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𝅭⠀trick or treat?⠀.⠀art donaldson⠀૮⠀since childhood, halloween was art's favorite holiday along with trick-or-treating. but, after his retirement, divorce, and the fact that his daughter barely wanted to spend some time with him, he started ignoring his favorite day... until you showed up, much to his delight.⠀♡ gender neutral!

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𝅭⠀internship⠀.⠀charlie mayhew⠀૮⠀halloween night, the worst time of year to work all night as an intern in st. agatha general hospital, especially if you hated halloween with every fiber of your body and hadn't had a proper rest in days. charlie was really worried that your past traumas wouldn't let you work.⠀♡ gender neutral!

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𝅭⠀comforting madness⠀.⠀kit walker⠀૮⠀accused of crimes he swore on his life he didn't commit, kit was increasingly at rock bottom, with no way out and alone. he just wanted to give up on life once and for all, until he found someone as imperfect as him.⠀♡ gender neutral!

𝅭⠀sharp-toothed husband⠀.⠀harry gardner⠀૮⠀his innocence in believing that moving to a beach town for the winter would help him forget about the creative block that haunted him. harry was lost and more frustrated than ever, trying to hide his bloodlust and sharp teeth from a pregnant you. oops, too late for him, you caught him red-handed.⠀♡ female!user

[darling-i-read-it]

The Mistress

Harry Gardner x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: smut (blowjob), cheating, sex in a public bathroom literally while his family is in the other room (who am i) 

Author’s Note: Hi love! Sorry this took so long! I feel like I went with the slightly creepy route straight into a bj lmao so I hope you like it. I don’t know how I feel lmaoo

Requested by anon, Happy to hear you're doing well, hun! I'm so excited to see your upcoming pieces because these most recent two are absolute gems 💗(I'm a big GTA and RE fan what can I saw I was overjoyed to see them 🤭)

Don't mind me with another Harry request (my sincere apologies, I'm obsessed 😌) I had this potentially spicy plot in mind - Harry x fem!reader. When he sees her being flirty with someone but cannot let his jealousy show since his wife is like RIGHT there. But still makes sure to let her know how much she upset him later on 😉 Take your time with this sweetie and if you don't feel like writing it that's totally ok too! 🤗 Thank you for gracing this site with your lovely works and making my day with them as well. Take care and have a wonderful day/night ~ Addie ❤

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Harry’s love for his wife was obligatory. The love he had for her was necessary, to keep their family going. He had created a space where he could comfortably do his job and be seen as successful. He had the wife, the house, and the kid. He had the room to grow and the means to do it. 

But you…you were not a want. You were a need. You were alluring in his worst times, gorgeous in his best. He could watch you move for hours and wonder what it was about you that entranced him. He could picture you from the bed as you slipped your clothes on and the memory filled his entire eyesight. He could see nothing else but you when you were there. 

You were like one of the people he wrote about. You were unreal. He couldn’t live without you now. 

“You’re starring,” your voice broke him from his thoughts. Sometimes he forgot you were actually there. You sat on the side of the bed, arms moving with grace down to your feet. You put your socks on, side eyeing him. “Everything alright?” 

“Uh huh.” He was in a shitty motel with sheets that he knew hadn’t been washed in far too long. 

“H?” You sat up straight. He grabbed your hand, shaking his head. 

“I’m fine,” he promised. You pursed your lips, nodding slowly. 

“You have to get back.” The time schedule he was on was brutal. Sometimes he wondered if the life he had was even worth all this. Couldn’t he just live here with you forever? The misery of his demonic child and his never ending wife seemed like a hell he had trapped himself in. When had he wanted that? “Henry.” 

“I’m here. I swear. I just don’t want to leave you.” Your face read the emotions he was feeling. You didn’t want to leave either but someone had to. If this thing was to be sustainable, you had to go. 

“I never thought I’d be here you know,” you muttered. Even your voice sounded melodic. “In bed with a married man. Jesus. What would my mother say?” He felt a pang of guilt but not for the person who he should’ve. He had put you in this position. You could’ve been living a life with a free man, someone to show you off to the world. Instead you were in shitty hotels by the ocean, the salt coming in through broken window frames. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You shook your head. 

“It’s alright. We’re in this boat together, hm?” He grabbed your hand and held it. The hand that had just been all over him, the hand that had felt every inch of his body. You must have been thinking about it too because you kissed him gently. A goodbye kiss. He wanted to curse, to beg you to stay. He didn’t. 

“I need to write you into a story,” he said against your lips. 

“Oh yeah? The girl who never got what she wanted?” 

“The girl who could get whatever she desired.” 

“That sounds better than my thing.” You smiled gently. “I’ll see you later?” He nodded, a promise he was sure to keep. He hoped he wouldn’t see you around town before that, for the sake of his life. For the sake of yours! You stood up. “I’m excited to read what you write me into. Hopefully a better situation than this.” 

You thought about the character of you and envied her. You would be her one day, you hoped. 

-

She was like fire if it never spread. Her silence was dangerous, the presence of her was terrifying. Electrifying was an understatement. She was the lightning that made electricity. She was the origin, the start, the very being that could bring down trees with a touch. She was-

“What’re you writing?” Doris’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard. His initial reaction scared him a bit and he tried to be more caring. 

“Nothing. Nothing, I don’t think anyway.” He shut his computer. 

“Are we still going out to dinner?” 

“Yes. Yeah, sorry, time got away from me.” He got up from the chair. Doris was standing beside Alma who had her coat and shoes on already. She was giving Harry a look of disinterest, similar to her mothers. But Doris at least tried to cover it with a feign emotion, one he couldn’t grasp. “Coming.” 

They piled into the car and were quickly arriving at a small diner. The small diners in Provincetown were stereotypical and uninteresting. There was little local color and little locals. He saw you the second he walked in, like you had attracted his eyes like a magnet. You were sitting at the counter, a milkshake between your hands. Your hair fell in front of your eyes a bit as a smile played on your face. His eyes followed to the waiter you were speaking to. A man about your age, sharing your smile. The jealousy in him was surprising. He didn’t own you. 

But he wanted to. 

You hadn’t seen him yet. Maybe he could convince Doris to leave and go somewhere else. 

“Right here. You’re the newer family right? Big house on the water?” Their waitress said, gesturing to the table. Doris had been speaking and he hadn’t even noticed. 

“Yes ma’am,” Harry responded. 

“We don’t get lots of visitors here, except for the writers.”

“My husbands the writer,” Doris explained. At the mention of the topic, you turned your head ever so slightly. Your eyes locked for just a moment, zero panic in your face. It was like you didn’t even know him. You turned your head back to the waiter behind the counter. 

“What kinds of things do you write?” the waitress asked. 

“Screenplays.” “Anything I’ve seen?” 

“Not yet,” Doris promised. You were too distracting. He couldn’t stay here with you. His phone buzzed and he knew it was you. He checked it obsessively, turning it towards him so that Doris and Alma couldn’t see. 

I’m sorry, you texted. He didn’t answer. 

“Can I get you started with some waters?” 

His eyes flickered to you. Smiling at the waiter, a gentle comradery. It made him sick. 

“Yes please,” Doris said. She watched him and his discomfort but couldn’t find the source of it. The waitress left, leaving them alone, without a buffer between him and you. He opened up his phone again, staring at the message. You should leave. Why weren’t you leaving? “Everything okay?” 

He couldn’t hear what you were saying but he could see your hand brushing the waiters. Closer to your age, likely not married. Attainable. You could have something attainable. He glanced at Doris and nodded curtly. 

“I just need to go to the bathroom.” He got up, loudly. She scoffed, nodding. 

“Okay.” He pushed past you. Your eyes followed him as he turned the corner. You looked back at the waiter. 

“If you’ll excuse me, I have to use the little girls room.” You slid off the stool with a small smile and left your milkshake. You turned the corner and knocked on the men's bathroom door. It opened quickly. It was the type of bathroom that was private, without stalls. Just two rooms. 

Harry grabbed your hand and dragged you inside. He shut the door and locked it behind you. 

“I didn’t know you would be here,” you argued. He was standing so close to you, practically pining you to the door. 

“Who was that?” 

“Who was who?” 

“Don’t act coy,” he spat. You had never seen him so angry, jealousy practically dripping from his eyes. 

“The waiter? He’s a friend.” 

“That all?” “Harry, we can't do this right now. Your family is outside. Come on, we’ll talk later.” You made no movement. He starred, at you, at your features, the ones he could always find comfort in. He grabbed your wrist. “Harry?”

“Get on your knees.” 

You raised an eyebrow but the look in his eyes was too alluring to argue. He was usually gentle and guiding through sex, always careful with you even when he was rougher. You didn’t mind the demanding tone in his voice. You slinked down the door, onto your knees. You looked up at him. 

He was gazing down at you, his hand cupping your chin. You waited to see what he would do. Was he being so daring because his family was out there? Had you crossed a line neither of you had dared to verbalize? 

You put your hands on his waistband. He nodded, ushering you along. You undid his belt and fought with his jeans to pull them down. It didn’t take long for him to get hard at the adrenaline of the moment and you sitting before him. You pumped with your hand, staring up at him still. 

You wanted to tell him the waiter meant nothing. But actions spoke louder than words. You wrapped your lips around him, eyes locked, a glaze over his. He was staring at you like you were a meal. As you moved up and down, bobbing your head back and forth, he grabbed a fist full of your hair. He started to guide you more forcefully, a jealousy lacing his touch. 

You came up for air as minimally as you could. He lasted too long. His family was going to miss him. They would see your lone milkshake and wonder which of you would leave first. There weren’t enough people in this diner to not connect the dots. 

His precum was drooling down your chin. He wanted to fuck you. He knew he didn’t have time. Instead he let you make him cum, swallowing everything you could, making an erotic gagging noise as you did so. His moans came out muffled but clear, head tilted back in pleasure. 

You wiped your mouth, leaning your head against the door. 

“Feel better?” you asked. He scoffed. He helped you up, catching you as you stumbled. He kissed you, tasting himself among your lips. He could stay here with you forever and starve happily. “You go out first,” you muttered. “I’ve gotta wash up.” 

He nodded. He stared at you for a moment longer, brushing your hair out of your face. You locked eyes and the intimacy filled up the bathroom. You wanted to kiss him again but knew you had no time. You would have to let him go, just this once. 

“Thanks,” he muttered under his breath. 

“Anytime H.” You slithered away from him. “Pull your pants up and go back to your family.”

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[dreamypqulson]

— hold me into the new dawn

requested by anon: Would you be able to write something sad/hurt/comfort with Doris Gardner?

summary: after surviving provincetown, you are left with the night terror’s that comes with it, luckily you have doris to bring you back to safety.

pairing: doris gardner x female reader

word count: 1300

a/n: pretend harry isn’t in this gif🥴

It was the trembling bed that woke Doris up. Whimpers echoed against the silent four walls but the sound was loudest beside her. She heard her name being called somewhere between the cries and pleads but she could not pin point the rest.

Her eyes fully adjusted to the darkened room. She leaned up onto her elbows, and to the moonlight seeping through the curtains, it illuminated your distressed body.

Your movements only got stronger, harsher, the longer it went on. Doris’s chest was overwhelmed and riddled with anxiety. When you loudly whimpered out her name once more, your body greatly shook and she decided that she could not leave you like this.

“Y/n!” She said but her voice did not pass a mere whisper. She lightly shook you but to no avail. “Y/n, honey!” Her voice grew louder, the hands shaking your body becoming far more hastier.

The torture had finally ended, but she wasn’t sure that it was from her own doing. You shot up in bed, chest heaving and face beat red from the fight you’ve put up without even being conscious.

Your eyes frantically searched the room, looking for Doris everywhere except for the once place you typically knew she would be. Finally, you looked beside you, emotion crashed over you face when you saw the pure concern on her own.

“D— Doris,” you sobbed, and your face completely crumbled into your hands. She immediately took action, wrapping her arms around your body, so fragile in the moment. “I— I thought you died!”

You fell back into her embrace. Her sweet scent of vanilla filled you up. You could feel Doris’s stomach rise and fall as she took each breath but you just refused to believe that the woman’s pulse was still pulsing and that her lungs were still inflating, deflating, with air. The night terror had been so real that you hardly believe that your girlfriend holding you is truly there.

“It was just a bad dream, sweetie,” she whispered in your ear. The blonde woman brushed her fingers through your hair to calm you, gently untangling the knots that your erratic movements had caused. “I’m here. I’m right here with you. It’s over now.”

Doris softly shushed you, whispering the sweetest of nothings in your ear. It hadn’t been the first time this had occurred, but certainly the most terrifying. Ever since you and Doris had moved back home after Provincetown, you had awful night terrors. What you and Doris had went through and saw had scarred you.

You nuzzled your head into Doris’s neck, attempting to protect yourself from the outside. She let her hands drop to your back, sneaking under your shirt to lightly scratch the skin there. She could feel your rapid breaths from beneath her finger tips. It concerned her. “Breathe, honey. Deep breaths, in and out. You’re safe now.”

You picked up a piece of her long, silky hair, twirling it between your fingers to distract yourself while you follow her instructions.

She pulls you back and cups your cheeks with her cold hands, staring into your eyes with a gentle smile and scrunched nose. It’s nearly impossible to not smile back when she gives you that face, she knows it too. You advert your eyes elsewhere to avoid your own blush.

She places her forehead against yours; it causes you to look back at her. Her skin against yours somewhat grounds you. “Ready? Breathe in four.”

You comply, breathing in for four beats with your girlfriend.

“Hold four.” Doris taps her thumb four times on your cheek to counts along with the seconds.

“And out eight.”

You finally release a long breath. Doris keeps her forehead firmly against yours and you keep your eyes down in shame. You woke her up in the middle of the night for this. You felt horrible.

“Tea and some fresh air?” Doris says, rather than asks. She knows you need to breathe your own air. To have something other than this stuffy room to relax and calm you.

The walk downstairs was all too quick. For the majority of it, you kept your eyes shut and head down on Doris’s chest. You were still shaken up, frightened that the pale men would grab you from her reach.

Doris stops when you walk by the kitchen. "I'm gonna make you some tea, sweetheart. Go head out to the front porch."

You whine and grips Doris’s arm even tighter. You feel like a child but you simply do not want to be alone right now. She sighs but completely understands. “Alright. Come on,”

Doris brings you into the kitchen with her. She turns on the light and the brightness has you both squinting at such a late hour. The house is silent besides the tea pouring into the ceramic mug. Your girlfriend listens to your breathing to make sure you’re steady. You listen to Doris’s breathing to make sure that it was truly just a nightmare and she is, in fact, alive and well.

Doris then, with a steamy mug in one hand and your shaky hand in the other, walks out onto the porch. It's foggy out and there's no cars on the road. It feels like a fever dream that neither of you want to wake up from.

You both sit down on two chairs that are right beside the door. She hands you your tea, although worried that you’ll spill it with shaky hands.

You don’t spill it. You don’t drink it either. You simply stare into the mug as if there was a film playing on it. You stare so intently like it's the most interesting thing.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Doris suddenly asks, and for a moment, the silent streets make her sound so loud. Like the entire world can hear. But it’s only the two of you. It has only ever been the two of you.

Your lip trembles and you refuse to look up. A tear drop falls into your tea instead. You want to place the mug down and lunge herself into Doris, but you can't. You’re stuck.

“I— I don’t know. I’m just so scared, I almost lost you back in that hell town. I don’t want that to ever happen again. Doris, I need you in my life. I— I—,” you begin to uncontrollably sob again, so much that you lose your train of thought.

Doris shushes you and she places your mug down on the small table for you too.

"I'll never leave you," She grabs both of your hands, holding them in hers. "Never. Do you hear me, honey? They’re gone. It’s over. And now i’ll be here for the rest of our life. I promise.”

You finally crumble. Doris catches you and she lightly tugs you onto her on her lap. "All that matters..." She puts your hand onto her own chest. "Is this." She guides your fingers along her beating heart. You subconsciously traces a heart onto the soft flesh.

"And this" Doris taps her own free fingers against

your chest. She can feel your heart finally beating slower, at a less concerning rate than it was just a few minutes ago. "And they're both still beating. They'll still be beating for years and years from now, alright?"

You nodded, and then put your ear against Doris’s chest. You contently listened to the thumping sound. The pattern never once faltering. You would listen to it over and over until it put you to sleep just like a lullaby would for a child.

Doris sat there, awake, holding you protectively incase of another scare. But she was certain that wouldn't happen again, because your subconscious could hear the beating of her heart against your ear. This time, she is real, she is alive, she is here with you.

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𝐛𝐨-𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧 ❅ all bo-katan ❅ all bo-katan smut ❅ all bo-katan fluff ❅ all bo-katan angst 𝐛𝐨𝐛𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭 ❅ all boba fett ❅ all boba smut ❅ all boba fluff ❅ all boba angst 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 ❅ all din djarin ❅ all din smut ❅ all din fluff ❅ all din angst ❅ all din x gn reader ❅ all din x male reader ❅ all din x plus size reader

[coopermorrow]

American Horror Story Masterlist

This is my official masterlist for American Horror Story characters. I write for all the characters listed as well as others if it is requested. I will also write for their actors. For additional information, please refer to the post linked below.

This masterlist along with my others will be updated everytime a new story/fic is written or in the works of being written.

TATE LANGDON:

-none yet

VIOLET HARMON:

-none yet

NORA MONTGOMERY:

-none yet

LANA WINTERS:

-none yet

KIT WALKER:

-Comfort - Kit Walker x Reader

SISTER MARY EUNICE MCKEE:

-none yet

QUEENIE:

-none yet

MADISON MONTGOMERY:

-none yet

ZOE BENSON:

-none yet

CORDELIA GOODE:

-none yet

MISTY DAY:

-none yet

KYLE SPENCER (Pre and Post Death):

-none yet

DANDY MOTT:

-none yet

TRISTAN DUFFY:

-none yet

JAMES PATRICK MARCH:

-none yet

ELIZABETH/THE COUNTESS:

-none yet

KAI ANDERSON:

-none yet

WINTER ANDERSON:

-none yet

MICHAEL LANGDON:

-none yet

MALLORY:

-none yet

BROOKE THOMPSON:

-none yet

XAVIER PLYMTPON:

-none yet

MONTANA DUKE:

-none yet

HARRY GARDNER:

-none yet

[choerypetal]

Jealous Harry Gardner prompt.

Some prompts of Harry Garnder as a jealous boyfriend, enjoy!

Also : For those who are waiting for Temptation pt2 it’s on a writing process! Can’t wait to post it.🤍

Warning : pls don’t copy/paste my works!!

A jealous Harry didn’t take much. The man almost lost everything even with the success he had, which he was great full for each day. However, seeing another person being taking away as one of their prey haunted him each nights. Especially you.

Once and always a cocky writer as told to him prior, he would be proud so proud even to show to anyone whom dared to look at you in a way that triggers him ; to the point of angered him even. Thus leaving some marks, hickeys in every parts of your body as he pleases.

Wearing some of his clothes is definitely a huge turn on for him, note that if he ever whiteness seeing you wearing his favorite brands, he was loosing himself through you with such lust that could easily be controlled if you intended to tease him.

Kisses were as delicate and messier by the second. He often when he wanted, teased you with the littlest amount of touch, his glance deepens with pleasure watching you beg for him.

Dates in contrary to a normal couple consisted of many hunts to survive the coldness of P-Town. Gathering some provision for the family became almost a top priority. Seeing you so vulnerable around your newest victim almost turned in him so much that whiting a spill of a second were found making out blending your bodies with it’s mess.

When returning home with a questionable Ursula who preferred not to interfere simply smirked knowing that being subtle in yours and Harry’s dictionary was long forbidden and by noticing the small dried drops of blood left from your clothes to go wash up.

Him however, enjoying these tease from his manager and leaning to murmur for finishing the night at peace, to await him in the shower.

After care with Harry were the best anyone could ever ask. Not only he was the best at cuddles but the man knew how to treat you like a queen.

Fresh baths with a touch of a lavender or roses scent depending on the night, often joining you. Wrapping you into his arms, holding you tight.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

I know you said you wanted some double feature requests so how about a Harry Gardner x reader where the reader knows that Harry takes the pills because he told them and they make him "protein shakes" to tide him over in between kills but they're worried that he's not getting the nourishment he needs so they start putting some of their own blood into the drinks and when he finds out he immediately gets worried for their health so it's kind of angsty but ends in fluff? Sorry if that's too weird

It's not weird at all! Harry is so fine, I'd make him a blood smoothie any day-

Protein Shakes (Harry Gardner x reader)

Warnings: Spoilers for double feature, dark themes, discussion of the black pills' side effects, accidental finger cutting, intentional finger/hand cutting, mild cursing, mentions of blood, unappetizing description of a "protein shake", reader is a simp for Harry (aren't we all)

You and your husband, Harry, moved to Provincetown during the winter so he could work on his writing. He didn't have the inspiration he needed to finish the pilot he needed to, so when a local legend offered him a pill he guaranteed would help, he jumped at the opportunity.

Ever since he'd started taking the pill, however, he'd had this insatiable lust for human blood, which he quelled a couple of times a week by killing some random pedestrian he came across who wouldn't be missed. You gave yourself the job of making sure he was fed in between kills, not only because you worried about him, but so that he wouldn't wake up one day and start looking at you like his next meal.

Once a day you would fix him a snack, a protein shake if you will, mixed with blended steak (and the occasional roadkill). One morning, you accidentally cut yourself while you were chopping up the beef. Not wanting to have to go to the store to get 10 more packages of steak, you stuff it in the blender anyway, making sure to get yourself a bandaid after.

After you poured the bloody concoction into a mug, you walked into the living room to see Harry furiously typing away at his laptop.

"Breakfast," you say as you put the mug on the coffee table beside him, lightly kissing him on the head.

He took a quick sip before glancing at you and smiling. "Thanks sweetie," he said as he continued working.

That was odd, you thought as you made your way back into the kitchen. He would usually ignore you when you brought him breakfast, let alone thank you for it.

Then you remembered how some of your blood got on the meat that was put in the blender. Realizing that having actual blood in his diet might make him happier, you decided to make it a normal thing.

It had been a couple of weeks since you'd started putting your blood in his morning meals, and Harry seemed fairly happier: he'd started thanking you when you would bring him his meals, and he was snapping at you less than usual.

On your side, however, things wouldn't doing so great. The constant blood letting from you had started to take its toll. What started as a small finger nick that was just deep enough to draw blood had turned into you cutting open a line down your finger long enough to where you couldn't close it properly without it hurting.

The whole thing came to a head one day when Harry walked in on you cutting open the inside of your palm.

"What are hell you doing?"

You turned around just in time to see him running towards you. He took the knife from you and put it on the counter before wrapping your hand in a dish towel.

"I'm sorry," you said quietly as he rummaged around looking for the first aid kit. You could tell how much self restraint it took for him to not start sucking the blood from your wound, and it made you feel bad for putting him in a situation like that in the first place.

After he found the first aid kit, he silently started cleaning your wound.

"Are...are you mad?" You quietly asked, looking at the ground.

He sighed, throwing the dirty towel into the trash can as he began to bandage your injury. "No, I'm not mad, I'm just...confused. Why would you do something like that to yourself?"

You hesitated before answering. "I did it for you."

"What?" His head shot up, a surprised look on his face. "Why?"

"It's just...I know how difficult it can be for you, having to drink blood substitutes rather than the real thing. The first time it happened, I cut myself purely by accident. But when I saw how happy it made you to have real human blood, I started to do it more often. I guess....I just wanted you to be happy."

His features soften as he looked at you.

"Baby, I'm already happy, because I have you. I know I don't say it often, but I appreciate you and everything you do for me, and I never want you to feel like you have to do something that hurts yourself in order to make me happy, okay?"

You slowly nodded as he finished bandaging your hand. When he was done, he leaned over and gave you a gentle kiss.

"I love you," he whispered across your lips.

"I love you too," you said as you softly kissed him back.

[scarlettconfetti]

(AHS: RED TIDE) HARRY GARDNER X WRITER!READER

summary: being harry gardner’s best friend & a fellow writer.

harry gardner is your best friend & fellow partner in crime when it comes to writing.

you are both incredibly dedicated to your craft.

spending hours in low lit rooms trying to type out something the resembles a plot.

having equally messy work spaces that neither of you have organised.

if you have attempted to organise it, harry will have invaded it within a few hours.

falling asleep at your desks often.

if harry wakes up, he’ll carry you to the spare bedroom on the way to his own, or drape a blanket over you if you don’t want to move in case inspiration hits.

if you wake up, you’ll nudge him to remind him of the time & cover him with a blanket if he wishes to stay at the desk.

bouncing ideas off of each other all the time. sometimes literally with the various plot points you’d both be scribbling on paper & throwing at one another.

communicating by either kicking each other playfully under the table or just straight up yelling it out when a game changing idea for a plot comes to mind.

doris has often come to check on you both when she hears yelling & just rolls her eyes at you both when she realises that you’ve both either hit writers block or a fantastic idea.

doris is sweet and supportive & is often the one to make sure both you and harry eat, drink & touch some grass from time to time.

both of you are pretty chaotic writers.

doing anything & everything for that sweet taste of inspiration.

you don’t move to provincetown straight away.

harry has to beg you.

“we need to see each other for this to work.”

“the internet exists, harry. we talk everyday.”

“it’s not the same! i’m losing my mind!”

however, your best friend is very persuasive & you move to providence a few days later.

he’s so smug about it.

you’d be annoyed if he wasn’t practically family.

he hugs you tight when you arrive.

harry is a pretty decent hugger.

“oh, thank god you’re here!” he’d say as he’s practically dragging you to the table, ready to carry on trying to fight through the writers block.

neither of you are particularly great at handling writers block.

it is a cruel, malevolent devil after all.

sometimes you’ll snap at one another, but you always apologise to each other soon after.

trying to get inspiration sometimes can be like trying to get blood out of a stone.

glaring at your screens together.

“anything?”

“not since you asked me five minutes ago, harry.”

both of you doing everything you can to ease the block.

going for long walks together.

it’s not easy to focus in the house.

harry practically crying tears of joy & knocking you off your chair with a hug when you gift him & yourself earplugs/noise cancelling headphones to shut alma’s music out.

focus is important to you both.

you’re an unstoppable team when in the writers zone.

meeting the locals of provincetown & seeking inspiration from slightly unconventional methods.

together, you and harry are prepared to do anything for that burst of creativity after all.

a/n: i love this man. i have never connected with a character so strongly before. you have to do what you gotta do to get through that writers block. i mean, i’ve been there, i’ve drank my way to writers inspiration to the point where i ate a cabbage on a fork, screamed at family & housemates & woken my ex girlfriend up about four am to talk about plot points so i really, really connected to harry.

edit: dear god i spelt his name wrong 😩

[elle-guttemberg]

The reader discovers Harry's secret

Notes: This story has no masochism or strange tendencies. The reader acts like a normal person, as a normal person would in a situation like this.

Maybe, I can write a part two.

I hope you like it! English isn't my first language and sorry about mistakes and the many You. I never wrote with an insert reader.

You and Harry had been together for six years, "mutual support" was a word that would define your relationship well.

After all, you were always by his side, encouraging him to fight for his dreams, even when he thought about giving up. Which is why you came to Provincetown, not having thought twice about agreeing when your boyfriend said he was going to town for inspiration.

You knew he just needed the right idea... And that right idea came along, however, you couldn't feel happy or proud when he gave his flawless scripts to read.

Well, you weren't stupid, you knew something was wrong: Harry wrote nonstop, like a zombie in front of the computer, went out every night with Belle and Austin, giving an excuse that no longer convinced you, besides that he had acquired a big appetite by red meat, mainly bloody.

And of course there were those "things" that prowled around and attacked your house, which obviously weren't junkies. However, you had no idea what they could be and that made you dread this place even more.

Tired of not having answers to your questions, you decided to follow Harry on one of his morning walks - which were rare these days - and it wasn't surprised when you saw him talking to a man under the dock. Not until he started fighting with that man.

You couldn't see well because of the distance, but, it was clear that the screenwriter had a knife and cut his rival's throat, who fell on the sand trying to stanch the wound with his hand - which was impossible.

Watching your boyfriend commit murder made your stomach knot in a tight knot, your heart feeling like it would stop beating with grief. And you felt your breakfast return as Harry began to suck on the dead man's neck, seeing his mouth smeared with blood as he lifted his head to look around. Fortunately, he didn't see you.

Terribly scared, you ran away, wanting to get home immediately, pack your bags, and head back to New York, unable to think about anything other than the fact that you were living with a bloodsucking killer.

"It couldn't get any worse," you thought, instantly regretting it when you saw three of those pale things coming your way. They looked hungry for something and determined.

As you looked around, you realized that you had nothing to defend yourself against, and the only way to escape would be to go back where you came from.

Slowly backing away, you made one last eye contact with your pursuers before running again, feeling them behind you.

You ran as hard as you could in the slippery environment, but suddenly the wind blew in your direction, sending sand in your face, blinding you and causing you to trip over something and land hard on the shore.

At that moment, you cursed all sorts of existing deities and opened your eyes with difficulty, seeing not only that it was a piece of thick tree branch that hindered you, but also one of the pale ones dangerously close.

With nothing to lose - except your life - you picked up the branch and rose with some difficulty, lifting it and hitting the creature on the head, making it double over with the blow.

You took a few more blows, hard enough to pass out. But, you didn't have much time for another more rational action, as another pale one came up and when you tried to hit him, the piece of wood broke.

"Damn it!" And in a desperate attitude, gave him a hard kick in the groin. Which worked, as the attacker stumbled back with an unnatural scream.

Two were already gone, there was only one more to go, which recoiled a little and opened his mouth in a menacing way, letting him see the sharp teeth...

It was as if a stone had fallen on your head and everything was clear: the long teeth, the thirst with which one of them had gone into Harry's neck...

They must be a gang of vampires. But there was no rational sense. Were they from some macabre sect?

You couldn't tell how long you spent trying to form a coherent theory, turning out to be a huge mistake when you felt something throw itself over you.

It was the pale creature that had hit close to the private parts. That it was now desperately craving to bring its mouth to your throat as you thrashed, a futile attempt to push it away.

When you managed to sense that the third thing was approaching, the reality that your end was near collapsed.

All your dreams, plans, friends, family, would end with a bite that would rip your skin and jugular.

You closed your eyes and couldn't resist anymore, yet, you felt the weight being lifted off your body.

Not knowing what to do, you decided to remain motionless on the sand - in fact, you couldn't even get up and go look for help if wanted to.

- Y/N! Are you okay?! You heard the voice you didn't want.

You finally opened your eyes, noticing that those creatures disappeared and walked away from Harry before he could touch you.

The screenwriter frowned, not understanding anything. But right then, he felt a slight distrust and fear.

- Why are you here?

You were silent, getting to your feet carefully as you thought of the best words to say.

- I came to find out what was happening to you... And by the way, your little secret is dirtier than I imagined! Your tone was sarcastic, not hiding your disappointment and pain.

Harry freaked out.

- Y/N, I can explain the situation. But please don't leave me! I love you!

You could see he was being sincere, nonetheless, continuing that relationship would be colluding with his actions, with the fact that you knew his boyfriend was killing innocent people - or not - and feeding on their blood like a psychopath.

If he did that to them, he could do it to you.

- Look, Harry. If I were you, I'd be glad I didn't call the police right now!

- But will you do it? Will you put me behind bars? I could be sentenced to life in prison! The man's despair was growing, all that remained was to kneel at your feet asking for mercy.

- I still don't know what to do, Harry... You replied sincerely, wiping a tear that had run down. - But our story ends here! And before the writer responded, you left as quickly as possible. Being relieved to realize that you was not being followed by the person you loved so much, but, who managed to destroy in minutes, all your confidence.

So, when was just you and the icy breeze of the wind, you allowed yourself to collapse through the whole situation.

[darling-i-read-it]

Hi again, hope you're having a good day :)

I'm so happy to find someone just as head over heels for Finn as I've been lol I adore your fics so much, I can't go a day without rereading them, you're so talented dear. I adore Red Tide even though I saw a lot of poor reviews for it I'm so glad I didn't let them stop me :D

As for my request, feel free to decline I'll understand completely but here it is: Harry Gardner x Reader (female if that's ok with you) and some domestic fluff. I'm leaving everything else up to your liking and ideas 🥰

Take care <3

I hope you enjoy dear! It's slightly hilarious I've congregated this little harry gardner fandom and i'm glad to provide <3 I hope you don't mind I did it headcanons style, I thought that would be most accurate to your request!

the silent domesticness of yours and harry's relationship is one to aspire for

he loves the quiet moments, the ones that no one else sees, the ones where you're still asleep and he can just stare at you

when he was younger he was a hopeless romantic at heart, being a writer and all

when his writing was more rooted in passion he always thought he would have that fairytale relationship

the ones that grand stories are written about

he found as he grew older, he wanted the ones that are so sweet and bland that they're usually just mentioned in passing in those big stories

the big stories have too much drama

when he was writing you would bring him coffee sometimes and sit beside him, reading your own book or doing your own things

the silence was the best of it. comfortable. not pushing him to pay attention but listening when he was stumped

"I can't figure this out," he murmured. He was staring at the computer screen like it would change for him. You looked up from your book, eyes droopy.

"Figure what out?"

"What the hell I'm trying to say here."

"Read it to me," you said, putting your book down on your chest. He turned to face you and cleared his throat before he started. He had your full attention. This is what marriage was supposed to be.

he tended to a life that was quiet, especially after the two of you moved out into the a small beach town

he could finally live out the silly dreams of being a husband by the town, the one who would get donuts if he woke up early and get decorations for anniversary's

living together was like a perfect little storm

perfect may be a stretch. it was like a storm that you both knew rather well

you would see his clothes on the ground and toss them into the hamper. he would close the toothpaste when you left it unscrewed. you would rearrange the fridge on Saturdays and he would wipe down the bedside tables, throwing away anything left behind.

he loves to cuddle

he loves to have his hands everywhere all the time, if you're making dinner of if you're just sitting beside him

hand on your leg, your arm, your side

even when you're out he likes to hold hands, even after the magic has faded a bit and the normalcy of marriage sits in

he doesn't ever not want to show you off. we're a unit. can you see that we're a unit?

You were falling asleep on the couch after a long day at work. The TV was on but you had stopped paying attention to it, only registering the drum of voices. You heard Harry walk in and you felt the dip in the couch. You opened your eyes a tad to see him leaning over so that he would lay on you.

You scoffed, preparing for him to take your breath away. He let out a groan as he got comfortable, slinging your leg around him, nestling his head into your chest. You wrapped your arms around his back.

"Do you know we have a bed?" he whispered. You giggled halfheartedly, your sleepiness not allowing anything else.

"So far. Too many steps."

you fall asleep there together because you can. Because no one is going to tell you not to.

you fall in love in those moments

when he makes your favorite food or buys something from the store he knows you would like even though you've never tried it. moments like those make everything else worth it <3

[syven-siren]

I have this idea for a Harry fic and I feel like I’m gonna have to write to just to get it off my mind.

[kolsangel]

MASTERLISTS (requests are open x)

ღ the vampire diaries/the originals

ღ stranger things

ღ skins uk

ღ american horror story

ღ harry potter

© kolsangel. do not copy, modify, translate, repost or take my ideas/concept without giving credits but comments, feedback, reblogs and asks are very much welcome ! ⚜🩸

[nvwxrlvcns]

Ok I’ve never sent a request before but I might as well aha. Maybe Austin sommers x gardner reader where their Harry’s kid (obviously older than 18😭) and Austin and the reader have a thing and the reader is trying really hard not to get caught by Harry? Maybe like a little fluffy and a bit of smut if your comfy? Idk I thought it might be a fun little fic to read:)

ahhh my first request yay!! This is such a good idea I hope you like the fic!! I am still taking requests by the way please send them to my inbox!

Catch Us If You Can

pairing: Austin Sommers x gn!reader

warnings: smut!! (18+), slight degradation, mentions of spanking, the reader and Austin almost getting caught during sex, a bit of fluff at the end, swearing, I think that’s everything?

summary: You are Harry Gardner’s oldest child and he almost catches you and your new boyfriend, Austin, in the middle of sex. To tease you, Austin makes you talk to your father behind a locked door

To say that Provincetown was a mystery was an understatement. You came here with your parents and younger sister, your father wanting to work on the pilot episode for a new show he’s writing. He didn’t wanna leave his family behind and thought it would be a great family bonding experience to welcome your new younger brother or sister into the family. Why your parents wanted another child when you were 18 and in college was beyond you, but your parents were both still young. You just questioned the age gap because you’re at the age where you can have children yourself.

One night you went out and took a walk around town, stopping to grab a quick meal at The Muse, a popular local restaurant. As you sat eating your dinner, a devilishly handsome man kept looking in your direction. He made his way over to you and introduced himself. You almost recognized him immediately. He was Austin Sommers, an award winning playwright and he was looking at you. A simple college student from New York City.

You and Austin immediately hit it off, flirting throughout the night and eventually giving him your number before you left. He called you afterwards, making sure you got home safe. The weekly calls became daily, the texts became flirty and very suggestive, and before you knew it one night you made your way over to his place and he took your virginity. Austin wasn’t just a master at writing music, he was a god in bed. He knew how to pleasure you and made sure after your orgasm you got anything you needed.

You and Austin have now been seeing each other secretly for about two weeks. Your father warned you to stay away from him, but you obviously ignored him. Right now you and Austin were in the house alone while your parents and younger sister went out to dinner, saying you had studying to finish. But your studying immediately came to a hault when Austin came over. What started out as playful touching and a few kisses here and there, turned into a full on make out session and him ripping the clothes off your body as well as his own.

Austin was on top of you, giving you sensual kisses as he thrusts into you. Your hands gently squeezed his shoulders, your grip tightening when he hit the right places that made you feel a sense of euphoria. Your soft moans were silenced as Austin continued giving your kisses. His fingers maneuvered over your body skillfully, leaving goosebumps on your skin and craving more.

Your fun was brought to an end when you heard your father’s voice call out. “Y/N? We’re home!” Hearing his voice caused your eyes to widen and pull back from the kiss. Austin saw your scared expression, knowing that if you two were caught Harry would never let you see him again. You heard your father’s footsteps move up the creaking stairs and jiggle the door handle to your locked bedroom door. Thank god Austin locked it earlier. “Y/N? How’s the studying coming along?” Your father asked.

You let out a soft, panicked mew. Austin smirked and quickly came up with a plan. “Go on, talk to him” he whispered. You glared at your boyfriend. “Are you insane? We’re in the fucking middle of sex!” You whispered back, causing him to chuckle. “Do as I say. I don’t wanna have to spank you later” he remarked with a smirk. You whimpered as Austin continued thrusting and kissing your neck. You cleared your throat. “I-I’m doing good dad!” You stuttered out, suppressing moans as Austin slammed onto your g spot.

“Why is the door locked?” Your father asked through the door, trying to get in. Without thinking you quickly shouted. “I’m changing right now!” You said. Austin smirked up at you and whispered against your ear, “that’s my good little slut”. You whimpered, feeling your orgasm approaching and wishing for your father to go away.

“Okay sorry. Goodnight Y/N” your father said and walk away. You thanked all that was holy for answering your prayers. Right as your father left you let out a soft cry of pleasure as your cum started spilling out of you. Your orgasm triggered Austin’s, him cumming into the condom and moaning. “Fuck baby!”

You watched him pull out of you, tossing the condom into the garbage can on the side of your bed. He layed down next to you and immediately wrapped an arm around you, chuckling to himself. “You had some quick thinking there babe” he said with a smile. You smiled back at him and gently pecked his lips. “Well my father would’ve gotten suspicious if I didn’t say anything to be fair” you said back to him. Austin nuzzled his head into your neck, gently squeezing your sweaty body. “I love you” he whispered, causing you to smile at him. “I love you too, babe” you said as you kissed his head, both of you drifting off to sleep safe to keep your secret for longer.

[fbfh]

promptember 2021 masterlist

intro post // prompt list

day 1: karkat - homestuck, percy jackson - riordanverse

day 2: percy jackson - riordanverse, annabeth chase - riordanverse

day 3: jacob black - twilight, tony stark - marvel

day 4: jack kelly - newsies, draco malfoy - harry potter

day 5: katsuki bakugou - my hero academia, leo valdez - riordanverse

day 6: jason grace - riordanverse, danny fenton - danny phantom

day 7: tedros pendragon - school for good and evil, leo valdez - riordanverse

day 8: leo valdez - riordanverse, casey gardner - atypical

day 9: leo valdez - riordanverse, peter kavinsky - to all the boys I've loved before

day 10: percy jackson - riordanverse, maxon schreave - the selection

day 11: ricky bowen - high school musical the musical the series, draco malfoy - harry potter

day 12: danny sinclair - now you see it, leo valdez - riordanverse

[casualwriters]

Austin Sommers X Male S/o with a Human Musician Mate

You had just arrived in this town on tour, with your bandmates, and had been crashing in you're guys Van, you were walking down to the bar with your friends, who were trouble just like you. Smoking a Cigarette that when you went into the bar telling you're mates, to get a table you wanted to wander around to see what this place had to offer and who was here.

Telling one of the bartenders to get some Brandy you saw two people singing together, they had a beautiful voice, leaning on the bar you had your eye on a Raven hair guy.

Austin looked at you and knew you were not from here he had grabbed the drink that was sitting there, and wonder over to you. You both hit off we'll and you're band mates knew that.

You adored that Austin was always talking about famous writers, even if you didn't know who they were, you could listen to him talk about he even showed you some of the writing he had kept in his pocket, at first you wouldn't believe anything that came out of Austin's mouth, you met men like that before they were always sweet talkers.

Austin only had one person in his life he had a love which was his Pills, but seeing you at the Bar that night he couldn't keep his eyes of you maybe it was true he was never much of a relationship person, that night when you told him you were on tour and that you were on tour with your music he adored it.

Austin begged to listen to you're music or see you're lyrics that you had written the boys had to call it a night telling them you would crash at Austin and he had no stopping you to do so.

Austin was sincerely honest about how he felt about you and no sweet talk, but he didn't want to rush things but he felt like he could truly be himself around you. Sitting at the bar to almost closing hours, you tap had told each other the most embarrassing stories.

Austin wasn't going to lie it was nice to have someone sit on his lap, and watch him write up a script that he was doing enjoying the peaceful time of you guys, even if you didn't have a title.

Couple more drinks you both headed back to his apartment. You two both past out on the couch and even if Austin was a sweet taller he meant everything he said.