#harry styles x black fem!reader

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ynstyles

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harrystyles my beautiful wife, how i adore you every day

ynrry she’s everything that i want

greeneyedhs can harry fight?

ynnharry i need her to breath

annetwist love my beautiful daughter in law

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ynstyles “mamma, can we both wear blue today?” absolutely, baby!

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harrystyles you’re both really pretty, too!

ynstyles @harrystyles thanks, baby

harryedstyles harry wore blue at his concert last night!

ynstyles @harryedstyles i think that’s why she wanted to wear blue!

harrynews her hair is so curly!!!

annetwist beautiful 😍

applebezus omfg, i love them 😍

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corbstyles photo dump ft my mamma and papa

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harrystyles always catching me off guard

harryforpres who is harry yelling at?

ynstyles your father is so handsome 😍

harryflowerstyles i need him

finelineharold harry can yell at me any day

[blackterrae]

Ideas for Black!Reader Fic

I am going to try my hand again at writing. And I wanted to share some people and fandoms that I love. If you don’t know these shows/actors/franchises/movies/streamers/games

I’m putting you on! For the following:

Princess Bride

Alice In Borderland

Johnny Depp- All his characters

Napoleon Dynamite

Cameron Monaghan- I know that there are fics out there but it’s only always his Jerome/Jeremiah roles never just him or Cal Kestis

Anthony Carrigan- I loved Anothy as Victor Zsasz

Paul Dano- There are Riddler fics but not as many for his other roles

Damsel

The Entire Cast of Hawaii Five-0 (2010) - Don’t even get me started on how good this show is! And the cast looks amazing!

Chicago Med/Fire/PD- These shows have so much potential for fanfic storylines!

The Game (2006)- Has great potential for slow burns and fluffs.

Star Wars franchise (1977-present) - I know I said Cal Kestis but there are also other characters like Anakin, Luke, Obi Wan,Boba Fett (etc.)

NCIS franchise- I honestly love this franchise and it’s characters!

Hamilton

Any/All Sports Men- Jude Bellingham,Lewis Hamilton,LaMelo Ball,Allen Iverson(etc.)

Berleezy - He’s handsome and he’s funny!

Coryxkenshin- I literally love him and his videos!

Albert Aretz (Flamingo)- Look … he may be the epitome of mediocre white man but I like what I like!

AMP- Duke Dennis, Kai Cenat, Agent 00, ChrisNxtDoor,Davis, and Fanum ( all I gotta say is love a black man from infinity to infinity🗣️)

Beta Squad- A British YouTube/ streamer group!

SOMEBROS- Berleezy, Rico, ,PG, Joe (etc.)

WWE- come on now, do I even need to explain!!!

Four Brothers- All the cast but Garrett Hedland in particular!

Peacemaker - Don’t get me wrong I love Adrian Chase but I want to see just as much Peacemaker x black!reader fics because 2 words… JOHN CENA

MAWS- New animated Superman show! Love!

Smallville - The entire cast is hot! Tbh I fell hard for Tom Welling when I was younger when he was in Cheaper By The Dozen. Plus they literally whitewashed Vixen. COME ON! Vixen is a black female hero btw. She was also with Jon (Green Lantern) at one point.

Justice League/Justice League Unlimited (2001 and 2004)- I mean I literally can’t find any Jon Stewart x black!reader fics and he was with a BLACK WOMAN!

Warner Bros Franchise (minus the looney tunes & space jam)- There are lots of popular franchises that this company has from Fast & Furious to The Matrix!

Peaky Blinders- Saw a Tommy shelby x arms dealer black!female reader fic on my previous account but even then I couldn’t find it again on that account. So it’s gone with the wind. And the cast (i.e the actors and other characters they’ve portrayed). Example: Cillian Murphy as Johnathan Crane.

The Bear

FBI (All)

The good doctor

Tiktokers: Vinnie hacker

Blue Bloods

Will Poulter- I haven’t really seen any Adam Warlock fics

Slashers

Stranger Things

Cruel Intentions

Burnt

Dave Lizewski

Eddie Redmayne

Macgyver (2016)

Fresh Prince of Belair

Guardians of the galaxy- Explanation? Do I really need one?

On My Block

Descendants (characters will be the actors age in real life.duh)- Love Boo-boo Stewart & Mitchell Hope!

Matt Rife

Joey Bragg (Liv &Maddie) - What can I say I love dorks!

The Boys- Haven’t seen that many fics about the characters and a black reader

Once Upon A Time- I love dark fairytales sometimes because they remind me that not every story has a happy ending and you have to learn from them. But this series is good for any theme really.

Walker Texas Ranger (1993)

Top Gun

Nicolas Galitzine

Magcon: Whether you saw their vines on YouTube or vine, you know who they are

Dolan Twins

Mission Impossible

Euphoria- Entire show has great storylines with the potential of drama in fics

Shameless- Especially Carl Gallagher and Lip Gallagher

Creed- Michael B Jordan need I say more

Keanu Reeves- There are very few fics about Keanu but I’ve seen a few of his John Wick x black!reader fics (chef’s kiss) but never see any of The Matrix Fics!Also Ted (Bill & Ted)

River Phoenix

Batman Beyond

Rider Strong

Danny Gonzalez

Timothée Chalamet

Past-Present Singers & Rappers/ Groups -Bow Wow, Tupac, Lil Baby, Nelly, Omarion, Prince, Michael Jackson, Jon B,Usher, Central Cee, Måneskin, New Edition, BTS, James, PRETTYMUCH Bay, Daniel Caesar, October London, Steve Lacey, Artemas, YUNGBLUD, Andy Biersack,Eduardo Vega(etc.)

Anime(Any kind!)- Would love to see other shows, I know hunterxhunter,aot,one piece (etc.)

Bridgerton- There is very little Bridgerton stories catered around a black reader.

Marvel- Now that’s not to say that there aren’t any in fact there are many but I never see (Tobey Maguire Spider-Man stories and it seems like everyone tends to focus on the famous Marvel characters like The Avengers but not on other aspects like X-men or better yet, heroes that haven’t even gotten their own movie but are just as amazing like Squadron Supreme , it’s equivalent to DCU’s Justice League.

Secret Invasion- Not gonna lie , I’m feening for Gravik.😳

DCEU- Another franchise that pushes its other characters to the side. For example, Hush (Thomas Elliot) is literally the epitome of Bruce Wayne gone bad!

Ross Lynch- There are so many roles that Ross did so well in Like Teen Beach Movie or Sabrina.

Highschool Musical Franchise (2006- present ) I’m not just talking about HSMTS (2019), I mean even further back than that. I don’t see any Troy Bolton x black!reader and that’s crazy. I also can’t find any Zac Efron x black!reader

Interview with a Vampire (1994) and (2022)

Austin Butler- He did well in his role as Elvis!

Vikings - There are a good amount but still!

Transformers

Suits

Saved By The Bell

The Goldbergs

Parks & Recreation

Leverage

The Outsiders

Heart of Stone

New York Undercover (1994)

Addams Family

Victorious

Matpat

ICarly

The Real Bros of Simi Valley (2017)

Think Like A Man (2012)

One on One (2001)

Scorpion (2014)

The King of Queens (1998)

G.I. Joe Franchise

Terminator

Beware the Batman (2013)

Any and all Asian Idols/Actors

Seal Team

Mortal Combat

Bill and Ted

Barbie

Detroit: Become Human

Will Trent

Bones

Tokyo Vice

Growing Pains

Graceful Family (Kdrama)[Any Asian Drama shows or movies would be great as well]

The Regime

Batman: The animated series

The Sympathizer

The Invitation

Jawbreaker

Hunger Games

Saved By the Bell

Eve (2003)

Yellowstone

Superstore

Rodrick Heffley

Tracker

Girlfriends

Grown-ish

CSI

Kingsman

Jury Duty

Scoot Pilgrim vs the world

21 Jump Street (The Show and Movies)

Sky High

The Outsiders

Left

Midsomer Murders

Wayne (perhaps college AU characters will be the actors age in real life)

Carrington Bornstein

Yakuza

He’s Harmless I swear ( Webtoon comic)

Kaleidoscope ( formerly Webtoon turned Tapas comic)

Legends of Tomorrow

You

Scrutinized

Dexter

Arcane

The Pitt

Hudson and Rex

If anyone needs ideas for these franchises/movies/shows/actors/webtoons , then holla at me! I got you!

Also add more to the list if anything that you would like to see comes to mind.

Also tag black writers who you want to see this!

@sheabuttahwrites @shinsouscatpisssmell @cocoamoonmalfoy @heathenarmyimagines @cinewhore @cocoamoonmalfoy @stxxllaaa @glitterjuju @lilvampirina @breanime @blackmissfrizzle @afro-hispwriter @stargirlfics @lavenderursa @clydesducktape @pettyprocrastination @theblvckvenus @plantvenuss @punani @n-slayaaaaa @infernalodie @halfofmysoulsblog @iridecsense @tomhardydallasstarsgirl @supremethunda @thekrazykeke @canumoveurseatup-no @hiatuswhore @avintagekiss24 @ohcaptains @iguessweallcrazyithinktho @xsapphirescrollsx @bakarilennox @batfamily14 @ramp-it-up @blackreaders-assemble @royallyprincesslilly @funnyexel @blackterrae @slashisms @shelbydelrey @toocriticalharlow @v-era-18 @vampsired @queenimmadolla @sinnerlillith @greengoblinswifey @apocalypse-shuffle

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✿ : currently writing

characters

╭ ✿︱ joel miller

╰ ✿︱tommy miller

real people

╭ ✿︱ michael b. jordan

﹕ ✿︱duke dennis

﹕ ✿︱ vinnie hacker

╰ ✿︱ joe burrow

[wroetolando]

𝚆𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 | 𝙻𝙽𝟺

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: lando norris x fem!reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the one where Lando’s biggest win isn’t on the track—it’s marrying you

𝗺𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰: love of my life - harry styles

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: none!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The morning of the wedding was a blur of nervous excitement, stolen glances in the mirror, and the soft hum of music filling the bridal suite. Outside, the world was buzzing—the chatter of guests arriving, the faint sound of waves crashing against the cliffs of the coastal venue, the rustle of flower arrangements being set in place. It was everything you had ever dreamed of, and yet, in this moment, your heart pounded with an overwhelming mixture of love, nerves, and anticipation.

Lando was waiting at the altar.

Your fingers toyed with the lace along the edge of your veil as your bridesmaids made their final adjustments. Your dress—timeless, elegant—hugged you in all the right places, its intricate beading shimmering under the soft glow of the setting sun. The air smelled of roses and salt, a perfect blend of nature’s embrace and the carefully curated details you had spent months planning.

A knock at the door.

Your father stepped in, eyes glassy with emotion as he took you in. “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he said, voice thick.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, blinking rapidly. “I feel like I might pass out.”

He chuckled, offering his arm. “Then I suppose I’ll have to keep you upright until you make it to him.”

Him.

Lando.

The man who had turned your world upside down with his laughter, his unrelenting kindness, his ability to make you feel like the most important person in any room. The one who had held your hand through every fear, every challenge, every late-night worry.

And now, he was about to be your husband.

The music shifted, the gentle strum of strings signaling your entrance. A hush fell over the guests as the doors opened, revealing the path lined with delicate white petals, the golden glow of the evening sun casting an ethereal light over everything.

And there, at the end of the aisle, stood Lando.

His breath visibly hitched the moment he saw you. He looked devastatingly handsome in his tailored black tuxedo, a single white rose pinned to his lapel. But it was his expression that made your heart stutter—his usual mischievous grin replaced with something softer, deeper. His eyes, filled with so much love and reverence, shimmered with unshed tears.

As you walked toward him, each step lighter than the last, it was as if the entire world faded away.

Lando wiped at his eyes the moment you reached him, letting out a breathy laugh. “You’re unreal,” he whispered, squeezing your hands the moment your father placed them in his.

You smiled, blinking back your own tears. “So are you.”

The officiant began speaking, but you barely heard the words. All you could focus on was Lando—his thumb rubbing soothing circles over the back of your hand, the way his chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, how his eyes never once left yours.

Then, the vows.

Lando exhaled shakily, pulling a folded piece of paper from his pocket. “I wrote these down because I knew if I tried to say them from memory, I’d probably forget everything the moment I looked at you,” he admitted, chuckling as a few guests laughed softly.

Then, he looked up, his gaze locking onto yours.

“You are my greatest adventure,” he began, voice thick with emotion. “From the moment you walked into my life, you have been the calm to my chaos, the steady presence I never knew I needed. You have loved me through every win, every loss, every self-doubt. And somehow, through it all, you still look at me like I’m someone worth loving.”

A tear slipped down your cheek.

Lando swallowed hard, eyes glassy. “I vow to love you in the quiet moments, not just the big ones. I vow to remind you every single day how incredible you are, how lucky I am to stand beside you. I vow to hold your hand through every storm, to be your home no matter where we are in the world.”

His voice broke slightly on the last sentence, and you instinctively squeezed his hands, grounding him.

“You are my checkered flag,” he whispered. “No matter what, I will always come home to you.”

Sniffles echoed through the crowd, and even the groomsmen were subtly dabbing at their eyes.

You took a shaky breath, unfolding your own vows. “I spent so long trying to find the perfect words for this moment,” you admitted. “But the truth is, nothing I say could ever fully capture how much I love you.”

Lando’s lips pressed together, his grip on your hands tightening.

“You have given me a love so big, so undeniable, that it fills every corner of my heart. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you see me when I feel invisible, and you remind me every day that love isn’t just about the good moments—it’s about showing up, even when things aren’t perfect.”

You blinked back tears, voice steady. “I vow to always stand beside you, to be your safe place, your biggest fan. I vow to love you through every lap, every finish line, every road that life takes us down.”

A single tear rolled down Lando’s cheek, and you instinctively reached up, brushing it away.

“You are my favorite story,” you whispered. “And I can’t wait to spend forever writing it with you.”

The moment the officiant announced you as husband and wife, Lando didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, cupping your face as he captured your lips in a kiss so deep, so filled with love, that the entire world seemed to stand still. The crowd erupted into cheers, but all you could hear was the rapid beat of his heart against yours.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The Reception

The venue was breathtaking—a canopy of fairy lights twinkling overhead, the tables adorned with white roses and flickering candles. Lando kept you close, his arm constantly around your waist, his lips pressing against your temple every few minutes as if he still couldn’t believe you were real.

The laughter and hum of conversation filled the beautifully lit reception hall, the warm glow of fairy lights casting a golden hue over the elegantly decorated tables. As the night settled into a comfortable rhythm, the clinking of silverware against glass signaled the next part of the evening—the speeches.

Lando squeezed your hand under the table, his thumb tracing soft circles against your skin. He leaned over, whispering, “Ready for some mild embarrassment?”

You giggled, nudging him. “I’m more worried about you.”

The first to stand was Max, Lando’s best man, who smirked as he picked up the microphone.

Max took a deep breath, giving Lando a teasing look before turning to the crowd.

“Well, I never thought I’d be standing here, giving a wedding speech for this guy,” he started, chuckling as Lando groaned. “Not because I didn’t think he’d find love, but because, let’s be honest, Lando has always been married to racing first.”

Laughter rippled through the crowd, and Lando playfully threw his napkin at Max.

“But then she came along,” Max continued, turning toward you with a warm smile. “And suddenly, the Lando we knew—the one who spent more time sim racing than sleeping—started talking about something other than cars. Or should I say, someone.”

You felt your cheeks warm as Lando squeezed your hand tighter.

“You are patient, you put up with his terrible jokes, and you somehow manage to keep him in check—which, honestly, deserves a trophy of its own.”

The guests laughed, and Max took a quick sip of champagne before his expression turned sincere.

“Lando, mate, I’ve seen you at your highest and your lowest, but nothing compares to how you look at her. I’ve seen you win races, achieve milestones, but finding someone who loves you for you, beyond all of this…” He gestured to the lavish venue, the world of racing that had shaped them both. “That’s the real victory.”

Max lifted his glass. “To Lando and his amazing wife—may your love always be on pole position.”

A round of applause erupted as everyone raised their glasses, Lando laughing as he clinked his with Max’s before leaning over to kiss your temple.

Next, Lando’s mother, Cisca, stood, wiping at the corner of her eye as she picked up the microphone.

“First, I want to thank everyone for being here to celebrate such a beautiful day,” she began, smiling warmly at the crowd before turning toward the two of you. “As a mother, you always dream of seeing your child grow into someone kind, strong, and loving. Lando, from the moment you were born, you brought an energy into this world that was impossible to ignore.”

Lando grinned, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“You’ve always been fearless—on the track, in life—but what I admire most is the way you love. You love with all your heart, without hesitation, without holding back. And when she came into your life, I knew immediately that she was someone special.”

Cisca turned to you, her eyes filled with nothing but warmth. “You bring out the best in my son. You’ve given him a sense of peace I’ve never seen before, and for that, I will always be grateful.”

Lando swallowed hard, clearly trying to keep it together.

“With that,” Cisca smiled, raising her glass, “I wish you both a lifetime of laughter, adventure, and love that only grows stronger with time.”

The applause was deafening, and Lando wasted no time standing up to pull his mother into a hug.

Lando’s father, Adam, was next, standing with the calm confidence that clearly ran in the family.

“Now, I promise I won’t make this too long because, let’s be honest, my son’s attention span isn’t the greatest.”

Lando laughed, shaking his head as the room erupted with amusement.

“But in all seriousness, seeing your child find their person—it’s a feeling I can’t quite put into words,” Adam continued. “Lando, you’ve always been determined, always pushing for greatness, and I have no doubt that same determination will make you an incredible husband.”

His gaze softened as he looked between the two of you.

“Marriage isn’t about perfection; it’s about showing up every day, choosing each other, even when it’s not easy. And if there’s one thing I know about both of you, it’s that you don’t back down from a challenge.”

He raised his glass. “To my son and my new daughter—may your love be the greatest victory of all.”

Lando’s brother, Oliver, and his sister, Cisca, stood together, sharing a knowing look before Oliver took the mic.

“So, growing up with Lando…” Oliver trailed off, shaking his head as the crowd chuckled. “Let’s just say, we’ve seen him in his prime. And by prime, I mean running around the house in his underwear, causing absolute chaos.”

Lando groaned, covering his face as everyone laughed.

“But through all of it, one thing has always been true—Lando has the biggest heart. He might be stubborn, he might be competitive, but when he loves, he loves.”

Cisca took over, smiling warmly at you. “And we see that love every time he looks at you.”

Oliver nodded. “We’ve never seen him happier, and that’s saying something because this guy literally lives for adrenaline. But you? You’re the real thrill.”

They raised their glasses together. “To Lando and his incredible wife—welcome to the family.”

Carlos stood, shaking his head with a smirk. “I feel like I should start this by saying—finally.”

Laughter filled the room, Lando groaning as Carlos winked at you.

“I’ve had the privilege of knowing Lando for years, and trust me, it’s been an experience.”

More laughter.

“But in all seriousness,” Carlos continued, his voice softening, “watching Lando grow, both on and off the track, has been incredible. And seeing him with you? It’s like he’s found his missing piece.”

Lando’s grip on your hand tightened.

“I wish you both a life filled with happiness, adventures, and maybe, just maybe, a little bit of patience for Lando’s bad habits.”

The room laughed as Carlos raised his glass. “To a lifetime of love and laughter.”

Oscar took the mic last, pausing for dramatic effect.

“I was going to prepare a long speech, but then I remembered that Lando can barely sit still for five minutes, so I’ll keep it short.”

Lando snorted, nodding. “Fair enough.”

Oscar smiled, glancing at you. “You make him better. Not just as a driver, not just as a person, but in ways that are impossible to put into words.”

A beat of silence.

“That’s how you know it’s real.”

The room let out a collective aww, and Lando shook his head, clearly caught off guard by the sincerity.

“To the happy couple,” Oscar said, raising his glass. “And to making sure Lando never forgets how lucky he is.”

Lando laughed, clinking his glass with Oscar’s before turning to you. “I definitely won’t.”

As the applause and cheers filled the air, Lando leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Still think marrying me was a good idea?”

You turned, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. “The best decision of my life.”

And with that, the night continued—filled with laughter, dancing, and love that would last a lifetime.

Later in the night, after the cake had been cut and the dance floor was filled with swaying couples, Lando pulled you away from the crowd.

“Come with me,” he whispered, lacing his fingers through yours.

He led you down a small path lined with lanterns, away from the noise, until you reached a quiet balcony overlooking the ocean. The waves crashed softly below, the scent of salt and jasmine filling the air.

Lando turned to you, eyes shining. “You know how they say life moves fast?”

You nodded, heart still racing.

“Well,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against yours, “for once, I don’t want to rush. I just want to stay in this moment, with you, forever.”

You smiled, brushing your lips against his. “Then let’s make forever ours.”

And with the stars as your witnesses, you did.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

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[darknight3904]

Glasses and All

Jackson!Joel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Joel can't accept that his eyes are weakening with age, and you and Ellie set out to prove him wrong. Warnings: Language, Joel does not like getting older. Word Count: 1.5k Masterlist I saw the new pic from HBO and couldn't resist hehe. No pressure tags, thought you might enjoy: @freythecrazyfae @amyispxnk @greenwitchfromthewoods

Joel knew that it was just a part of getting older. Now well into his fifties, he should’ve expected that his eyes would start giving him trouble; he should’ve just accepted it, really. Instead, he found himself pretending like it wasn’t happening at all, choosing to strain the muscles in his face, pretending he could read the print of the book that lay in his lap. 

“And when the sun rose she walked-” 

“That’s not what it says.” 

He lets out a frustrated sigh, narrowing his vision like that would help the situation at hand. Your hair tickled his neck from where you rested your head on his shoulder. The two of you had started reading more, or well Joel would read whatever book you pulled off the shelf in the living room. 

“It says when the sun rose she woke with the first light.” You run your pointer finger across the blurry page in front of him 

“Sorry, hon, I think my eyes are tired. Been a long day.” He lies, feigning a yawn and closing the book 

“S’ alright. We’ll just pick up there tomorrow.” You sigh, adjusting to snuggle under the covers as he shifted to face you. 

You knew what Joel’s problem was, and it wasn’t the long shifts on the wall or the days he’d leave Jackson with Tommy for patrol. Joel’s issue was that he was blind as a bat. You were pretty sure he could still see distances, afterall a few weeks ago you’d watched him easily snipe an infected from a few hundred feet away. But, the moment he was reading a book or trying to follow a recipe from the Betty Crocker book you kept in the kitchen he struggled. 

So, here you were standing in the marketplace in Jackson, Ellie at your side ready to pick out a pair of reading glasses for your favorite old man. 

“Hey, what about these?” 

You turn to see Ellie holding a pair of bright pink glasses, the arms bedazzled and glittering in the sunlight as she moves them to and fro.

“I think if we got those, Joel might pluck his eyes out.” You laugh 

There is a pretty decent selection here sorted by strength and frame style. According to the doctor, who you’d secretly spoken to about Joel and his eyeballs, she thought he was hovering somewhere in the 1.75 or 2.00 range. 

“Oooo, how bout’ these?” 

“I don’t think Harry Potter glasses are the right fit for Joel.” You say 

“You’re right, these are wayyyy better.” 

You roll your eyes when you see Ellie pick up a bright red pair and slip them on, they were obviously made for a woman with the way the frames stylishly came to a point on both ends, giving the illusion of a cat eye. 

A simple black pair catches your eye and you look them over. Straightforward, plain, and almost boring, they were perfect for the man who loved nothing more than the world’s most bitter cup of black coffee each morning. 

Back home, you wrap the glasses in a green tea towel, pretending it was a secret gift might make him more interested. Hours later, Joel comes through the door, Tommy close on his heels. The brothers kick their boots off at the door before greeting you in the kitchen. 

“How was patrol?” You ask 

“Borin’, took out a couple of runners though.” Tommy says

Joel presses a warm kiss to your cheek and sneaks over to the stove where you have a pot of chili heating up. 

“Stop sneaking bites.” You scold, taking the spoon from his hands before he can dip into the pot 

“M’ starvin’.” Joel huffs 

“Yeah well, if Ellie can’t steal a bite before it's ready then neither can you.” You remind him 

Dinner is an uneventful affair, Tommy and Joel discuss patrol routes and a section of the wall that needs to be fixed. You and Ellie listen listlessly, as the teen picks out the beans you hunted at the market to find. 

“We got you a present today.” Ellie blurts suddenly 

Joel’s attention shifts and he swallows the mouthful of food he had stuffed in his mouth. 

“A present?” He asks 

You turn, pulling the towel wrapped glasses from their spot on the bookshelf before placing it before Joel. 

“Ain’t even Christmas, you don’t need to get me stuff.” 

“Just open it, old man.” Ellie says 

Joel shakes his head and you swear you hear him mumble a curse at the old man comment. 

It’s quiet as Joel holds the reading glasses in his hands, turning them over like they’re a bomb that's going to blow all of Jackson skyhigh. 

“Those are nice, frames will suit your face.” Tommy comments when Joel doesn’t say anything 

Joel's actions surprise you, wrapping the glasses back up in the towel, placing them down on the table next to his bowl, “I don’t need glasses.” 

“They’re just readers. It’ll help you when we’re reading together.” You say softly 

“Yeah well, I don’t need 'em’, take it back tomorrow morning.” 

You huff a frustrated breath as he stands up, walking back to the kitchen with his bowl. Why couldn’t he just accept that he needed them? 

“M’ gonna get goin’ Maria’s shift is ending and I promised to have the laundry going when she got home.” Tommy says suddenly, standing and hugging you. He ruffles Ellie’s hair as he leaves, thanking you for the food and taking a serving for Maria. 

“We’re not taking them back, right? He’s blinder than Pepe the horse.” Ellie says 

Pepe was an old horse that lived in the stables, he regularly walked into fence posts and the barn because he was genuinely pretty much blind in both eyes. You’re pretty sure the only reason he’s still alive is because the kids of Jackson love petting him. 

“Oh he’s wearing the glasses. I’ll glue them to his face if I have to.” You declare 

That night you lay next to Joel, the glasses laying forgotten on your nightstand, still wrapped in the towel from earlier. Joel sounds like a kid learning to read, he gets a word wrong and then doubles back to correct himself, it's driving you nuts. Slowly, you reach over, pulling the glasses out and shifting so you face him. 

“Ready to go to bed?” He asks 

Before he can raise his hands to stop you, you lean forward, slipping the glasses onto his handsome face. 

“Told ya, I don’t need these.” Joel sighs, staring at you from behind the lenses. 

“Oh c’mon. Humor me, besides,” You point to the mirror that faces the bed where both of you sit, “Y’Look handsome like this.”

“And I didn’t look handsome before?” Joel humphs 

“Not what I said, we’re keeping these and you’re gonna start wearing them around the house.” You command 

Joel gives you a look and you stare back at him, unwavering in your decision. 

“Fine, you win, but I don’t need them.” 

Joel holds you tightly, like you’ll run away in the middle of the night. Your head rests on his chest as he breathes deeply above you. You can practically feel the gears turning in his head as the two of you lay there. 

“What's wrong, cowboy?” You sleepily ask 

“Nothin’ go to sleep.” He lies 

You pinch at the soft skin of his waist, “I know you’re lying.” 

“Quit.” Joel commands, wiggling away despite his arms keeping you close to his body 

“Then tell me what's wrong.” 

A beat of silence follows as Joel sighs, “You aren’t…embarrassed to be with me?” 

You sit up, staring down at him like he’s just suggested streaking at the Tipsy Bison. 

“Why would I be embarrassed to be with you?” You ask 

“M’ an old man. My knees pop when I stand and my back aches whenever I bend over to fix something, an’ now I need glasses to read you your little stories…I just, you could be with anyone your own age, not someone who can’t even read the recipes in the cook book.” 

A soft laugh escapes your lips and Joel’s brows furr in frustration. 

“Somethin’ funny?” He glowers 

“No, no.” You smile, “You’re just…stupid.” 

“Gee thanks.” Joel huffs, “Just what I wanted to hear.” 

You lean down, placing a kiss to the tip of his nose, smiling as you do. 

“You’re stupid to think that I’d wanna be with anyone else but you. I don’t give a shit if your knees pop and your back aches. I love all of those things, it makes you who you are, Joel.” 

“Now I know you’re fuckin’ with me.” He huffs, “It ain’t funny, girl.” 

“I’m not!” You laugh, swooping down to rest your head on his chest before he can turn on his side to sulk in that Joel Miller misery he so easily turned on.

“I love you, glasses and all.” You promise into the soft material of his t-shirt

Joel lets out a deep sigh before pressing a warm kiss to your forehead, “Alright, you win. I’ll wear the glasses.” 

Season two is in less than a week, literally unreal. I'm shaking in my boots.

For anyone interested, I have a new multi-part Joel fic I'm working on.

It's called Every Breath You Take

[judenostopwaitkeepgoing]

Your Villain Buys You Lingerie! 🌸

18+ MDNI | Suggestive Content | EN-released!Villains x Fem!Reader

CW: suggestive content, some mentions of power imbalances, some villains' descriptions are fluff-adjacent hehe

AN: These are the kinds of lingerie/sexy outfits that I think the villains would buy you! Enjoy! These fictional men are a problem for me! Hehe!

William Rex

Will would take your taste into consideration while also managing to select something that he likes. And he would spare no expense. We’re talking designer pieces here. Definitely in shades of red, black, maroon... dark jewel tones, of course. I’m imagining him at the store—the saleswomen absolutely falling in love with him while he describes the kind of sexy lingerie set he wants to buy for you. Would probably land on something that takes time to remove, like a full corset set. He’d want to enjoy the view for as long as possible!  

Harrison Gray

Harry strikes me as a man of simpler tastes. He would pick something cute and comfortable for you, because to him it does not matter what you’re wearing—you are always sexy! But seeing you in the mint-green matching bra and panties that he got you gets him unexpectedly flustered! He’d bury his face in his hand and sigh, “I know I got them for you, but I already want to take them off...” So you get to tease him for once for being such a perv. Win win!

Liam Evans

You know that this certified babygirl knows his way around a lingerie shop okay! He would honestly buy you cute and sexy lingerie all the time. Like you would have soooo many matching lingerie sets from him lol. You could wear a different one every night and not run out for months. He loves to dress you up all cute and sexy! He thinks you look especially good in shades of pink, but he buys you lingerie in every color/style imaginable. And when you put it on he gets flustered, even though he’s seen you in sexy lingerie so many times before. Sorry, he’s obsessed with you!

Elbert Greetia

Okay, talk about sparing no expense. You would have to go to all of the lingerie shops in town to tell them to turn Elbert away at the door next time he comes in because it’s fr starting to be too much lmao. He would of course listen to you if you told him that you don’t need any more lingerie, only handing you one more box. You open it to find gorgeous, handmade pale blue lace garters. “Look on the inseam of them,” he’d tell you. Embroidered on the inside of each garter with pretty blue thread is a message from him. “To my dearest y/n” on one and “a beauty for my eyes alone” on the other.

Alfons Sylvatica

Lol buys you a full black latex/leather dominatrix outfit. You stare at him incredulously and he just smirks at you. “What? You don’t like it?” Try as you might to explain that you don’t hate it, but haven’t worn something like this before, it does not matter! Lol! Alfons will coach you don’t worry! “That’s exactly the idea, y/n,” he’d purr, “seeing someone as innocent and pure as you in such a naughty outfit... the thought alone gets me so excited... see... look, I’m already hard...” Lmao.

Roger Barel

Although he can appreciate a woman’s beauty in pretty much anything, he doesn’t really see the point of lingerie lol. He’s just going to strip you! Why get so fancy? But the idea of you wearing something underneath your clothes all day that he picked out for you does turn him on. Like a secret understanding that you belong to him. He would pick out something simple and elegant, but racier than what you would pick out for yourself so he could enjoy watching you nervously adjust your clothes throughout the day to make sure no one caught a glimpse of what you were wearing underneath...

Victor

Haha, there’s no kind of lingerie out there that Victor wouldn’t want to dress you in! Corsets, teddies, matching bras/panties, G-strings, thigh-high stockings, crotchless panties... You name it, he’s already picked it out for you! You politely decline most of these items, which he of course doesn’t mind (though he’ll pretend to pout). But when he does manage to convince you to wear the cute see-through lilac nighty that he picked out, he can’t take his eyes off you. He’ll whisper compliments in your ear while he runs his fingertips teasingly over the sheer fabric... “Mm, I knew you’d look heavenly in this color.”

Jude Jazza

Buying you gifts has a dual benefit for Jude: he gets to see your reaction and it means you owe him lol. So you better believe that he’s grinning from ear to ear as he watches you unwrap the chastity belt that he bought you. The look on your face is a mixture of disbelief, outrage, and, you hate to say it, anticipation lmao. You know what this means. “The princess was getting so dirty askin’ for naughty gifts and all, so consider this the start of your Good Girl training.” The blood drains from your face and he just grins even more! Get ready! Hahaha!

Ellis Twilight

He would buy you a comfy but sexy black lace bra and panties set, which you love. He’s so delighted that you like the set, so he feels like you won’t mind the second part of the gift: black fuzzy handcuffs that match. He can tell that you get turned on as soon as he shows them to you. “y/n let’s try them out now, okay?” And before you know it you’re in the lingerie he bought you with your hands handcuffed to the bed above your head. “Mm,” he’d say appreciatively, “I want to keep you handcuffed and stripped like this forever, okay?” Buckle up! Lol.

[babyflorencee]

Adorable

Harry Styles x fem!Reader

The soft glow of the television flickers in the darkened bedroom, casting a pale blue light that dances across the sheets, the walls, and the tousled curls strewn across the pillows. An old black-and-white classic that Y/n had insisted on plays quietly in the background, but Harry isn’t watching the television.

No, Harry's watching her.

She’s curled up beside him, back against the pillows, hair spilling over her shoulders, fingers lazily playing with the hem of her hoodie—his hoodie, of course, because at this point, half his wardrobe lives on her body. Her eyes are trained on the screen, her expression shifting with every scene, and Harry… well, Harry is in love with her.

And he’s also very, very bored.

With a slow, exaggerated sigh, he shifts, rolling onto his side, then over again, until he’s half on top of her. His arm drapes over her waist, face nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

Y/n immediately groans. “Harry.”

“Hmm?” His voice is gravely, half-asleep, muffled against her skin.

“You’re heavy.”

"M’not.”

She tries to push him away, but he only tightens his grip, clinging to her like a human koala bear. "Harry."

“Y/n.”

She groans, struggling beneath his weight. “Get. Off.”

“No,” he whimpered, tightening his grip as his long limbs intertwined with hers like ivy climbing a wall. “M’cold.”

“Then get under the blanket, you freak.”

“But I don’t wanna.” He burrows deeper, pressing a slow, sleepy kiss to her shoulder, voice dipping into a whimper. “I wanna be on you.”

Y/n rolls her eyes, pushing at his chest again, but Harry just flops, he's a dead weight refusing to budge. “You are so annoying.”

“No, I’m adorable.”

“You are not adorable.”

He gasps, feeling scandalized. He lifts his head just enough to glare at her. “Take that back.”

“No.”

“Take. It. Back.”

“Absolutely not.”

Harry narrows his eyes, then suddenly collapses onto her fully, knocking the breath out of her.

“Harry!”

“Mmm.” He nestles in, arms around her middle, his head resting just beneath her chin. “Warm.”

Y/n flails under him, smacking his arm, but he just grins against her skin, pressing slow, lazy kisses to her collarbone.

“You are like a giant toddler,” she mutters.

“No you're a giant toddler,” he corrects, pressing a kiss to the underside of her jaw.

She groans dramatically, slumping back against the pillows, accepting defeat. “I hate you.”

“Love you too, angel.”

They lie there for a moment, his weight heavy and warm, the scent of him—clean laundry, vanilla, something distinctively Harry—wrapping around her like a lullaby. His hand sneaks under the hem of her hoodie, fingertips grazing her stomach absentmindedly.

“I can’t breathe,” she mumbles after a moment.

Harry hums in consideration, then—without warning—flips them over, dragging her fully on top of him instead.

Y/n yelps, catching herself against his chest. “Harry!”

Harry grins up at her, his dimples poking out, as a look of mischief crosses his features. His curls wild against the pillow. “Better?”

She glares down at him, arms crossed. “You are the worst.”

“And yet, you continue to date me.”

“I'm full of bad life choices I guess.”

Harry gasps, clutching his chest. “You wound me.”

Y/n smirks, poking his ribs. “Good.”

He retaliates immediately, hands grabbing her waist, fingers digging into her sides until she squeals, writhing in his grasp. She smacks at his hands, but he just grins wider, eyes shining with victory.

“Say I’m adorable,” he demands, tickling relentlessly.

“Never,” she gasps between laughs.

Harry pouts. “Heartless.”

“You knew this going in.”

He huffs dramatically, letting his hands rest on her hips, eyes softening. “Lucky I love you, then.”

Y/n blinks, breath catching slightly.

He’s still grinning, but it’s different now—smaller, sweeter, laced with something deep and warm, something that turns her bones to honey.

She swallows, pretending to consider. “Mmm. I guess I love you too.”

“You guess?”

She just shrugs. “Jury’s still out.”

Harry squints, then flips them back over, trapping her beneath him once again.

“Okay, okay, I love you, I love you,” she laughs, shoving at his chest.

Harry beams, nose nudging hers. “Say I’m adorable.”

She rolls her eyes but gives in, tugging him down, lips brushing against his.

“You’re adorable.”

Harry grins against her mouth, “Damn right, I am.” He then shifts his weight so she’s entirely trapped beneath him again, resting his head on her chest.

“What are you doing now?” she sighs.

“Gettin’ comfy.” He yawns, curling up like a cat, fully on top of her. “You’re my pillow now.”

She stares at the ceiling. “I hate my life.”

Harry hums, already drifting off. “No, you don’t.”

Y/n sighs, threading her fingers through his curls despite herself.

No. She really doesn’t.

[hsunrry]

ghostface // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: he decided to finally make your wish come true. based on this request.

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words: ~1,6k

warnings: smut18+, knife play, oral (m receiving), dirty talking (degradation, praise), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, dom!harry, ghostface!harry, slight size kink

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you can’t tell how many times you told him about how you’d love him to fuck you in ghostface mask. hundreds, maybe even thousands. he wasn’t against this idea, but he was thinking why you want specifically that. he wanted to surprise you, to please you. when you were standing next to the kitchen counter, about to make yourself a tea, he covered your eyes with his big hands. you chuckled.

“guess who?” he smiled under the mask to himself.

“Harry.” you smiled. he’s hands still on your eyes.

“not this time, baby.” he whispered and you frowned slightly. you grabbed his hands to uncover your eyes and you turned around to face him. your breath quickened when you saw this damn mask. the rest of his body was covered in black t-shirt, that was perfectly hugging his body and black sweatpants.

“fuck, that’s hot.” you managed to say. he quickly sat you down on the countertop, taking out butterfly knife from his pocket. he pressed cold tip to your cheek, tracing a line from it through your jawline to your neck. your breath hitched in your throat.

“what’s the matter, whore? couldn’t stand your talks about it, so decided to finally make your wish come true, yeah?” you could hear his grin under that mask. “i’m gonna fuck you just the way you deserve. i’m gonna use your pretty pussy to fill it with my cum.” he putted the knife under your chin, so you were looking up at him. you licked your lips slightly. “like the sound of that, cunt?” he pressed the tip of the knife harder. you nodded. “use your fucking words.”

“yes.” you said immediately. he chuckled lowly.

“good girl. so now…” he started cutting off the buttons from his shirt that you had on yourself with the knife. “i’ll tell you what will happen…” he cut off the last button, exposing your chest with black laced bra. he quickly took the shirt off you, tracing lines on your skin with the knife, cutting you slightly in few places. it was probably an accident, but you’re playing with knife, so what did you expect? “first, we’ll go to bedroom soon and you’ll suck me off.” knife went in the center of your bra, under the material. he cut it in the half in one swift motion, your breasts exposed for him now. “then, i’ll fuck you with my fingers so hard, until all our neighbors get to know my name.” cold metal tip of the knife tracing around your one nipple. “after that i’ll fuck you so hard you’ll see the stars, i’ll use your slit for my pleasure, because that’s what you deserve, slut.” he touched your other breast with his hand this time, squeezing it. you moaned, watching him closely this whole time. knife traced line from your breast down your stomach. it was so sharp that it was leaving white lines on your skin and cutting you in few places. your already drenched panties got cut on your hips, leaving you all naked. “and at the end, i’ll take care of you, because i love you so fucking much. is it all understandable for you?” he pressed cold metal flat to your cunt, causing your gasp.

“yes, it is.” you said quietly.

“good. now get your ass to our bedroom and wait there for me, fucking whore.” he patted your pussy few times with flat side of the knife, before putting it to his pocked. you hopped off the counter and when you started walking his hand met your ass with hard smack. you smiled to yourself, going to the bedroom. you sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. after few minutes the doors opened and he was standing there only in black boxers and mask on his face. his dick visibly hard. he approached you, standing between your legs and looking down at you. he took the knife out, holding your chin up with it. “bet you can’t wait to swallow my whole cock like a slut you’re.” knife went from your chin to press on your lower lip. you opened your mouth, looking up at him this whole time. “i’m gonna fuck your mouth, leave it open like that.” he gripped your chin with his hand, squeezing it firmly. your breath was already heavy from how turned on you were by all of that. he took off his boxers, stroking himself few times. he threw the knife beside you and took your head with both of his hands. he pushed his tip inside your mouth and stopped. “suck, bitch.” you started pleasing his head with your tongue, sucking from time to time. he was looking down at you. ghostface was looking down at you. he moaned, pulling out his dick from your mouth. “now open wide for me.” you quickly obeyed. he pushed all the way until his tip hit the back of your throat. “fuck, didn’t even gagged at my big cock, we’ll see about that, slut.” he started moving in and out. your lips wrapped around his length. you were breathing heavy through your nose, swallowing him whole. his dick curling down your throat from time to time. “fucking god, yes, good fucking girl.” he panted, thrusting faster. you gripped his hips to hold onto something. you closed your eyes to focus on breathing through your nose. “swallowing my whole dick, nothing but a whore.” he gasped, thrusting faster. saliva running down from the corners of your mouth already. you moaned around him, making him groan. “just a little more, i’m so close. you’re gonna swallow, yeah?” you only managed to moan again. after his few hard thrusts, hot sprouts of his cum went down your throat. his dick twitching in your mouth, emptying himself inside it. your name falling from his lips like mantra. he finally pulled out and you took a deep breath. you were panting just like him. you looked up at him, watching him taking knife to his hand again. “lips together.” he commanded. your parted lips close at his words. he collected your saliva mixed with his cum with the knife from around your lips. “now tongue out.” you quickly stick your tongue out. he putted knife against your lips and you licked everything from knife. you were sure he was grinning under that mask. he tossed the knife on the bed, grabbing your hips and effortlessly pushing you against pillows. you laid on your back, watching him going on top of you. his hand went down, his finger teasing you between your folds. “jesus christ, so fucking wet.”

“fuck.” you moaned, feeling his two fingers going inside you. he started moving them right away at fast pace. “Harry.” you whined.

“that’s right, we’ll let know whole fucking neighborhood who you belong to.” he said, moving faster. you were so wet it all almost sound like porn. his digits curling in this perfect angle he knew was driving you crazy.

“Harry i- fuck, please.” your hips went up. he quickly putted them down with his free hand, pushing on your lower stomach.

“what was that, slut? you’re begging now? what’s the matter, can’t handle good orgasm?” he started moving faster and you almost cried out of pleasure.

“Harry, jesus christ!” you moaned, squirting all over his fingers, stomach, dick and sheets. his fingers fucked you through it. he pulled out, smacking your pussy gently, but still causing your body flinch.

“you were so needy you squirted, my pretty girl.” he parted your legs, positioning himself at your entrance. “gonna take my load like a good girl.” he pushed all the way in, your eyes rolling back from pleasure and overwhelming feeling. his hand gripping your hips, pounding into you fast and rough. he knew you’re gonna be sore and he loved the thought. he loved he’ll take care of you tomorrow and single thought of that was pushing him closer to his climax. “so tight, using your hole for my own pleasure, like some slut.” he panted. you gripped the pillow above your hand, trying to hold onto something. “but you’re mine. only mine. no one else is able to have you like that. understand? fucking say it.” he started moving faster, grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his hips. he adjusted, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust.

“yes, i’m yours- fucking god- only yours baby.” you moaned loudly, watching him taking off the mask. he leaned to capture your lips with his finally.

“that’s fucking right.” he panted against your mouth. your back arched from overwhelming pleasure. “gonna fill you to the brim, you feel so good.” he groaned. with his few thrusts you started clenching around his cock, finishing with his name on your lips and your whole body arched towards him. “fuck, y/n.” he moaned, slowing down his movements when his dick was painting your inner walls. he buried himself deep inside you, panting heavily. he placed few kisses on your neck. “hope you enjoyed, sweetheart.” he whispered against your skin.

“i did. i love you so much.” you caressed his hair.

“i’m gonna take care of you now, my angel.”

[jqmalikhsgib]

ynstyles

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ynstyles vacation with my man 🤪

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harrynews period

harry_styles id too make sure the world knows harry is my man if i was married to him

annetwist ❤️❤️

gemmastyles you’re everything!

icespice 😜

ynourqueen claim him!!

harrystyles im lucky!

harrystyles

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harrystyles one year of him. love you, prince

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harrynews happy birthday, hayden

annetwist happy birthday to our boy <3

gemmastyles a year already? time flies, baby brother. happy birthday to my second nephew

corbstyles my baby brother ❤️

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zayn my godson is not a year old. no way!

ynstyles our baby is one 😢

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ynstyles my baby is one years old. can you believe it?! god, how time flies. happiest of birthdays to my third baby. you and your siblings are the best things to ever happen to me and your dad. love you forever my hayden bear

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harrystyles definitely the best gifts ever, babe

ynourqueen happy birthday to hayden!

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annetwist our angel

[thanksbutno98]

hey I just wanted to say I absolutely love your stories and you're an amazing writer!

I saw you're having a hard time finding inspiration so maybe something like a really hot and young guy flirts with the reader, John gets really insecure because he's older and reader decides to remind him just how hot he is ;) doesn't have to be nsfw if you're uncomfortable with that.

Anywho, hope you have a wonderful day and can't wait to read anything you come up with

Jealousy

John Price x fem!reader

Authors Note: thank you so much for your wonderful idea! I used a bit of inspiration form another request to write this. It’s a bit of a dive back into the start of John and Indy’s relationship. This post was giving me such a hard time to post so it’s not my best quality purely based off frustration.

Summary: A day of shopping with your children turns awry when John Price meets your ex for the first time.

Warnings: sexual themes, mention of cheating, insecurities, severely not edited.

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Silky fabric slipped through your fingers as you continued to pushed clothes aside. The hangers scraped against the cool metal hanging racks as you searched for the appropriate size. Pulling out the white Hawaiian shirt that was decorated in pineapples you turned to your husband with a bright smile. Holding it up and seeing if it suited him.

You could see John was trying to light the shirt ablaze with his fiery gaze. He knew better than to argue with you over clothes since you constantly told him how poor his fashion sense was. Begging him to branch out a bit from flannels, quarter zips, and plain t-shirts and jeans.

Looking him over with the shirt still in hand you shook your head and frowned. It wasn’t the right one so you continued your search for some pleasant beach attire for your husband. John sighed in relief not having fallen victim to you dressing him up. Although those obnoxious light blue swim trunks with flamingos on them were going to find there way back on a hanger when you weren’t looking.

Today was the day you had dragged your whole family out to go shopping. The kids needed new clothes and you needed a few odds and ends. The department store had everything you could think of and your husband was dreading it along with his son. This meant you would end up with things that weren’t even on your list, like a shirt for John. He had half a mind to go look at the power tools since you were getting out of hand.

John was dressed in jeans and a fitted black quarter zip that he had pushed the sleeves up to his elbows. His facial hair was freshly manicured and he smelled of cedar and spearmint. Lily was strapped into the baby carrier on his chest and babbling away, occasionally tugging on John’s facial hair which would make him wince but he didn’t do much about it.

Evelyn and Jj had been subjected to try on outfit after outfit. Evelyn loved every second of it. Strutting around and modeling the clothes for you all. Jj on the other hand was entering into an age where he hated everything you picked out for him. Deciding to let him choose his own clothes which you and John were internally cringing at. He was getting his sense of style from his father which wasn’t saying much. So far Jj insisted on camouflage cargo pants, a jean jacket and kept looking through hats unable to find one he loved.

The tapping of small feet caught your attention as you watched your daughter zoom through the clothing racks. She had her favorite red sweatshirt on and galaxy leggings. You had let her and Jj roam around the toy and video game section while you and John finished up the shopping.

“Can I get this?” Evelyn was holding up a small Lego set.

It was the Harry Potter hospital set that your daughter had been eyeing for months. You thought about it for a moment seeing no problem with spending the money since you had gotten a hefty bonus at work. The word ‘yes’ was on the tip of your tongue but before you could say a word your husband interjected.

“No. You hardly pick up your legos as is.” John had a straight face and you knew exactly what was on his mind.

The previous night John had stepped on a stray Lego in the living room. You could have sworn he had gotten shot with how he hollered in pain. The man complained so much he claimed they were more effective than landmines or he could start using them as shrapnel in grenades. You could only roll your eyes at his dramatics and asked in a condescending way if he needed a med evac. You two ended up bickerimg about it until you both realized how childish you were being. Ending up cuddling on the couch and making up from the silly spat by taking turns rubbing the others feet.

“But it would be so cool if Danny came over and put it together with me.” Evelyn pleaded with her father. Taking the box and showing him and then babbling about how cool it looked.

You watched as John’s eye twitched in annoyance. Evelyns new best friend was a boy named Danny who just moved in down the street. They had become thick as thieves and played every day they could and rode their bikes around together. It was cute because the boy had the biggest crush on your daughter and the first two times he had come over he had a flower for you and one for Evelyn. It was common to see him a few times a week he even had dinner with you from time to time and Evelyn would at his house too.

Dannys father joked about young love which John did not appreciate. Shooting the comment down and saying his daughter wasn’t in love. You later lectured John to stop being overprotective the two kids were seven it was an innocent crush that you weren’t even sure your daughter reciprocated. It had gone so far Jj was becoming skeptical of Danny and you were convinced John told your son to keep an eye on the young boy so there was ‘no funny buisness’ as John liked to say.

“Why don’t you put it in the carriage for now. We’ll think on it. Look at me Evie that doesn’t mean yes.” You were bending down to her level to make it clear to your daughter. She smiled sweetly then gave you her signature puppy dog face.

“Okay, mummy! Can I keep looking at the toys?” She asked, her small hands clasped as she swayed back and forth looking incredibly cute.

“Go for it.” You laughed and watched as she skipped away from you and your husband, leaving the clothing section and going off to explore.

“You’re spoiling her.” John reminded you.

“I know but I can’t help it. We both grew up with so little don’t you want to see them have the things that we could never have?” You asked batting your eyes up at your husband. It was now your mission to get him to agree with buying this Lego set.

John’s stern expression faltered for a moment. Seeing you all doe eyed and looking up at him as if he had hung the moon and the stars had his heart rate picking up slightly. You were so pretty with your hair tied back and in the scoop neck, long sleeve sweater dress, that hugged your body perfectly. John loved being as tall as he was because it gave a perfect vantage point to see right down your dress and admire your cleavage. That’s when John realized what you were doing and his eyes narrowed. Your arms were pressing your breasts together in an attempt to seduce him. You were trying to play him and get what you wanted by using your feminine charm, and it almost worked.

“You’re tricks aren’t going to work on me today.” John quipped. You pretended to be disappointed, pouting slightly and sighing in a pathetic way as if you’d been beaten.

“Am I wrong though?” You asked in mock sadness. John could only chuckle at your display. A smile peaking through your charade.

“No, you’re not. But if we buy it she should do some extra things around the house to earn it.” Wrapping his arm around your shoulders John pulled you close and kissed the top of your head. You smiled brightly up at him.

“Fair enough.” Your words were chipper. Standing on your toes and kissing John’s cheek sweetly and giving him a seductive wink. You giggled as your husband slyly grabbed a handful of your ass.

“I’m going to go look at a few more things if you wanna take a walk.” With a smile you pointed in the direction of beauty department.

“Yeah, hopefully a walk will put this little one to sleep.” John peered down at Lilly who was staring at him and blinking slowly, her eyes clearly heavy.

You and John walked out of the clothes section and parted ways. John took the carriage and looked over his shoulder so he could check out your ass as you walked away. That’s when John noticed a group of about five university aged boys pointing at his darling wife clearly enamored by you. One of the boys gestured in a way that made it seem like your ass was perfectly round, which John agreed it was but still he didn’t like anyone else noticing. Another shoved a tall lanky kid as if to get him to go up and talk to you but you were already gone. John memorized their faces in case he needed to do anything about their crude behavior. When they saw John staring they were quick to shuffle away.

It always made John incredibly angry when other men ogled you or acted in a perverted way. The fact you were beautiful and sexy as hell was one of the reasons John couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He benefited from it greatly and you were just as enamored by him. That didn’t stop the wariness John felt.

There had been multiple occasions when men had cornered you or made you feel threatened and it sickened John. Your sweet nature usually got you into a bit of trouble with gross men and your feisty attitude could only go so far. It was concerning at times.

By the time you made it to the beauty section your phone had dinged. Opening the new text message from your husband you laughed out loud.

‘Those uni boys were checking out your ass. Let me know if you need back up.’

‘Only you can handle all this ;)’ You texted back.

You giggled as you typed away on your phone. John responded with a simple ‘ok’ which wasn’t surprising. That man was a horrible texter and couldn’t be bothered to learn how tone works through text. You went back to searching for the brand of deodorant you liked and then makeup wipes. It didn’t take long before you were heading to the toy section to gather both your children and go find John.

“Y/N?” A distantly familiar voice called your name. You knew that voice you just couldn’t quite place who’s it was. Turning your eyes immediately fell to your husband about 15 yards away who was waving and pointing down at Lily to signal she had fallen asleep. But it wasn’t John’s voice you heard. Turning slightly your eyes became as big as saucers. In front of you stood Hugh your ex boyfriend from right before you met John.

Hugh looked almost exactly the same only aged a bit. His curly jet black hair was gelled back, a single curl coming loose and falling just above his eyebrow. He was dressed in jeans, work boots, and a leather jacket. That’s when you remembered he rode a moter cycle. It was strange seeing bits of grey in his hair and lines on his forehead. His green eyes were still bright and he still stood much taller than you. With outstretched arms he motioned for a hug, his body still looking toned and athletic. It had you feeling strange that he was still so handsome. That’s when the thought of who he was as a person came flooding back.

You couldn’t help the sour face you gave him. The smile on his face dropping as he realized you weren’t happy to see him after so many years. With an awkward laugh Hugh slowly dropped his arms to his side.

“You’re still a knockout, Y/N. I’m sorry for how shitty things ended. I was a real prick.” The way he complimented your appearance with his thick Yorkshire accent didn’t come off crude and that was his type of charm. Flirting in the most innocent way that could be misconstrued as friendliness. It made your skin crawl.

“Honestly I’m happy you were a prick. I wouldn’t have met my husband if you weren’t.” You gave him a forced smile. It felt better to show off your happiness than to show how much you didn’t want to see him.

“Oh, woah. Congrats, that’s amazing for you. He’s a lucky guy.” Hugh looked you up and down again his eyes lingering a second to long on your chest. You didn’t know it but he was wondering how your breasts had gotten so much bigger.

“I am.” John’s thick voice cut in, a bit more gravely than usual. He sounded like he did after chain smoking or when he first woke up in the morning.

John wasn’t too sure how intimidating he looked with a sleeping baby strapped to his chest or a carriage filled with pink and purple clothing for Evelyn and a breast pump since yours broke the previous day.

When John saw you look this guy up and down, frown and then give a snarky expression so openly, he was hustling over. John had no clue who this man was or what he said but John was still on guard from the university boys from earlier. It also didn’t help this man is what he thought most women would consider conventionally attractive.

“Holly shit. You’re a mum?” The look of surprise made John’s grip tighten on the carriage.

“Yeah, John and I have three. John, this is Hugh. Hugh, John.” You gave John a simple smile eyes communicating everything as you held contact for a second longer than usual. John had heard the name before having told about this long ago while you two were only first dating.

“Nice, to meet you mate.” You watched as they shook hands and you knew they were both death gripping the others. John was instantly pissed off to have this prick trying to grip his hand so tightly. Maybe you had a type. Over protective, calm and collected, tall, British men. Sprinkle in a little bit of a prideful ego and a need for dominance.

“Seem surprised, Y/N’s a mum.” John couldn’t help but challenge Hugh’s former comment. His eyes were narrowed and you could see them both standing a bit straighter and sizing the other up. You wanted to roll your eyes at these two who were getting into a pissing contest. You were married for Christ sake it’s not like there was anything to worry about. John had his ‘claim’ over you, it was sitting on your ring finger and strapped to his chest.

“Ah, she just didn’t want kids I thought.” Hugh said a bit hesitantly. It was a rude thing to say in front of your husband. If violence was an option you would have smacked him. You always wanted kids just not with him.

“You didn’t want kids?” Jj’s voice interrupted you all. A cold shiver ran up your spine and your skin felt hot. Turning you saw your boy with a baseball cap on backwards.

“No, no. Of course I wanted you.” There was no hesitation as you went to hug your son.

“Ew, not in public mum.” Jj stepped away giving you an annoyed look. Then giving the random man you were talking to a dirty one since his father looked like he wanted to kill the guy.

“Well, it was-“ you paused for a second trying to find the right word.

“Surprising, to see you.” You shot a forced smile over your shoulder. Hugh caught the hint and nodded with a tight lipped smile to John, then you and walked away.

“Who was that?” Jj asked giving you a pointed look.

“An old uni friend of your mums.” John explained. It was a round about way of saying it. You had met Hugh at the end of your doctoral program and dated for awhile. The break up happened the week before you went on that dig where you met John.

It was a messy break up and you were ready when it ended. The constant fighting, lack of trust, and his controlling nature was why you ended things and Hugh didn’t react in a way you were expecting. Immediately sleeping with the girl he told you there was no need to worry about out of spite. Then begging for you two to get back together and give him another chance.

It lasted a few years before he stopped reaching out at random times. He would wish you happy birthday or ask if you were free for dinner. You had answered a few times at the very beginning when John was dragging his feet about wanting to date you and be single due to his job. Once you realized you had fallen in love with John you stopped answering any phone call, email, or text. Ending with Hugh showing up at your door a week after John ended things with you and that was the last night you saw him. Choosing to ignore any form of communication after that in hopes to get yourself to stop going down the self destructive path you ended up on.

“Lets get Evie it’s time to go.” John gave Jj a reassuring look but wouldn’t look you in the eye.

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“John, please stop giving me the cold shoulder.” You were standing at the foot of your bed blocking your husbands view of the tv.

“I’m not.” John said simply with a shrug. Then grabbing his book off the nightstand so he could read since you were blocking the tv.

“John, what’s bugging you?” You asked knowing for a fact it had to be running into Hugh.

“Nothing.” John muttered in a clearly annoyed tone.

“Fine.” You sighed. Getting into bed you laid on your side with your back turned to your husband.

Since you ran into Hugh at the department store John had wanted little to do with you. Jj asked if you were fighting and John told him ‘no’ and then continued to keep his distance. It had been one word answers and a complete lack of eye contact. John sat outside for the majority of the evening smoking cigars.

John stared down at the book in his hands, not actually reading. His mind had been racing since the name Hugh came out of your mouth. John knew you had slept with Hugh once after you met John. It was when John told you he didn’t want anything serious and you should see other people; breaking your heart and leaving you devastated and lonely. You hadn’t done anything wrong but John was incredibly self conscious that you sought out male affection during your three month break up while he couldn’t get you out of his head.

John was incapable of looking at another woman sexually let alone romantically during that time and he never understood why you did what you did, but now it made sense. Hugh was leagues better looking than John thought he was and time seemed to not affect him as drastically as it did John. Insecurity and jealousy had found its way into John’s mind as he questioned if he was as attractive as you said he was.

The thing that continued to naw at John’s brain was how much older he looked standing next to you and your former lover. John didn’t feel inadequacy often but tonight he was plagued by it. Thoughts of you once in that man’s arms and how he looked at you, all these years later as if you had seen each other only a week ago. If John hadn’t been such a fool Hugh would have never found his way into your bed that last time.

“So you really only slept with him that once while we were broken up?” John asked the question before realizing he was speaking. John cringed as he watched you sit up rapidly giving him a shocked and clearly hurt expression. John wanted to take the question back as soon as he realized he was talking.

“You think I’d lie about something like that?” A pain clanged in your heart at your husbands question. After being married for as long as you were did he really have that little trust in you.

“No, I just. . . Don’t see why you continued to wait for me when he’s clearly a very attractive man.” John tried to reason as if his question was appropriate. You were even more offended that John was thinking you were that shallow.

“Well first off I wasn’t waiting for you like some lost puppy. I was trying to get over you because you ended things between us. Secondly, I was and continue to be in love with you. I chose to tell you what happened because full honesty is important to me. I didn’t tell you so you could question my loyalty years later.” The words came spilling out and you were far from nice as you practically hissed them at John; who was staring back at you as stoic as ever. Normally you could get a read on him but you had no clue what was going on in his head.

“I’m not questioning your loyalty or calling you a liar.” John rolled his eyes making your blood boil.

“Well it sure feels like it. Then what are you asking?” You snapped, face flushed with anger. You were embarrassed to even be talking about this. The only man you thought about in that way was your husband and you didn’t want to drag up that old humiliating memory. You were still mortified that you allowed your self respect to get that low and allow Hugh into your apartment that night let alone your body.

There was a long lapse of silence as you watched the gears turn in your husbands head. It was clear John was stewing over something else and going this roundabout way to get there. John tended to do this when he really had some strong or hurt feelings about something. It was as if he was incapable of just spitting it out and being straightforward about whatever was on his mind. Which you assumed was that he thought you might have cheated all those years ago. Only that wasn’t the case for John.

“Why me? Over him? He’s good looking enough, clearly smart since you met through uni, and isn’t in the god damn military. And he certainly doesn’t look as worn and aged as me.” John practically barked the words out at you. It was clear he was angry, you weren’t sure with who, as he told you what was on his mind.

“Wait.” You held you hand up and closed your eyes trying to gather your thoughts. This was not about John thinking you were unfaithful all those years ago. John actually though Hugh would have been a better romantic choice for you over him; and that stunned you.

“Why did I choose you over Hugh?” You asked again to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you.

“Yeah. And be honest. I want the whole truth.” John said forcefully. He was holding his breath not sure if he actually wanted to hear the truthful answer. Maybe you had just settled for John because Hugh got the shag he wanted and then disappeared after. Maybe you were filled with regret and wondered what your life could have been.

“Because Hugh is a condescending, manipulative, asshole. Who never actually cared about me. He just wanted to control what I wore, who I was friends with and never once supported my career.” You took a deep breath before you spoke again. Laying the angry words to rest so you could really get John to listen to you. Taking John’s hand you turned so you were facing him and sitting criss cross, your eyes locked on his sad baby blues.

“I fell so hard and madly in love with you that day you took me to our first football match. I never stopped loving you even when you broke up with me. I loved you far longer than you did me and I don’t regret it for a second. When you ask why I didn’t end up with Hugh it’s simple. He wasn’t you. I’ve only ever wanted you, John.” You couldn’t help the emotion that came pouring out of you as you told your husband something you thought he already knew. Those times in your early relationship were always so uncertain yet you took the chance and loved him whole hearted. Even when he didn’t do the same for you.

“I love you, darling.” John sighed out the breath he was holding. Squeezing your hand and feeling the insecurity begin to wash away at you pouring your heart out for him. You were right. You had loved him far longer than he deserved and now he was questioning that all because he was self conscious of his greying hair.

“You’ve got me for life. And I want you to know I have yet to meet a man that is half as perfect for me as you.” Your honeysuckle words had John visibly relaxing. A small smile dusting across his lips.

“I’m sorry for questioning you. Just don’t know how you like sleeping with a prune like me.” John admitted. Finally able to tell you in his own way he was self conscious due to his appearance.

“Like? I love getting to have a sexy bear of a man like you all over me. Have you seen yourself naked?” You brought your fingers to your mouth and did a ‘chefs kiss’ so signify how delicious John was. John couldn’t help but laugh knowing you really did mean it.

“Facial hairs still not too much?” He asked.

“How could I have a mustache ride without it?” You flirted shamelessly. The ego boost you were giving your husband had something stirring awake in his sweatpants. You could see the confidence coming back to your husband so you pushed just a little bit more. Moving in closer you rested your chin on John’s toned and broad shoulders.

“Or maybe it’s your huge cock.” You whispered seductively into John’s ear.

“I am pretty lucky aren’t I?” John turned his pupils blown and all former insecurity forgotten.

“I think the same thing about myself.” You said smugly. Only a few centimeters separating the pair of you.

“You’re really going to feel the same when I’m a crotchety old man?” John asked sincerely getting a wicked smile form you in return.

“You’ll be my old man. I’ll love you until the day I die. Walker and all.” The sweet tone and honest nature of your words had John falling even more in love with you.

“Get over here.” John’s arm wrapped around your waist pulling you close. You took the opportunity to straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. With splayed hands on your back you held each other in a tight embrace.

“Now, how about I show just how good looking you are.” You purred kissing down John’s bare neck.

“Oh really?” A gruff groan left John’s throat as you began to grind down on his stiffened length.

“Think you can keep up old man?” You teased. A squeal leaving you as John quickly flipped you over and pinned you to the mattress.

“Oh no, darling. I’m going to have my way with you until all you can say in my name.”

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social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

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vogue charles leclerc and y/n y/l/n tie the knot in a grand yet intimate ceremony held at their villa in monte carlo.

the bride wore a valentino couture gown complete with a sprawling train and platform heels while the groom sported a classic black tuxedo. y/n’s childhood best friend, lily muni he, served as the maid of honour, whereas her close friends, carmen mundt, kika gomes and heidi berger were bridesmaids. on the groom's side, lorenzo leclerc, his brother was the best man along while his younger brother, arthur and his friend circle, which included lando norris, pierre gasly, carlos sainz and alex albon were the groomsmen. the guest list included many notable presences such as sebastian vettel, toto wolff, taylor swift, zendaya, timothée chalamet, harry styles and many more.

the couple’s first dance was to the song "love letter from the sea to the shore" performed by delaney bailey followed by "it's nice to have a friend" by taylor swift and "sweet creature" by harry styles.

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username AHHHSHDHDHDHXHXJDJDF

username gonna sob some more

username honestly crying tears rn

yourusername we love you daniel 🫶🏼 (get your ass back to monaco i am NOT kidding)

-> danielricciardo love you guys (omg we're on our way stop you scare me sometimes)

username IM NOT NORMAL ABT THIS

username fav couple

username thank u to daniel for these

-> username doing god's word fr

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yourusername words cannot express how much i love you. every single time i think that this is it, i cannot possibly love you more than i do, i'm surprised by myself because i do. i really do. i fall in love with you more and more every single day and i'm gonna spend the rest of my life showing you that. i loved you when you first told me that you really liked my smile and i loved you when you told me you hoped i lived nearer to you and then asked me to move in. i loved you when you took the time to get to know me and i loved you when you said that i was it for you and i will love you when our hair is turning gray and we're gonna look back and smile and fall in love even more. they're gonna have to kick us out of those nursing homes i swear. i truly cannot wait to look back on our life together, cardboard boxes full of our love, but until then, let's live it. here's to my forever love, my everything, my world. i love you ❤️

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username "i truly cannot wait to look back on our life together, cardboard boxes full of our love, but until then, let's live it" WHEN WILL IT BE ME

username "they're gonna have to kick us out of those nursing homes" me and who lol (i am screaming crying shaking)

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charles_leclerc i love you so much it's unbelievable just how much

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charles_leclerc i honestly don't know what to say. you're my biggest dream, my wife and now that i'm saying it, it sounds so surreal. i have waiting been an entire lifetime to say these words and the fact that it's you in this lifetime (and all the others), is just amazing. i wish i had known you sooner, so that i wouldn't have to spend all those years looking for love in places where it couldn't possibly be. my love for you reached my past and before you came into my life, i missed you so bad. i hope that one day, when we're old and aged and have seen a thousand sunsets, you ask me if i love you and my answer will forevermore will be always, evermore, even after and still.

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username I CANNOT DO THIS RN

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username "my love for you reached my past and before you came into my life, i missed you so bad" why am i crying.

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usernames no bc the way all the photos are of random moments and this leads me to believe that charles just whips out his camera whenever y/n is just There and now im crying again

-> username he's just like us fr

-> username i too would play paparazzi for y/n is given the chance he's not the only one ://

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landonorris loved the wedding 👍 i woke up in berlin

-> charles_leclerc the wedding was in monaco???

-> maxverstappen1 i know

-> danielricciardo we obviously had some ideas and now i have an ugly tattoo and there's a ring pop on my finger

-> landonorris max has one too

-> charles_leclerc YOU MARRIED MAX

-> danielricciardo NO

-> maxverstappen1 NO

-> yourusername this is hilarious

username i need to see more pictures from the wedding I NEED TO

username i love my wife (i am delusional)

yourusername i have already loved you for a thousand years ❤️

-> charles_leclerc here's to a thousand more ❤️

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-> charles_leclerc i love you so much more mon chéri

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username im gonna cry brb

[strwbabydoll]

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; harry styles x fem!reader

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬; harry’s grumpy and y/n’s never had a valentines date

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 𝟐.𝟐𝐤

masterlist • talk to me! • request a valentines prompt

Y/N never really goes out unless she’s with her friend, Sarah and her boyfriend Mitch. It’s not that she has no reason, she just doesn’t like going alone. She doesn’t like being surrounded by large groups of people she doesn’t know, so the majority of the time she stay in her room surrounded her stuffed animals, wrapped up in her soft and fluffy blanket either reading a book or watching a movie.

The past two weeks all she ever heard is everyone’s plans or ideas for how they want to celebrate Valentine’s Day, whether it’s showering their significant other with presents and love, or simply choosing to spend the day with friends. While she’s happy for her friends, she doesn’t get the point. Why would you wait basically a year to show your partner love and spoil them, when you can just do that every day.

Some might she say she’s only grumpy because she’s never had a true valentines, only spending it by third wheeling Sarah and Mitch at home watching sappy rom-coms and eating as much junk food as her stomach can handle. She would honestly agree, she’s mainly grumpy because she hasn’t had the chance to experience that, but it still doesn’t make any sense!

Sarah’s been hinting at trying to get Y/N a Valentine’s but she doesn’t wanna go with someone she doesn’t know, it’d be even worse than third wheeling in her opinion. She refuses with a simple wave of her hand and a laugh, telling her she’d be too boring and they’d fall asleep at the table.

Sarah will laugh along, but she has a plan. She refuses to let her friend go without the joy of a date any longer! So she gathers Mitch after their lunch date and they begin their plan.

- - - -

Sarah’s been taking an oddly long time getting ready today, normally she only takes roughly thirty minutes to do her hair and makeup, but it’s taken her an hour and she’s still not done! Y/N knows something’s up by the way Sarah keeps giggling and looking at her dressed in her sweats and oversized hoodie, but she simply says she’s just happy.

A knock at the door disrupts Y/N’s thinking as she watches Sarah run to the door, she smiles lightly thinking it’s Mitch coming to pick her up. As she goes back to the kitchen to make her some water, she can faintly make out Sarah and Mitch’s voice as well as someone else’s.

She comes back out and stops in the doorway when she sees Harry with a small smile on his face. His hair looking as fluffy as always, his dimples prominent thanks to the smile he’s trying to hide. His muscles straining against his white dress shirt, and his black skinny jeans complimenting his toned legs and she swears she can feel the drool pooling in her mouth.

Conveniently Sarah turns around and spots her in the doorway, smiling even bigger somehow as she beckons her over.

“Y/N/N!! Look who’s here!” She says and Y/N sighs softly. As she heads over to the group, she can’t help but to trail her eyes over Harry’s physique once again, a small smile gracing her lips.

She gently pinches Sarah’s arm when she reaches the group as she gives everyone a hug. She can’t help but notice how tense Harry is when she wraps her arms around his frame.

She wouldn’t exactly call them friends, but they’ve always made polite small talk whenever they happen to be in the same room. She doesn’t understand why he’s always so short with her but can have a conversation for hours with Mitch. She doesn’t understand why he doesn’t like her, she hasn’t done anything!

She sighs as she removes herself from the awkward embrace and tugs on the ends of her hoodie sleeves, a habit she does whenever she gets anxious or overwhelmed. Stepping back, she smiles softly as they all engage in conversation.

“Y/N. Harry’s taking you for Valentine’s.” Sarah says and Mitch nods once in agreement. Her mouth parts and she stares at Harry, confusion etched on her face.

“Wha- no. Wait, huh?” She asks and Sarah laughs softly.

“Well you’re always complaining on how Valentines is such a shit holiday, and we wanted you to see how cute it can be, so we got H to do it so no strangers.” Mitch says and her eyes narrow at Sarah.

“This is some sick prank right?” She asks and they shake their heads.

“Wouldn’t do that you lovie.” Sarah says and she scoffs.

“Harry’s never even had a girlfriend! Why would he want to take me on a date? Are we forgetting Valentine’s is for couples, which we aren’t?” She says, a heat beginning to warm her cheeks in embarrassment as she shakes her head and tugs on her sleeves again.

“M’a nice person, Y/N.” Harry says as he fiddles with his rings, his voice soft as if he’s scared of angering her. She sighs softly as she looks up at her friends.

“You don’t even like me Harry. If this is something out of pity, I don’t want it. I’m perfectly fine doing what I always do.” She says and he nods.

“Go get dressed then.” He says, his voice just a tad deeper and she shivers as she nods absentmindedly and runs back to her room.

While she’s getting dressed, the three continue to have a conversation.

“You know where you’re taking her?” Sarah asks and he simply nods in response .

“You think she’ll like it?” Mitch asks and nods again

“Did you have to use that voice?” Mitch asks and Harry laughs.

“What voice?” Sarah asks and both of the guys laugh.

“His intimidation voice. Scares the crap out of the girls but they listen.” Mitch says

“She listened didn’t she?” Harry says with a small smile on his face.

A couple minutes later, Y/N comes out and Harry swears his heart stops. Now it’s not like he hasn’t thought she was attractive beforehand, he always thought she was pretty. But he has to be mean because he knows he’ll hurt her. She’s so sweet, so soft, so angelic, and he’s the complete opposite. She was right, he’s never had a girlfriend, he just wants to have fun and not be tied down. After all, he’s young, it’s not like he’s gonna be getting married in a couple years, so he sticks with his one night stands and aimless flirting with anyone who’ll fall for his charm.

But seeing her right now, her brown silk dress hugging her curves perfectly, her black heels wrapping around her toned calves, her hair styled in a sleek ponytail, and her jewelry shining when the light hit, a simple necklace with a small gem wrapped her neck, matching bracelets on both wrists and a couple small rings sit on her polished fingers.

Harry can feel a small nudge on his chest and turns to look at Mitch who has a smirk on his lips. Harry shakes his head and clears his throat.

“Y’look beautiful Y/N.” Harry says as a small smile appears on her plump glossy lips.

“Thank you, H. Didn’t tell you earlier but you look good too.” She says and he fights back a smile.

As they all walk out the door and to their respective cars, Y/N tugs on Harry’s belt loop as she signals him to come back. He steps back and they walk together a little further behind the other couple.

“Haz, I’m serious. If this is out of pity, I don’t need yours. Valentine’s isn’t even a big deal to me.” She says and he scoffs.

“M’serious Y/N. I’m a nice guy, and I want to do this. Stop overthinking, I don’t pity you. I want you to have at least one good date.” He says and rolls his eyes.

- - - -

As he pulls into the parking lot, he can hear her gasp from beside him and he chuckles. He parks the car and they both get out, heading to the door and he quickly opens the door to let her in.

They walk in and she sighs happily as the different foods blend into one delicious smell, he watches her warily, a smile threatening to form on his lips. They walk up to the register and order whatever they’d like and when asked for the name and card Harry quickly slides his card in and mentions his name, she frowns lightly as she watches everything go down.

The lady ends up eventually walking away and Y/N turns to Harry

“I could’ve paid for that.” In response she gets a frown.

“Have you forgotten? It’s technically our first date and I gotta treat ya.” He says and nudges her shoulder.

“Well thanks.” She says and nudges him back with a small smile on her face.

They stand back some as they wait for their food, talking about random topics when she clears her throat.

“H, I really am sorry for everything I’ve said today. I guess I just judged you because I was kinda hurt.. I had to watch you be all buddy buddy with Mitch and Sarah but act like you hate me.. it’s so confusing.” She says and he grabs her hand softly.

“I don’t hate you, at all. If anything I really like ya.” He says

- - - -

After they eat, Harry drives her to a small flower shop picking up everything she picks up. After creating a big bouquet of her favorites, he hands it to her with a shy smile.

“Harry.. what’s this?” She says

“Uh.. I read you’re supposed to give your date flowers in the first date.. and technically I was supposed to give them to you when I first walked in to pick you up, but I didn’t know what flowers you’d like..” he says as she watches his cheeks begin to turn pink.

She can’t fight the big smile that spreads across her face. She squeals as she wraps her arms around him, burying her face into his neck. She can feel him tense underneath her grasp, but she can’t be bothered. She’s just too happy! He actually put effort in researching what to do and wanted to be good for her.

She pulls away and smiles once again, taking in his flustered face and red cheeks, a downturned smile on his face as he scratches his neck.

“Um, you’re welcome.. I hope you liked it.” He says, his voice smooth and silky but she can tell he’s embarrassed.

“I loved it H. Thank you for this. Best Valentines ever.” She says and he smiles softly at her.

They spend the rest of the day chatting and walking around the town, enjoying each others company. He ends up carrying all her bags as they walk around, it reminds him of the celebrities and their security guards on a shopping spree.

As they head back, he reaches one hand over to her and hesitantly grabs her hand. She giggles quietly as she intertwines her fingers through his, and they drive in silence. She can’t help but daydream about them as she stares out the window, a dopey smile never leaving her face.

Once they reach her and Sarah’s apartment he opens the door and lets her in after she unlocks the door. She smiles and thanks him quietly, setting her keys in the bowl placed by the door on the small end table and he places all her bags in the living room. As soon as he sets her bags down both Mitch and Sarah emerge from Sarah’s bedroom, excitement written all over their face as they bombard them with questions about the date.

After answering their questions Harry turns to Y/N and nods his head towards the door. She nods and they both excuse themselves and head back outside, closing the door behind them and smiling at each other.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asks and she nods.

“It’s gonna be hard to beat this mister. You ruined it for any other boy that tries, thank you again.” She says and he chuckles.

“That wasn't exactly my plan, I just wanted to show you what Valentine's is all about, that it isn't all that bad. You just have to share it with the right person. I had a good time tonight and I hope you enjoyed yourself as well. Tonight has shown me that I'm tired of ignoring you and being grumpy with you. If it's okay with you, I'd like for us to try all of this again.” He says and she smiles as she nods her head.

“Harry… can I kiss you? It’s the only proper way to end such an amazing date.” She asks and he nods.

He places his ringed hands on either side of her face and they both lean in slowly. She can smell the faint scent of the food he ate earlier combined with the mint of his gum he chewed earlier as his breath fans against her lips. He leans forward just slightly and they both smile as their lips touch, both soft and sweet. The kiss is nothing short of gentle and tender, only lasting for a minute max before he pulls away and kisses her nose.

Maybe Valentine’s isn’t so bad anymore.

[nutonmydraco]

✶ 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧. . . 📜 .ᐟ

📂 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ includes: matt sturniolo, chris sturniolo, and more. . . [ ON HOLD! ]

🪞fluff / 🧚🏻 smut / 🧷 angst / 🐇 a wattpad original

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗦 ‧₊˚ 🎞️ | short series

🎟️ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i write a few short series based on iconic romance and rom-com movies we all know and love <3

i. the proposal ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

y/n is an executive editor for a book company in manhattan, new york. while she may be a powerful woman, many of her workers despise her. when y/n learns that she’s going to face deportation and has to return to canada, she does the unthinkable. she lies through her teeth and reveals to her boss that she’s getting married to her assistant, matt sturniolo.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

ii. 10 things i hate about you ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

on the first day of school, finn instantly falls for the most popular girl in school; cassie. his plan to ask cassie out is destroyed when he learns that she’s forbidden to date until her ill-tempered, hates-all-men, un-dateable older sister, y/n, does. desperate, finn finds a possible match all over the school for y/n until he comes across the perfect one—the ‘bad boy’ with a bad reputation, chris sturniolo.

🪞 / 🧚🏻 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

iii. to all the boys i’ve loved before ✷ conrad fisher x fem!reader

five times. that’s how many times y/n has fallen in love and for each guy, she’s written a love letter that she keeps hidden in an old box. the letters remain a secret until y/n’s little sister sent all five letters to each guy it was addressed to. y/n was unaware of it until conrad fisher walked up to her one day, the folded paper in his hand. in an attempt to get his ex-girlfriend back, conrad proposes an idea that they should date. well, pretend to.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

iv. roman holiday ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

it’s 1953 and princess y/n has arrived in rome, italy. overwhelmed by her suffocating schedule, princess y/n escapes from the palace in the middle of the night and into the cobblestoned streets of rome. lost and frightened, she runs into an american freelance journalist, matt sturniolo, who shows her what it’s like to live a normal life.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

v. the parent trap ✷ harry styles x fem!reader

divorced parents. two daughters—twins. after meeting at summer camp, anya and juliette devise a plan to switch identities to give each other a chance to spend time with the parent they’ve missed. if their scheme goes well, they have a chance to bring their mom, y/n, and dad, harry, back together and become a family again.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗧 𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗦𝗜 ‧₊˚ ⛪️ | one shots

🪽₊˚⊹ ━━ in which i write one shots for you! my inbox is open, so if you want to leave a request, feel free to let me know!

NOTE . . . .ᐟ requests that include certain kinks (e.g., piss kink), incest, anal, threesomes, and any other topics i find uncomfortable will be ignored.

i. little black dress ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ i wanna see the way you move for me, baby. . . ❞

in an attempt to move on from a brutal breakup with her piece-of-shit boyfriend, y/n gets dolled up for a frat party her friend had begged her to come to. hoping to just forget about it all by getting wasted, y/n is taken by surprise when she meets a frat boy, chris sturniolo, who had his eyes on her and her little black dress from the moment she walked in.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

one night stand, fratboy!chris, nsfw

ii. only angel ✷ harry styles x fem!reader

❛❛ it turns out she’s a devil in between the sheets. . . ❞

famous popstar, harry styles, is performing at the 2017 victoria’s secret fashion show and he’s more ready than ever. while performing ‘only angel’, harry is captivated when an angel herself, y/n, steps out to walk down the runway. after the show, harry takes it upon himself to ask if he could take her out for dinner—only to end up stumbling into harry’s hotel room to do more french kissing than talking.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

famous!harry, model!y/n, nsfw

iii. juno ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ give me more than just some butterflies. . . ❞

rumors have been going around that famous popstar, y/n, and rapper, chris sturniolo, are dating after months of being spotted together by fans and paparazzis. attending y/n’s show for the first time, chris is taken by surprise by the ‘freaky position’ she does on stage, all while looking at him. of course, fans go insane.

🪞⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

singer!y/n, nflplayer!chris, fluff

iv. i can see you ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ and i could see you up against the wall with me. . . ❞

y/n has been thinking about this guy in her english class—his hair, his face, his glasses. they’ve never spoken before, but y/n can’t help but develop feelings for him. maybe it’s the way he talks, or walks, or maybe it’s just his face. y/n finally gets the courage to talk to him, lying that she needs help with an assignment but he sees right through her. the only problem is that he’s her professor.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

professor!matt, student!y/n, older!matt, both are consenting adults, y/n is 21+, nsfw

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗬 ‧₊˚ 📰 | series

☁ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i write multiple series filled with angst, fluff, and smut!

i. don’t blame me ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ lord, save me, my drug is my baby. . . ❞

y/n has had a secret admirer for months. every morning is the same thing—a note falls out from her locker, talking about her smile, her beauty, her everything. she throws each note away, and never thinks about it again. after being partnered up with chris, the quiet boy, in chemistry class, she forms a genuine bond with him. things begin to change when boys she has ever dated and her enemies were found in the woods, lifeless.

🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

obsessed!chris, killer!chris, quiet!chris, nsfw, angst, thriller

ii. sweet relief ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ it’s just something only we know. . . ❞

y/n has despised her brother’s best friend for years, but no one seems to know why. every time matt comes over to their house, y/n’s mood turns sour. growing tired of it, her brother, jax, forces y/n and matt to spend time together by leaving them at their family’s beach house. with no choice, the two spend the night together, learning to get along. as unexpected feelings surface, both agree to keep their new understanding a secret from jax—for now.

🪞 / 🧚🏻 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

brother’s best friend, enemies to lovers, nsfw, angst

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧 ‧₊˚ 🩹 | fics

⛓️‍💥 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i incorporate my wattpad fics on tumblr and continue them <3 and also make new fics with designated names for oc’s instead of ‘y/n’ !

i. fool’s gold ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!oc

❛❛ i know your love’s not real. . . ❞

bianca sinclair is the new girl in somerville high school. this being her senior year, she vows to not let boys distract her. that is until she meets chris sturniolo, the football player who’s known for also being a player outside of the field. things take a turn when bianca is asked to tutor chris in spanish and they spend more time together outside of school. in attempt to make his ex-girlfriend jealous and hide the fact that he has a tutor, he asks bianca the unthinkable—for her to be his fake girlfriend.

🪞 / 🧷 / 🐇 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

fake dating, footballplayer!chris, madison beer fc

ii. the great war ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!oc

❛❛ my hand was the one you reached for. . . ❞

ellsworth, maine became a silent town days after the sturniolo brothers moved in across the street from adelaide westwood. adelaide can’t help but become more curious about the enigmatic boy who smoked more than he talked, matt sturniolo. fear hovers over the town when a series of murder is reported, and she suspects that matt is the killer. surely, he’s hiding something, right? adelaide makes it her mission to unravel the truth matt seems to be secretive about, that is if he is hiding anything at all, before the whole town drowns in a bloodbath. or worse, before she’s next.

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thriller, biker!matt, cindy kimberly fc

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[grapejuicestyless]

People Pleaser

Harry Styles x fem! bandmate reader

summery: Y/n gives too much and Harry is the only one to give back.

Angst(kinda) to fluff!

If you were to ask the public, ‘Who embodies love on tour?’ The majority, if not everybody would be quick to conclude it was Harry. He was the front man, it was his tour. A man who grows flowers with his voice and encourages affection between even the most different strangers.

If you asked the people involved, they would say Y/n Y/l/n.

Y/n is a woman with so much empathy she walked in others shoes more than her own. She spends her free time devoted to helping her friends and family. Constantly doting on them despite how grave the situation seemed.

So yeah, if you were to define HSLOT, it would be Y/n, Y/l/n. The pianist who sat quietly in the back of the stage, tucked away behind Sarah and Pauli, quiet as a mouse.

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The sun was high, burning into the black chevron of the HSLOT Wembley stage floor. The white and black paint radiating vastly different temperatures in the June heat. The backtracks boomed through the stadium, muffling the farther backstage you got. Humidity suffocated everything in a sticky wetness.

Harry was dancing in a black bunny shirt, sleeves rolled to his shoulders and shorts shorter than my own. Today the sun was more brutal than ever and the effects were obvious. Skin was redder than before and water bottles could be found empty and scattered beneath the instruments. The HSLOT band was huddling under the small amount of shade they could find over the small overhang mounted on the stage. Lucky for me, because of how tucked away my space was, I had full access to the cool shade and the slight breeze of the AC blasting through the backstage area. Mitch, however, due to his front and center stationing, was falling victim to the peak heat of the day.

Harry hummed into the microphone, lazily speaking numbers out of order to get a laugh out of anyone, though the heat seemed to be getting to him too as he seemed out of his usual pre-show element. The only thing there seemed to be more abundance of than Harry’s pitiful jokes, was the sweat drenching each and every one of us.

“Y/n/n?” A soft voice called from just in front of me.

Mitch stood just in front of Pauli who was stuck half in the sun and half in the shade, his body squished into the darkness. His hair was matted with wet and held up tightly in a man bun, his shirt drenched in sweat more so than the rest of us.

“Eh, Im sorry to ask but would you mind if we could just switch positions for just a bit? I’m overheating over there and need a small break.” He pleaded.

Ever the people pleaser, the urge to stay in the shade was pushed down and away as my body moved quicker than my mind. I was eager to make Mitch happy, loving the satisfaction helping a friend out gave me.

He traded me a small hand held fan for my perfect shady spot. Though the plastic wings barely moved and the air barely soothed the heat, the thought was nice enough of him to suggest.

So I stood in the sun, the rays casting down on me like a blanket that could only be described as hell on earth. Sweat collected more aggressively on my forehead but the quick look over to Mitch, who had a lazy smile on his face from the shade and the inconsistent AC gusts made it a whole lot more worth it.

By now we were on Satellite, Harry mumbling the song, waltzing over to Elin to make sure she was still feeling okay. It was moments like this that I believed we were soulmates. Bonded together by the environment that seemed to tug us together like some sort of gravity. His straightforward kindness and appreciation one of his best qualities that I loved.

I let myself marinate in my own wetness, my legs heavy from the heat and my cheeks growing sore from the sun. My eyes grew heavy and the fan grew weaker and weaker. Truthfully, I was struggling.

“Y/n..?” I heard a small yell from Sarah, who I was sure was boiling surrounded by all that plastic and metal, despite the shade. She was still blocked off from the AC air, so the heat might as well have been just as bad.

I nodded to her, making my way over cautiously, the floor slippery with the dew from the humidity and the sweat dripping off our noses.

“What’s up, babe?” I smiled, leaning against the edge of the platform her drums were set on.

“I’m struggling a bit here. I’m a little trapped.” I raised an eyebrow, ready to take a seat to listen to what she had to say. I wondered if it was about the baby or if it was a mental block. I was ready to be a good friend when she needed it.

“Do you think I could borrow that fan? Just for a second? It’s like a hotbox in here.” My eyes drifted to the soft vibrations rumbling through my palm, the soft buzzing sound from the hand held fan spinning softly in all its neon green glory.

Forming my lips into a thin line, I nodded, plastering on a smile and reaching up to hand it to Sarah.

She was thankful for my generosity, flashing me a smile and holding up a weak thumbs up. I reflected her gesture, hunching my shoulders as I spun to return back to the spot I’d taken in the sun.

Just now, I began to realize how much I took that tan for granted. Even the soft wind was able to move the still air that casted over the UK today.

My heavy feet turned into cinder blocks and my eyes became unbearably heavy. I seemed sway on my feet a little, every blink becoming stickier as my eyelashes bunched together more and more. It felt like hours going by. Realistically it had only been five minutes, but everything moved in slow motion now.

I think Harry was singing Matilda now, but it seemed to be silenced by the clogging of my ears. I felt faint suddenly, my body too heavy to hold up. I felt myself stumble. It was usually now I would focus all my attention in on his beautiful melody, but my ears seemed to reject any sound whatsoever other than shouts and belly laughter across the stage.

“Hey Y/n!” I heard loud and clear, the bubbly voice belonging to none other than my best friend. The man who I’d been stuck with since his very first show and the person in my mind that hung the stars and moon single handedly in my life. The closest thing I had to a home on tour, Harry.

I’m not sure if I was able to lift my lips into a smile or not, everything blurring together in a mushy mess. It was like I was on psychedelics while being totally sober.

Trying to remain polite, I tried to be more welcoming to him, reaching up to wave only to find myself stumbling back into the elevated stage platforms, hands slamming into the wood so hard the corners caused red lines to form, blood peaking in blots on my skin.

“Y/n!” He sounded more frantic now, not as light and airy like before. The sound of a microphone falling to the ground was ear piercing, if I could cover my ears I would. His feet sounded heavy, the sound echoing through the empty area like bricks. My elbows collapsed under the pressure of my body and my knees buckled.

I waited for the ground to come, braced for it even. Ready to bruise my face and bleed from the nose. But it never came. Instead I was wrapped in a wet body, my face smushing against a hard chest.

“Shit, can I get some medical help?” Harry. Harry had caught me. How quick he was to rush in to help.

I couldn’t quite make out his face with how jumbled up my brain was from the heatstroke I was almost sure my body was going through right now, all I saw was black dots and blurry pink lips moving quickly. I think he mumbled, “You’re okay, it’s fine.” But maybe that was an illusion I made up for some sort of comfort.

We met eyes, a worried shock painted on Harry’s face before I was met with the soothing darkness of sleep.

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I woke up to a cooler climate. A buzzing sounding through the vent on the ceiling. Tassels of pink and yellow blowing in the wind. I had an ice pack taped to my forehead and one wrapped around my stomach with velcro.

My head was pounding with one of the worst headaches I’d ever dealt with in my entire life and my eyes were aggressively watering despite my excessive wiping.

I tried to sit up, but could only groan with how sore I was, my hand pressing against the ice pack quickly.

“Y/n, oh thank god.” I felt the couch dip by my head, Harry’s body kneeling on the ground in front of my face and his head hovering over mine as he hunched over me. The carpet ruffled beneath his knees as he settled into place. His breathing was slightly jagged, a little quick. Maybe in his panic it had picked up. Compared to mine, which was slow and steady. A good long sleep will do that to you.

“Did I faint?” My mouth was dry, so everything that came out of my mouth was strained and rough. Sandpaper scratching my vocal cords.

The question was obvious, I knew I had gone down before I even fell. I knew I was going down as soon as I handed away the shady spot and the fan. Maybe not directly, but that small tugging feeling that fought briefly with my body knew. I couldn’t help but let the smallest smirk grace my lips, trying to be funny and light hearted in a time of need.

“Gave everyone a proper scare, really did. Went down pretty fast.” He lifted an arm from his sides to gently move the ice pack from my forehead, sensing the slight discomfort it was giving me, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. We watched each other quietly in the quiet of the communal dressing room.

His smile was infectious, always was. Harry had that kind of bunny tooth smile that made my stomach do secret summersaults and flutter occasionally. Despite the strict platonic relationship we’d established, it was hard to not fall for the other half who understood the urge to put others before myself just as well.

Lost in the dreamy thought of him, I snapped back to see the white smile slowly wipe off his face, eyebrows pulling together in worry and his gaze becoming less lighthearted and more serious.

“Was it dramatic? Could I win an Oscar for it?” I joked, lightening up the mood, or attempting to.

“Yes, and yes. Would’ve swept them, I think.” We laughed weakly, not finding the situation funny but the inability to stay so serious for so long amusing.

“We shouldn’t have had soundcheck outside. I knew it was too hot out, I’m sorry.” The warm bareness of his fingers engulfed mine gently, his thumb brushing my knuckles so light it almost barely ghosted over my skin.

“It’s not your fault, I made a couple bad choices that got me there.”

“Such a pushover.” I snorted, removing my hand from his in fake offense to his comment, though it was both true and not in any sense mean or bad intentioned.

“And to think, I had the perfect AC spot in the shade too!” We continued to joke, not finding anything about this at all serious. We probably seemed fucked in the head to the outside perspective. Who treats heat stroke like it meant nothing?

“I need to learn how to say no.” Harry silently agreed, eyes flicking up to mine slowly, almost like he was tracing my body in an outline in his head. Saving a mental photo of his best friend covered in sweat, melted ice and plastic icepacks.

“You do.” I smiled.

“I know.” He raised a brow.

“You do. Can’t have that happening. Scared me.” His sudden confession lacked any previous lightheartedness that we’d bounced off of each other just moments before.

I grabbed his hand again, now my thumb was the one to merely ghost over his skin smoothly.

“I know, I’m sorry. Don’t wanna worry you.” It was the most sincere thing I’d said all day. The only thing I’d truly meant really. All those “My pleasures” and, “Of courses” only being half hearted and made based solely on the idea that someone else could benefit from it more than I would.

“I love you.” Silence hugged the room around his confession. Not that we hadn’t exchanged the sentence consistently. Throwing it around so much it was a habit to tell each other before we left any room or made a joke so good it deserved the praise. But somehow, the words sat different than before. They held more seriousness and more honesty than the other times, and I couldn’t help the giddiness it gave me.

“I love you too.” Maybe if the situation wasn’t so dramatic and the heat wasn’t getting to both of us incredibly bad, maybe then it wouldn’t have happened. Some sort of forced confession out of the blue.

He showed no signs of having any interests in me. Other than the constant presence he seemed to enjoy having in my life and the fact that nobody knew me like him, he could have fooled me completely.

“Yeah?” He laughed through his teeth, breathy and light.

I nodded slowly, sure of myself but shy on the idea he could be playing with me. He would walk me to the door of hope and send me home crying. Maybe it was the feeling of giving so much and never getting anything back. Maybe it was the all too familiar feeling of being used because of the overflowing empathy I was dealt at birth and the nagging persistence in my mind ordering me to please the people around me that was responsible for the twinge of doubt I held to him. But his eyes held kindness and full trust, I couldn’t help but feel that fluttery feeling.

It could have been from the heat, but most likely from him rushing the blood from my heart straight to my cheeks.

“I hope you mean it in the way I think you mean it, because if this is the heat stroke playing with my feelings, I’m about to look really stupid.” My arms outstretched around his neck, pulling him to my lips. My fingers tangling between his puffy curls and damp with the sweat beaded on the back of his tanned neck.

His kiss was just as sweet as I expected it. It wasn’t an intricate make out with a long battle between our tongues. It was needy, but not in a rushed way. It was short, but did more than any sloppy kiss could possibly say.

“Is now a good time to say I only see you as a friend?” I couldn’t help but silently laugh at that. My chest moving up and down while my mouth was pulled into a large smile that broke out on my face.

Harry was still so close, yet to pull back completely as his breath fanned my nose and his forehead almost touched mine.

“Now that I’ve wooed you, does this mean you’ll let me play tonight?” His lips silenced mine, pressing hard and smooth against each other. He pulled away with a wet release.

“No.” For the millionth time, we laughed. We laughed, feeling happy. Content that I was okay, that this was okay. That we were whatever we were. Maybe we had crossed the line between strictly platonic. Maybe we were towing the line between lovers and best friends. But it didn’t matter because whatever we had was warmer than the June heat and bigger than any crowd Wembley could pull in our hearts.

It was all some sappy story of the girl who gave too much and the only man who gave back, very on brand for the HSLOT crew.

Maybe heat strokes could be good.

Read part 2 here!

[harrysdaydream-tpwk]

“I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch- H.S”

summary: Harry and you argue after his show at Wembley and he gets jealous and pissy. Angst ensues

warnings: arguments, swearing, angst with a happy ending

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

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The door slammed shut behind him, his footsteps heavy, even on the carpeted floor. You sighed, tired and weary. It had been a long night and by the looks of it, it was about to get even longer.

Harry huffed, taking off his shoes with more force than necessary, throwing them in the general direction of his open suitcase. He wasn’t wearing the colourful outfit anymore, looking much more like yours in the black nike shorts and worn-out t-shirt you’ve seen far too many times on him. You stood in the doorway between the ensuite bathroom and the bedroom, watching him quietly as he ran his fingers through his brown hair repeatedly-noting it had get even longer since the last time you saw him.

He looked up at you finally, his eyes stormy and half-lidded. He was mad, furious even and you weren’t totally sure why. You hadn’t seen him for three weeks, the tour taking a toll on your relationship and you had hoped this night would’ve at least be a change to your boring office life, a moment with the man you loved so dearly.

“What is your problem?”, you said demanding, sounding harsher than intended. Your arms were crossed in front of your chest, you yourself still dressed in the outfit you had chosen for tonight’s show. A pink, puffy dress, matching cowboy boots and hat. Hell, you had even put on a boa, going all out.

“My-“, he breathed out, before getting louder, “My problem? What the hell is your problem? We haven’t seen each other in almost a month and you already go around flirting with other guys? At my own damn show nonetheless?” He stood up from where he was sat on the king sized bed, taking a step closer to you.

“What?”, you sputtered unbelievingly. “What the fuck are you even talking about? All I did was talk to your mum and your sister, I haven’t seen either of them since Christmas and you just accuse me of things that didn’t even happen? Fuck you.” Tears gathered in your eyes and he noticed, faltering slightly.

“I saw you”, he started, pointing his finger at you,” Talking to him. I don’t know who he was, I don’t even care. I just know you were laughing pretty hard at his jokes or whatever he was telling you. A little too much to just be friendly.”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Ryan-“

He interrupted you before you could even finish. “Oh, Ryan”, he mocked, “Is that his name? Gotta be careful you don’t start moaning his name the next time we fuck.”

He was getting really worked up now, the vain on his forehead popping and you were getting angrier by the minute too. He had always been jealous, even a little possessive, and it was getting on your nerves.

“Ryan is an old friend from school, you asshole. You know him, I invited him to my birthday party two years ago. He’s gay, Harry, so he’s not interested in me and I’m not interested in him. It’s just a coincidence, he told me you were really nice to him when he met you and that he wanted to support you. Although, I don’t expect him to think so highly of you if he knew what you’re throwing at me right now.” You took a deep breath in, the tears finally breaching free. You couldn’t keep them in any longer.

You were exhausted, travelling from home to see him at Wembley, his concert of two hours and then this argument on top of it. The weak and selfish part of you just wanted him to hold you, while the bigger part just wanted to yell at him some more. You missed him and he was treating you so unfairly.

“I missed you”, you whispered, “I just wanted to spend the night with you peacefully, you’re my home, Harry. Why don’t you ever make me feel like I’m yours too?” You let out a sob, slapping your hand over your mouth defeated.

“Oh. Oh, Y/N.” His eyes were soft now, staring at you unnervingly. “Here, sit down, my love. You look like you’ll fall over any minute.” He guided you to a chair nearby, pushing you down gently.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispered, kneeling before you. His face was illuminated by the lights of London outside the big hotel window. “This tour has taken a toll on me, I missed you so much more, Y/N, you have to believe me. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, I just got so upset over the thought of you with someone else. I’m so selfish, I wish I could have you by my side everyday, you know? I love you and I never want to hurt you, not like this. Not over something I have so obviously perceived wrongly.”

You laughed wetly, your make-up probably smudged, making you look like a hot mess. “You know, I’m starting to think that you were right when you sang that you were just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit that he’s sorry.” He chuckled quietly, wiping a tear from your cheek.

“I forgive you”, you said, kissing his palm, which was still holding your face gently, “But never say something like this to me again. I’d never cheat on you, not in a million chances. You’re my everything.”

“And you’re mine. We’ve got to figure out a way to see each other more, even when I’m touring and you’re working. I can’t go a day without you, without missing your beautiful face.”

You smiled softly, leaning down and he took the invitation to press a gentle, closed- mouthed kiss to your lips, a promise you understood, you accepted.

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lmk what you think<3 haven’t written in a while so i’m a bit rusty! i’m also working on a larger project that should hopefully be up in a few weeks. until then i’ll try my luck with smaller blurbs and one shots. enjoy!<3