy
- better off by @avatar-anna
- i’m on the roof @meetmymouth
fluff
(i don’t read really read fluff so sorry for it being this short)
- single dadrry by @haarrrys
- boyfriendrry by @secret-rendezvous1d
- her first by @hsgucci94
- scared? of him? by @harryscherrypie
- lil grumpy man by @a-strange-familiar
- lavender bubbles and blueberry pancakes by @erodasfishtacos
- baby talk by @harrysmimi
smut
- harry is obsessed with… by @pleasingforharry
- american honey by @londonbelow
- struggle by @willowrites
- soft by @moonchildstyles
- not tonight @venusstyless
- let’s have a bath together by @watermelonlovershigh
- assistance by @missmielyhoran
- i just want a lover by @bopbopstyles
- did you mean it? by @sushihousrry
- hotel room by @eveningepiphany 
- loving you is easy (demi) & hurts like hell by @erodasfishtacos
a.u. or series
- the queen's secret by @gurugirl
- daddy issues by @fkinavocado
- curvy secret by @swiftmendeshoran
- since forever by @satanhalsey
- lone wolf by @jarofstyles
- king of the jungle by @jarofstyles
masterlist
- @erodasfishtacos read here
- @0nlythrowharrybeaux read here
- @satanhalsey read here
- @harryistheonlyoneforme read here
- @harrieatthemet read here
- @harrysfolklore read here
- @jawllines read here
- @jarofstyles read here
- @shroombloomm read here
- @finelinevogue read here
- @pleasingforharry read here
wattpad
- perspective by mysterymixtapes (also love their other books)
- aerial by peanutboyfriend (all time fav)
- petal by _londonbelow (very special to me)
- fine line by gillalmightyy
- adonis by temptress_
- earned it by alisonfelix
- on top by sogoldenarry
- moonstruck by deathlythrilled (unfinished but still a great read)
- pierced by tpwkmila
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thank you to every author who was vulnerable enough to share their work with the us. i know that it is not easy to write and share your work, but you do, and for that i’m thankful. not to exaggerate, but you might not know that you’re the light in someone’s life right now. you serve as a distraction that people need. keep writing and sharing your stories. also, to anyone who has been thinking about writing stories, please do! you never know how you might help someone. sending you all the most love. - n <3
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Celestial Boyfriends
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harry-on-broadway · 1 year
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Sweet
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A red velvet cupcake. That’s how it started.
You were turning five, the first of February, and your teacher had brought cupcakes for you, and the kid in your class who shared your birthday, to have at lunch. Except Jeremy Jones thought it would be funny to push you in the lunchroom, jostling the cupcake out of your hands and onto the ground.
The reaction wasn’t instantaneous, but once the shock of seeing the crisp, white icing covered in dirt wore off, the tears came easily and what had been the best day of your short life had suddenly become the worst thing a five-year-old could imagine.
A small voice interrupted your tears before the teacher on lunch duty could tend to you. “Have some of mine.” Harry, the boy in your class who shared your birthday, held his hand out towards you. His own red velvet dessert unscathed. “Will you sit with me?”
You nodded, tears gradually ceasing as you followed Harry to an empty table, where he pulled the cupcake into two roughly even halves. “Here,” he said, offering you one piece, the noticeably larger one.
“Thank you,” you managed to squeak out.
“It’s OK,” he said, chewing, small crumbs escaping the corner of his mouth. “My mum is making me a cake tonight. I think it’s going to be chocolate. Are you getting a cake?”
“I think so,” you said thoughtfully. “My dad said we’re having a big cake at my party this weekend, but we’ll do a small cake tonight.”
“I think I’m going to your party!” Harry was suddenly even more excited. “It’s roller skating, right?”
You nodded. You’d been begging your parents to let you invite your entire class to a party at the local roller rink for most of the school year and had been over the moon when they finally acquiesced. “It is! And we’re going to have someone do balloon animals too!”
“No way!”
You were pleased that one of your classmates was as happy as you were. “Are you having a party?”
“I am! Mine is on Friday night. We’re going to play games after school and then eat pizza. Are you coming?”
Your own mother hadn’t said anything about a party but you nodded, hoping she’d have the answer when she met you in the pick up line after school.
“Yay!” Harry dove back into his cupcake, fingers sticky with the same frosting that dotted his face.
You all sat next to each other even after the cupcake was gone, Harry prattling on about something you only partially understood, but you appreciated the company which was a great distraction from your own destroyed birthday treat.
That Friday, your dad came home from work early to take you to Harry’s party, where you gave your new friend a Hot Wheel car and an action figure you’d selected at the store after much prodding from your parents. On Saturday, he was at your party, explaining all of the features of the new Barbie he’d picked out for you.
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In the years that followed, Harry was always the one constant of your school days.
Regardless of whether or not you were in the same class, or boycotting Jessica because she was mean to Hailey, or ignoring Hailey because she was mad at Jessica, Harry was always there. A friendly face at lunch when you needed it, a pal on the playground when no one else wanted to draw with the chalk, and each year, even if you weren’t in the same class, he’d find you on February 1st, and you’d share some sort of sweet treat. A cupcake. A cookie. One year, a pack of gummy bears because both of you had been caught up in the excitement of the assembly the school had scheduled that day.
But things grew more complicated as you grew older.
Thirteen was a tough year. Boy-girl parties were all the rage (as were the hormones) and when you showed up to Harry’s on a Friday, you’d felt shy and nervous and all out of sorts, even though you had no reason to. You couldn’t figure out why until you accidentally stumbled across Harry kissing some girl from the grade above you as a group of rowdy boys cheered them on. You’d left, holding back tears as you called your mother to come and get you right away. The next night was your own girls only sleepover, and when Kara Chapman had asked everyone to name their crush, you said Josh, even though it was the biggest lie you’d ever told.
Fourteen was even tougher. You’d waited in the halls and the schoolyard, trying to catch Harry in a free moment that never materialized. The cookies you’d bought at a bakery that morning, turned to crumbs in the bottom of your bag as you walked home. Fifteen brought rumors of some wild and crazy party that you weren’t invited to, and by sixteen he was gone.
You didn’t think much about him anymore until one night your dad called you into the TV room. He was watching a singing competition show and pointing to the teenage boy on the screen. “Didn’t I take you to his birthday party one year?” he asked. All you could do was nod.
Suddenly, Harry was everywhere. He was no longer your birthday buddy, your cupcake savior, and childhood crush, but the world’s heartthrob. When you walked into the supermarket, his face followed you through the aisles, dotting candy wrappers and magazine covers, toothbrushes and chapstick, every item reminding you of the memories you still held close.
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It had been Jonathan’s idea to get everyone back together.
After graduation, everyone dispersed. Some had moved to London, others had stayed in town, but for one night everything would be the same as it had been. The back of the pub had been sectioned off, but the velvet rope was more of a suggestion than a dividing line as people flowed in and out freely.
You were standing with Jessica, the one person you regularly kept in touch with, always making time to see her when you were home. You were nursing a beer she had just replenished and talking shit about Jeremy, who was just as much trouble as he had been at age five.
You felt the tap on your shoulder before you heard the voice, low and soft and close to your ear.
“Have any cupcakes lately?”
When you turned around, Harry was standing there, grinning widely with his arms open for a hug.
“Hi,” you said, words muffled by his shoulder. “How have you been?” you asked as he asked you the same question.
“Well,” he said, chuckling. “And you? Are you still around here?”
“No, I moved to London for school and just kind of hung around.”
“No way. I’m in London now too!” The enthusiasm was just the same as it had been when he was five.
“We should meet up sometime,” you said, the words empty knowing that he probably had more important things to do.
“Yeah, I think I owe you a sweet. Or seven,” he added with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of his neck.
For a brief second you were transported back to 2007, to the moment you first knew you were in love with him. “For sure. If you have some free time, let me know.”
“I’m about to have a lot of that,” he said. “We’re, uh, taking a break,” he explained when you looked confused. “The band,” he prompted.
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. All things have to end, right? It’s kind of like graduating uni if you think about it.”
You nodded. “Still, it must be bittersweet. Not getting to see people you care about every day.” You tried to keep your voice neutral, so as not to betray all of the feelings that statement held for you.
“It is,” Harry finally said. He cleared his throat. “So, I don’t think I ever actually got your number. Back then.” He held out his phone.
“Oh, right.” You gave him your own device and typed your number into his phone, adding your name and a cupcake emoji to the contact. He smiled when he saw what you had done.
“So, where in London are you?” he asked.
You were about to answer, when two of his buddies came running over, nearly tackling him as he fell into you, beer sloshing over the rim of your glass. Harry mouthed an apology, but his friends steered him away before you could tell him it was OK.
“What was that about?” Jessica asked when she saw you were free again.
“Oh, just catching up with Harry.” You tried to act casual.
“I didn’t realize you all were close.”
There was no judgment in her words, but you felt defensive. “I mean we weren’t best friends or anything but we had the same birthday. He shared his cupcake with me when we were little and it was kind of a tradition for a little while.” You picked at your nail polish. “I’m kind of surprised he remembered me,” you added as an afterthought.
“Well, he couldn’t take his eyes off you,” she whispered.
“Stop it!” You brushed her words off, but replayed the conversation in your mind. Had it been that intense?
“I’m serious! He was laser focused on you. An elephant could have walked through the room and he wouldn’t have noticed. Did you get his number?”
You nodded shyly as Jessica applauded you. You could tell she wanted to ask more questions, but she thankfully opted for discretion as people surged around you, rounding up teams for a game of darts.
When you left, you scanned the crowd for Harry hoping to steal another moment with him but he had disappeared. You called an Uber to head back to your parents’ house, scrolling through your phone during the brief drive. When you couldn’t resist any longer, you opened your contacts, skimming through the listings looking for Harry’s name, praying your exchange with him hadn't been a cruel practical joke.
It only took a couple of minutes until you found it.
He’d saved his number as Harry.
With a cupcake emoji beside it.
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Following the reunion, you and Harry had grabbed dinner and drinks a few times and on your shared 23rd birthday, you all met up at a bakery in London that was purported to have the best red velvet cupcakes in the city. When you all reached the counter Harry asked for two from the case, along with two coffees.
“I figured we could each handle our own now,” he explained.
You all sat nestled in the corner, forks clinking against porcelain. Over the past several months, you and Harry had fallen into a comfortable routine, friendship reinvigorated by your long-lasting crush and his desire to be with someone who knew him before everything changed. You weren’t always entirely sure when he’d be in town, but you knew you were in for a good time whenever he was.
He was telling a story about something that had happened when he was in Jamaica, but you were only half listening, observing the way his tongue stuck out in the slightest way each time he lifted the fork to his lips and the way his entire face crinkled when he laughed at his own joke. He was the same boy you’d fallen in love with all those years ago, just an even better version. And you were still the same girl, too shy to say anything.
He walked you home from the bakery. You all stood so close that your hands kept brushing, eliciting soft giggles and apologies from the both of you. You were certain that if he looked close enough, he’d see just how much you were blushing.
“Do you have any other plans tonight?” he asked. His voice was laced with something, but you couldn’t tell what. You were too busy trying to play it cool.
“Not really. The girls were all busy tonight so we’ll probably celebrate over the weekend. Birthdays aren’t as big of a deal when you get older.”
“It’s in the eye of the beholder, isn’t it?” He kicked a pebble with his shoe. “But no plans with a boyfriend or girlfriend?”
“No. There hasn’t been a boyfriend for awhile. How about you?”
“Same. No one for a while.”
You’d reached your building by this point. “This is me,” you said, rocking back on your heels, unsure of what would happen next. “It was lovely to catch up with you. Don’t be a stranger,” you added, surprising yourself.
“I’ll try not to now that I know you’re around. It would be rude to only see you on our birthday.” Like the gentleman he was, he gave you a parting hug and waited until you were safely inside the lobby of your building before moving on.
You didn’t tell your friends about your birthday rendezvous with Harry, but you suspected Jessica had her own ideas about what happened when she pulled you aside later that night, fishing for any details you had to share.
“It was fun,” you said. “I didn’t realize how much I missed him.”
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In the years after, Harry floated in and out of your life.
You’d occasionally receive a text or email from him at an odd hour of night, sent in the small pocket of free time he had in between shows all over the world. But when he was in town, he made a point to reach out, meeting you for coffee and pastries, and once even a sad, prepackaged salad during your brief lunch hour.
True to his word, Harry made sure you all had plenty of time outside of that special day, sporadic as it might be, but you knew that every February 1, he’d be waiting for you, some sort of sweet treat at the ready.
There were hiccups here and there, when he was caught up in circumstances outside of his control that prevented you all from seeing each other. But he always found a way to make it up to you with a text, phone call, or special delivery. As time passed, you found yourself growing more attached to Harry. He wasn’t a presence in your life the way Jessica and your other friends were, but you felt your friendship with him was much stronger. He remembered, even the slightest detail, and had some sort of sixth sense to tell when you were going through a rough patch and needed someone to check in. In return, you paid him a visit whenever you could, popping into shows here and there when he was back on your side of the globe.
Harry was most definitely a friend, but the thought of him becoming something more lingered in the back of your mind. He was lovely and wonderful and would make an excellent partner, but you tried to talk yourself out of it – he was never here, he probably got into all sorts of trouble when you weren’t watching – so as not to get your hopes up. But the idea of what if, what if he was yours, only grew stronger each time you saw him.
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You next saw him at what had become Johnny’s annual gathering.
You’d been doing a good job of banishing those pesky thoughts of Harry over the summer and fall, quieting them with a number of dates you’d met on the apps and through friends. But when you saw Harry standing there, shirt wrinkled and fringe pulled back from his face, every thought you’d fought off came rushing back when you saw Harry standing there, ready to help you out of your coat and greet you with a big hug.
“I’m surprised you managed to find time for us,” you teased as his cheeks flushed.
“I’ll always make time for you,” he murmured.
You ignored the subtext you were sure you were imagining, grabbing a drink from the bar. “Any thoughts on what we’re doing for our birthday this year?”
“About that…” He looked nervous. Shifty. And you were preparing for the worst. “So I haven’t actually made it official yet,” he began. “But I’ve got a show that night.”
“Oh?” You tried to hide the disappointment in your voice as the feelings you felt on your thirteenth birthday  came rushing back. “Maybe we can shoot for doing something later in the month.”
“Or how would you feel about coming to the show? It’s in Palm Springs, but I was thinking maybe you have the time?”
Traveling to spend a birthday with him was something you’d only thought of in your dreams, yet here was Harry, ready to make your dreams come true. “Um, yeah I should be able to get the time off. If you’re sure it won’t be too much. You know, with me being in the way.”
“You wouldn’t be in the way, you’d be my guest.”
“Well then, how can I say no to that?”
“Brilliant.” Harry’s grin was the tiniest bit brighter after that, and you didn’t miss how he followed you around for the rest of the night, always seeming to migrate to whatever group of people you found yourself in.
And when the night was over, he was there to help you with your coat and walk you to your car, hugging you tight before you climbed behind the wheel.
“See you real soon,” he whispered against your temple. “It’ll be our best birthday yet.”
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When you looked back on all of your favorite birthdays, they all had something in common: you woke up with Harry beside you.
Your 29th was just the start of that trend, as when you rolled over on February 1, pulling the sheet tighter over your shoulder to fend off the slight chill to the air, you found Harry grinning at you, freshly cut hair flopping wildly on the pillow behind him.
“Morning,” he said groggily, the strain of last night’s concert – and post-show activities – evident in his voice.
You’d had no intention of falling into bed with him, but a moment of honesty and vulnerability backstage ahead of his first Palm Springs show had revealed what you’d hoped for all along. Harry had been pining for you all those years, just as you were after him. And when he’d invited you back to his hotel room, you couldn’t say no, falling into a pile of limbs on top of the plush duvet. Now, this morning, you were tired, sore, and another year older, and also much more content than you’d ever been.
“Morning,” you whispered back. “Happy birthday.”
“Happy birthday to you as well.” He grinned mischievously. “I feel like we should celebrate again or something.”
“I–” You were cut off by a knock at the door. You glanced at Harry. “What’s that?”
He jumped from the bed, pulling on shorts and a hoodie he found scattered on the floor as he made his way to the door. When he opened it, your view was blocked and you couldn’t make out the words that were exchanged in hushed tones behind it, but when Harry returned to the bed, he was holding a plate with two red velvet cupcakes.
“I had to honor tradition,” he said softly.
You were overcome at the small gesture and were left searching for words. “Thank you,” was all you could manage in a small voice.
Harry wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close to him. “Of course. Anything for you.” He peeled the corner of the wrapper off before handing one of the treats to you. “Did you ever think this would happen?�� he asked.
“What? Spending my 29th birthday eating a cupcake naked in bed, post-coital?”
“No.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Us. Being together.”
You shrugged. “I always kind of hoped.”
His eyebrows climbed up his forehead. “Really? With me?”
You nodded. “You were always really nice. And I liked that.”
“Nice?”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” You furrowed your brow.
“I don’t know. That’s kind of the placeholder you use when you can’t think of anything else to say about someone,” he said, licking a bit of frosting off of his thumb. “‘Harry’s nice.’”
“Well you are! You gave me your cupcake when we were five. What else am I supposed to say?”
“I dunno.” He was testing you now, you could tell from the impish gleam in this eye. “You have that fancy university degree. I’m sure you could think of something.”
“OK…” you trailed off in thought, absentmindedly. “Sweet. You were always really sweet.”
“Sweet…” Harry mulled the word. “I can work with that.” He grinned. “And I think after last night, you’re pretty sweet too.”
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A/N: This felt very different from what I normally write, but why not get a little experimental to celebrate our favorite rock star's birthday. Thank you so much for reading. Would love to hear what everyone thinks!
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iconicharry · 9 months
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✎ 2023/ finished. total words: 58.8k
inspiration | harry’s mixtape | patreon
Someday in the 1980s: The new woman in town, filthy rich and gorgeous, has all eyes on her, including Harry Styles who wants to win over her heart. Ever since he’s been visiting her at the roller rink, he has caught her interest as well, but as YN’s friends help her set a stupid idea into her head, she gets herself into a complicated mess.
warnings: explicit language, sexual content, emotional abuse, concept of virginity, smoking
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ONE.
TWO.
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EPILOGUE.
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love-byers · 9 months
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🚨CALLING ALL BYLER TRUTHERS THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT!!!!!!🚨
i literally have not posted in months because i've been EXTREMELY busy preparing for college, but things have calmed down a bit so i'm making time for some good old byler
now i don't know how many of you were involved in byler twt in august-september of 2022 but there were a couple of huge theories that are still talked about today
the ones i'm gonna be talking about in this post are:
birthday gate
will byers/harry potter parallel
will and mike teaming up in s5 & getting stuck in the upside down
if you don't know what birthday gate is, you've been living under a rock, but to summarize:
in s4 when el is being bullied by angela and the other kids at the skating rink, there's brief clips of the scene through a retro handheld camera with the date in the corner. the date in that scene is march 22nd, 1986.
march 22nd is wills birthday. we know that because in s2 when will is possessed by the mike flayer, joyce attempts to bring him back by asking him if he knows what march 22nd is; his birthday.
that would mean that the day when mike, will, and el go the roller rink is will's birthday—and no body, not even joyce or jonathan, mention it. the duffers said that it was an accident and they haven't watched s2 in years. this is complete horseshit. there are several direct references to s2 in s4, such as max saying "that's presumptuous of you" to lucas just like she did in s2. also,
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idk about you but REALLY seems like they're teasing us about his birthday not really being forgotten.
there's several other theories about what this means but the most popular is that vecna has taken the other's memories about will to target him and make him feel like no one cares about him. all of vecna's victims are carrying some sort of trauma, and he can only target them when they're emotionally vulnerable. why is he targeting will? that's a whole nother rabbit hole.
this is where the harry potter theory becomes relevant.
i don't know where the picture is but the duffers posted their inspo board for s4 and there's a shit load of movies and tv shows, including harry potter and the chamber of secrets.
there's a shit ton of parallels that i won't get into, except these:
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(all of these harry potter plot points are in both the book and the movie)
in chapter one of chamber of secrets, harry is sad and angry because it's his 12th birthday and no one remembered. the dursley's have never acknowledged his birthday, but he expected ron and hermione, his new best friends, to send him letters like they promised, but they haven't. not only did he get none on his birthday, he's gotten none all summer.
sound familiar?
if birthdaygate is true, this is an obvious parallel. will's birthday was also forgotten and it makes him sad. however, in chamber of secrets, it's revealed by dobby that ron and hermione have been sending letters all summer—but dobby stole them so that harry would think no one liked him and he wouldn't go back to hogwarts. some people think that vecna could be paralleling dobby as he took the others memories of wills birthday. but since i'm a byler loser, i wanna talk about this: there's another theory that mike was actually trying to call will awhile they were apart, but the phone was always on hold because of joyce's telemarketing job. wills thinks mike doesn't care about him, but mike was really trying to reach him the whole time. i made a post about this that's pinned on my account, feel free to read and come back
there was another theory on byler twt/tiktok that will and jonathan will move into the wheeler's basement since they're back in hawkins with no house. this was just supposed to be a fun 'what if', but i realized that this could also parallel chamber of secrets.
ron weasley realizes that something must be wrong since harry hasn't written back all summer. he and his brothers take their dads enchanted flying car to rescue harry from the dursley's. after that, harry stays with the weasley's for the rest of the summer. in the movie it's only like a day or two, but in the books it's about a month. if will byers moves into mike wheeler's basement i'm going to lose my shit.
here's where it gets fucking crazy
when september first hits in the camber of secrets, harry and the weasleys go to king's cross train station to go to platform 9 3/4 where the hogwarts express is waiting. ron's parents and siblings go through first, then harry and ron. well, ron and harrry try, but they just run into the wall. the platform is closed and they're stuck on the other side.
HELLO???????? WILL AND MIKE ARE GOING TO BE STUCK IN THE UPSIDE DOWN FUCKING CONFIRMED
ron and harry stupidly decide to take the flying car to get to school instead and catch up with the train, which ends in a bit of a disaster (they crash into the womping willow).
this could play out in s5 in a lot of different ways, but here's my theory
maybe all of the gang will be in the upside down for some reason and mike and will are left behind. this is really interesting if vecna is actually paralleling dobby, because dobby is the one who closed off the platform. there's a theory that vecna is targeting mike as well because he knows mike makes will the happiest. maybe he traps them both in the upside down to take out mike first. or maybe, like dobby, mike (ron) is trapped by accident. i also think it makes sense that mike and will being in the upside down would parallel ron and harry flying next to the train. in stranger things we all know that the upside down looks like hawkins, but isn't. there are several times that we see characters in the upside down communicate and work together with characters in the real world.
do you see what i mean about it just making sense? mike and will in the UD working together with the others in the real world to get to the same place or goal, just like ron and harry got to hogwarts with the others on the train, just in a different way.
anyways i'm losing my fucking mind byler is endgame
also, the duffers are rarry shippers CONFIRMED
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American Horror Story masterlist
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Key:
Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆
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Tate Langdon
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
Tate Langdon dating someone who's transmasc ◇
Nail Polish and Nirvana ♡
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Violet Harmon
Soft dom Violet Harmon ♧◇
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Billie Dean Howard
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Moira O'Hara
Duster Fuck ♧
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Kit Walker
Kit Walker dating someone who's transmasc ◇
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
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Lana Winters
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Cordelia Goode
Trans fem Cordelia Goode ◇
That a Girl ♧
Caught In the Act ♧
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
Dirty A-Z headcanon game: B, D, L, P, Q, R, S, W, Y ♧◇
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Kyle Spencer
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
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Madison Montgomery
Picnic Baskets and Confessions of Love ♤♡
Dance With Me ♡
Madison Montgomery Fluff Alphabet ♡◇
Punishment and Bargaining ♧
Madison Montgomery nsfw alphabet ♧◇
Moral Of The Story ♤♡
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Jimmy Darling
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
You're Not A Freak, Doll ♤♡
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Bette and Dot Tattler
Baking With Bette and Dot ◇
Good Girls ♧
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Dandy Mott
Sub Dandy Mott ♧◇
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Maggie Esmeralda
Run Away With Me ♤♡
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James Patrick March
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
James Patrick March x reader with anger issues ◇
James Patrick March being nervous around the reader ◇
James Patrick March x deaf reader ◇
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Sally Mckenna
You Can't Leave Me ♤☆
Hypodermic Sally x reader who tries to leave her ♤◇☆
Sex With A Ghost ♧
Sally Mckenna x reader who's a songwriter ◇
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
Dirty A-Z headcanon game: C, R ♧◇
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Liz Taylor
Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇
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Tristan Duffy
Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇
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Shelby Miller
Hot Tea and Rainstorms ♡
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Audrey Tindall
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Rory Monahan
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
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Kai Anderson
Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇
Whores Get Nothing ♧
Kidnapping Confessions ♤♧
Cuddling With Pre Cult Kai ◇
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Ally Mayfair-Richards
The Clown In The Kitchen ♤♡
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Winter Anderson
Winter Anderson fluff alphabet ♡◇
Winter Anderson nsfw alphabet ♧◇
Nighttime Terrors ♤♡
Dom Winter Anderson ♧◇
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Michael Langdon
Michael Langdon eras x reader with daddy issues ◇
Mornings With Michael ♡
Michael Langdon in a maid outfit ◇
Alphabet Boy ♤♡
Sucking on Michael Langdon's fingers ♧◇
Spanking Michael Langdon ♧◇
Happy Halloween ♧
Enemies With Benefits ♧
Murder House Michael Langdon being soft ♡◇
Calming Techniques ♤☆
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Wilhemina Venable
Dom Wilhemina ♧◇
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Jeff Pfister
Having an online relationship with Jeff Pfister ◇
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Brooke Thompson
Late Night Anxieties ♤♡
Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧
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Montana Duke
Montana Duke when she gets jealous ◇
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Xavier Plympton
Sub Xavier Plympton ♧◇
Xavier Plympton being needy ♧◇
Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages ♤♡
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Donna Chambers
Roller Rink Romance ♡
Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧
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Margaret Booth
Sugar mommy Margaret Booth ♧◇
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Harry Gardner
Protein Shakes ♤♡
Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇
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Doris Gardner
Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇
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Austin Sommers
The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow ♤♡
Austin Sommers nsfw alphabet ♧◇
Crimson Sheets ♧
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Tuberculosis Karen
I Promise ♤☆
Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇
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Dr Calico
Blue Moon Tears ♤♡
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Singer/Band AU
Part 7. Peep below the cut!
Ginny was sitting outside the roller rink on the sun warmed wooden bench when her brother finally showed up. He was grumbling loudly and looked highly annoyed, which was a good sign if you asked Ginny. Hermione was elbowing his side and also looked annoyed, more likely at Ron than the situation. She was wearing a dress, too, which Ginny thought was a terrible idea. At least it was loose and between her knees and ankles in length. No one was going to catch a glimpse of her knickers when she fell.
Then there was Harry. He was wearing jeans, his hands stuffed into his pockets as he watched Ron and Hermione with raised eyebrows. Ginny assumed the look on his face was amusement, but she couldn't tell for sure. He was wearing a faded Imagine Dragons t-shirt, his hair as messy as the last time she'd seen him. When his green eyes landed on her, a smile fell over his face and he waved.
That was her que to stand.
"I hate you," Ron grumbled as she stretched.
"Well, geez, Ron, I hate you, too, so I guess we're even."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Really? This is the mood we're setting for the afternoon?" She glanced down at Ginny. "Won't you get your knees banged up in that?"
Ginny glanced down at her shorts and exposed knees. "No."
"What if you fall?" Hermione said.
"I'm not planning on falling."
"But you can't be sure of that."
"Hermione, you're wearing a dress," Ginny said. "I don't think you have the right lecture me about my clothing choices."
With that, she turned on her heel and marched into the roller rink. A cool breeze met her when she stepped inside as well as bright red lights of Florean Fortescue's ice cream shop and roller rink. Old Florean was behind the counter, scooping some chocolate ice cream into a cup. When he saw her, a grin slipped over his face and he waved. Ginny grinned and waved back. His grandson was behind the counter for the skates, and he gave her an easy smile as she approached the counter.
"Hey, Gin," he said. "Long time no see."
Ginny beamed. It had been. She and Bill used to come here a lot when she was a kid. Ginny was often prone to loud outbursts when she was upset, and they could turn violent fairly quickly. She had pulled Ron's hair on multiple occasions and kicked the twins in the shins (though she'd never managed to figure out how to get them both at the same time). Her mother had been appalled. It was hardly fair though. The boys wrestled all the time, and Ginny had only been copying what she'd seen them do. Nevertheless, she'd still gotten in trouble and had been sternly lectured on several occasions, though that rarely helped. Her mother had been at her wit's end and Bill had been her saving grace.
Whenever he saw her start to get frustrated, he'd ask her if she wanted to nip out to Florean's for ice cream and a quick skate. It was clever of him because it made young Ginny, with her knobby knees and numerous freckles, feel special. Bill was always rather good at that. So, they'd come here, and Bill would spend the money he'd earned that week as a paperboy on ice cream and roller blades. He never brought up her behavior at home, but slowly, her outbursts stopped, her mother stopped pulling her hair out, and Ginny became rather good at roller blading.
"Hey, Marco," she said. "Size six, please."
"Already gotcha," he said. "Ron?"
"I'm just watching," Ron said.
"No, he's not," Ginny said. "Size 15."
When Marco slid the skates across to her, she roughly shoved them into her brother's chest, knocking the air out of him and forcing him to grab them. Then she turned and marched over to the benches to put her skates on. Just as she'd finished tying up the laces of her first skate, Harry sat down across from her. Ron and Hermione were still over by the front desk, quietly bickering.
"Remind me why he's not keen on this," Harry said as he tied his first skate.
"Because he sucks ass at it," Ginny said.
"Shut the fuck up," Ron said, glaring as he walked past her.
Ginny just grinned as Hermione rolled her eyes.
Once she'd tied her second skate on, she rolled her feet back and forth a couple times before standing up and starting toward the rink. As she glanced over her shoulder, she saw Hermione stand up as well, only to flail her arms before putting them on Harry's shoulders. Ginny just laughed.
After she'd been around the rink a few times, Ron and Hermione both managed to make it onto the rink, Harry following skeptically behind them. He was much better at this than either of them with Ron clinging onto the railing and Hermione rolling a few inches before flailing her arms. Ginny slowed down as she approached them.
"They're a hazard," Harry muttered to her.
"For sure," she said. Nodding her head to the left, she skated around them. Harry followed her. "Remind me how you met Ron again."
"I told you," Harry said easily. "We met at university."
"Right, but why haven't I met you before?" she said, eying him shrewdly. "I bring friends over all the time."
A slight lie. Mainly, she brought Luna over, and Dean when they'd been dating, but not many more.
Harry shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I'm usually busy on the weekends. That's when you have your family dinner, right?"
"Yeah."
"Besides, if Ron brought me as his date, Hermione would get jealous."
Ginny threw back her head and laughed. Hermione was right about one thing. His sense of humor was killer. As she managed to get herself under control again, she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, only to notice that he was already looking at her, green eyes bright and a small smile tugging at his lips.
"Guess Ron be really jealous if you came as my date then."
Ginny didn't mean to flirt. It just slipped out, and she wasn't one to take things back or downplay them. Once you spoke them, life was breathed into words, like when she sang them.
Harry looked away from her then, but his smile grew bigger. "Most definitely."
She pushed off her skate hard to get enough momentum to get in front of him, then flipped herself around so she was skating backwards. When she glanced up at his eyes, they were bright as his eyebrows raised and a smirk starting to form across his lips. He had nice lips.
"You're really good at this, aren't you?" he said.
Ginny shrugged. "I hope this doesn't affect your plans for the song too much. I know I changed it last minute."
"S'alright," he said, grinning now. "I was actually going to suggest recording a demo. I think the work you've done has been great."
"Really?" Ginny said because she had never worked through this process with anyone. It had always just been her. This felt intimate, skating with him in a large rink talking about music and figuring out where this song - their song - should go next.
"Yeah," he replied. "It sounds great. We can do the demo at my place because I've got the basic equipment. Once we've fine tuned things, we can head to the recording studio in London."
The grin that slid across her face was huge and she didn't even care. Harry was grinning right back at her, until he wasn't.
"Oh, shit."
Ginny spun around just in time to see Hermione flailing her arms right back into Ron, and her idiotic brother's feet fly out from under him as he wrapped an arm around her middle to keep her from falling. Then they were both falling to the ground with a loud thump, Ron's head smacked against the concrete. Groaning, Ron just flopped back on the floor with his eyes snapped shut. Hermione was sprawled out on top of him; she had somehow managed to flip herself around and land most of her upper body on top of Ron. She looked comical with her big hair flying all over the place as she looked up at Ron to see if he was ok.
"That was impressive," Ginny said when she and Harry rolled up next to the downed couple.
Ron finally opened his eyes to glare at her.
"Are you ok?" Hermione whispered.
"Fuck you," Ron said to Ginny. "I'm fine. Can you just get up? I need some fucking ice cream-"
The rest of Ron's sentence was cut off by a groan as Hermione pressed her elbow right into his solar plex.
"Sorry!" she said, pushing herself up quickly only to loose her footing and fall back on top of Ron.
Ginny laughed as her brother groaned. Pushing off her skate, she moved behind Hermione. "Push onto your knees," she told her. Once she was up, Ginny grabbed her under the armpits and hauled her to her feet, no easy task considering that Hermione was taller than her. "Grab the rail."
Hermione clung to the rail like it was her new favorite book. When she turned back to Ron, he'd pressed himself up onto his elbows and looked like he was two seconds away from killing her.
Ginny just grinned in response.
"C'mon, mate," Harry said, grabbing onto Ron much the same way she'd grabbed Hermione.
"Fucking roller blades," Ron muttered darkly as he stood up.
Once they were rolling toward the exit, Ginny fell back into line with Harry, who, she thought, hung back to talk to her.
"So, your uncles are coming to town?" she said.
Harry ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah. They raised me since I was twelve."
"Since you were twelve?" Ginny said. "What about before twelve?"
A dark look passed over Harry's face, but it was gone almost as soon as it was there. Like he was used to hiding it. Ginny wasn't sure what to make of that or the tight feeling it caused in her chest.
He glanced down at his watch. "I'll have to go soon if I'm going to catch the train when it arrives, but I'll buy you a ice cream before you leave."
"Deal."
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beautitudes · 5 months
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trick or treat😈
Have a treat!
The night of the tragedy, Sirius takes Harry and runs to America–he has some estranged relatives there, the nice kind that would never say a word to anyone. They settle down, and while the place is nice (the kind of a small muggle town with rows of clean houses with flowers in the front garden, a school, a library and a roller rink) and inconspicuous enough that Sirius doubts it they will ever be found by Dumbledore or the Ministry... He misses Remus. To pieces. He misses James and Lily, of course, and often sneaks out for a quick smoke and a cry while Harry is busy with his midday nap. But Remus... Remus was on a mission on that bloody night, one of those that took weeks at a time, and Sirius couldn't even say goodbye to him. He left him a note before they left, just a line, I'll be waiting for you, wherever I end up. And all this time, two whole years, he's been waiting. Truth be told, recently he's been so very tempted to just... Stop hoping. Come to terms with the fact that Remus is not coming–that he's moved on, doesn't care, or simply doesn't believe in his innocence.
It's the night of the Halloween, and even though for Sirius it's the season of grief, Harry is just a small kid who is in awe of spooky decorations, ghosts and witches flooding the streets, and he has such a sweet tooth–unlike his parents, unlike Sirius, even, but very much like Moony.
The crowds of kids have finally been taken home to enjoy the candies and sweets, Harry is upstairs, counting his many prizes, and Sirius has just poured himself a glass of red when the doorbell goes off yet again. He sighs–it's long past bedtime, and he fears he'll never get Harry to settle–and there he goes, his little feet on the stairs, one at a time. Sirius comes up to the door and opens it with an apologetic smile, readying for an excise, something along the lines of, "I'm sorry, pal, we've run out of sweets, but maybe Harry here would share some of his," but...
On his doorstep is not a child. Not even a ghost, or a zombie, or even a superman. It's a werewolf. Except... He's not wearing any kind of costume.
He's wearing the most beautiful smile, and Sirius realises, with a pang in his heart, that he's started to forget this exact smile and hasn't even noticed.
"Who is it?" Harry asks from the bottom of the stairs, his voice shy but curious.
"Moony..." Sirius says, and at the same time, Remus takes a step forward and hugs all the worry of these two long, painful years out of every cell in his body. They don't need to ask, none of that "What year did we meet," "What did you tell me when I came back home from the mission on night of 24 April, 1980," they've never needed that, with each other they just knew.
"I've found you," Remus breathes out right in his ear, and Sirius starts crying. "I've fucking found you."
trick or treat 🎃
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elliot-chapman · 5 months
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Characters: Elliot Chapman & Thea Harris (@theaxharris) Location: Spooky Skate Night, High Rollers Closed Starter
Whoever came up with the idea of making people wear costumes to the skating event must have been a terrible person. There was absolutely no way Elliot could handle getting through the whole thing with the 'Sexy Scissorhands' thing Thea had going on. Despite his attempts to focus on skating, it was near impossible. "How long is this thing going to last again?" He asked as they made their way across the rink, with Elliot trying to ignore the people looking at his girlfriend as they skated past them.
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jawllines · 5 months
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you have a fic where harry writes smut?? which one!?
ROLLER-RINK HARRY!!
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hopesanddreems · 2 years
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Parallels between different media and Byler i can think of at the moment-
1. Little Women- There's a scene in Little Women where two characters are skating on a lake, with one trailing behind. Eventually, the character trailing behind and one of the ones skating ahead get together. This clearly parallels the scene in Stranger Things, where Mike and Eleven are skating ahead at the roller rink, while Will trails behind.
2. It- In It, Beverly receives a poem from Ben, and she assumes it's from Bill. This makes her fall in love with him. In the second movie, she discovers that Ben actually wrote it, and ends up with him. In Stranger Things, Mike is given a painting made by Will, and is told it was commissioned by Eleven. After this, people are made to assume Mike is still in love with her.
3. Harry Potter- So apparently there was a love triangle between Harry, Ron, and Hermione, which I was oblivious to despite having been obsessed with the books for years. Also, both Will and Ron puke up slugs, and Ron ends up with his best friend/crush(Hermione) at the end sooooooo
4. High School Musical 2- In this movie, there's a rain fight (COUGH COUGH) between two of the characters. If you put this and the rain fight from Stranger Things next to each other, they almost directly parallel each other. In High School Musical 2, the two characters in the fight end up together.
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glitteredrry · 2 years
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Grumpy Boy With the Cute Face
roller rink! h
summary: the first interaction between y/n and harry.
warnings: 80s slang (might be offensive to some)
word count: 1.4K
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Spring. The season of new beginnings. 
Flowers were spread everywhere blossoming and releasing their fragrant scent that allowed Y/N’s world to be brighter. This school year had been so hard on her, so, the fact that now she could take a moment of peace with spring break around the corner was exhilarating. 
None of her friends knew how hard this school year had been on her, through all the adversities she kept one thing that left everyone fooled. A smile. If she didn’t smile she had nothing. If she didn’t smile the facade that she had been putting on would have crumbled. Oh, and one more thing. Her roller skates. If she didn’t have them she would have nothing. 
Roller skating was her way to escape from the world. She loved feeling the wind blow through her curls. The way she glided across the ground. Roller skating was introduced to her at a young age by her Grandfather. He even made the roller skates she wears today. Y/N’s late Grandfather customized the white skates. Each detail he put into it fit her perfectly. The toe stopper wasn’t an average one, it was heart-shaped because he always said she was filled with love. He made sure to embroider her initials on the bottom of the skates. Her love for the skates were out of this world. It was her most prized possession.
So, when she found out a new roller rink was opening up down the street, she had to make her way over there with her friends. Tossing her roller skates in a backpack, she applied a classic bright red lipstick to her plump lips. She was out the door immediately. She looked down at what she was dressed in and thought it was rad. Her outfit was perfect for today’s heat. 
Her denim shorts paired perfectly with the cropped shirt she was wearing. It was opening day and the town was buzzing with excitement. Living in a small town was boring, so everyone flocked when something new opened up. When she arrived all ages were there. Her eyes scattered the crowd looking for her group of friends. 
“Y/N, over here,” she turned her eyes to see who was calling her name and finally connected the voice to a face. Sophia her roommate was waving at her with a bright smile. Maneuvering through the sea of people were all there for the main attraction. Y/N finally greeted her friends with hugs.
“Hi guys, have you gone inside the place yet?” Y/N was smiling brightly at her friends. Her skates that were polished to perfection were ready to hit the rink.
“No, we’ve been waiting on you. Let’s go!” Sophia grabbed her by the hand dragging her inside with laughs and giggles. Running inside of the place, Y/N stopped to take it all in. It was as if this place was built for her. There was a huge disco ball in the middle of the room bouncing off the different neon lights going throughout the place. She knew that in that instant that was going to be her favorite place to be. 
“We need to go get some skates? Are you coming?” Sophia snapped Y/N out of her mesmerized state. She already had her skates ready but it was no fun skating alone. She nodded her head as her friends went to go get in line. Her friends conversed by themselves as she looked around. Her eyes caught on a figure behind the counter handing people roller skates. It was a tall, lean physique with muscles. She could tell each time she reach up and his tattooed arms flexed. 
She took her time to observe him watching him interact with others. He kept his face in a slight pout for the most part; Only interacting with people with short replies. As the line moved up, Y/N sucked her teeth making sure it was rid of any lipstick. Y/N tapped her friend who was in the middle of a conversation to talk about the boy behind the counter.
“Soph, who is the grumpy boy with the cute face?” Sophia looked around the bodies since she was a bit shorter than everyone around. When she noticed who it was she let out a laugh.
“His name is Harry…”
Harry is a cute name. 
“…If you think he is cute it’s a lost cause. He is mental.” Y/N turned to her friend taking her hand to hit her.
“That’s no way to talk about someone. Why did you say that?” Y/N tried to keep her friends in check, she didn’t stand for picking on innocent people.
“Y/N, he is! I had him in a class last semester and we were in a group for a project and probably spoke a few words to each other. He acted like he has a stick up his ass. Like he is better than everyone just because he is an international student.” Y/N had a frown on her face. She didn’t like to base people on what others would say. Because I’m sure if you were to ask around about her, she was the annoying girl with a bubbly personality. 
She needed to see for herself.
As it was Sophia’s turn to go next she spoke one last sentence. “He likes to be alone obviously, and you should leave him that way.” Y/N watched as Harry handed Sophia her skates and called her next to come up.
Y/N already had skates, so internally she was panicking about what to say. She said the first thing that was on her mind when she stepped up.
“Do you guys have cherry coke?” Y/N smiled at him and Harry looked at the girl like she had lost her mind.
“You’re asking for cherry coke…at the skates rental?” Harry placed his hands down on the counter looking at the girl who had a slight blush creeping on her cheeks. His British accent caught her off-guard.
“Yeah, um- they’re so good and I always enjoy one after skating…do you have them?” Y/N felt like she was going to burst into flames. Harry’s eyes narrowed at the girl. Which only made Y/N smile a bit brighter. 
“You can go ask the food court. Now, do you want some skates or do you want to waste more of my time?” Y/N’s smile deflated and so did her confidence. She cleared her throat trying to recover from her most awkward encounter ever.
“I need to check out some skates, size 7, please.” Y/N made sure her skates were out of his view.
“Don’t you have skates already?” She looked with a confused face wondering how he saw them. In actuality, Harry knew of Y/N. Well… he didn’t exactly know her but he observed her. It’s kind of hard to miss the only girl on campus who roller skates wherever she goes. For a moment, he thought she was cool. Until now, this is the first time he has heard her voice and he can’t deny she is annoying. 
“Yes I do, but how did you even know-”
“Size 7 coming up,” he walked away from her before she could finish her sentence. He would have to die right here if he had to explain how he knew. He had reached up to get her size placing them hardly on the counter. He ripped a ticket off and handed it to her.
“Can I have your shoes?” Y/N forgot she had to give them up. Slipping them off quickly she handed them to him. 
“Bring me back the ticket. I get the skates and you get your shoes back.” He looked her dead in the eyes. Not once can she remember if he even smiled at her? 
“Thank y-”
“Next,” Harry cut her off waving the next person to come forward. Y/N stood there dumbfounded and just gathered her belonging to go to her friends. Before she made it to them, she turned around once more and caught Harry already staring at her. As soon as their eyes connected, he turned back to the customer. Y/N approached her friend who already had their skates on.
“So, how did it go?” Sophia questioned as she tied her laces. “Was he an ass?”
“No, I think we will get along great,” Y/N said with a smile. Harry was going to be a challenge but good thing Y/N loved them.
A/N: Welcome to the first blurb! I hope you enjoyed. I can’t wait to see this relationship develop.
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dragonbooksword · 5 months
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Gourds
Nadia didn’t particularly have anything against gourds. Well, she hadn’t particularly had anything against gourds. Until now.
Still, it wasn’t the gourds’ faults that they were enchanted.
All around her they seemed to spin and hum with an energy bordering on manic. Or perhaps that was her.
When her employee, a small, wiry boy by the name of Darrel who worked part time while attending high school in order to save funds to buy a roller rink, had come to fetch her, he had hesitated by the door, looking for all intents and purposes as though he’d like to shrink into the corner. It wasn’t quite fear as it was an utter bafflement and worry that said “I don’t get paid to handle this. You’re management. You do something.” Just in more polite terms.
What Darrel had actually said was, “Nadia? There’s, um, well a problem, no, a, um, situation outside.”
The statement had made Nadia sigh as situation really just meant problem that usually had to be dealt with politely which was not her preferred way of handling anything despite being the manager of this business for her sibling for the past 5 years.
They ran a shop that was equal parts farmer’s market and bakery (where Nadia’s sibling most preferred to spend their time). And while the sweet croissants called to her, she forced herself to turn away to their market for all things of the earth—fruits, vegetables, herbs, and other assorted items like jams and honeys that a young Nadia would have likely tried to carry all in her arms and smuggle them out. (Morals, her sibling would say, was something Nadia needed to work a lot on as a child.)
The situation was evident almost as soon as she stepped out of her office. Every single gourd they had was moving. Some spun like an odd shape spin-the-bottle game. Others bounced and bumped into each other like drunk bumblebees.
Even more vibrated like the warning hum of bees in the walls, giving Nadia horrible flashbacks to her last job which had such a feature.
Harry, a local street rogue—professional hand-to-hand wizard, in his own words, which sounded a lot like he was a pick pocket to Nadia—stood looking supremely satisfied as children ran through their new gourd exhibit, squawking like seagulls who’d found cold fries on the pavement.
“Harry,” Nadia called, striding over to the man, shifting various gourds back into their usual places when they bounced or hovered or spun into her path. She nearly tripped over one of the largest pumpkins they had which was rolling about on its side like it had nothing better to do with its day. “What did you do?”
“What I always do,” he told her with a grand sweep of his arm. The effect was dampened a bit by the butternut squash he was holding. Unlike its cousins currently spinning around, this one sat perfectly still.
“Which is?”
“Making people’s dreams come true,” he said, giving her a smile that once got him out of being fined for some illegal street magic but only served to dig him deeper into trouble here.
“Who’s dream?” Nadia asked, crossing her arms. “Because I highly doubt the actual owner of this establishment asked for this and they are the only one whose dream is coming true here.” Nadia tipped her head, considering. “Well, besides people who find what they need, I guess.”
“And the children needed excitement,” Harry said, latching on to her last statement like a lifeline. The mention of her sibling had unsettled him. As it should with the reminder they were but a phone call away. “Their parents’ needed a break and I, humble dream maker that I am—”
“Was paid well, no doubt,” Nadia cut him off. “But not to destroy this shop. Everything back to normal. Now.”
Harry deflated at her stern look. “Well…Alright. A moment please.”
Nadia stepped aside, out of the way of all the gourds watching Harry carefully. She didn’t know what spell he had used, but she could certainly keep an ear out for ones he definitely shouldn’t be using.
Darrell came up beside her looking between her, Harry, and the gourds with wide eyes. “I don’t have to clean this all up, do I?”
“No,” Nadia assured him. She bared her teeth in a smile to Harry as he finished rounding the children away from the gourds. “Harry will have no trouble doing that.”
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Prompt G for the alphabet superset challenge is "Gourds." A bit of an autumnal flair. I also tried to actually have dialogue with characters communicating which seems to be missing a bit in my work so far. Whoops.
Continuing my theme of casual magic, constrained to 20 minutes of writing with minimal editing.
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!
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laughontour · 2 years
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jawllines writings
my personal masterlist
*i initially made this for myself to remember liv's fics because my memory is terrible! with that being said, there may be some spoilers here & there on this post! you've been warned*
☆ = fave
red = to read!
orange = read/added to this post recently (within past month or so)
blue = unfinished
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TUMBLR:
(all hyper-linked YAY!)
(new) soulmates au - yn is cupid, so they fake date to help harry find his soulmate, coworkers -> friends -> lovers
vamprry - harry is newbie vamp yn’s mentor, puppy pet name, he’s a sweet meanie, great storybuilding, smut in pts 2/3/4, blood play obvi
ballerinarry - enemies -> lovers, virgin yn, mean harry, theyre paired together for a duet, smut in all parts
bodyguardrry - childhood friends -> lovers, slow burn, great storybuilding, part 4 is just spectacular
mermaidrry - left off after rollerskating in pt 2.
☆ firemanrry - himbo harry!!! grumpy yn, kinda subrry, virginrry (until pt 4), roommates, 2018liveontour-era hair *has patreon checkins* ☆
☆ mechanicrry - smutty, collar, puppy pet name, mean grumpy harry, lhh *has patreon checkins* ☆
☆ harry does what on fridays? (boxerrry) - coworkers to friends to lovers, yn is oblivious and cutesy, harry is jealous and cutesy, no smut until pt 4 *has patreon checkins* ☆
tattoo artist harry/bookstore yn - cutesy, pure fluff, harry is really sweet, great storybuilding *has patreon checkins*
single dadrry/babysitter yn - dilfrry, son named teddy, domestic and cute, idk where i left off
criminology prof harry - daddy kink, not weird or manipulative, harry loves giving hehe, office sex, dom/sub undertones in pt 2 *has patreon checkins*
roller rink harry - strangers -> bffs -> lovers, harry writes erotica and yn helps him with writer’s block, how kind! *has patreon checkins*
yn isnt harrys type - best friends -> lovers, not au, harry is kind of annoying in this sry
harry is yns dominant - smutty, college student yn, niall was her dom before, niall watches the 1st time, harry is sweet and cares a lot about yn & that makes her feel insecure
harrys a pornstar & yns new - cute sometimes oblivious yn, ends very domestic, end up doing porn only with each other *has patreon checkins*
harry thinks he loathes yn -
☆ (old) soulmates au - I LOVE THEM!!! harry is insecure and cynical at first but they love each other so much. part 2 is just utter perfection. ☆
berry picker harry + yn doesnt talk
smoothie worker yn/harrys crushing - cutesy, no smut, harry is shy and quiet
harrys crushing & wants to kiss yn
harry & yn just love each other a lot - established relationship, harrys a horn dog, short
harry wakes up hard and it won't go down - self explanatory, kind of concerning he had to go like 4 rounds until he softened, hope he's okay
harry just thinks yn is adorable - barista & virgin yn, college harry
harry loves kissing and eating yn out - self explanatory, detailed & lovely
handjob on a fun fair ride
harry loves leaving hickeys & yn wants to watch a movie
yn is feeling off & blowing harry makes her feel better - exactly what the title says, yeah that's about it
harry wakes yn up in the middle of the night - just smut, f receiving, daddy mention once, dom/sub undertones
BLURBS (not in her masterlist):
vamprry in heat - he's an insecure precious cuddly angel in the beginning, filthy vamp mouth, anal in one section
vamprry eats yn out during that time of the month - basically pure filth, vamprry is cute though! is he from an og fic? idk
vamprry cums in yn for the first time - pure filth. noticing a pattern with vamprry, he's just a filthy bloke
vamprry thinks he wants a threesome - but he doesn’t! short, sweet and fluffy
harry edging himself - he gets all whiny and vocal
gangrry has a thing for yn's panties
yn likes it rough and harry worries
harry has a cat named evie and yn is a vet assistant - fluffy fluff, harrys crushing aw, short & sweet, wish this was a full series bc theyre so cute
harry got his wisdom teeth taken out - super cute to imagine, sweet loopy harry
harry catches yn googling kinky stuff - short n sweet, mention of spanking *get link*
☆ harry begs to eat her out for the first time - detailed and lovely ☆
harrys drunk and wants a kiss - cuddly drunk fluff with smut mention
yn rides a very vocal harry - pure smut
harry sexting yn after a 1d concert
yn catches harry wearing her panties - short fluff & sweetness
needy harry - short, a horny harry helps yn zip her dress while shopping, implied smut
pussy worshipping - short, just harry teasing yn before going to town on her
☆ yn forgets harrys bday - but she... makes it up to him... pure smut, butt plug mention, sort of punishment in the beginning, lots of lovely H dirty talk ☆
sick werewolf harry - fluffy clingy harry
yn puts in a plug - a bunny tail plug!, anal mention, super short, ends before smut
nipple play - on harry! short
harry comes so hard he cries - he was hard all day, fucks her mouth
jealous yn and vamp(? abo?) harry fuck
princerry’s chambermaid rides his thigh
the brat blurb - bdsm moment, daddy kink, pure filth
yn takes harry balls deep for the first time - short, unlike harry’s co—
harry calls himself daddy - yn starts it as a joke and he reciprocates, no smut, just fun teasing! short
harry & yn have been on a dry spell, then they fuck
PATREON:
bad boy harry - half fluff, half smut, he’s full of lots of love for yn and fingers her while she has a wet dream
yn is stress studying & harry wont have it - short, fluuuuuuuffy, spanking, mention of smut
criminology prof harry checkins - blurb) smut, spanking, use of butt plug, daddy kink. alt beginning) hot jealous harry, mention of smut but not really any smut in this part, he gives her a hickey. last checkin) cute, mention of smut, last line is funny
fratboy!harry - h took yn's virginity during a one night stand but she didn't tell him until a year later when she runs into him
roller rink harry check ins - 1) harry reads his writing to her and sex ensues. 2) jealous yn 3) continuation of previous part, smut
sugardaddy
camgirl!yn - short, verrrry short, just harry getting off to a camgirl
camboy!harry - h is yn's tutor/ta and she accidentally runs into his cam... he finds out, smut ensues, left unfinished before sex *has been rewritten now*
sugar daddyish harry - shes his assistant, h-receiving smut in 5/6, “ends” w him asking her to sit on his face
sub!harry - established relationship, pegging, no mommy kink, short and sweet
yn works at a sex shop & harrys shy - virginrry, theyre wine drunk and she watches him use the fleshlight in pt 2, three years of waiting for a part 4...
prince harry (different from tumblr series) - parts 1-3 are pure filth, harrys obsessed w his chambermaid
soft, sleepy sex - established relationship, it's exactly what the title says, short, use of Sir, mention of a plug/anal
y/n doesnt sleep ft mean daddy harry - too short, would love to see more of them, smut kind of? just spanking
best friends watching p0rn together - and yn watches harry masturbate during it
soft boyfriend!harry (both)
pegsters - yn pegs a usually dominant harry. fluffy in many bits
spanksters - same couple as pegsters, but yn is subby and in subspace this time, forgot where i left off
harry is feeling needy - established relationship, no smut, midnight snack moment, so cute!
when both of you have a cold - short and sweet and flufftastic, exactly what the title says
☆ fwb!harry - theyre so cute!!!, no explicit smut, part 6 is essentially a checkin (hint of dom!h) ☆
☆ valentine's day - established relationship, harry accidentally stood up yn so he... makes it up to her... 5 times, calls himself daddy, punishes himself ☆
tattoo parlor!h & book bee!yn checkins: 1) fluff, short, mention of smut @ end. 2) tiny bit of angst, very fluffy after that. 3) fluffiest fluff to ever fluff, day off morning snuggles + activities. vday) short, fluff, mention of smut, foot rubs!
jealous yn
prof!harry - mostly pure filth, part 9 is fully sweetness and fluff, they never actually go into a labeled/established relationship but they sure act like it!
camping trip
post wisdom tooth extraction - harry is in love w his platonic soulmate yn, last part (over 2 years ago, sigh) ends with him thinking to confess his love
nipple piercings
coworker!harry - yn is shy and cute, car sex, harry essentially lives between her thighs, paris moment, short and sweet
harry is too good at wrapping presents - fluffy fluff, harry teaches her
pornstar yn/h checkins: both fluffy and short! 2nd one is morning after sweetness
harrys a crybaby - pegging, subrry, short!!!
boyfriend!harry
harrys into bdsm and yn finds out - rr left off on pt 7
boxerry checkins - christmas) just fluffy fluff, yn and h gifting each other thoughtful, sweet gifts. valentines) more fluffy fluff and sweet gift-giving. ☆ numbered checkins) glorious smut, exibitionism ☆ doggy style) they edge for 2 weeks & she squirts. kinktober) first time bareback, harry has a love stiffy!
☆ mean dom!harry - pure utter complete filth, short parts, good for a quick rr, quote: "Precious, jealous, masochistic little flower, you’re so easy to read", waiting on final part 4 ☆
yn is training for it - basically just smut, short parts, college, virgin yn, cocky but sweet harry, he's Big, use of collar/leash/toys + puppy/kitty pet names, wish there was more back story
harry/yn antics - they're cuddly friends, harry doesn't know what google is and yn loves to tease him, a/b/o mention
mechanicrry checkins - no smut, harry is a affectionate snuggle bug who loves kisses, office party, jealous yn. christmas) harry surprisingly loves xmas & yn is a grinch! most recent) yn watches harry jerk off. kinktober) harry watches yn overstimulate on a sybian. valentines) yn’s vday plans don’t go as planned, fluffy
mean harry - harry is mean to yn but in reality he just really really really wants to F her. frenemies(?) -> lovers. parts 5-9 are smutty smut. theyre v cute. kinktober) breeding kink, jealous harry, pure filth, lots of dirty talk
yn & harry are stranded on a lake - cutesy, frat!harry, strangers -> besties -> lovers, smut in 6-8, harry basically worships her in pt 8
firemanrry checkins - thanksgiving) fluff, they have a snowball fight at the station. pegging) perfection but too short
escort yn - harry’s friends hook him up w an escort after he got cheated on in a long term relationship, harry falls for her, theyre tooth rotting sweet, smut in 7 & 12
trapped together on nye - frenemies to lovers, harrys a gaslighting dick for a while but hes all whipped and sweet by the end
valentine's - coworkers -> lovers, 7 dates of innocence and yn gets needy, 2nd part is smutty smut. kinktober) harry fucks yn’s face
camboy!H rewritten - study buddies -> lovers, she watches his streams ans he talks about her on there, smutfest in pt 9. kinktober) exhibitionism in study room, bit of humiliation
summer blurb - not au, just two friends going on an early morning lake trip, unrequited love, haven’t finished the last part
witchrry - kinktober) pegging/rimming harry, they’re kind of versatile
harry is a little odd (incubusrry) - kinktober) jealous H, some filth, but sweet cockwarming at the end
harry accidentally breaks into yn’s house - and is a (clumsy) pussy-eating fiend. that’s literally it.
harry puts a butt plug in yn’s stocking - anal (obvi), pure filth
yn hates phone calls, harry loves them - established relationship. angst then fluff, pt 2 is smut
harry gets hot while sleeping - and fucks yn’s thighs
tutor harry - a confident, sexy yn + a nerdy virgin harry. filthy smut in all parts. im obsessed w/ their dynamic
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iconicharry · 7 months
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word count: 13k | warnings: explicit language, emotional abuse, smoking, the concept of virginity
summary: Someday in the 1980s: The new woman in town, filthy rich and gorgeous, has all eyes on her, including Harry Styles who wants to win over her heart. Ever since he’s been visiting her at the roller rink, he has caught her interest as well, but as YN’s friends help her set a stupid idea into her head, she gets herself into a complicated mess.
PART ONE — STORY PAGE
Friday, 16 July
YN isn’t one to gawk.
Especially not when she’s more than often the one being gawked at from afar. It was just hard not to when she’s been only working in The Sweetheart Roller Rink for the better part of a few weeks and sees the same people constantly go in and out. It was always the same — children from four to ten who leave the tables sticky when she goes to wipe them off, the parents that are always complaining about the prices, twelve to fifteen-year-olds that are too cool to do anything and just hang around the arcade games and leave their godforsaken gums everywhere for her to scrape off, and the young adults who are trying to make fun of her working there.
Like the ones right this moment in the corner of the floor that are too cool to join the crowd circling in the rink. The beat of Stayin’ Alive is pumping loudly through the giant speakers on the walls and urges the people to make them move to the hypnotising falsettos like a drug in their veins, like snakes being charmed by a flute’s melody. The brightest source of light in the dark rink is breaking from the disco ball that is spinning above everyone into thousands of tiny stars reflecting off of the floor, walls and ceiling, along with the neon laser lights that were sporadically dancing around the room as well.
The rink is a living body in itself.
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dean-o-bean-o · 1 year
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I think personally that it is a bit of a crime that I have not seen any art of harry du bois in roller skates at a rink dancing to disco and skating circles around kim, who has one of those trainer wheely things but still looks inexplicably cool
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