#i think harry was just happy to get through that one alive lol
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alarrytale · 11 months ago
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Hi Marte! What do you think Harry really meant when he said ‘loud loud loud’ and do you think Louis was confused about his answer and expected to hear smth different?
Hi, anon!
No, i think Harry was like this:
H: "Oh, fuck. Quick, try to think of some of Louis' characteristics that don't reveal i'm head over heels for him. Shit, what are some neutral terms to describe him...".
*Meanwhile Harry's brain*
...beautiful, kind, lovely, handsome, generous, sexy, father of my future children, golden, loud laugh....
H: LOUD.
"Good, that's one. I need two more..."
...sinful arse, sweet creature, caring, rugged, husband material, loud personality...
H: ...LOUD
"Oh, i already said that, hurry i need one more.."
...admirable, flamboyant, brave, kissable, eyelashes to die for, soft, loud in bed...
H: ...AND LOUD.
"Phew.."
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sylveon-and-velveon · 9 months ago
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Oh God can we please see what the slashers would do if you played 'Hopelessly Devoted To You' from Grease? Just in time for Valentines Day đŸ„șđŸ„șđŸ„ș
Happy Valentine's Day everyone! For couples and singles {like me lol}
OMG yes! I loved watching Grease as a kid!! AFTER MAKING THIS: Should say somehow half of these became "love language" responses- I follow you, hol' up
This will include: Michael Myers {OG & RZ}, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees, Billy Lenz, Freddy Krueger, Stu Macher, Billy Loomis, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Harry Warden, Tiffany Valentine
Feel free to request any shitpost writing prompt ideas you can think of in my asks, I love silly non-serious ideas XD We besties if you give me Cupcakke remixes-
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OG Michael Myers
It's giving lovesick, it's giving obsessed, it's giving "I'm not leaving you"
Well for Michael anyway-
He'd probably take the song a little too seriously, and think you're never gonna ever leave him.
He's never been the best at romance
Blame where he was "raised" for over a decade-
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RZ Michael Myers
Just as much in the "never been good with romance" department
But hey, the music isn't loud and obnoxious so he doesn't mind as much to the music you're playing
Especially since it's not as vulgar like.... last time you played music around him
You music player lives to see another day!!
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Brahms Heelshire
He sees it as a love language, that you're using music to properly show your love for him without feeling uncomfortable throughout it all
Yep, that's my new headcannon now. His love language is through music. Especially with pianos
He hears you playing that? Oh his heart is MELTING right then there!! He's gonna be giving you cuddles for DAYS after hearing that
Someone make this love language canon please-
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Jason Voorhees
Imagine if his mom used to listen to this song?
Bringing him memories. Bittersweet ones probably
Unless you headcannon his mom's still alive, then just sweet
Unless you have a sad headcannon about his mom then you fucked either way mate TvT
But anyway, it brings him memories and he's enjoying the music with you
I kinda went on a Pamela rant there- XD
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Billy Lenz
A little confused but he got the spirit
He ain't understanding a lot of it until he hears iconic line from the song
Then he running over to you and is NEVER letting you go
But he still confused
But he trying TvT
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Freddy Kreuger
Okay.... here me out:
Yeah the dude will be ridiculous with goofy ass music
But with romantic related songs?
...
So you know how he has one hand that isn't covered with the glove?
And no, you're not getting anymore context to my thought process-
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Stu Macher & Billy Loomis
Short and sweet, they'd both love it
Billy's calm about it, while Stu is just like a big doggy. Oh- he is SO happy!!
Billy ain't gonna stop him, it's a good song. And it makes the both of you happy
What's to complain?
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Thomas Hewitt
Takes him a few seconds to understand the implications of this song but when he does he's gonna give you a big ass hug
Bone crushing? Probably-
It's Thomas, he'd probably accidently do it-
But he still loves you
Even if he accidently puts you in a wheelchair
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Bubba Sawyer
Yeah you gotta explain the song, poor guy highly wouldn't understand the meaning
Or he would... but BARELY-
You gotta explain what the song's about, when he finally does understand he's gonna be so in love with you.
And the song
Like a little confession song... weird choice for a confession song. But you do you-
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Harry Warden
A little old fashioned but he understands the song is romantic-esc
He'd vibe to song, bounce his head along to the beat a little
Tap his feet to beat as well, maybe change back and forth between the two
He's never watched the movie before but now the song makes him want to watch the movie
Specifically with you ^^
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Tiffany Valentine
She's watched the movie, but she doesn't wanna admit it
But the second, THE SECOND, she hears you playing that song
Ohhhhhhhhhhh you two are singing that song together with no shame
It's her guilty pleasure song, but knowing that you listen to this song now makes her more confident!
Hell yeah!!!
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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 9 months ago
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A Twist of Fate - The End**
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IT'S FINALLY DONE! I hope you guys like this final part of the A Twist of Fate series
Warnings: mentions of drug and alcohol, mental health/therapy themes, coming out as poly conversation, fingering, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex.
WC: 25.5K
There's a playlist for this one!
When you woke up the following morning your head hurt and your body felt sore. You knew you were dancing a lot and moving in ways that your body was not accustomed to. Moreover, you were reminded of why you’d decided to stop drinking when you went out. You laid in bed in silence for several minutes, recapping all of the events from the party, and your stomach turned again as you envisioned the disillusioned look in Taylor’s eyes when she saw you coming into the bathroom.
She wasn’t mean or rude to you in any way, but a lot things flashed through your mind that made you react the way you had. The song a few months ago, the momentary lapse in your character that made you judge her when she and Harry were on vacation, and the kiss. You genuinely hadn’t felt all that bad about the kiss with Harry before, it had been a lapse in judgement, a mistake
 that was until you were standing in front of her. You remembered how much you’d been fantasizing about kissing him again and apparently he felt the same way. It just felt like too many things to hold in, so they came out however they could. You were dying to apologize for ruining their evening, but you knew that speaking to either of them would cause more harm than good.
Your phone dinging with a text made you exhale. So you got a good stretch in, hearing a couple little cracks as you reached your limit and held it before relaxing and sitting up. You opened your phone and smiled when you saw Ricky’s text.
Ricky:
Hey:) Did you make it out alive? 
You had been seeing Ricky casually. It was quite an unexpected but almost obvious pairing. You’d spent a lot of time together now that you were back in the studio and you had also developed a friendship after working together for a couple years now. But after helping his sister out is when you starting hanging out more. One night when he was dropping you off after you guys had seen Provoker you just had this tense moment and he kissed you and you kissed back and well, now you’d been hooking up for a little over a month. 
Y/N: 
I did! Barely, but still haha
Ricky: 
But still:) When are you back?
Y/N:
Tuesday morning. Why
?
Ricky:
We should do something.
Y/N:
Yeah, that sounds nice. Maybe we can go to Venice? Grab some brunch and get high on the beach.
Ricky:
I think I might have to break our no romantic feelings rule over that.
You giggled as you read his reply and before you could respond a few knocks on the door startled you.
“Come in!” You called out.
“You’re up already?” Caitlyn asked with a smile and you nodded as she came over and climbed into the empty side of the bed. “How’d you sleep?”
“I should be asking you. The couch wasn’t too bad?” 
“It was alright. Better than being the audience to your tears all night.” She teased and you chuckled.
“Well, I didn’t really cry last night any more. I think it was just all really overwhelming in the moment.” You said and she nodded.
“Good. So you’re feeling OK? No bad crash?” She asked and you shook your head.
“I mean, I do feel a little down, but I don’t think it has anything to do with the molly
” you said and she hummed. “I’m just not happy with-” you paused and turned your attention back to you phone when it dinged in your hands and saw Ricky’s message.
Ricky:
I’m sorry. Did I make it weird?
Y/N:
No, not at all! Sorry, Cait just came in to check on me:)
Ricky:
Okay, thank fuck haha
Ricky:
Well I’ll let you go, I actually have to work out now so

Y/N:
Stoooop, you do not lol It’s the worst, so I wouldn’t hold it against you if you didn’t.
Ricky:
Okay. I’ll just pretend not to know anything about your track history lol
Y/N:
Yeah, do that. I’ll text you later:)
Ricky:
Sounds good! 
“Look at you, all smiley after you said you’re a little down
” Caitlyn pointed out and you chuckled.
“It’s just Ricky.” You explained.
“Ah, still riding that
hmmm.” she hummed and you chuckled.
“God, so crass
” 
“I know.” She grinned and then your smile dropped as you recalled the previous topic at hand.
“I just feel really bad for yesterday. I hope I didn’t cause too big of a fuss with Harry and Taylor. I’m sure my reaction made me seem guilty of what she assumed.” You sighed, already overthinking it all over again. You’d replayed the scenario over and over at least a solid thousand times in the shower last night.
“Oh, they’ll be fine.” Caitlyn scoffed through a laugh, “You did the right thing in trying to avoid him. Who cares what she took the whole puking thing as. Hopefully she is able to believe Harry that you weren’t together and if she doesn’t well, that’s her issue, not yours.” She advised and you nodded.
“Right.” You smiled a bit.
“Well, what should we do today? Have breakfast and go for a little walk? Help wear off any hangover symptoms?”
“Yeah, that actually sounds good.”
“OK.” She smiled and got out of the bed, “I should shower first. S’gonna be a long one after the night we had.” She mumbled and you nodded.
“Oh yeah, please. Take your time.” You insisted.
**************
HARRY’S POV:
Harry hardly slept a wink. He hadn’t been able to reach anyone to stay with at the last minute and all the hotels he knew he could safely stay at were booked out, so he stayed on the couch in the suite. The couch was far too firm for his liking, but he still laid down there and just thought. He thought and thought for hours and hours if all of this had been worth it. He didn’t have Taylor and he didn’t have you. He felt heartbroken but he knew that this was the best outcome. He clearly couldn’t make up for the past, at least not in Taylor’s eyes. And it was better that they end things than for him to keep trying to meet an impossible expectation. Taylor wanted him to stop loving you, it was genuinely an impossible request. And settling deep in some crevice somewhere beneath all the hurt he recognized the feeling of relief. 
He tried his best to figure out what the relief was about, but he kept coming back to the same thing, he was relieved that the relationship was over. He felt wrong for having that thought. It was uncomfortable to have that knowledge and to just sit with it. But he processed through the discomfort and soon concluded that just how Taylor said she didn’t like herself anymore, neither did he. He was afraid to say or do the wrong thing and then be back in a weird limbo thing where she’d leave his place for a few days to clear her head and then come back a few days later with another condition he needed to meet to make things “work”. She was never unreasonable, but he was tired. He felt like he was fighting against who he was and he hated it. His mum always told him that he should be with someone who loves and accepts who he is and that he shouldn’t have to change fundamental parts of himself for the sake of making someone else happy.
He checked the time, it was only 7am and he dreaded being an early riser right now when he needed the rest. He just lay there quietly for a while, he could hear her moving around in the bedroom, she was probably packing up, their flight left that night. He had no idea what her plans were. Eventually, he really needed to use the bathroom and wanted a shower so he sat up and stretched his arms back behind his head and arched his back up, the low crack of his back releasing its tension made him hum before he stood. He knocked at the door gently with his index finger.
“Yeah?”
“I need a wee. And a shower.” He said. Moments later the lock clicked and she opened the door.
“Morning.”
“Good morning.” He murmured.
“You alright?” She asked.
“Yeah, I think so.” He said, “And you?”
“Good too. I don’t
regret it. Or take it back if that’s what you’re asking.” She said and he nodded, “Ummm, well go ahead and get in there.” She said.
“Tay?”
“Yeah?” She asked, eyes meeting his.
“We should talk logistics after. Don’t scamper off, alright?” He asked and she nodded.
“Yeah, ummm, should I order up?”
“Yeah, I’ll have whatever you have.”
“Kay.” She hummed.
When Harry got out their breakfast was being delivered. So he got dressed quickly and then headed out to the little table out in the lounging area of their suite. The spread looked good and he soon sat down and started eating. It was tense and quiet for a bit before he spoke up.
“So ummm
are you going to come back to London with me or take some time away?” He asked.
“Ummm, I think I’m gonna stay here. Just ummm
get a bit of space.”
“Yeah, that’s alright. Ummm, obviously, I can take care of this for you-”
“No, it’s alright. I mean
I broke up with you, if anything I should pay for you andïżœïżœsoothe your broken heart.” She said with a small smile and he chuckled.
“I might not seem like it but I am upset. It just doesn’t feel real yet.” He explained and she offered a tight-lipped smiled.
“It’s alright, I know what you mean.” She mumbled before they ate a bit more. “So ummm, are you gonna go after her? Y/N?”
“Ummm, we had this deal where we’d see where fate led us, so no.” he said and she sighed.
“All that for you not to go after what you really want?”
“It’s not like that. I really wanted things to work with you too, like I love you and I care about you-”
“Sure, but the whole time you’ve loved her. So you should go be with her.” She said, as if it were the obvious next move. He still didn’t think that she was fully understanding what was really going on inside of him.
“I mean, it’s not that simple
” 
“Sure it is, Harry.” She sighed, “You’ve been pining after her all these years. I mean, I know that things didn’t work out how you wanted the first time and that letting go really hurt you. But I think you’ve been running from what you really want for long enough, H. I know you’re scared that you’ll put yourself out there and it won’t work again, but you have to take the risk.”
“I will, just
when the time is right.” He said and she nodded.
After she packed the last of her things she headed off to somewhere he didn’t know and that was that.
****************
You had just finished breakfast and Caitlyn had just hopped in the shower and you were trying to figure out what to wear out. You had two options laid out on the bed when Caitlyn’s phone started ringing from the bedside table and you hurried over and froze as you saw “Harry Styles, mobile” displayed on the glass screen. There was a wacky picture of him making a funny, irritated face in the background. It made you smile for a moment before you wondered why he’d be calling. Maybe something was wrong? You decided to deal with the consequences later and just answer it. 
“Hello?” You greeted tentatively. Your voice faded into a breathless whisper by the second syllable of the word as the uncertainty of your decision grew.
“Y/N?” He asked, almost in disbelief and you nodded and then remembered you weren’t in front of him and inhaled sharply.
“Yeah, it’s me.” You responded and smiled when you heard him sigh in relief and then chuckle.
“Hi!” He greeted cheerfully.
“Hi.” You laughed breathily and then waited for his response.
“Ummm, I was only calling to check on you actually.” He said.
“Oh, that’s sweet of you.”
“Well, I heard through the grapevine that you got a little sick.” He chuckled and you giggled.
“Yeah, that happened
” you said and he hummed, “I’m alright, I just got overwhelmed because I was drinking and also I
did drugs. I don’t think I would’ve had such a theatrical reaction otherwise.” You explained.
“Well either way, I’m glad you’re feeling better.”
“Thank you. And how are you? I was worried that I maybe
 caused some
tension between you and Taylor last night.” You said carefully.
“Yeah, I’m
alright.” He said, face twisted up a bit awkwardly.
“Why did you say it weird?” You asked and he chuckled.
“Did I?”
“I know you
” you said knowingly and he smiled to himself.
“I’m just so happy to hear your voice again. I missed the sound.” He expressed and you felt your cheeks getting all warm as you blushed.
“I’ve missed you too. A lot.” You responded. “So, how are you? Really.” You asked again. Harry was great at deflecting. But if something was wrong with them and you had unintentionally caused it, then the least you could do was talk it out with him.
“I swear, I am fine, but ummm
Taylor actually
broke up with me.” He said and you gasped audibly.
“Oh my god
” you sighed regretfully, already feeling awful and guilty for their demise, “I’m so sorry, H. So truly sorry. Are you sure you’re alright?” You asked and he sighed, “Was it because of me?” You asked next, your voice was small and quiet.
“Oh no, get that out of your head. Not at all.” He responded immediately, “It wasn’t you. This was all me
” he said and you sighed, “But I promise I’m good. Well at least right now I am
” he said.
“Well, when you don’t feel good you can call me, you know?” You said and he chuckled.
“Actually I can’t
I haven’t got your number any more.” He confessed and you scoffed.
“Oh
Okay
” you hummed in playful offense.
“I assure you it wasn’t my idea.” He added with a chuckle, “But I mean, deleting it didn’t really do what it was intended to, which was get me to forget about you, so
” He chuckled.
“I mean
” you hummed and giggled.
“Well ummm
I’m glad you’re alright.”
“Thanks. When are you heading home?”
“Tonight. I leave at 10.”
“Oh ummm
if you wanted some company we’re gonna go for a walk in the park?” You offered.
“Really?”
“Yeah, H.”
“Yeah, I’d love to come. Ummm, I’m staying at The Mark, so right near the park.”
“Oh, we’re at the Carlyle! Just down the street from you. We can walk over and meet you in the lobby?”
“Yeah, that’s perfect. Text me when you guys are walking over.”
“Will do.” You smiled.
“Alright, see you later. Bye.”
“Bye.”
When Caitlyn came out of the shower you immediately told her what you’d done and that Harry and Taylor had broken up. She was completely shocked that something as seemingly insignificant as running into you in the bathroom had been the thing that pushed Taylor over the edge.
“Wow
”
“I know. He said it wasn’t my fault but
I mean it all goes to shit after I had a wee run in with Taylor in the bathroom?”
“Yeah
I just can’t believe that is what broke the camel’s back. Like, it must’ve been quite bad between them if that’s all it took, you know?”
“Yeah
like I feel like it’s kind of my fault, but I also know I didn’t do anything, you know? But God, just seeing the joy drain from her face when she realized it was me
that sucked.”
“I can imagine. But hey, now you’re both single, maybe you guys can try again now.”
“Maybe
but he really loved her so I think he will need some time to get past this.”
“Just don’t wait too long. With both of you griping at me I don’t know what to do anymore.” She chuckled and you smiled.
“Yeah
”
***************
You and Caitlyn were waiting in the lobby at The Mark and after a few minutes Harry was wandering down looking cozy in a hoodie and some workout shorts. He smiled and waved when he saw you guys. You and Caitlyn waved back as he came closer.
“Hiya.” He said lowly as he hugged Caitlyn.
“Hey.” She hummed and then they pulled back.
“Hi.” He said more timidly as he stepped over to you and hugged you into his body. You relaxed in his hold and sighed in relief.
“Hi. It’s so good to see you.” You smiled as you pulled back.
“You too.” He grinned, “Umm, shall we?”
“Yeah, let’s go.” Caitlyn agreed.
You were all chatting, recounting your adventures from the MET as you made your walk through the park. Then, Caitlyn would take you guys to a coffee shop she really liked. It was relaxed, though as you got deeper through the park a couple of people did notice you guys and two girls started following you guys for a bit until you were veering too far from their path. You were all linked arms and skipping as you playfully sung the “We’re Off to See the Wizard” song from “The Wizard of Oz” through your laughter.
“Okay friends, ready for a little caffeine boost?” Caitlyn asked.
“Definitely.” Harry chuckled and then you guys started heading back. 
While waiting in line at the coffee shop and chatting with Caitlyn about what you guys should try, you and Harry had to respectfully decline getting pictures and videos with fans to avoid making a huge fuss. But nevertheless, it was obvious that people were recording from afar or taking pictures without your consent. He didn’t seem as nervous or fearful about it as he did when you two dated, so at least there was that. He felt far more confident and comfortable declining these requests now. Before he felt a little bit obligated, as did you, because if it weren’t for these people’s support you wouldn’t be where you were. 
You did a lot of work on boundaries in therapy and now you thought of it as being on and off the clock. If you were at an event or on a stage or out in public repping a certain brand or product even if you were with friends then you were “on the clock”. But if you were just hanging out with your friends, running errands, going about your day
then you considered yourself to be “off the clock” and during these moments, depending on where you were or who you were with, you might accept or decline the requests fans made of you. Now, after what Harry had been dealing with since the night (or early morning technically) you didn’t really want anyone getting too close and you could see the gratitude in his eyes when you turned away yet another fan who was gazing between the two of you and deciding that you might be the easiest target. 
“You’ve gotten really good at this.” Harry hummed lowly as he leaned closer to you and you giggled as his lips slightly tickled your ear.
“Thanks. Therapy.” You said as you glanced up at him and he hummed.
“Not cause of me, right?” He asked quietly.
“Not primarily, but you came up.” You confirmed and he smiled.
“I talked about you too. A lot.” He chuckled and you smiled.
“All good things I hope
”
“Oh yeah
definitely.” He said sarcastically and you laughed and you moved to elbow him playfully but he caught your arm first and just pulled your body in front of his. “Had to overpower you to prevent any violence.” He said quietly and you laughed and tossed your head back to rest on his shoulder and he glanced down at you.
“You have boogies.” You grinned as you informed him quietly and he furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed.
“No I don’t.” He sniffled and ran his finger under his nose just in case and you laughed and turned around to face him again now that his dominant hand was occupied. “Do I really?” He asked you quietly and you sniggered and shook your head.
“No, just messing with you.” You assured him as you laughed and he rolled his eyes before suddenly grabbing your arms and pulling you in and then pulling your arms around his torso.
“Hug me.” He requested softly and you swore the entire world stopped just then and you smiled as you leaned into him and hugged him tight before he squeezed around your waist and exhaled. You gently scratched over the expanse of his back for a few moments, “Now when I google us this’ll come up.” He said softly.
“Hmmm, very clever.” You smiled, “Love it.” You decided and he chuckled.
“Okay, stop flirting and decide on your drinks, we’re next in line.” Caitlyn said.
“Ready?” You asked softly.
“No.” Harry mumbled, “But do it. Just do it.” You sighed and let go of him and you looked up at him with a gentle smile as you rubbed over his shoulder.
“Oh, I missed you.” You said and he grinned and you turned around as you heard Caitlyn start ordering her drink.
“Please don’t check ‘em out, I’ve got them covered.” Harry called to the cashier who nodded and smiled at him. Soon after you were all corned up near the pick up counter chatting, including Caitlyn in it a lot more now that you and Harry had been able to just relish in each other’s company for a little bit.
“Order for Harry!” The barista called and Harry walked up and grabbed the drinks, smiling at the barista and mumbling a thanks before going the few steps over to you guys and handing over your drinks. 
Caitlyn had gotten a matcha latte while you and Harry opted for plain cold brews. Once again, you guys took off but this time back to your hotels with your drinks in hand to beat the warmth of the day. You guys were talking about your favorite looks of the night as you made the walk back and when you were down the street he turned to you guys.
“Ummm, would you guys want to come up for a bit? I don’t have to leave until 8 from here?” He asked, “We could have dinner?” He asked you two and Caitlyn shrugged.
“Yeah, I’m down.” She smiled and you turned to Harry and nodded in agreement. 
After being seen leaving earlier, there were people waiting around for him outside the hotel but you guys rushed in quickly and then headed up to his suite. You headed off to the bathroom while Caitlyn and Harry picked something to watch. You looked yourself over in the mirror and you were glad that you looked alright, you felt a little weird from your slight hangover still, bit you were glad you didn’t look dead. When you opened up the door Caitlyn was sitting on the bed waiting for you to get out so she could go in.
“S’all yours.” You smiled as you stepped out.
“Behave.” She admonished and you giggled and headed back out to the little “living room” area to see Harry still scrolling through the channels on the TV with a little furrow in his brow and a slight squint to his eyes and you smiled.
“Where are you glasses?”
“I lost ‘em a bit ago.” He said glancing over to you before you plopped down beside him.
“Oh H
”
“I know. Haven’t been able to secure an appointment.” He said and you hummed. 
“You feeling OK though?” You asked more seriously and he nodded.
“Yeah
like it sucks, but you guys are good company. I’m sure I’ll feel it when I’m on my own though.”
“Well I think that’s great, H.” You said and he looked at you a bit perplexed, “I mean that you have to feel this out. I know that you really love her and that this can’t be easy for you, so you have to sit with it a bit and just go through the motions of it all.” You explained.
“And what about us? Didn’t we agree that-”
“Technically you said a few years from now
” you said with a soft smile.
“Well I’ll be 30-something by then
”
“So will I
” you shrugged and he smiled a bit sadly.
“Have you
changed your mind?” He asked you cautiously. He was trying not to look broken up about it, but you knew him well and you could see the fear and concern in his eyes.
“I’m not saying that. I’m saying you need to be single for a little bit. More than two months.” You said and he chuckled, “Seriously Harry, when we ended you had a new girlfriend a few months later. And then when that ended you were suddenly with Taylor, no?” You asked and he chuckled.
“Yeah, I did kinda rush into this last few more than usual
it just felt really right at the time and we vibed well. I knew I’d be off for a bit so it felt like good time to try.” He explained with a shrug. “Taylor actually started talking to me before I was single, so we were friends for a bit so it’s not like I just dated someone I hardly knew.” He defended and you giggled along with him.
“Yeah, I joke a bit. But I mean, as long as you don’t regret the time you’ve spent and as long as you’ve learned and grown from these people and your relationships with them I think that’s great. But I think we both know that filling the void is simply a bandaid.” You explained.
“I know
” he sighed, “I really am just so scared of being alone.”
“Well H, you’re never going to be alone. I’m here whenever you need anything.” You assured and he glanced to you with a smile, “I know that maybe it was just
scary to talk and be around each other before, but I mean once we did see each other it didn’t
hurt. Not at all. It actually brought me
relief that
nothing had really changed between us.” You said to him and he hummed and nodded.
“Yeah.” He smiled, “You know I was genuinely dreading the day I’d run into you. I think I also thought it would be painful or feel like defeat or failure
 it did fuck me up a bit but in a good way.” He assured and you chuckled.
“Yeah, same
” you smiled, “Well, all that to say that I love you, a lot! And I’ll always be here for you no matter what happens with us. I don’t want us to be estranged ever again. Got it?”
“Yeah.” He nodded with a relieved smile, “You know, I think you’re right though
”
“Of course I am.” You said, “About what?” He chuckled.
“That I need to just take a little bit of time to really just get through this and then we can think of everything else.”
“Right.” You smiled. 
You guys fell silent for a bit and then you heard that Caitlyn was actually on the phone in the bedroom. When you glanced back there the door was nearly closed all the way and you sighed as you glanced down at your hands.
“How about you? How’ve you been?” He asked.
“Good.” You nodded, “I mean, Seb was relentless for a bit, but a few weeks ago he just stopped trying to win me back. I mean, I don’t think what he wants is awful, but I don’t see myself changing that much of myself just to fit the kind of person he wants.”
“Yeah.” Harry nodded in understanding. “Like I don’t think that’s a bad thing either, but it’s just the way he expects it to rest on you that’s a little
antiquated.” He chuckled and you nodded.
“Right, like don’t tell it to me like it’s my job because I’m a female. That’s where it really upset me. Like if you have a life together and you share a home and have a family it’s both of yours to look after!”
“I agree.” He chuckled, “You know, I still don’t know how to change a tire.” He chuckled and you smiled.
“I don’t think you’ll ever need to know anyway.” You teased and he sniggered. He repositioned himself so that he was facing you now and you glanced over at him. “What?” You questioned and he smiled.
“I’m really happy that you’re here.” He said softly.
“Me too.” You assured and then he pulled you into his arms and hugged you tight. He sighed in relief as he rested his cheek over the top of your head. As you exhaled your body melted into his even more until he just left himself fall back against the arm of the couch.
“You know, when we were together, I genuinely thought you were the best person I’d ever met. And like even now, it’s like you’re still the same person but just elevated, if that makes sense?” He asked and you hummed, “I want to experience you as you are now. I really love what I’ve seen. Your self control, your patience, and your self awareness, I really enjoy seeing you this way. I think when we were younger you kind of
looked to me a lot to gauge how you should feel about things
like not that you were just agreeing with me, but that my views and perception of things mattered a lot and influenced yours a lot.” He explained and you hummed.
“Yeah, that’s very true. I think you just had so much more experience in the world and I agreed with mostly everything you cared about and so I definitely tried to learn things from you and let those things influence me a lot.” 
“Well not anymore
” he smiled, “I mean, I think values-wise we’ll always be on the same page, but now you’ve grown into it on your own. Like, you took all this time to just look after yourself and understand yourself and I’m just so proud of who you’ve become. And I want to
get to that point. I want to get to a point where you are proud of me.” He said.
“Oh, I am!” You said as you set up and turned to face him again, “I think you’ve come such a long way, H. And I think you know who you are now and it’s so refreshing to see it. I think you’ve overcome your need to people please and also your fear of what people think of you and what you do. Before, the way you were perceived was almost the most important thing to you.”
“Yeah.” He agreed.
“Like over the last couple years, seeing you out and about with your friends, your partners, or whatever it be, I mean, I love it! You’ve started choosing the things and people that make you happy regardless of what other people think and I love that for you so, so much. I’ve just always wanted for you to feel happy with yourself.” You said as you reached for and then squeezed his hand in yours. He glanced down at it and smiled.
“I do, I really do.” He assured you. “You know, I just can’t help but get excited when I think about how things will be with us when we try again. It’s going to be so good
we’ve both grown up so much and really taken care of ourselves. I think I might have a bit of catching up to do with you
” he chuckled, “But I’m going to work hard at it for myself and for us too.” He said and you smiled.
“Well just know that I’ve loved every version of you so far because you’ve always been good to me. But it’s really important to me that you feel happy with yourself and clearly that’s something you’re getting more and more in tune with and it’s very beautiful to witness.” You said.
“Ummm, thank you.” He said with a timid smile as you ran your thumb over his knuckles.
“Yeah, of course.” You replied. And before anything more could happen Caitlyn came out of the bedroom and let out an exasperated sigh. “Is everything alright?” You asked her as you both watched her come around.
“A writing session got moved up for a show I’m working on and I’ll need to be back in LA tomorrow afternoon.” She groaned as she plopped down on the couch. “I found a flight, a red eye though.” She said and you hummed.
“Well I’ll go back too, don’t want to be here by myself.” You said and she nodded.
“OK, let me get them then.”
“OK, I’ll Zelle you right now, just let me know how much they are.” You said and she nodded.
“We need to pack.”
“Yeah
” you sighed.
“You guys can go if you want. Please don’t feel obligated to hang around here.” Harry said.
“What if we help you finish your packing and then you can come with us and we can pack while we have dinner and then you go from there?” Caitlyn suggested.
“Ummm yeah, I’d love that actually.” He said.
“Settled then.” You smiled at him and he returned a brighter smile, “Let’s do it!” You said and he guided you guys to the bedroom and got his things together. 
He only had a carry on as he was only there for a few days so this didn’t take too long. You guys ordered an Uber while Harry checked out and then you all headed back to your hotel. Caitlyn did her own packing as she didn’t want Harry seeing her intimates and such, so he stuck to helping you. Not that he had seen any of your new stuff, but at least he’d been in that position before. Since you guys were going to be there for a week total you guys unpacked your things into the dressers and closet, so currently all your things were laid out on the floor while Caitlyn’s were on the large bed you had shared over the last several days.
“So you guys shared?” Harry asked as he folded up some of your jeans.
“Yep. Though I don’t think we will ever again-”
“Oh my god
I shoved you one night.” Caitlyn said as you started to laugh and Harry did too.
“One night’s enough trauma.” You said and she scoffed.
“Do you kick?” Harry asked.
“No, I think I maybe had a very vivid dream because I’m usually a very still.” She explained, “Though you are a cuddler. Maybe I was trying to get away from you.” She said to you and you giggled.
“Maybe
it’s just when I sleep in unfamiliar spaces.” You explained and Harry smiled at you.
“Still? With how much you’re on the road for tours and shit?” He asked and you shrugged, “S’cute.” He assured you softly as he continued folding one of your tops.
“It’s not.” Caitlyn said to you with a grin and you just stuck your tongue out at her and she chuckled.
After a bit you guys ordered in some grilled cheese sandwiches because it’s just a lovely comfort food. With Harry there and some stimulating conversation you guys finished packing quite fast, but now you had to go down to reception and sort out the early check out. Harry offered to go with you but you assured him it was fine, you didn’t want him to get flocked in the lobby and then you hurried out promising to be back soon.
“So
what’s up with you two?” Caitlyn asked Harry when you left.
“She wants me to stay single for a while and properly move past this. I mean, she’s right of course, but it’s just something I struggle with.” He admitted, “But she said I can count on her if I need anything.” He said of you.
“Yeah, of course. And me too! You have so many friends out in LA who would more than gladly lend an ear since we don’t see you as much anymore.” She explained and he smiled.
“Well thank you. I will definitely take advantage of that. And like
I do want to work on myself a bit more
maybe I can head out there for a bit and get some face time with my therapist. We talk on the phone or do virtual stuff sometimes, but I think I could use some in person intensive work. We haven’t spoken in maybe
close to a year.” He explained with a chuckle.
“Well yeah, if it’ll be beneficial to you, do it.” She encouraged him.
“Ummm, I hate to do this to you but ummm
I saw Y/N texting someone quite a bit while we were down here
is she seeing someone?” He asked, “Or maybe I should just ask her
yeah, I’ll just ask her.” He said instead and Caitlyn chuckled.
“Alright.” She smiled. Shortly after you came back into the room and told Caitlyn everything was good to go for your earlier departure. “Excellent.” She said to you, “Well, now that we’re all packed I’m going to smoke my joint on the balcony, I want this to be the greatest grilled cheese I’ve eaten in a long time.” She said as she stood from the bed and stretched. “Do you guys want some?” She asked glancing to them and then giving Harry a knowing glance.
“No, I’m alright.” Harry said.
“Same.” You assured her and she smiled and then made her way out of the bedroom and into the common area of your shared suite and after a few moments you guys heard the door shut behind her. 
“You still don’t smoke?”
“I’ve tried, I just can’t. It burns so bad.” You grimaced and he chuckled.
“S’not good for us anyway
” he said and you nodded, “Ummm
can I ask you something?” 
“Yeah, of course.” You nodded and waited for him to speak up expectantly.
“That umm
the guy you keep texting? Are you- is he-”
“Oh no. No, no, no.” you said to him right away, “Well
we are
ummm, hooking up, but he’s just a friend.” You explained and he nodded.
“Oh okay. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t like
coming on so strong just for you to be
taken again.”
“I’m not the one who moves lightening fast here
” you teased and he chuckled and bit down on his lip to suppress the laughter he wanted to let out, “Come on
you know it was funny.” You pressed as you giggled.
“Yeah, real fucking funny.” He grinned and you chuckled as you stood up from the floor, “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere, just up here. I wanna pick a really funny movie because I really like it when she gets all giggly.” You explained to Harry and he laughed as he also pushed himself up off the ground and joined you on the large king bed. You glanced down at the remote with about a bajillion buttons and scoffed as you tried to find the one that would bring up the list of the scheduled programming.
“Need some help?”
“I can do it.” You assured as you pressed yet another wrong button, “Doesn’t it usually say guide?” You asked and he chuckled.
“Yeah? Does it not?”
“No
” you hummed, “Here.” You said handing it over and he scanned over his options before just trying “menu” and hoping that would take him somewhere useful but nothing happened, “I think we’re on the menu page.” You said to him and he furrowed his eyebrows.
“Should we call the front desk?”
“Oh no, that’s humiliating. I think we can just press every button until we find it.” You sniggered and he handed it back over.
“You do it then.” 
“Gladly.” You hummed and started going button by button, after a few tries you gasped and you got it. “Oh! Hooray!” You exclaimed and he just watched you light up at such a tiny thing and it made his heart flutter at just how cute you were. That’s one thing he missed so much about you. You made such a big fuss over things, truly anything was an excuse to celebrate and be joyful. He missed being around that, there truly wasn’t a victory too small for you. Harry studied your face as you looked through the channels listed on the screen. “You’re staring.” You smiled without peeling your eyes from the screen.
“I know.” He responded and you glanced over to him to find him just admiring you. “You’re just so breathtaking.” he said softly. It made your heart flutter and for your tummy to feel all tingly as his gaze raked down your face and then landed on your lips. You had to look away because you swore your throat was closing up from how nervous you were. But when his hand landed under your jaw and angled you back up to look into his eyes you swallowed thickly.
“Har
” you whispered and squeezed your eyes shut.
“No, baby. Look at me. Please.” He insisted and you blinked your eyes open to look at him again with a racing pulse as he inched closer to you. Your noses touched and you lingered near each other nervously, eyes flickering between each others as your lips skimmed together as your breaths started getting heavier. Both of you were hoping one of you would be brave enough to bite the bullet or to just break it off. But preferably to follow through with the kiss.
“Fuck it.” You whispered before surging up to properly connect your lips. The first kiss was just a quick one, a tester almost since you both just looked at each other for a moment.
“One more.” He mumbled and you nodded before he leaned back in and held your neck gently as he kissed you deeper this time. But that kiss inevitably became a string of smiley pecks as you two tried to pull away. “Just one more then.” He smiled and you laughed a bit as he kissed over your top lip and then your bottom lip before he pulled back and your eyes met again. They were both sparkling with need and before you knew it your arms were around his neck and he was settling himself over you as your head sank into the fluffy pillow beneath you . Harry’s warm smooth lips moved in a perfectly synchronized and familiar dance with your own as you kissed ardently.
You moaned as he rolled you onto your sides and his arm draped over your hip and then slid under your shirt. His fingers tickled up your bare back before his hand flattened right beneath the band of your bra and pushed you closer to him. His thigh was trapped between your legs, allowing just a bit of friction for you. Your tongues slid together before he sucked on your bottom lip and then went back in to kiss you properly. Just as things were about to get a bit more heated you heard some heavy knocks on the door along with the room service call. 
“Mmm
need to get the food.” You mumbled against his mouth.
“In a second.” He hummed before licking into you again and you shuddered and moaned into his mouth at his intensity and fell back into the languid kiss. You were buzzing with excitement as he started to peck your lips a few times before slowly retreating until finally, you were both just panting heavily as you regained your breaths. “Okay, go.” He hummed softly with a smile.
“One more.” You whispered to him and he grinned and grabbed your face before pecking over your lips several times until you were both giggling through it, no amount of kisses were enough for either of you.
“Just leave or I won’t be able to stop.” He mumbled and you laughed, tossing your head back which caused him to kiss your chin. When you straightened up again he ran his thumb down your smile line, “Mmmm, I’ve missed your laugh. And your lips, and how you taste, and how you kiss me
” he muttered between gentle smooches. “It’s just not like this with anyone else.” He mumbled and you pressed your forehead against his.
“It’s really not.” You agreed, “Okay, let me get the food. And Caitlyn.” You said and he nodded before kissing the tip of your nose and letting you go. You rolled out of the bed and then hurried to get the door to wheel in your tray of food and then you went to grab Caitlyn who was already quite stoned. “Come to bed, we’re gonna watch a movie or something.”
“Kay.” She mumbled and followed you into the bedroom as you pushed the little cart in.
Harry rolled out of the bed and grabbed his sandwich before hopping back on and then you grabbed yours and got on the bed next. Caitlyn stayed standing as she picked at the fries on her plate.
“Get on.” You giggled and she sniggered.
“Oh right, right
” she hummed and got in behind you. “What’re we watching?” She asked as she leaned against the headboard.
“Oh, we’re watching Derry Girls. This thing has Netflix.” Harry said as he searched it up.
“How convenient that you know how it works now.” You said to him as he pointed the remote at the TV.
“Oh no, I just pressed something by mistake as I adjusted myself a bit.” He chuckled, “Well m-my position! I adjusted my position.” He clarified quickly for Caitlyn’s sake.
“Oh please, I only left to give you guys a moment. The sexual tension is suffocating.” Caitlyn said before biting into her sandwich and then moaning in delight at the perfectly crisp bread and then the gooey, warm cheese. “What you two have is what I have with this sandwich right now
fuck, that’s perfect
” she sighed happily. And you just giggled as you glanced to Harry and shrugged and he smiled and then you all started eating as the show started up.
The time for Harry to go came very swiftly and before you knew it, you and Caitlyn were getting in the elevator to walk him out to meet his driver. You all chatted a bit during the ride down and finally you were heading out to the lobby.
“Ummm Cait can you be a look out for a minute?” Harry asked her and she smiled and nodded as she reached for his suitcase and Harry grabbed your hand and pulled you into the stairwell. “I just wanted to hold you for a little bit.” He said and you smiled and hugged him tight and he sighed and squeezed you.
“You’re gonna be a alright, H.” You assured him, “And if at any point you’re not, I’m here for you. Always.” You assured him and you felt him nod in understanding. “I love you. So, so much.” You reminded him.
“I love you too.” He whispered back. After a few more moments you pulled back and tiptoed before you grabbed his face gently in your hands and smiled as you pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“One for the road.” You hummed and he smiled.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.” You assured him and then you grabbed his hand and led him back out by the elevators.
“That was quick.” Caitlyn smirked and you both rolled your eyes at her as she giggled.
“You’re a menace.” Harry said as he grabbed his bag from her hands.
“I know.” She giggled.
“Come on. Can’t keep the driver waiting.” You said and then you guys headed out. 
The night was still warm and Harry greeted his driver before getting his bag in the car. There were a few people lingering outside who were now watching the three of you considering Harry was a hard person to miss, his energy alone commanded people’s attention. 
“Well thank you both for including me today. I had a lot of fun and I missed being with you guys.” He smiled.
“I’m glad you had a good time.”, “Of course, H.” You and Caitlyn ensured.
“A group hug is in order, I think.” He said and you both smiled and huddled around him.
“Don’t be a stranger.” Caitlyn hummed as you guys pulled apart.
“I won’t.” He assured with a smile before hugging her and then he hugged you. He held you a bit longer than Caitlyn before he released you.
“Let me know when you land and make it home safe. Okay?” You smiled up at him as you rubbed his arm sweetly and he nodded before hopping in the car. You guys waved him off and then headed back up to your suite.
“You know you’re gonna go way more viral now
” Caitlyn said and you sighed.
“No, I think people will say he cheated on Taylor with me and wreak havoc on me.” You said, realistically. 
“Well, he kinda did
” Caitlyn said through a chuckle.
“Oh, shut it.” You quipped and she laughed. “Fuck
he did though.”
“It was a kiss.” 
“A kiss she doesn’t know about.” Caitlyn reminded and you nibbled on your bottom lip as you rode back up to your floor.
“Maybe asking him to join us was a mistake? I mean
he looked far too happy for just being broken up with.”
“Friend, he hadn’t been happyfor a while now and it was all to do with the path his relationship was going down. Not you.” She said emphatically, “You both kept your end of the bargain by keeping your distance and seeing what would happen in the future. It was just hard for Taylor to live with the information that he still loves you. Do you think he’s polyamorous?” She asked you.
“I don’t know
maybe?” You shrugged.
“I mean, at least when we spoke about his predicament that’s what it sounded like to me. That he loved you but that he also loved Taylor and he wanted to try and keep his feelings for you “on pause” somehow to work on his relationship with her.” She explained and you hummed. “But I think to her it was hard to come to terms that he was in love with you while simultaneously being in love with her. And I told him that it just doesn’t work for some people, they don’t see how love can be expansive like that in a committed relationship. My first ever girlfriend in college, Jen, was poly. And I thought I was okay with it, she said she could be monogamous, just her feelings continued to exist for others. She had this friend though that she loved too, it was just so obvious how they felt for each other and it sucked. It started to affect how I felt in that relationship. She never crossed a line and neither did he, but I just felt really insecure in it. I understand it so much better now, I mean I was only 19 when I dated her. But I fully understand why for Taylor it was just not possible to move forward with Harry if this is her first time in a situation like this.” She explained and you nodded. “And I mean, I think that you also need to figure out if that’s something you can live with if he is.” She said.
“Right
”
“Like I get that you guys are like each other’s person, but that doesn’t mean he can’t meet and love someone else along the way, you know?”
“Yeah, that’s true
I mean, just seeing how he was trying to accommodate things to support Taylor’s needs gives me a sense of peace. But I mean, we should definitely have a conversation about what this might look like for him in the future whenever we get back to a stage where we’ll have a relationship.”
“I agree.” Caitlyn said.
Overall, you felt good about where you were now to be back in touch with Harry if he needed you at any point. You were also extremely proud of yourself for the way you handled the situation about your future together. Of course, you would run into his arms at a moment’s notice, but he was sad and he needed to grieve the wonderful person he had lost. He did love Taylor, at least enough to put all of his effort into making up for breaking her trust. It had just happened and you really wanted to give him time to sit with the situation and work through the hard feelings you knew would come soon.
As soon as you guys landed early the next morning you, Harry, and Caitlyn were plastered all over social media per a call from your manager. She sent you a link and you looked and sure enough there were photos and videos of you three talking and skipping through central park, looking like you were having the best day of your lives. You showed Caitlyn who just mumbled a low “it is what it is” and you bit your lip.
JENNY L:
And there’s also this one

You saw her next text and then clicked on the linked article and when it loaded you couldn’t help but snort out a laugh as you read the obscenely cheesy title of the gossip article: “STYLES CHOOSES TO SKIP OUT ON TAYLOR!” It was staring at you in big, bold red font. But your stomach twisted a bit in anxiety as you scrolled down the article recounting what witnesses had said to the tabloid. There were quotes in the same bold font saying how you guys seemed really “happy”, “cozy”, and “familiar with each other.” And of course there was a short clip of him whispering into your ear while you hugged and gently scratched at his back at the coffee shop. Also of you glancing up at him and the both of you smiling when you joked with him about having visible boogies
 you smiled at the memory but you knew that what would surely come next when the both of you gave no real explanation to this. Towards the bottom of it there was one more photo, one of the only ones ever taken of you two a couple years into your relationship. You guys had been walking back to his house in London after having some lunch. It explained how it seemed that you guys had been familiar at some point and maybe you’d lost touch but were back in touch after the MET.
JENNY L:
I already have a few reporters reaching out for commentary. Please tell me you guys didn’t do something bad

Y/N:
No, don’t worry about this. Taylor actually broke up with him after a MET after party. There was an incident, I’ll call and explain when I get home. We’re in the car service right now on our way back from LAX.
JENNY L:
For sure. 
Y/N:
I’ll also call Harry and see what his team is going to do.
JENNY L:
For now don’t. I’ll get in touch with Jeffrey and Tommy. I know they’ll want to isolate him from this as much as possible. I’ll be standing by for your phone call.
Y/N:
Sounds good. Talk soon!
Jenny “hearted” your message and you guys drove off to your place in silence. Caitlyn had left her car at your place and since Sebastian and you had broken up she decided to keep some things at your place for impromptu sleep overs. So as soon as you got in she went to get some more sleep in the guest bedroom while you called Jenny and explained what had happened the night before. It hadn’t been anything bad, but you then explained what Caitlyn had shared about how Harry and Taylor were struggling with getting back on track after he admitted he had feelings for you.
“
so yeah, there wasn’t anything fishy per se apart from that. We actually hadn’t even spoken since we saw each other last year. Taylor never attempted to contact me or anything either, we don’t even know each other. Just that little run-in in the bathroom which no one saw.” You shared with Jenny, “So uh, no connections there either.”
“Okay, sounds good. Already the fans are labeling you a home wrecker, they really liked them together.”
“Yeah, I was expecting that.” You sighed.
“Oh, Jeffrey just texted me!” Jenny said and opened it up, “Okay he said that Harry wants to clarify that you have been close friends since you were 19 years old but that he’s not all that sure that they should do that because you guys having a history could mean more of a logical framework for any theories of cheating.”
“Yeah, like we were so close that it eventually led to that
” you said, “I mean we could just both go no comment. I know we didn’t do anything wrong so
 ”
“Yeah, I agree. I guess Harry doesn’t want to “hide you from his life” is what Jeff just said.” She shared and you bit your lip.
“I think I need to talk to Harry ,this is something he feels like he might owe me for. When we dated, I mean, you know
we were both so worried about the public ruining it for us. He did tell me that he felt bad that he let his fear of what others might think get in the way of us living our lives. And that it sometimes felt like we never happened because everything was so hidden. He said he wished that everyone could’ve seen how happy we make each other. He could be wanting to make up for that
”
“Mmmm, okay. Let me tell Jeffrey to get him on the line, we can do a group call or FaceTime?”
“Yeah, that’s alright.” You assured her.
“Okay I’ll call you back.”
“Yeah.” 
A few minutes later a call was coming in with the three of them and Jenny, and you guys started to discuss. Tommy said that he had tried to get in touch with Taylor’s team but she didn’t want to weigh in on anything as she was still dealing with the decision to break up with him. Harry understood that, so they weren’t going to get a confirmation from her any time soon that she had ended the relationship.
“H, I completely understand why you want to release that statement but I think it’ll only perpetuate the idea that we were doing things behind her back.”
“I just don’t want to hide that you make me happy anymore.” He sighed.
“We’re not, I mean the pictures are everywhere.” You said with a small smile, “People can see it but we don’t owe them any explanations about it. I don’t think we should address speculations.”
“Yeah, yeah you’re right.” He finally agreed and everyone looked relieved.
“I think if we gradually increase your time together it might make it look more natural?” Tommy suggested.
“What about private photos? What if we have an “iCloud leak”-”
“Absolutely not.” Harry cut Jenny off.
“Well Harry, that might establish what you want without having to say anything.” Jeffrey explained.
“We could choose what we release. Just things from birthdays or shows, parties
” you suggested, “We could show them this is nothing new, that we were always like this.” You smiled.
“Okay, fine
I mean, even Caitlyn has some stuff on her instagram from years ago
I was
looking.” He said and you smiled. “Oh shut it
” he chuckled as you all laughed.
“She’s on private though
always has been.” You reminded and he hummed.
“What if she’s the one that gets “hacked”. People are starting to look into who she is as well. I already saw one article that identified that she’s a screenwriter, I’m sure more people will be trying to see how she’s linked.” Jeffrey chimed in.
“I’ll have to ask her
I don’t want her to give up her privacy for us.” You said and Harry agreed.
“Well I think that would be the best case if she gives us access to her instagram and iCloud. But if not, then we just do the iCloud leak from one of your accounts.” Jeffrey decided. “Start looking through your pictures guys.”
You guys agreed on this strategy and you agreed you’d ask Caitlyn when she woke up. Of course, your best friend listened with an open mind and wasn’t even reluctant to agree and help you guys out. She knew that you guys had messed up when you saw each other that first time, but your commitment to let each other try and live your own lives really showed her that you guys regretted betraying your partners, so of course she wanted to help you both now. When she checked her instagram there were already tons of DM’s and follow requests waiting for her. She wasn’t even verified, she really just used this for personal things, so it would be understandable if she got hacked now that she was connected to you and Harry. Over the next few days your teams figured out the logistics of this plan and Caitlyn shared with you and Harry any pictures that she had of you guys on her iCloud and then a few weeks later the “leak” happened. 
Screenshots of Caitlyn's grid were taken and leaked on twitter from years back and it worked. People were immediately finding what you guys wanted them to find. Then two days later the “iCloud leak” happened. With this stunt, a solid timeline of your and Caitlyn’s friendship with Harry was established. There weren’t too many photos but the ones that fans were circulating the most were the ones of you two with Harry while he was still in the band. Of you guys at Caitlyn’s 25th birthday party with you and Harry kissing her cheek on either side. There was a video of you and Harry doing karaoke, a couple of pictures and a video of Caitlyn and Harry at your first big, sold out show in London. And finally one of him painting your nails with a prototype of what fans soon discovered was now the Pleasing polish “inky pearl”. It had to appear as though “the hacker” had intentionally dug through years of things to find this specific content. And once those were out into the world the tune changed and people thought it was cute that you guys had been friends for that long. People were saying that you guys appeared to be really into each other even back then and that you would make a cute couple.
Naturally, that started shifting the narrative into “maybe Harry dumped Taylor and was just out with his old friends to cheer up a bit”, which was mostly right. But once that became the main rumor an anonymous source leaked to a few gossip news outlets that Taylor had actually been the one to dump Harry the night of the MET. Obviously, Harry and Tommy had been in on that with her representatives because they didn’t want her looking like the chump when she had been the one that did the dumping. And once that came out the internet went wild and people were overwhelmed with the knowledge that his old friends truly were comforting him after a break up and that Taylor had dumped Harry because they were “growing apart”. 
You were fine, but having that all out there in print is what really seemed to make it real for Harry and he started to disappear a bit. You knew he needed space and time to process and heal, so you gave it. You didn’t want to bug him or make him feel pressured, so you assured him that he didn’t have to talk to you if he wasn’t in the mood. But if he didn’t mind, you’d just check in every few days, say hi, send some encouragements and he agreed to that. It was all very one sided as the months inched by and boy, did you miss him, but he really needed to get through this on his own terms.

. August 2024 
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Harry’s POV:
When Taylor returned to London in early June to pick up her things from his place it was extremely bittersweet for him to see how she looked so much lighter in terms of her mood and persona as a whole. She didn’t look tired or stressed how she had towards the end of their relationship. She looked more like herself and even sounded like herself, all bubbly and optimistic about things. It made him feel really happy for her, but it also made him sad, knowing that he contributed to her unhappiness. Knowing that he had hurt her enough to dull the gorgeous and bright person that she had been before. The person that he had fallen in love with. He even tried to kiss her when she was leaving and nearly died of embarrassment when she rejected him, but he understood.
He and Tommy did share the PR plan you guys made and assured her that you were cautious in trying to keep her out of it as much as possible. But he heard from her again when the public brought her into the picture and she wanted to set the record straight and he agreed that she should, he didn’t mind it. But once all of it felt resolved he just crashed. 
He stopped talking to you around the second week of June because he just didn’t have the energy. But you had been kind and checked in, assuring him he didn’t need to answer, but you just wanted to encourage him a bit. It meant the world to him that you understood to keep doing that, but still giving him the space he needed to get through this. For months now he had allowed himself to feel it, like you told him he needed to do. And god, it hurt
it hurt so much, but it was relieving to have felt it all. The sadness had faded seemingly very suddenly, he just woke up one day and didn’t feel hopeless. He missed you though, he wanted to see you so badly but he had no idea when too soon was “too soon”. 
Y/N:
This popped up on my pinterest feed! IT’S YOU! Lololol. I laughed so hard and it’s so, so cute. I hope today is better 💛
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Harry’s head knocked back as he laughed at the little image on his screen. It really was him and the fact that even the text said “Feel it all” was extremely fateful. He smiled and “hearted” the message before setting his phone down on the counter and turned to go make himself some coffee. Seconds later he came back and unlocked his phone and texted his assistant to book him a one-way ticket to LA for next week.
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Y/N POV:
Your summer had been very nice so far. You genuinely were not worried about Harry in the slightest, you knew that healing took time and he knew well that you’d be waiting whenever he was ready. After seeing the way things worked out after the MET, you had a restored sense of hope in fate and the universe, so you let it be. For the time being you were having a lot of fun in the studio working on some new things. You were also spending a lot of time with friends and with Ricky too. You guys were just enjoying what you had going on. It wasn’t a routine at all, your hookups were sporadic and spontaneous, like now

“Oh fuck yes, right there!” You mewled as his long fingers prodded into your g-spot as his thumb glided over your clit over and over at the perfect pace.
“Shhh
” he chuckled as he looked around briefly. You were in a hidden little nook at the studio. Everyone had gone for lunch but someone could always come in at any moment. “Look so fucking pretty today. You wore it for me, didn’t you?” He mumbled against your lips and you smiled.
“F'ourse.” You panted and then inhaled sharply as your walls fluttered around his fingers as your orgasm neared. It always took longer for you to come standing, so you’d been there a while. “I’m getting close
fuck, faster!” You implored and he listened and started pumping his fingers faster until your legs were trembling. Your head knocked back against the wall and you huffed out a laugh at the thud, but it wasn’t enough to deter you from coming.
“Come for me, Y/N.”
“Yeah, jus’don’t stop
don’t stop
oh my god, I’m coming!” Your moan broke through your throat and he brought his other hand over your mouth to mute your sounds. Your arms hugged around him to keep yourself upright as your knees went weak and shook at the waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your walls were pulsing rapidly around his fingers as you rode it out. He removed his hand from your mouth as you started panting and wrapped it around your waist while his fingers continued fucking into you slowly to help you ease off of your climax. You angled up and kissed his lips before smiling giddily, your eyes all sparkly and heavy with lust.
“Y’good now?” He asked with a grin after a minute or two and you nodded.
“Yeah.” You confirmed and he let go of you and pulled out his fingers before sucking them clean. 
He tugged your skirt back down to where it was before your little romp session. Your lips met eagerly for several moments, smearing together and connecting fervently. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t return the favor now, there wasn’t time. So you kissed him to show your gratitude for his immediate attention to your obvious need. 
“So after the afternoon session do you want t-” you paused when you thought you heard a door close.
“What’s-”
“Shhh.” You shushed him quickly and he froze as you definitely heard some movement in the control room. 
“Maybe they’re just grabbing something?” He whispered and you both stayed quiet trying to hear anything else, whoever it was wasn’t leaving.
“Where’s my underwear?” You asked him and he patted at his pocket and then glanced around to find that they had not stayed in his pocket.
“I think they fell out of my pocket in the live room somewhere.” He said and you groaned quietly. He peeked out a bit and saw them near the large amp you’d been sitting on before you moved into this little nook. “They fell out near the amp.” He said regretfully and you swore your brain melted from how embarrassed you were. If anyone walked into the live room they would surely see them. And then the worst thing that could happen did, you both heard the soft creak of the door to the live room opening.
“Shit!” You whispered and decided to just get out there. Maybe you could grab them before they even noticed and hurry out to the bathroom and Ricky would just stay hidden until the coast was clear. “OK, I’m gonna grab them. Just stay until I come get you.” You whispered and he nodded. You exhaled shakily and then stepped out of your little corner only see Harry Styles himself stop as he approached the piano bench, thankfully on the other side of the room. He smiled wide as soon as he saw you.
“Surprise!” He exclaimed through a chuckle and you reared back a bit, at least to kick your panties behind the amp so he wouldn’t see them on the floor. “Why are you backing away, come here!” He chuckled and you glanced down quickly to see they were hidden enough before hurrying over to him.
“W-what’re you doing here?” You asked him with a smile as he sighed and hugged around you and then squeezed a bit tighter. You were completely flustered now and distracted and he could feel the weirdness you were exuding as you cut your hug short.
“I just wanted to surprise you.” He explained and you nodded.
“That’s really sweet of you.” You said and he chuckled as he took you in for a moment.
“Are you OK?” He asked and you nodded quickly.
“Of course!”
“Are you sure? I mean, I know I kind of just showed up but I was expecting a little more enthusiasm form you after not seeing each other for months.” He chuckled and then the next worst thing happened, Ricky’s phone started ringing. Of course he had to have Patrick Star saying “Leedle-leedle-leedle-lee” as his ringtone. Your face fell into your hands in absolute mortification as Harry burst into laughter at the very random interruption, “Is that your ringtone?” He gasped through his laugh and you shook your head, still hiding your face in your hands. “Oh. Then
” he sighed and you glanced up at him, “Oh
” he said more quietly and you exhaled.
“Ummm, Ricky it’s fine. It’s Harry.” You said and he stepped out from the little hidden corner seconds later. He looked between you and Harry with painfully embarrassed smile. But he inhaled sharply and pushed the feelings aside.
“Hello Harry, I’m Ricky.” He said extending his hand out and you winced.
“Mmmm, maybe don’t do that right now.” You said softly and he glanced down at his hand and then pulled it back once he realized that he had just used that same hand to finger fuck you.
“Right, ummm
”
“Just, come here.” You said as you went behind him and gabbed his arms to corral him out of the studio and to the bathrooms. “And you, stay here please.” You called back at Harry who just nodded, still quite shocked at what he’d walked into and moments later you had emerged into the hall and exhaled shakily.
“Oh god, that was bad! That was so bad!” He panted nervously.
“I know! Fuck
”
“Did you get your underwear.”
“No! He was already in there, I just kicked them behind the amp.” You explained. “Look, I ummm, I think I need to talk to him alone for a little. Just go wash up and let everyone know to take another thirty or so?”
“Yeah, OK.” He nodded and then chuckled, “I’m sorry to put you in this position.”
“It’s fine, I was the one that was too impatient to wait until after.” You reminded and he chuckled.
“True
” he mused with a grin, “Ummm, well you go deal with that and I’ll go stall everyone a little.”
“Thank you.” You breathed out and then inhaled slowly.
“Hey, it’s gonna be fine. OK?” He smiled and you nodded with your bottom lip bitten beneath your front teeth out of nerves, you needed to take it out on something, “Go on.” He insisted and you turned around and headed back into the studio. When you entered the control room and looked out the large window into the live room Harry glanced back at you from his seat on the piano bench. You headed back in a bit timidly and he smiled at you.
“You alright?”
“Yeah! Sorry about that, it just
happened.” You explained bashfully and he nodded.
“Yeah, I get that.” He smiled, “S’good to put a face to the name.”
“Oh yeah
” you hummed and shook your head again. Harry chuckled and reached for your hand before hesitating.
“Is your hand clean?” He asked before grabbing it and you chuckled but nodded. “OK.” He hummed and stood before grabbing both of your hands and running his thumbs over your knuckles. “I’m fine.” He assured you, “Well
maybe fuming inside
just a little
” he confessed.
“Don’t worry, it was just that, not sex, m’not that crazy.”
“And I wonder whose idea that was, you little exhibitionist.” You teased and you shook your head as you giggled.
“Either way, ummm I am happy you’re here.” You said, “So can we have a do over?” You asked and he chuckled.
“Of course.” He said and released your hands before wrapping them around your shoulders and pulling you in. You hugged around him and leaned into him.
“I’m really happy to see you. Missed you.” 
“Me too.”
“So what made you come out here?” You asked and he pulled back a bit, his hands grabbed your face gently.
“The froggy picture.” He admitted and you laughed and he bit his lip as he watched you laugh. You were so pretty, he was glad he saved seeing you again for the first time for this face to face encounter.
“When I saw that little cardigan on him I just about died.” You recalled, giggled at the memory. “It’s so cute.”
“Yeah, it was cute.” He agreed, “You look so pretty today.” He complimented.
“Thanks. You too.” You hummed and he chuckled.
“Mmm
particularly like you in this skirt. Though it is a bit skimpy
” he pointed out and you smiled.
“Yeah, s’quite short.” You agreed.
“Then you might be
” he reached down and hooked on his index finger was your underwear, “needing these back.” He hummed and you felt your face heating in embarrassment as you glanced over to them and then to him. He was smirking and you reached for them and he raised them out of your reach. “Mmm
just a little higher, love.” 
“If I reach any higher my ass will show.” You laughed and he did as well.
“So unprofessional
” he mumbled and you rolled your eyes before looking deep into his eyes pleadingly.
“Please.” You insisted, “Would love it if I didn’t flash anyone at work today.” You said and he chuckled and lowered them so that you could reach for them but then pulled them away from you. 
“May I?” He asked and you bit your lip. He smirked at your response, “I’ll take that as a yes.” He hummed and stepped forwards, effectively backing you up until you bumped into the piano, the higher keys at the end clanked discordantly as your weight pressed them down and your gazes met as you both sniggered in amusement at the happy little accident. The sound seemed to reverberate forever, that’s how tense it was between you two. He crouched down and spread them out for you, allowing you to step into them as he stood and pulled them up your legs and finally over your center. He really tried his best not to look or lean in when he got them up to your pussy. He knew you were wet, but it was not from what he had walked in on, it was all for him. It probably had been all along, he didn’t want to assume, but he hoped. He really hoped. “There you are.” He hummed as his fingers fixed the straps along your hips, tugging on them a bit to straighten them out.
“Thank you.” You said softly.
“Of course.” He smiled as he fixed your skirt again and placed his hands on your hips. You suddenly smiled even wider and he giggled, “What’s that cute little smile about, then?”
“Nothing. Just thinking that you’ve never
 I don’t think you’ve ever done that before?” You shrugged.
“Mmm
surely I have.” He mused, his face scrunching a bit in thought, “Or not
maybe not
” he decided a few seconds later. “I’m glad I was clever enough to pull it off.”
“Oh yeah, that was
a moment.”
“Core memory?” He smirked.
“Oh yeah, core memory.” You smiled and just hugged him again and he hummed happily, “You’re staying, right?”
“Yeah, if you want me to.” He mumbled and you pulled back.
“Yeah, of course. Could use some of your expertise. A little Styles sparkle.” You flirted.
“I like that!” He chuckled, “M’stealing it.”
“Okay.” You giggled. “Caitlyn’s friend, Melissa, from the pilates studio? Well she’s my friend too kinda, but more Cait’s. Either way, she’s having a little pool party with cocktails. It’s a casual thing. If you wanna come, I’m sure we’ll end up ordering in.”
“Oh yeah, that sounds nice.” He smiled. “I-is Ricky coming?” He asked.
“Ummm, maybe? If you don’t mind?” He shook his head and you squinted your eyes suspiciously.
“I swear.” He chuckled.
“OK.” You said softly. You let each other go and then grabbed your phone from a music stand a few feet away. 
“Have you eaten?” He asked
“Nope.”
“Want to go pick something up together?” He asked and you nodded.
“Sure.” You said and soon you were heading off to the closest thing before heading back to the studio with your food.
It was nice sitting with him while you two ate and talked casually about your music and what you wanted out of it. You were trying to find the words to describe what you wanted this project to be and what you wanted it to evoke. You missed talking to him about this kind of thing. Harry just had a real gift for expressing everything he was trying to express when he made his music. And at the moment, you felt like your vision just wasn’t cohesive, or at least you felt that way.
“
I don’t know, I’m a bit lost on this process, I guess.” You decided finally when you started bouncing between ideas, “I don’t even know why I wanted to do an album anymore
” you confessed with some sadness.
“What initially pushed you to decide?”
“I think seeing you, the weird things with Seb
I mean, I just feel kind of like things have taken a twist I didn’t expect. And I’m just
lost. I feel lost, even though I shouldn’t be. I feel like what I need to do next in life is kinda a no brainer, but-”
“A no brainer to who?” He asked and you shrugged, “Everyone I guess. But I also feel
like
I’m in a glass house.” You said and he hummed, “I feel like everything right now is really fragile right now. With my heart and my head
with this album, I know that it’s been a while so I need t-to deliver, I mean obviously. And then w-with us too.” You explained and he hummed, “I just don’t even know where to start to be honest. And I think
that shows in the music. It’s going to be a big, fat flop.” You chuckled sadly, “I can just feel it. It’s murky
”
“I mean, you always know what I think. At the end of the day you have to like what you produced. And you have to be proud of it. I get that we do this for a living, but it’s also our entire heart and mind in those songs. All the things we’ve dealt with during this time, the joys the sorrows
I mean, that’s what we’re putting out there for everyone to judge and feeling like it doesn’t make sense anymore can be scary. But honestly, things don’t make sense for a lot people out there, and hearing that just might help them feel not so shitty about it.” He said and you hummed.
“Is it crazy that I really want to embrace another sound? I don’t even know what it falls under, but I just want it to sound exactly how I hear it in my brain.” You explained, “Like
” you paused and chuckled, “there are lines I wrote while I was like at the grocery store or stuck in traffic, and like I can only hear them in that setting. Like just to show how banal my life is, you know? Like, I want to put in the beep of the check out machine in or staticky radio chatter about the heat wave, my alarm going off in the morning, the chirp of the fire alarm I haven’t changed
I was thinking of maybe putting in some like voice notes between the tracks, like texts with friends, or little things I make to remember what I need to buy at the store. Like I want it to be like a day through my perspective I guess
almost like the music is narrating a routine?” You explained and he nodded and smiled.
“I think that’s really cool.” He said and you bit your lip.
“It’s not too
messy and chaotic?”
“No, it is for sure, the layering is going to be insane.” He said and you chuckled and nodded, “But it’s a cool concept. Like basically if your life was a kind of like a musical.” He said and your eyes widened.
“Exactly.” You sighed and smiled, “Wow
who knew a word for that already existed.” You chuckled and he did as well, “I was struggling for a while there trying to describe what I wanted. Thank you!” You said and he chuckled.
“Happy to help.”
When everyone returned you shared a more clear idea of what it was that you wanted. You wanted things to be a little odd but as real as possible. This helped your producers and sound engineers adjust what they were doing a bit to make editing easier on themselves. At some point Harry was at the help of the control panel, pressing buttons and raising and lowering settings, asking you to go again.
“Hey man, how about in that bit there where she ends the bridge, she does the final chorus in an octave lower and we fade it out from studio into the raw audio. I believe this is one of the songs where the demo is from her voice notes.” Ricky suggested and Harry smiled.
“Yeah actually, that’s sick.” He nodded and then he told you what Ricky was thinking. “He says we can layer them and blend it, so just try the chorus in a lower octave and the rest will be done via editing.” He instructed and gave him a thumbs up before running it again. 
After another couple of hours of working, your day was coming to an end. Everyone started cleaning up after themselves and you invited Ricky to Melissa’s place and soon he was heading off and assuring you he’d be there later. Harry was chatting with one of the other sound engineers, Billy, as you looked around the space one final time to ensure you weren’t leaving anything behind for the night.
“I was just telling Harry that now what you were asking of us makes a lot more sense.” Billy said and you chuckled.
“See. I wasn’t crazy!”  
“Yeah
 it’s gonna be cool, what you’re doing.”
“Thank you. I think so too. I mean, I know I enjoy those kinds of things when I listen to music, so I hope others like it as well.”
“Oh yeah, people are suckers for that.” He smiled, “Well, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Billy said to you, “And it was nice to meet you.” He said to Harry, “Will you be joining us again?”
“Ummm
” Harry said as he glanced over to you.
“Well, you’re always welcome. You know that.” You said to him and he smiled.
“Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said and Billy chuckled. You guys exchanged a few more words before Billy headed out.
“So where are you staying?” You asked as you put things into your tote bag.
“Not sure yet. I don’t know how long I’m staying for, so I didn’t want to book a hotel indefinitely, you know?”
“Yeah, I get that.” You hummed, “Well if you need a place to crash for a bit I’ve got an extra room. Caitlyn already claimed one room.” You said and he chuckled.
“Of course she has
” he grinned and you smiled, “Well yeah, if it’s no bother. And like, I know that I came for you-”
“That’s what she said.” You slipped in and he laughed and rolled his eyes as you giggled.
“Real funny
now, I know that I came here to see you, but I’d also understand if you didn’t want me in your house.” He chuckled.
“I’d love you in my house.” You said and he smiled.
“Then let’s get going.” He responded and you grinned.
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“Welcome!” You chirped as you opened the back door to let Harry in with his big ass suitcase.
“Thanks.” He chuckled.
“Do you remember where my room is?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, well yours is the one right beside it.” You said and he nodded and took off. You put your bag down to wash the tumbler you used for your coffee that morning. And after that you headed off to get changed. When you passed by Harry was just stripping off his pants and you turned away quickly before rushing into your room. You first got your shirt off and then got your make up off. You’d be swimming anyway, so it was pointless to have it on. Once you got done with that you went to pick out a bathing suit which you quickly changed into. You were throwing your skirt back on when Harry announced himself. “What’s up?” You asked and he came over to your closet.
“Nothing, just wondering what was taking you so long.”
“Oh, sorry. I was taking off my makeup. Let me just grab a shirt.” You said and just grabbed the first one within reach and threw it on. You slid your feet into your sandals and then tugged at his shirt as you breezed past him. “Let’s go.”
“Hey
hey, hey, hey come here.” He said reaching around you and stopping you as you giggled.
“What?” You asked him and he just hugged you and released a long exhale. You smiled and rubbed over his back softly, fingers dancing across his shirt as you held him for a little while. 
“I’m really happy to be here.” He spoke quietly.
“Oh me too, H. I missed you a lot. It was getting hard not to hear from you.” You spoke softly before tiptoeing and kissing low on his cheek. His lips twitched up in a little smile and you ran your thumb over his bottom lip. He kissed the pad of your thumb a couple times before letting you go and grabbing your face, pulling you in closer to him.
“Can I?” He asked and you nodded quickly. 
Just a moment later his lips were pushing and pulling against your own slowly in a deep and emotional kiss. It was nostalgic and magical; your body felt alive and tingly all over. Moreover, the raw emotion of the tension finally bursting was overwhelming in the best way. It felt like you had just jumped into a cool pool on a hot summer’s day. You were so in the moment that you forgot to breathe, so you suddenly pulled back to do so. And his mouth chased after yours, pecking around your lips as you inhaled sharply. When your eyes blinked open and met his, you smiled and his cheeks went all warm and pink. Suddenly you were transported back to the time when you had kissed for the very first time. He was smiling then too, relieved to have kissed you. And you were in mental shambles as you relished in what had just happened. It felt like the beginning again. He started to pull back and you arched up and kissed him again.
“Not yet.” You whispered and he sighed and pulled you closer. His thumbs stroked over your cheeks as your lips met over and over again in soft little pecks in between deep kisses. Your noses nuzzled against each other for a few seconds.
“D’you wanna drive?”
“Yeah, sure.” You smiled and were heading off a few minutes later.
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Harry was actually having a nice time at this pool party/dinner thing. He was glad he had come because he needed the distraction. He was afraid of the conversation he was going to have with you about polyamory and how he believed that he fit under this category. He was nervous because of how this had impacted his previous relationship. He had spent the past couple months talking to his therapist every couple of weeks on the phone to help him through the depression and grief of his relationship. His therapist mentioned that a friend of hers is a sex therapist and she asked him if he would be interested in having her come sit in on a few of their sessions and then take the lead for a few about this new discovery he had made about himself and he agreed and he would be meeting her for the first time the following day.
He had also been keeping a keen eye on the interactions between you and Ricky. Ricky and him kept making awkward eye contact and he was acting really relaxed with you. He figured it was because Ricky was a bit intimidated or still feeling weird about him walking in on you guys. Either way, Harry was being more of a spectator for now.
“Hey, what’s the matter?” You asked as you came up to him after emerging from the pool.
“Nothing, just watching everyone. Thinking
”
“About?”
“Me. You. Us
” he said as he made space on the big chaise lounge he was on. 
He patted the space beside him and you climbed on, legs crossed as you faced him and you extended your hand out towards his and just grazed your fingers over his own discreetly before pulling away. This little gesture transported Harry back to your fifth date. He remembered it so clearly, you guys had gone out to eat and even though you had a private dinging area, he still wouldn’t hold your hand because he was worried that someone might see and then it would all get out and things would surely go to shit. He remembered because he did that same gesture to you that you’d just done to him. Just a feather of a touch to ease your need and want to be closer to him in that moment. 
“Did you feel
invalidated when we were together?” He asked, seemingly out of the blue and you hummed pensively. “Like not seen or maybe
less important than you were to me?”
“Maybe a little bit at the start but it went away quickly. I knew it was because of the band and all those crazy rules they had for you guys.” You said and he nodded, “But after all that ended I was expecting you to change a little bit? Lax up about being together in public and things like that.” You explained, “I didn’t feel like you hid us because I wasn’t good enough for you. I know all that was sort of a deal breaker for you then, so I just went along with it because I mean, I hadn’t dated anyone with your level of fame before. I just figured you knew the best way to deal and go about that.” You shrugged and he hummed.
“What you did just now, touched my hand?” He said and you nodded, urging him to continue, “I did that to you, on our fifth date. You just wanted to hold my hand over the table top at the restaurant.” He chuckled sadly, “And I wouldn’t. Do you remember?” 
“Vaguely.”
“We were in some tiny little private dining room
” he reminded you.
“Oh yeah
” you hummed.
“I’m sorry.”
“For?”
“That.” He said and you hummed. “I wish I had been braver. And I feel the same now. I think if I had listened to other people and been more open and braver about the things I think or feel sometimes then maybe I wouldn’t be so carelessly hurtful towards others.”
“You’re not a hurtful person, H. At least not intentionally. You have concerns and fears and doubts like everyone else and sometimes that can affect how you relate to and interact with others. But I mean, you dealt with things the best way you knew how at the time, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Then, good. You did your best to protect what we had and I trusted you and your approach. I don’t hold it against you.” You said and he nodded.
“So just now then, you didn’t do that because you’re like
conditioned to be unaffectionate towards me in public?” He asked and you smiled and shook your head.
“No, it was just a little reassuring thing.”
“Okay.” He smiled, “You can, by the way. I want to hold your hand.” He said as he reached for yours resting flat over your thigh.
“Oh, like right now?” 
“Yeah. Can I?” He asked.
“Yeah, if you want to.” You smiled.
“Do you want me to though?”
“Yeah!” You laughed a bit and he smiled and pulled your hand into the small space between your bodies. His fingers intertwined with yours and you smiled up at him.
The one thing that you kept feeling was eager anticipation. You loved Harry at the core of who he was and every part of him that you’d known and experienced over the years. The prospect of getting to know him again, this version of him that you were the most unfamiliar with, it was exciting. Even just being around him you felt in tune, on the same wave length as him. When your gazes met you felt curiosity and interest in understanding what was going on in his brain in a far deeper way than before. You’d happily spend the rest of your days learning about him and loving who he was now and who he would become over time. You smiled to yourself as you thought of him in 10-15 years, with you. Happy, fulfilled, it was making you emotional.
“Hey, what’s on your mind?” He asked softly.
“You.” You responded, you didn’t mean for it to come out as a whisper, but it did. You were just so in your head now as you gave thought to all of this. To all of him.
“What about me? You seem like you’re about to cry.” He said lowly with a bit of concern.
“They’d be happy tears then.” You assured him and he smiled. “Was just thinking about you, how far you’ve come. Well, the both of us, and how I’m jus so excited t-to get to know you again. And just thinking about the future, like
what we can have. Like
we’re different than
five years ago, you know?”
“Yeah, a little more grown up.” He smiled.
“A lot more grown up.” You chuckled, “And I think it could only get better the older we get.” You said and he smiled.
“It will.” He said decisively, “I’m also excited about getting to know you in a deeper way again.” He said and you smiled as a comfortable silence took over for a minute or so. But then he spoke up again, “Honestly, I don’t think there’s a reality in which I wouldn’t be in love with you.” He confessed with a bashful smile and your gaze softened as it met his own, “I mean that.”
“I know. I feel the same way.” You responded, your heart was pounding so hard you felt it in your throat. 
Harry just smiled and let his thumb smooth over your knuckles as you just looked at each other. His eyes flickered between your own, taking in every possible detail. He loved how the sun streaks showed off the pattern of your irises. He loved how you looked back at him with so much adoration. He wanted everything with you. He couldn’t even contain the fluttering feeling in his tummy as he thought about you when you had a baby with him and looked at them the way you were looking at him now. With love, acceptance, pride, and every other good feeling and intention you could muster up.
“I need you to know that we’re making it this time.” He whispered and you nodded.
“Yeah we are.” You whispered back with a smile.
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You were quite nervous as you made it back from the studio the next day. You’d had a great and productive day and you hoped Harry had too. You were feeling a vast range of emotions as you tried to picture where the conversation would end up. Especially after the intimate things you had told each other the evening before. You had even called your mom on your lunch break to just get all the irrational, anxiety inducing things off of your chest. She was excited for the possibility of you and Harry working things out after all this time. She and your father loved how he looked after you and were very supportive of your relationship with him back then and it was no different now, he and his family had left a really great impression on them. And your family on his, you still spoke to Anne and Gemma and a few of his cousins for birthdays and little things like that. Obviously, you kept a respectful distance, especially since he dated quite quickly after, but you had grown to love the people in his life too. 
“Hello?” You spoke out into the car when you answered his incoming call.
“Hey, love. Just checking if I can open any of the wine bottles you have? Or are some special?”
“Nah, have at it.” You assured him.
“Perfect. Are you close by?”
“Yeah, about 10 minutes away.”
“Great! See you soon.” He hummed, “Be safe.”
“Thanks, H.” You hummed and he hung up.
*****************
As soon as you made it inside you were greeted with an absolutely divine aroma and “Always Alright” by Alabama Shakes was playing from the kitchen. You bopped your head along as you pushed the door back and it landed into the frame with a loud thump.
“I’m home!” You called out as you toed out of your sneakers and just as you were about to make it to the living room Harry was coming to the entrance with a glass of wine for you in hand. 
“Hey, how was it today?”
“Good, we wrapped up the ones that might be the singles so it was a productive day.” You said with a smiled as you guys hugged briefly and kissed cheeks.
“That’s great.” He hummed as he handed over the glass and you thanked him softly before taking a sip.
“Mmmm.” Your eyebrows perked up as the sour and crisp wine tingled on your tongue. “Which one did you open?” You only had three bottles of white wines as it wasn’t your favorite variety. So the flavors of it were not as obvious to you.
“The chablis.” 
“Oh
good choice.” You complimented and he smiled.
“Yeah?” You nodded and he hummed. “Well c’mon then.” He said and you followed after him to the kitchen.
“How was your day?” You asked.
“Also quite productive. I found two potential places, so there’s that.”
“And in therapy?”
“Really good too.” He smiled and you nodded.
“Good. I’m glad.” You hummed, “Do you need my help with anything?”
“No, just sit. Wanna plate it all nice for you.” He said and you smiled.
“Wow, thank you.” 
“Of course.” He smiled as he plated up the baby potato and veg mix on the plate and then he lifted the sheet of tin foil placed over the pan on the stove, “They had some really great sea bass fillets at Erewhon. I couldn’t resist.” He hummed.
“How much did they cost you?” You asked with a grin and he chuckled.
“I’m not ready to talk about it.” He mumbled with a smirk and you giggled. “Here you are love.” He said handing you a plate and you grabbed it quickly.
“Wow, so beautiful.” You complimented, “The skin is so crisp.” You slightly moaned as you ran your fork over it. “I’m so excited to eat this.” You praised him and bit down on your lip in excitement. Harry grinned bashfully as he served up his own plate and soon he was settling in beside you and then you guys started eating. You made some light conversation and hummed to the music playing in the background of your conversation while you guys ate your dinner. Everything was so delicious you even went in for another helping of the veggies. “Wow
this is may be on of the best things I’ve eaten in a long time.” You said in satisfaction. “The fish was so buttery. It just melted in your mouth
damn.” You smiled, “You did so good! I’m so impressed.” You chuckled.
“Yeah?” He smiled as he reached for your hand and you nodded again. “Glad you liked it. Got the recipe from Shellie.” He said and you hummed.
“Ooh nice. She’s a good cook.” You recalled and he nodded.
“And I made some cereal milk panna cotta for desert. Should be set by now.”
“Ooh, fancy!” You chirped with excitement. You washed the remaining dishes as he brought out the panna cottas and then headed over to your patio, he balanced the little ramekins in one hand as he unlatched the glass door and slid it open and stepped outside. You dried your hands and grabbed your glasses of wine as you headed over as well and cozied into one of the seats outside.
“So?” You asked and he smiled at you.
“So
I think that I’ve finally come to terms with the fact that I am probably polyamorous.” He explained and you nodded in understanding.
“Okay and what does that
look like for you?” You asked him.
“Ummm
for me it’s largely about the fact that I can connect romantically with multiple people simultaneously. I have felt it before but just thought of it as like a crush
because I had never fully fallen in love with any of those people or just stopped myself from talking to them more because I was already seeing someone. And I mean, to me, you’re the biggest love of my life. And when we didn’t work I just
I wanted to feel that way again and so I searched for it and I did fall in love with Olivia and Taylor all w-while being in love with you the entire time. I see now that I buried what I felt for you, but it was never gone.” He explained and you nodded in understanding, “I told Taylor once that she wasn’t competing with you for my love, that I loved you and loved her in your own unique ways. D-does that make sense to you?”
“Yeah, H. It does.” You assured as you dipped into your panna cotta and he hummed ‘good’ before he did the same. You sat silently for a little bit, watching the sun starting to move closer and closer to the horizon.
“And say, what if we get married and somewhere along the way I
fall in love with someone else? Can you accept that?” He asked and you shrugged.
“I can tell you that I can right now
but I mean, maybe that will change if we get married or have kids or something
” you said with all honesty. “But I mean, i-if that’s how it is then I’d expect to have boundaries or rules for what’s acceptable if we’re the married ones.”
“Yeah, I get that.” He nodded, “So, my therapist brought in a friend of hers, a sex therapist, t-to talk about this with me. To answer any questions and to help prep me for this talk I wanted to have with you.” He explained and you nodded urging him to go on, “So poly people can have different types of relationships and she was explaining them to me to see what resonated with me the most and I think a hierarchal approach or a polyfidelity approach is more in line with me.” He explained and you nodded.
“Okay, so what does that mean?”
“So in the hierarchal one the main relationship is the priority. So say we started a relationship, to me that would be my main relationship. If I met anyone who I was interested in I would run that by you. Like we would work out what any other potential partners would have access to together. And polyfidelity can be like, I have two relationships but they’re closed relationships on both ends. And well, it’s not like I’d actively be seeking out someone else to involve in my life, this is just an option in case I meet someone who I develop feelings for. I have no desire to have an open relationships or even sexual or dating relationships with other people just because. I would only want that if I even met anyone that I just had that deep of a connection with.” He explained.
“So like with Taylor
if she was okay with this
what would you prefer or?”
“I would kind of leave that up to her. I think she might have preferred a hierarchal thing though. Where if we were together first then that relationship is the priority and together we could set the boundary for what our relationship would look like. So say she was only fine with us dating and sleeping together when I was in California, then that’s what we would have. I think that a polyfidelity thing would be what I’d prefer in that case. I mean, I know that you guys wouldn’t be sleeping with other people, just me. And I wouldn’t say either one was more important than the other, we wouldn’t even have to do things together, each relationship would be what it is.” He said and you hummed as you gave it some thought.
“Wouldn’t that be
exhausting?” You asked and he chuckled.
“I don’t know
maybe.” He said pensively, “But like
to me, the way Taylor loved me didn’t feel the same as the way you love me, and vise versa. And then the way I loved you both also came out differently. I didn’t feel more for you than her, but it was just different. Does that
 make sense to you?” He asked and you nodded.
“Yeah, that’s extremely logical.” You said and he chuckled.
“Are you just saying that?” He questioned skeptically.
“No!” You giggled, “I’m serious. I mean, there’s this quote from Ted Lasso that I really love and that I live by now. The quote is: “All people are different people.” And I mean, it’s so obvious and simple, but it’s something that we forget far too easily. So when you say that the way you felt love from and for us was different, it makes sense. Each person loves differently and has different needs. Our energies are different, you know? Of course it feels different with another person. Each relationship is going to be as unique as the people in it.”
“Right, it’s not like a competition between who I love more.” He said and you nodded.
“Right.” You confirmed and he smiled and then frowned. “What it is?”
“I don’t think I had the proper words to explain this to Taylor when I first told her about you. Maybe if I had more knowledge or simply just accepted and understood this part of myself before I could’ve hurt her less. Like, I’ve apologized and explained and we’ve forgiven each other for any hurt we caused each other, but I just
feel bad for how I affected her.”
“Yeah, of course. That’s understandable. I’m glad you guys got to talk that out eventually though. Is she better now? When was the last time you saw her?”
“Ummm, early June?” He hummed, “She looked so much lighter than when we were together. She was back to her old self and it was hard to see how badly what we had was affecting her.” He explained, “That’s really what pushed me into the depression phase. Just seeing how much better off she was without me. It just
fed my fear that I only hurt the people I love.” He said and you hummed. 
“Do you think that if you’d known this about yourself with certainty before that she would’ve been alright with it?”
“Absolutely not.” He chuckled, “Her concern was that I’d start to love you more than her and like fall out of love with her and just leave her for you.”
“Mmm, well at the risk of sounding like a total dick
isn’t that just what happens when a relationship starts to
fall apart? You start to fall out of love with someone for whatever reason? Like that’s just what can happen to anyone. It’s part of the general risk of being in a relationship, no?” You asked and he chuckled.
“That’s basically what I said to her one time. I just said it less delicately, but it really offended her. But it’s the truth, feelings can change at any time for any number of reasons. And I mean, I did love her, I think I still do a little bit, obviously.” He said and you nodded, “But I’m starting to move past it. See with you I
thought I was moving past it.” He said, “Thought that this whole time. The sex therapist? She was basically saying that in me moving on so quickly, I was just
distracting myself from having to properly move on from you basically. And like
seeing each other again after so long, I mean
it just brought everything up for me again and it almost felt like we had broken up a week before. I missed you terribly and I was constantly thinking about you and Sebastian and I just
I had to say something to Taylor about it.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.” You said and he sighed.
“I guess, I’m still figuring things out in terms of this polyamory thing. But again, I just want to reassure you that I’m not actively seeking another partner, nor am I interested in dating or sleeping with other people at this time. If it happens, it happens, but obviously if it takes away from what we have going together then our relationship would take priority over that. I do believe that we connect in a very special and extraordinary way. I love and miss what we had before, but after seeing you again last year and with the time we’ve spent together already I absolutely cannot wait to see how good we can be together this time around.” He said and you smiled and just got up and climbed into his lap and hugged him tight.
“I love you.” You hummed and he sighed in relief.
“I love you too.” He answered as he hugged your waist tight for a few moments until you pulled back from him to be able to look into his eyes.
“So where do we go from here? What are you comfortable with?” You asked him.
“Well, we don’t have to rush into a relationship. I mean, I know we love each other, but I want to date you. I want to reacquaint myself with you and fall in love with the you, you are now all over again.” He said and you smiled a bit, “I also want to make sure that I’m not using us a distraction to finish moving on from Taylor.” He said and you nodded.
“Yeah, of course.” You agreed, “I mean, if you still have feelings for her do you think that maybe you might want to keep that door open?” You asked him and he shook his head.
“Yeah, she’s not on board with the polyamory thing at all. It just wouldn’t work for her.”
“Right
right.” You said and he nodded.
“Ummm baby, I have to ask because I can’t stop thinking about it.” He sighed and you nodded, “Wh-what’s the situation with Ricky?” He asked, evidently he was a bit nervous about asking you, you could see it in his eyes.
“It’s still just a friends with benefits thing. We don’t really hook up on the regular, like it’s not a planned, routine thing we do. It’s more opportunistic.” You explained.
“So the other day was like a fluke, basically?”
“For sure. I would never normally do something like that, especially while we’re in a professional setting.” You explained, “But I was just a little more
needy than usual.” You chuckled.
“Mmm, I see. I only ask because if I’m gonna stay here for a bit, like I just don’t want to make you guys feel weird if he’s like constantly around or staying over too.” He explained. “Like we kept making awkward eye contact yesterday at the pool party thing and like
yeah. I’m not
like it’s not a jealousy thing. I’m not jealous of him.” He said quickly.
“Just fuming inside a little?” You teased, repeating his words from the other day at the studio.
“Yeah, just a bit.” He chuckled, “Still.” He confessed.
“Don’t. To answer your question more seriously, Ricky doesn’t stay overnight here. Ever. And I don’t stay overnight at his either. We literally do the most to not blur any lines even more than they already are.” You explained.
“So you just
fuck and go?” He asked.
“It’s not that transactional.” You chuckled. “It’s usually after we’ve gone out with friends or just hung out together. And if we both want to hook up we do and then we go our separate ways.” You explained. “We really don’t do sleepovers or even like lovey-dovey things like cuddles or holding hands. It’s just the sexual favors bit. Like we might lay around for a bit, but we just talk, we don’t like
hold each other and
bask in the afterglow.” You said with a giggle and he nodded.
“And it doesn’t feel
.empty? Without the soft bits?” He asked you more seriously.
“Of course it does.” You smiled a bit sadly, “I think it does for the both of us. He’s hung up on someone else and well
same.” You said and he smiled and nodded, “So we just hook up when we’re both feeling in the mood for it. So we really are friends first and the benefits are there when needed.” You explained and he nodded in understanding.
“So if it’s one of those times when you guys talk afterwards, like is it feedback about the sex or just random conversation?” He asked.
“Just conversations. Like sometimes we talk about the people we miss and things about them. We talk about how we’re feeling afterwards, like sometimes when that post-coital haze is lifted you just get so sad, you know? So we talk about that and try and figure out why we might feel sad. We talk about what the point of all of it is
I think we’ve achieved a rather deep level of friendship from this.” You said pensively.
“And you don’t like him even just a little bit?” He asked you.
“I mean, of course I do. I hook up with him, don’t I?” You chuckled and he did as well, “But it’s very surface level. We did talk about that one time, about what would happen if we ended up together. We both decided it would be a no-go.” You chuckled, “He’s just so
unworried and unbothered by everything. Doesn’t really plan or anything and well, you know how that drives me crazy. Especially with the job we have.” You said and he chuckled and nodded. “I’m definitely more balanced with my time now than I was before but it’s because I’ve been able to schedule and plan and whatnot. Like he’s kind of the type to get bored on a Tuesday and drive down to TJ with a friend or his sister because they want tacos from Taconazo. Like, I don’t have the same freedom to just do things on a whim without it throwing a bunch of things out of whack for myself.”
“Right.” He hummed, “So you
like him? Like you’re into him?” He asked and you looked at him quite perplexed, “Like in the way you like me?” He clarified.
“Are you asking if I like him more than you? Or are you asking if I
like him and you? Simultaneously.” You asked and he nodded. “I mean, I do like you both, but not in the same way as you do. Like, I definitely like you more, I mean, I love you, you know? I wouldn’t be able to love you and him. I would have to choose.” You said and he smiled.
“And you’d choose me.” He said quite confidently and you rolled your lips into each other to prevent your lips from widening in a grin as you shrugged. “Baby.” He pressed more seriously and you giggled.
“I mean
”
“Say it then.” He smiled smugly.
“Why? If you already know?” You asked.
“Because. I want to hear you say it for me.” He insisted. “Tell me you’d choose me. Every single time.” He hummed with a smile and you grabbed his face tenderly and leaned in until your lips were pressed together. 
Harry hummed in satisfaction as his hands slid down your waist and to your hips. His thumbs gently kneaded at the pudgy part of your hips. You giggled when it tickled you a bit and he chuckled before sucking on your bottom lip a bit. Your eyes fluttered open and met his lustful gaze. You could feel him hardening up beneath you as he leaned back in for a hungry kiss. Your lips moved sloppily, it was all tongue and heavy breathing as your slid down and held at the side of his neck. His hands were groping at your butt now, smoothing his big warm palms over them, helping you grind over him and feel his obvious need for you. You pulled back and pecked his lips a few times before taking a proper breath.
“I choose you, baby.” You confirmed quietly between the two of you. He looked into your eyes, his lust was evident.
“It would be wise to stop, wouldn’t it?” He asked and you giggled and nodded before kissing him a few more times and hugging him tight. After a few moments you pulled back and smiled at him and he bit his lip and reached around the back of your neck and pulled you down and kissed you deeply once more.

. A FEW WEEKS LATER 
.
It was your birthday and you were having fun so far at the little dinner party you had thrown yourself at your place. You felt pretty in the short black linen dress you’d chosen for yourself. You were nursing a cocktail as you chatted with those who had already arrived, you were waiting for a few more people, including Harry. You had hired on a private chef to take care of dinner tonight so that you could enjoy with everyone, after all, you only turn thirty once.
“So when did Harry move out of here?”
“A few weeks ago? He only stayed about a week. He was able to find himself a decent sized house really quickly. It was furnished, so it was rather convenient, it’s cute.” You smiled as you shared this with Melissa who nodded.
“That’s great!”
“Yeah.” You smiled in agreement.
“Sooo
any progress?” she asked with an expecting look.
“We’re not talking about that.” You said to her and she sighed in some disappointment.
“Fine.” She said with a smile. You appreciated that she didn’t push any further.
In truth, you and Harry had been mostly seeing each other at the studio after he left your house. You had both been scared into keeping things extremely platonic after that dinner he had prepared for you when you guys talked about your future. You had said you were going to take it slow and ended up half naked on your bed just about to initiate sex when you asked him to stop in a panic. The entire week he stayed with you the sexual tension was completely overboard, but you both knew it was for the best to not get involved with each other like that yet. So it was quite a big relief to you both when he left and you only saw each other at the studio. This would be his first time back at your place after he left so you were a little bit nervous in all honestly, which is why you had refused taking a shot three times already, you needed to be fully sober in order to not act impulsively.
“Harry!” You heard Caitlyn greet him excitedly from inside. You straightened up a bit and sucked a bit more of your drink though the straw. “Harry’s here!” Caitlyn announced as she led him out and everyone greeted him happily as he approached you and you smiled and stood to hug him.
“Happy birthday.” He hummed as he squeezed you tightly, “Welcome to thirty.” He said as he pulled back and you smiled.
“Thank you.” You chuckled.
“You look beautiful.” He said more quietly, his compliment slightly drowned out by everyone’s chatter.
“Oh, thank you.” You said as you glanced down at your dress quickly and then back into his eyes. He licked over his lips as he scanned over your face and then smiled bashfully when he realized he’d been caught.
“Sorry.” He hummed and you smiled.
“It’s alright. Ummm, have a seat.” You said gesturing to the table and well, the only spots available were at the further end of the table.
“You can sit here, Harry. I actually need to talk to Ben.” Melissa said as she stood up and headed further down the table.
“May I?” Harry asked and you nodded.
“Of course.” You agreed and he sat there. It’d been two or three days since you’d spoken, you were busy finalizing everything with the party and Harry had therapy and some catching up to do with other friends he had in the area.
“So, how’s it been planning all this?”
“A little stressful, but I think it ended up well.” You smiled and he nodded.
“Yeah, it looks really nice. S’a simple, little thing. I like that.” He said and you nodded.
“Yeah, thank you.”
“I ummm, I got you something that I want to show you later, I-if I can hang out a little after everyone goes.”
“Oh okay.” You nodded and he smiled. Your curiosity was piqued and all throughout the evening you kept thinking back on this and wondering what it could be. 
You were having a nice time with everyone, you guys were playing games and sharing stories. You had a delicious, fresh peach pie instead of a cake and everyone seemed so delighted with that choice. The chef really knocked it out of the park with that one. Afterwards, there was a bit of karaoke but when it hit 10:30 you guys started to wind down as to not disturb your neighbors. Slowly, your friends started to head out one by one, congratulating you once more on your birthday and you were thanking them for coming as you walked them out to their cars. Harry, Caitlyn, Ricky, and Melissa had stayed inside talking a bit more but you suspected that they were also getting ready to go, well except Harry. You guys hung around a bit more, the glances between you and Harry were nothing short of obvious and frequent, so being the one person to read the room, Ricky suddenly stood up.
“Well, it’s almost 11:30, we should go.” He said as he stretched his arms above his head a bit and once they got his hint, Caitlyn and Melissa stood as well. You and Harry followed them to the door and you all said your goodbyes. “Don’t be scared of falling.” Ricky mumbled quietly against the side of your head and you squeezed him tighter.
“Thank you for everything. Love you, I appreciate you.” You mumbled.
“Me too.” He chuckled before you kissed cheeks and he was hurrying after Melissa and Caitlyn down the little path. 
You and Harry followed after them and waved them off before you locked the gate as Harry made his way back to the house. You felt nervous around him for some reason, like his energy was too great to allow you to breathe, or maybe that was the alcohol
you’d had three cocktails which was already a bit much for you by this point and you were convinced your friends made your last one a double without your permission. Regardless, you were smiling at him while he watched you come up.
“What’s wrong?” He asked and you shook your head.
“You’re making me nervous.” You chuckled.
“What? Why?”
“This mystery gift thing!” You scoffed as you guys made it inside and he locked up behind you.
“Yeah alright, fair.” He smiled as you headed to the kitchen.
“Want some water?” You asked as you headed into the kitchen.
“Please. Benny made the last drinks a double and that awful taste is not leaving my mouth.” He confessed with a slight grimace.
“I knew it!” You gasped and he chuckled, “They were trying to get me to do shots before you arrived.” You said and he chuckled.
“Well good thing you declined. You really don’t want a hangover at thirty.” He laughed and you did as well and soon you were both having a bit of water and then he sighed.
“Okay, well it’s two things.” He said and you nodded, “First gift is this
” he said pulling his phone out and after several moments of waiting, he looked back to you, “You should check your email. The personal one.” He said and you nibbled on you lip and went to grab your phone that was on the other side of the kitchen counter. You open up your email account and saw the link to a ticket and when you opened it up your free hand flew over your mouth and your eyes welled up.
“No
but th-these sold out in like five minutes!” You gasped in surprise at the Joni Mitchell ticket waiting to be accepted by you.
“I’m her friend.” He said simply and you shook your head in disbelief. 
She was playing two dates at the Hollywood Bowl and despite your best efforts during the sale in February, they sold out in moments. It was a bittersweet thing, seeing artists that were such icons and legends performing what would surely be some of their last shows ever. Being able to make it to things like this made for priceless memories and well, you grew up with Joni Mitchell, like Harry did, and you both loved her. It was one of the things that you both had in common and made friends over when you first started talking, so she meant a lot to the both you. “We’ve got a private box. We’re right up near the front so we can see it all!” He said excitedly, “And we get to meet her beforehand, if you want.” He said and you set your phone down and shook your head in disbelief.
“This is extraordinarily thoughtful, H.” You said with a wide smile.
“Our first concert out in the open. No fear, no worries, just us.” He said and you hurried over to him and hugged him tight.
“This is honestly so amazing.” You sighed as you squeezed him tight and he kissed the top of your head. “I can’t wait to do this with you.” You said happily.
“Me either. It’s going to be so good.” He said with certainty and you nodded against his chest before pulling back and peering up at him.
“Can I kiss you?” You asked him and he chuckled.
“Always.” He hummed and you laughed and tip-toed a bit more and your lips met in a sweet and chaste kiss.
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” You gave him another kiss with each ‘thank you’ and he was a smiley and blushing mess before you. “My parents are going to die when they hear about this.”
“Well, part two
they’re coming as well.” He said and you pulled away.
“No.”
“Yeah!” He laughed happily and you shook your head.
“Harry.”
“I swear it. Your mum and dad, and my mum and her boyfriend. A proper date night. Though the meeting bit is just for us two.” He added and you were crying now, it seemed something ridiculous, but it was a full circle moment.
“This is so nice of you.” You whispered as you hugged him again.
“Hey, look at me, my love.” He hummed and you glanced up at him, “It’s not just a concert, you know? I want to do this with you and with our parents t-to also show them that it’s not just a for fun thing. This is about the future. Our future.” He said and you nodded. 
“Thank you.” You whispered, “I’m gonna kiss you for real now.” You said and he chuckled.
“Yeah, do it. Please.” He insisted and you chuckled.
Your lips were soon colliding gently and moving in an improvised but effortless dance together. You relaxed in his arms, you loved the warmth of his hands around your waist and then traveling down to your hips as he held you tight. It was a feat as challenging as the greek mythological quests trying to keep your composure around him. Everything just felt so easy and right when you were together, it always had. But now it was even stronger than before, you could feel the love emanating from him as you held each other and kissed passionately.
“Baby,” he mumbled, “can I
say something?” He asked and you nodded and pulled back from the kiss but he chased after you and kissed you deeply again before also keep the distance so he could speak properly. “I know we said no more jumping into things with people but you’re not just anyone, you know?” He said and you smiled a bit, “The love I have for you has been here the whole time. I’m not burying the hurt by wanting to be with you, it’s not like that with you, you know that.” He said and you nodded, “I want to be with you. I want to a relationship with you. I don’t want to wait anymore, I’ve already wasted so much time.” He said and you caressed his cheek with your thumb, “And I
I see the woman you’ve become. How you’ve grown and blossomed so beautifully-”
“You too!” You sniffled and he smiled.
“Thank you.” He chuckled, “But ummm
I don’t want to miss out on this. On you. It’s different with you, you know that.” He said, “Let’s do this again. Be my girlfriend, please?” He asked and you laughed happily and kissed him.
“Yeah. I will.” You whispered against his lips.
“You will what?” He asked with a grin and kissed you a few times, awaiting your response.
“I’ll be your girlfriend.” You said breathlessly with a smile. 
Harry was beaming and his hand came around the back of your neck, holding you gently as he dipped down and you kissed once again. He was slower this time, but the intensity was still at all time high. You felt your lust for him simmering steadily, nearly ready to bubble over into a boil with whatever move he’d make next. Your skin was tingling, excited to feel his touch once again.
“Can I take you to your room?” He asked, his lips gently smearing against your cheek as he spoke and then kissed you there.
“Yes.” You confirmed and he found your hand and led you through your house until you were bursting through the door and he was kissing you ardently as you walked backwards into the dim, cool room. His hands slid down your waist and landed over your backside, he caressed over it and gave your cheeks a light squeeze.
“I miss being able to do that.” He chuckled and you laughed a bit. You weren’t as thin as the people he had dated lately, so there was a little more to grab onto. You didn’t mind it, you were happy with yourself and you knew you were healthy, so you didn’t feel bad or find a need to even compare and it was relieving to you that he felt the same. “You’re exquisite. You know that right?” He asked and you smiled timidly at his compliment.
“How about you show me show exquisite you are first.” You suggested and he chuckled and was quick to take a step back and pull off his shirt, not even bothering with the buttons. 
Like a moth to a flame, you were right up against him again, kissing down his neck lightly. Trying not to smile too much as you traveled down to his pecs and the smattering of hair between them tickled your nose a little as you smooshed a kiss over his sternum. Your hands slid up his abs, you could feel his tummy flex a bit from the tickles your light touches were causing. You continued sliding it up until your index finger was hooking into the chain of his trusty pendant with the Jesus and penis charms. You tugged it down a bit before arching up into him and kissing him again. His hands slid up your back, his fingers feeling around for the pull on the zipper for your dress. 
“It’s on the right side.” You guided him and he was quick to take his hands there and slid it down. 
Harry helped the straps off of your shoulders, planting kisses on each shoulder blade before letting the dress drop down to the floor. You weren’t wearing a bra with it as the neckline was a bit strange, but he didn’t seem to mind that one bit. He groaned at the sight of your breasts bare before him and he immediately brought his hands up to them and kneaded them gently in his big, warm palms. You sighed in relief and glanced up at him and he seemed to have snapped. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you towards your bed. He sat and pulled you onto his lap in a straddling position and kissed you urgently. His tongue met yours sloppily before he started to kiss down your jaw, then your neck and finally he reached your chest. You arched your back in as he gently sucked on your collar bone and then skimmed his lips down to your right breast before parting them and latching around your nipple, effectively hardening it in a second. You moaned in relief as his blunt nails dug into your back as he started sucking more fervently.
“Yes! That’s so good.” You whimpered as he moaned around you. You peered down, looking at his gorgeously hollowed our cheeks as he sucked and nibbled at your tender little bud before popping off and moving to the other one. He payed it just as much attention, letting you whimper and whine as he went a little harder on you. Your fingers scratched against his scalp and you chuckled as he pulled back, nipple still in his mouth until it inevitably slipped out with a soft popping sound. He buried himself in the crook of your neck and inhaled and then exhaled, sounding relieved.
“I missed the scent of you and your perfume. I’d forgotten how good it is.” He said softly.
“I do too. Even had the same body wash you use for a while.” You said and he pulled away and smiled up at you.
“Yeah, baby?” You nodded.
“I’m never gonna forget again.” He told you with certainty and you smiled and caressed his cheek with the back of your hand. He leaned into your touch and let his eyes close for a moment.
“I’ve imagined this moment so many times.” You whispered and his eyes fluttered open and met yours. He smiled softly, peering up at you with so much love it made your insides flutter. 
“I have too.” He whispered back and kissed your lips quickly. “Hold on tight.” He said and you did and he stood and then had you on the bed as he laid over you.
He started to kiss down your body, you were already so wet for him, but knowing what was coming next practically had your legs trembling preemptively and your walls fluttering in excitement. He didn’t waste time or tease you at all, he needed this as badly as you needed it. He was quick to pull your underwear down your legs and toss it aside as he slid further down, parting your legs so that he could fit between them. He kissed down your mound and up your thighs before he nuzzled right up against your center, his stubble tickling your sensitive skin. You would normally want to be clean shaven if you knew someone was going down on you, just out of convenience, but you knew he didn’t care about that. He groaned happily at your scent and the softness of you against his lips as he puckered them up a bit and kissed at you a little bit, each time nuzzling a bit deeper until he brushed against your clit and you bit your lip in anticipation. 
“Fuck H, please. Please.” You begged and he let go of all the restraint he had inside of him and just let his tongue roll out as he spread your legs further so that he could lap up from your dripping entrance to your clit. He flicked over it a little bit before giving it heavier licks until you were pushing him closer and moaning in pleasure. Your hips were writhing up against his mouth and he moved with you, loving how you were losing yourself in this moment. He then started to gently suck around you as he sensed your growing need. You were soaking wet, making a right mess of his chin and you were obsessed with how he was using his mouth. He’s always been eager to please this was excellent. Clearly, he was well aware of what he could do now and it was amazing, “Fuck baby, that’s so good!” You gasped as he slurped on you until your legs were tensing up as your pleasure started to escalate further and further until they started to tremble. He was incessant, your chest almost burned from how shallow you were breathing, and in seconds you were inhaling sharply and moaning melodiously as your orgasm hit you. “Oh, I’m coming!” You mewled and held him against you as he licked you through it, mumbling about how good you tasted and how much he missed it. He didn’t even warn you when you felt his index finger rubbing at your sopping entrance.
“Can I?”
“Yeah, do it. Please.” You hummed and he gently pushed it inside. He moaned along with you, you were wet enough for another, so he pulled it out and then sunk back in along with his middle finger. His long fingers reached deep into you and rubbed against your walls, going deeper and deeper with each plunge until he had gone deep enough to reach into the soft spongy spot inside of you that had you crying out his name. He kissed up your stomach, waist, chest, and neck all to reach your lips again and breathe in your exhales of pleasure.
“Fuck baby, you’re so tight and warm f’me.” He hummed into your mouth and you nodded, “So good for me.” He muttered and you smiled against his lips. 
Your hands slid down his bare torso and reached down to feel his erection straining against his pants. You rubbed into it, using the heel of your palm to add a bit more pressure. His jaw tensed as he inhaled shakily through his nostrils. You started to rub at him in a matching pace to his fingers sinking into you. You wanted to feel him inside of you desperately. 
“Harry. Baby, I need you.” You whimpered and he nodded and kissed you hard before retreating from you. 
He got off of the bed and reached for his belt buckle, his desperation and eagerness coming through in the form of his shaky hands. He soon got it undone and pulled it out before getting to the button and zipper on them and he tugged them down along with his underwear. He stepped out of them and quickly climbed back over your naked body. Feeling your warmth together like this was something that he’d been thinking of constantly since he’d seen you the year before. He was eager to be close to you in this way and finally, he had it.
“I have condoms in the bathroom, but I also have an IUD.” You informed him and he licked over his lips as his eyes met yours.
“D-do you mind if I go bare? Want to feel you so bad, want to fill you up, want you to feel it all.” He said and you kissed him as you shook your head.
“I don’t mind.” You assured him.
“Sure?”
“Yeah.” You nodded and he kissed you once more, slower this time.
“I’ve only been waiting to have you again for
years?” He chuckled and you did too, “This might be over a little fast. But I assure you, I have far more in me. A couple rounds worth so-”
“It’s fine. Did you not see how fast I came?” You giggled.
“True.” He chuckled and tucked your hair behind your ear, “God, you’re so beautiful.” He complimented. His voice was soft and genuine and the love in his eyes made you feel faint. You leaned up and kissed him.
“I love you.” 
“I love you.” He whispered against your lips. Your kiss deepened and naturally, things started to progress. You pressed your body up into his, feeling his erection laying heavy between the two of you. You raised your hips up to feel it brushing up against your sticky folds and he sighed in relief at the slick warmth that his cock was up against now. “Fuck, put me inside, baby.” He said to you and you angled your up hips up a little bit more and guided him to your entranced. His thick tip prodded at your weepy, little hole, teasing at the entrance. You writhed around, trying to get him inside and he smiled, “That feels so nice.” He said and you smiled, “So wet for me, baby. All for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes, baby. S’all for you.” You confirmed through a needy exhale and he kissed you again and then propelled his weight further forward until there was enough pressure against you that he sunk inside and you gasped in relief as he moaned into your mouth. 
“Fuuuuck.” he moaned as he bottomed out and you whimpered as you felt so full. You swore he was in your lower tummy, he was bigger than you remembered. You recalled that he loved a little bite of pain, so when he wriggled a bit and sunk in a bit further you winced and dug your fingernails into his back. He made the most delicious sound, it made you feral and he started to thrust in slowly but achingly deep, it was making your thoughts completely blank. “You feel so good, baby. Fuck, you’re so good, my love.” He panted in pleasure.
You were covered in goosebumps, relishing in the feeling of intimacy with Harry. With the love of you life. Everything suddenly felt right with the world. Your back was arching because each and every time he was thrusting in, he was hitting a spot that made you feel like you would soon levitate. Your hands roamed the skin of his back, feeling his muscles working to bring you both all the pleasure in the world. It was the most harmonious sex of your life, you were both yearning to be closer than you already were. It was absolutely necessary to get closer. 
While still inside, he pinned your hips down with his and knelt up making you gasp in shock as he got even deeper like this. You suddenly felt strung out as he started to pick up his pace, his hips undulated and ground against yours in the most satisfying ways. You were encouraging him, praising him for how well he was fucking you. He was giving everything to you, you could feel it in his movements and in the rising temperature between the two of you. Damp skin and filthy wet sounds from the place where your bodies were connecting perfectly. You could feel your orgasm starting to build again so you slipped your hand between your bodies and started to rub precise circles into your clit and he moaned.
“Oh, that’s it, baby. Rub your little clit for me, want you come for me.” He encouraged you and you sped up a little more, “Look at me. Please, look at me.” He panted and your eyes slowly blinked open and met his. He smiled softly and pressed his forehead to yours, his gaze burning into you, making you feel like the only other person in the world. “Fuck, it feels so good with you. You feel so good.” He groaned and you whimpered as you started to reach the peak.
“I’m so close, baby!” You warned and he nodded.
“Come for me, love. Let me feel you coming so hard on my cock.” He egged you on and you suddenly felt warm all over as you started to come undone. Everything inside of you was singing beautifully. You felt like you were burning bright, like a dying star, you were crashing and burning, it was a spectacle to behold. “That’s it, baby. That’s so fucking good, fuck you feel so good, love.” He praised you with a smile, “S’gonna make me come
fuck, you’re gonna make me come.” He grunted.
“Yes, baby. Please come inside me. Please give it to me.” You begged as your orgasm continued thanks to his fast and desperate thrusting into you. His eyes blinked shut and his eyebrows furrowed down as his lips fell open and he let out a low moan, “Oh fuck. Fuck, m’gonna fill up your little pussy. Fuck! Oh fuck, Y/n
fuck yeah, baby.” He sighed and then buried himself as deep as he could go and you gasped as you felt his cock twitching inside of you as he painted your insides with his generous load of cum. He was still for a few seconds before grabbing your hair and tugging you up so that he could kiss you. Your lips met sloppily as he started to thrust gently into you. Your abs were burning and your legs were shaking as he continued fucking into you slow, milking every drop of his sperm into you. “I love you. Loveyousomuch.” He slurred against your mouth.
After a few moments you had both settled down, trying your best to catch your breaths as you basked in the warmth, holding each other close. Your fingers scratched at his scalp gently, it felt so nice and relaxing. His lips were kissing at the part of your skin that they could reach while he held you close.
“I’m never letting you go again.” He whispered.
“Good.” You hummed and he smiled.
“This is where I belong. I feel safe with you. I feel seen. I feel
”
“Whole?” You whispered and he nodded.
“Yeah, you make me feel satisfied with myself.” He said and you smiled.
“You make me feel whole too. I love you.”
“I love you.” He hummed, “Forever.” He added with a smile.
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a-sunset-outside-my-window · 3 months ago
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hullo friend, do you have any wolfstar fanfic recommendations for remus going through the lunar cycle? something like hurt/comfort but not only, just him dealing with all the things that come from being a wolfy
oh boy do I ever! I'm wiggeling in my seat because of this question
(disclaimer, I've been kinda busy the last few weeks so I might come back to this ask later with some more recs lol)
The 39 Steps by gilbertsdoor
Remus hated having to lie, but he could see no other way around it. Closing in on Sirius, he gripped him by the fabric of his t-shirt, pushing it up towards his throat. ‘Alright then. You’re alone in the muggle countryside, wandless, in the dark. You’re manacled to an evil, murderous werewolf, a known killer who doesn’t hold an ounce of pity for your pathetic human life. If that’s what you would rather believe, then by all means,’ he hissed, ‘be my guest.’
One minute Remus is between jobs, isolated, and thoroughly disenfranchised with life, the next he is on the run for murder, being a werewolf-at-large, and for knowing far, far too much.
One minute Sirius Black is a bored auror in training, the next he is caught up with Remus in a mess of secrets and dark magic.
Their lives intertwine, but how long can they keep running from the Death Eaters, and how long can they keep running from themselves?
Harry Potter and the Dog and the Wolf by thewholeofthemoon I live and breathe for this series!) it's very much focused on lycanthropy especially the latest work wich is still a wip but so so so good!
Scent of the Moon by Quietlemonhush this is a little different but very much lycanthropy focused even if it's not always the source of the hurt
Not content to only disown the wayward heir to the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, Walburga calls in back up. Bellatrix has all those new friends with their good ideals and their sharp, sharp teeth.
Sirius Black returns to Hogwarts with a bite in his side and a fever he can't shake.
they also have some more smutty wolfstar fics wich feature the lunar cycle if that's more what you are looking for
Dunes and Waters by MarigoldWritesThings ( @marigold-hills ) this is probably the fic most focused on lunar cycles and just the magic theory behind lycanthropy and I also just can't reccomend it enough
Remus is sensitive to changing tides, a part of the moon always with him, and Black is like the sea. He can smell it on him, the way his magic builds up and crackles about the fingertips.
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A werewolf, a convict, and a riddle.
The W in Weasley stands for Werewolf by gonzoclock this one is mostly here for fun werewolf lore I'm not gonna lie
When a werewolf comes out of nowhere and attacks nineteen-year old Arthur Weasley, he thinks his life is over before it's even really begun. He's wrong, of course, and now all of forty years later the Weasley family is thriving, happy, and healthy- and every one of them is a werewolf.
Things are going really well for eleven-year old Ron... except for the part where he has to get through school without anyone finding out his family's secret while simultaneously keeping his new brother alive. Easy-peasy. Right?
(Pay no mind to the one-eyed beast that seems to be lurking in the shadows- it's almost certainly nothing to worry about.)
Features the entire Weasley family adopting Harry Potter practically the second they lay eyes on him (or before that, even); Ron Weasley finding himself being altogether far too nice too slimy gits who don't deserve it; Percy Weasley doing his best; Harry deciding that being enemies with this Malfoy kid is too much work actually; Hermione Granger being as smart and ruthless as ever; Severus Snape who did not, and I repeat, did NOT sign up for ANY of this; and much, much more
By Moonlight by Eiiri this one, as well is mostly here for the werewolf angst, not nessecarily between wolfstar
After the Battle of Hogwarts, Remus recognizes something familiar in Draco Malfoy and offers him sanctuary. With nowhere else to turn--his parents in prison, his home a crime scene--Draco reluctantly accepts and becomes a tolerated, if not welcome, member of his schoolyard rivals' and wartime adversaries' family of choice. As pages of the lunar calendar turn and the summer wears on, Draco and the others begin to see each other in a different light.
but definitely check out these authors! <3
sorry for bad grammar it's late
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aizenat · 3 months ago
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Whoever writes for the Hollywood reporter should be fired wtf.
Anyway, so she called out super fan behavior that had become way too normalized over the last decade and people are mad at being called out I guess? I’ve been bitching about this a lot this year; like with cardi. I ain’t agree with all of cardi’s meltdowns this year, but sis got pregnant and couldn’t even have a happy announcement because yall caught her man cheating and wanted to dunk on her while she worked through that all while complaining about an album release after yall upended her entire life. I’d wanna cuss yall out too lol.
You all are so fucking weird and don’t know how to be normal with celebs. Not for nothing, that’s why I’m not buying the hype around chapel and sabrina and whatever other mediocre white girl yall are claiming is saving pop rn. Because yall aren’t normal fans. If you were, you’d look at these artists as such and judge them according (and agree with me how mediocre they are lol), but instead they wear makeup or say something snarky in an interview so you have to pretend their music justified obsessing over them because you can’t just say “I like that celebs’ attitude” and move on. You don’t have to “stan” them just because you like them.
Like I jokingly call myself the worst fan ever because I’ll be a MAJOR fan of someone and not know shit about them. I LOVE how little I know about celebs I’ll say I love. I found out this year Margot Robbie is Australian! Had no idea! I don’t watch interviews because i genuinely believe that 98% of celebs have nothing of value to say and so they bore me. Always have, always will; so I never heard her regular accent! I was also however old I was last year when I found out Hugh jackman is Australian too! Again, never heard that man speak outside of a movie (why would I? lol)! Is this celeb’s parents still alive? Do they have siblings? If said siblings aren’t famous too, I have no idea! I learned this past week Kamala Harris has a sister (lol). I learned this year that Olivia Rodrigo (not a fan but I’m counting this) isn’t Latina, but Filipina I see a vaguely brown/white passing girl with a name like Olivia Rodrigo from Cali, why the fuck would I assume otherwise? You think I’m going to look her up to see? Why? I don’t care lol. Do you do your thing well? Do I like it? That’s all I need to know. Fuck the less I know the better. Knowing about Beyonce taking jay back after that nigga cheated is why no one could take her Jolene “cover” seriously. The less we know about celebs the better! Truly!
But these kids think cyberstalking their faves is normal. I was a huge fan of lady Gaga back in the day to the point that I was workshopping “little monster” tattoos because I wanted to immortalize her on my body somehow. If I didn’t get keloids (idk if I’d keloid from a tattoo but I don’t even want to fuck around and find out; that’s how I got the one on my ear from my ear piercing), I’d likely have that tattoo! And I literally cannot tell you a single thing about her life other than she’s short like me, and her real name is Stefani G-something Italian. Aside form that, idk. Siblings? Interests outside of music and fashion? Her real personality? Couldn’t tell you shit. I just love Born This Way: that album was a cultural reset and her magnum opus. I’ll never get over that album. NEVER!
And that’s all we should be caring about. All this extra shit is weird. Like I go into Conan Gray’s tag because I’m literally obsessed with his Found Heaven album, and I see kids writing fanfiction. About a 25 year old man who’s been releasing music since he was a teen and who is a real person and not some fictional character created by someone actually creative. Like idc who gets offended by this, but the second that fanfiction about real life people become common and normalized (TO THE POINT THAT ENTIRE BOOK SERIES AND NETFLIX MOVIES HAVE BEEN CREATED FROM ONE DIRECTION FANFICS), we’ve lost the plot of celebrity-ism.
These celebs are our monkeys. They dance and sing and act and look nice for us so we have something to keep us entertained. This, by the way, is why it’s imperative they’re actually GOOD and TALENTED at their craft: because I can go to a zoo to see a monkey just sitting there scratching its ass. If I’m going to spend money on a monkey and tolerate it being worth millions of dollars more than me, it better be able to do something i sure as hell couldn’t do myself. But the point is they’re performers. They are here to keep us entertained. If you can’t enjoy their work and maybe just make some stickers and buy some merch to feel close (I’m literally sleeping in a cut up, oversized Conan Gray concert shirt rn lol) and like some posts on ig and move on, you need help. Like literal and serious help.
And stop normalizing that shit! Celebs are allowed privacy! Stop stalking them, then finding out shit about them, sharing it publicly, and then getting mad when that celeb snaps at you! Stop trying to catch their partners cheating. Stop speculating if they’re pregnant. Stop looking into their families. Fucking leave these fucking celebrities alone. Motherfuckers were chanting free Britney just a few years ago, clutching their pearls over the revisiting of how horribly everyone treated Britney, but then participate in the same behavior now and don’t seem to get the irony. You think you’re exempt because you’re not star or ok magazine? Social media has replaced tabloids and yall are the new paparazzi. Congrats. You’ve become the very thing you claimed to hate.
Please leave that little girl alone so I don’t have to hear discourse of her make her blow up the way Taylor swift did. I swear to GOD if that child ends up still relevant 15 years from now because yall made this her “Imma let you finish” moment, I will fucking hunt every one of you down and end you myself. Let’s learn from the past and NOT do that shit again thanks .
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shostakobitchh · 1 year ago
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Imagine snape screaming like a madman in his head when he saw ariel's name got into GoF?? Man be like, 'right, you know what? Fuck this. Sectumsempra is on the menu tonight'
Can't wait to see dad snape losing his shit and teaching a shitton of hexes and spells to keep her alive
snape: anyone here could have put your name in the goblet sO IM GOING TO MURDER EVERYONE IN THIS GODDAMN mOthErFuCkINg CAsTLE —
alternatively: snape is responsible for the mass extinction of dragons.
he is genuinely going to lose his fucking mind, but I think by that point he will realize that the kid has so much potential that he’ll tell himself repeatedly that she can get through it (he knows it’s not foolproof but the alternative will give him a mental breakdown).
I think you’re right though; the happy part is that ariel will be an arsenal of spells! that will come in handy when voldemort tries to murder her in the graveyard (my poor baby 😭). it’s a headcanon of mine that voldemort’s plan was to murder harry, polyjuice into him, and then portkey back to hogwarts to murder dumbledore. he couldn’t have done it without using his blood since polyjuicing into harry without the spell would’ve probably killed voldy, and while it’s never said blatantly, sirius and remus imply that harry getting away really fucked up voldemort’s huge plan. that’s why I don’t think the whole champion thing in GoF is way off; voldemort was playing the long game. no one would’ve noticed harry was missing from within the maze, voldemort comes back in secret, murders harry, and then uses harry to murder the leader of the resistance. the war is won at that point, and he would’ve done it in a matter of hours.
sorry, went off on a tangent there LOL - just another fun angsty moment to look forward to :-) snape having no concept of where his daughter is when his mark begins to burn :-) brb crying :-)
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queerfables · 7 months ago
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911 season 5 part 2
5x03
Gosh this is so scary, I hope Harry is OK!!
He's out of the car, I'm so proud of him
Holy fuck, Bobby
Yeah, when Athena sent him back to work I thought that was a bad idea. As if he's not freaking out too.
LOL Athena shot off his dick?? That's fucking hilarious
Oh man this is a great scene, with Michael breaking down and Athena calming him down. Two great actors doing their all.
Oh Harry was so smart getting the lady to film
Harry!! He's safe!!!
Lmfao of course the power comes back now
Oh Ana knows what's happening
"I thought it would work"
Oh Maddie. This is rough.
5x04
Oh Chimney is not okay
Oh jeeze they've mixed up the girls, haven't they? She wasn't telling them her name she was trying to ask about her friend T_T
Oh Chimney. That was a beautiful scene, him talking about Maddie and the baby and how scared he is and him feeling like he wasn't there for Maddie enough
Yeah, the girls got mixed up and they told the parents their daughter was alive and she's not OOF
Hen I don't think you should be the one to do this
Oh I'm so emotional about them hugging the other parents
Oh God this is horrible
I wondered if Buck had spoken to Maddie. He seemed remarkably calm about her disappearing again
Oh no this is cute, Harry and May talking about their stuff together
Harry telling May to be mean to the mean lady at work, delightful
Hen and Chimney are such important besties. I love their relationship so much.
5x05
Athena what the FUCK
You just hit your kid that is NOT OK
I have enjoyed this episode but I haven't had much to say about it
5x06
Oooh another name I recognise as being a good Buddie-sode
Wait is that Mark Pellegrino?
Hi there familiar face
Oh shit did Buck and Eddie just get kidnapped?
Sorry that "escort" just seemed super shady
Haha omg yessssss
Oh they're so pretty when they have guns on them
Aaaah Buck just got hit in the face protesting against them threatening Christopher I'm so!!
This is a great set up
Oh jeeze they took the transponder out of the ambulance
No one knows where Buck and Eddie are. delightful.
Jeeze I hope Probie makes it out ok
Buck does not want to leave Eddie in that ambulance
Aaah so it should be good news that the police ambushed them but of course EDDIE IS STILL IN THE AMBULANCE
Hostage situation baybeeeeee
Oh man his demand is empathetic and impossible, what a great narrative device
Lmfao oh no he's won over Eddie with his sob story I love this
Oh Eddie he's not coming out
God, Buck's face when the gun went off. Running outside screaming Eddie's name!!!
This is a great episode
Ugh Eddie and Christopher being soft at the end
5x07
Buried alive again!!! Great trope. I hope someone from the 118 has it happen to them next
Oh he's OK thank goodness
Hey it's detective friend!! Looking cool with his badass throat scar
"That was weird right" "No comment" I love Taylor, and everyone else's antagonism towards her
Honestly they're kind of making her too nice, I would like her vulnerable side to go back to being a little more hidden. I like her best when she's a bitch.
I'm really enjoying Taylor and Lou trying to solve this case in tandem
Ok I think I've got it. My sense was that the guy wasn't just cagey when talking about how he ended up buried, he was nervous or guilty about something. My guess is that he was trying to kill and bury someone out in the woods, possibly this missing wife, but they got the jump on him and buried him instead
Oh they've come to opposite conclusions I love that
It's gotta be something else then
Maybe it's the guy she's having an affair with?
"I'm so confused" that's hilarious
Okay listen I was feeling super moved about Harry going back to the house where Jeffrey took him, but when he fell through the floor two feet from the wall he almost died inside I couldn't help but laugh. That house really has it out for him.
Oh I'm really happy Harry has someone he can talk to who he feels like understands him finally.
Oh Harry I'm so proud of him for dealing with this
5x08
"I'm going there" Wow that's one way to discuss a life changing international move with the guy you've been living with for over a year
Oh they are really soft though
Omg he's gonna propose!!! T_T
"Now I'm gonna have three dads. Father's day is gonna suck." Lmfao aw Harry you're so cute
Oh Michael's whole family helping him is so cute. I bet none of them could have imagined it being like this back in season one when everything was so painful and new.
An explosion?????
Oh no I'm gonna cry this new big brother is so sweet. But also this is why you don't tell kids that looking after another person is their responsibility, because they will take it VERY seriously and maybe put themselves in danger trying and never forgive themselves if they can't
All of the firefighters evacuating the babies is very cute even though it's scary
Oh no the big brother is looking after his baby sister T_T
I don't think that is room 318. It didn't look like a 3. Maybe a backwards E? Could it be a reflection?
Eddie and Buck doing stupid reckless things together to save people <3
Yeah ok now I'm sure they got the wrong room. Those kids aren't dead!!
Ugh Buck talking Eddie through it T_T
See!! They're OK!!!
Told you!! Reflection!!!
Crying with laughter over Bobbie high key proposing to David for Michael
Oh no Athena is so sad Michael is leaving
Ugh this montage saying goodbye to him is making me tear up. I knew he was leaving but I'm still saaaaad. I really loved the character, it won't be the same without him.
5x09
Omg I hope these two ladies have a thing, they're cute. Gabbi and Chloe.
Oh they are definitely flirting
This is a hell of a meet cute
LOL ATHENA check who is at the door before you start flirting with them
"Tay" that's a cute nickname
It's fun that we're getting an episode with a focus on Hen's mum
"My Abuela would eat this up, she loves a good telanovela" "Oh, cause you don't?" Love when Buck and Eddie dunk on each other in a way that shows how much they know each other
Awwww Buck showed up for Taylor even though she said not to
Aaah the ladies from the start of the episode
Jesus for a moment I thought Buck's only reaction to Taylor saying "I love you" was gonna be "Good" thank goodness the boy has some sense
That was a cute episode
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maxineholtzmann · 1 year ago
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
thanks to @hexiewrites and @stevethehairington for the tags!
1. How many works do you have on AO3? 9! Not as many as a lot of others but I'm still proud of what I have on there!
2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 65,447
3. What fandoms do you write for? Stranger Things! I used to write for Harry Potter as well but with all of the everything that's gone down with the author of that series, I just can't see myself ever going back.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
project easy-bake (steddie)
2. i'm on fire (hermione granger x charlie weasley)
3. lay it on me (neville longbottom x daphne greengrass)
4. the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams (ronance)
5. la vie en rose (steddie)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to! I have a bunch I have to go through and respond to. Sometimes I feel a little silly responding back but then I remember how great I feel when someone replies to my comment and it helps me over the anxiety hump.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't really do angsty endings? I just want everyone to be happy! I will say that probably the ending of the truth is stranger than my own worst dreams will end up being the angstiest just for the simple fact that half the characters are already ghosts.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? i loved the ending of what's all this talk about love, probably because i based the whole thing on one of my fave romcoms, runaway bride.
8. Do you get hate on fics? i haven't as of yet! knock on wood it stays that way!!
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? if you had asked me like two weeks ago i would have said no, but uh that's changed very recently! so far i've only been writing throuples and specifically inspired by hexiewrites' out on the ice series - they're basically rpf if the real people were the characters in that series. it's a bit convoluted but it's been really fun and freeing to just go for it!
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? i don't - i have a hard enough time keeping one plotline straight let alone adding extra elements like that in there. mad respect for people who do do it though! it's just not my cup of tea.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that i know of!!
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? not that i'm aware of!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? no, but i think that could be fun - as long as my co-writer is okay with my slow writing pace lol
14. What’s your all time favorite ship? all time fave is a hard one! i think probably it's a tie between steddie and dramione.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i have a WIP that was a time travel sirius/hermione fic for the harry potter fandom, but that's probably never going to be finished. i just don't see myself ever getting back into that hp headspace.
16. What are your writing strengths? i think my writing strengths are that once i know what i want to be writing it moves along pretty quickly. i also think that usually my fics have a solid amount of humour in them? i hope?
17. What are your writing weaknesses? i overthink for a long time when i get blocked and i have a tendency to lose motivation for long stretches of time.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? go for it* (*as long as you have a translation somewhere)
19. First fandom you wrote for? harry potter
20. Favorite fic you’ve written? it's a tie between some part of me came alive (steve x eddie x tommie smut fic) and project easy-bake (steddie)!
no pressure tagging @stevespookington @hereforanepilogue @withacapitalp @maxinemaxmayfield and anyone else who wants to do it! (also sorry if these are duplicate tags and you've already done this!)
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gloriadenton · 2 years ago
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Donna/Laura, Harry/Cooper for the ships ask game :D
Donna/Laura: Ship It
What made you ship it? Donna's sad possessiveness of Laura in the pilot. She's obviously devastated by Laura's death, but she also has this kind of bruised determination to take control of Laura's memory: there's a lot about Laura she didn't know and which eluded her while Laura was alive (look at her face when she's watching the video!), but now she can say no one loved Laura like she loved Laura, and if she finds out who killed her, it's like she can in some way have all of Laura all to herself like she wished she could when Laura was alive.
What are your favorite things about the ship? I love the messiness it brings to Donna's character and the unguarded emotion it brings out in Laura. Donna is perhaps the only person who Laura will let herself take happiness in, and it's an incredibly vulnerable relationship for her, but because of the distance she puts between them there's also this thorny, resentful side to Donna's love for Laura (THEY DIDN'T BURY YOU DEEP ENOUGH) that is just [chef kiss].
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? That they're Gillian Flynn levels of messed up, lol. I think it brings out a kind of steeliness and even sometimes a sadistic streak in Donna (calling Laura "so stupid about so much else" in the grave scene is one of the ultimate Donna/Laura moments of all time imo), and I really like that side to her character. There's so much love there on both sides, but Donna's never just been the supportive best friend on the sidelines, however much she tried to present herself as one, and I like the twisty ways her own desires and agency come out through her relationship with Laura.
Harry/Cooper: Don't Ship It
Why don’t you ship it? I like Harry, and I really like Cooper, but as a ship, I think it tends to affirm the "safe," self-consciously wholesome sides of their characters at the expense of everything else. It kind of takes it as a given that Harry and Cooper are both Good All-American Lawmen, that they like all the right things a good small town man should like, that this is the most essential part of their characters, and like... it feels a bit too much like a circlejerk of nice soft guys liking nice soft guys to me? I think @thefudge says it better in this meta about ships that push the characters to choose comfort over growth.
What would have made you like it? I'm actually not sure? I like Harry as he is, so it feels wrong to say "make Harry more weird and complicated," but that's kind of where I'd want Harry/Cooper to go to make me ship it.
Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? Oh, for sure: they do have a sweet, easy dynamic and I get why other people like it, it's just not for me and not what I personally like to see for Cooper or Twin Peaks on the whole.
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narastories · 2 years ago
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Salty #7, 11, 25?
Wohoo, juicy questions lol I think I already answered one of those but I'll answer these now with the Dresden Files in mind <3
7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*
...
Butters.
No, I will not be taking any further questions on this topic today, thank you. xD
11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?
Nicodemus. That's very predictable, but I'm happy to elaborate on the why. I think the fandom hates him for a very good reason, he had done some truly terrible things. Tortured a good man to death, almost started a plague, kidnapped a child, fucked up Murphy's knees, and almost killed Harry a number of times... and that's just his recent track record.
I'm fascinated by him because I think he's an extremely well-written villain. He also reads like a fanatic. I'm sure he has some clear and specific goal and the fact that he turned up three times and yet we know jack shit about his long-term goals and motivations is truly fascinating to me lmao And let's be real that goes so well with his whole theme of being this mysterious guy going around and destroying evidence about himself. (And that makes me want to go on a tangent about how peculiar it is that Harry knows basically the only way to kill him and yet he's alive. Sure, Nic tried to kill him. But not *very* hard.)
Also, I love the fact that because he's so evil we like to dismiss everything he says. And that's so dangerous lol If you think about it, he single-handedly foreshadowed so much. Thomas. The Outsiders. Whatever is going on with Nemesis and the nature of the apocalypse. I think he's getting a kick out of this. He's lying through his teeth and when people stop believing him he drops these nuggets of truth and no one notices...
Yeah, I love him and I hope he'll be back.
25. How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?
Okay so in this case how I would like the DF to end? It's going to sound sappy but... I just want Harry to be happy. Whatever form that takes. Idk it's just... he suffered so much. He's trying so hard. Just... let that matter. I would like a satisfying, at least partially happy ending. Bittersweet is fine. Just a little teaspoon of extra sugar please and thank you.
Thank you for the questions! xx
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mermaidsirennikita · 2 years ago
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Any thoughts on Prince Harry's Spare?
Not completely done with it!
Immediate thoughts:
--Lol I feel really bad for his ghostwriter that so many translated-from-Spanish excerpts were leaked, because the prose is legit good.
--People are making a big deal out of a celebrity memoir oversharing when a) this is the point of a memoir and b) they don't have to engage with it if they don't want. And honestly? This is a pretty intimate memoir (more so than I initially expected) but it's nothing crazy on that front. I've read more revealing.
--If I'm being super real, I'm kind of reading to read it and then I'll fully process what it makes me think of him AFTER because I don't know how else to read a memoir, but.... I don't know, the picture he paints of himself is PRETTY MUCH how I expected him to be.
--He's obviously got a huge Oedipal Complex, but I think that he is aware of it and that also is literally ... impossible to avoid, and not necessarily a bad thing. Hard for a partner to put up with (and I hate to say this, but harder for a partner to put up with when the mother is alive and around to interfere in your relationship) but the thing is that if his account is to be believed, Meghan does remind him a lot of his mom. She seems to be a good match for him on that front, so it's like. Cool? It works? I don't know, it's wild to see people take things like the "I had a frostbitten dick and people told me to use Elizabeth Arden cream on it and that reminded me of how my mom used that on her lips" out of context going "OMG SO WEIRD" because he immediately says "OMG SO WEIRD" lol like... He knows this.... I don't know how normal you expected this man to be...
--I think he's a lot fairer to William and Charles than people give him credit for. Not fair! He's naturally an unreliable narrator. None of us can be fair to those we're very close to. You either protect them or rake them over the coals. I wouldn't say he totally rakes them over the coals. I think there are things he's withholding about them for both self-serving purposes, and protective purposes. But he clearly loves them (especially Charles) and knows they love him, but also deeply resents them because of things they can't help and things they can. It's very classic familial shit.
--The picture he paints of Prince Charles is of a classic distant father who cannot deal with expressing affection the way his kids desperately need him to, who prioritizes his own happiness over that of his children. Standard issue. He doesn't really connect the dots with how a lot of that is because Elizabeth and Philip were rotten parents themselves, but he skirts close to it.
--The picture he paints of William is of a guy who resents Harry because he has supposed freedoms William doesn't get, while Harry resents William for being pompous about being #1, favored by the family and the press, and distant as an older brother. The book really dismantles the perception (which I shared at one point) that they were super close. Like, they were and they weren't. They were trauma bonded over their mother's death (and I'll note that Harry NEVER takes away from how much William loves their mom, at least at the point I'm at, that is very clear) but they were raised in rivalry and it's clear that they are naturally *very* different guys.
--He really loved Kate as a sister. The affection he had for her shines through, though she isn't discussed a TON. It makes me wonder about his animosity towards William and what that could further be connected to.
--He's an army guy through and through. That is not just clear in the way he discusses the army, but the way he discusses life. If you've known the Average Army Guy (and I'm talking not the big time politically army guys, of which I.... have met relatively few, personally, but the guys who see it as a job and culture and family, who often have distant family lives and seek a purpose) Harry will be very familiar to you in just... the way he talks about EVERYTHING.
--I'm not gonna give my view on the way he discusses killing people in the army just yet, because.... I think that's a very complicated topic and I need to reread that part and really think about it. I will say, I think the uproar over it being "revealed" in this book is super! Fake! Because a) if you googled what Harry was doing in the army, where. he was doing it, it would be highly unlikely for him to not have been indirectly or directly killing people, and we've known that for years b) he literally said he killed people to a reporter years ago, so. That doesn't make the act any better or worse, or his view on it, but this is not bRAND NEW INFORMATION, and I can tell you that there is much more context on his thoughts in the memoir... Which is is why... if you care that much.... you should probably read more than a few sentences before giving an opinion lol.
--Whoever taught Harry about unconscious bias needs to dial that back because while that is a thing and it is a thing he and his family deal with, it is not the explanation behind *everything*. I believe that he wants to Do Better. I think he has a lot more work to do, and his discussions of race and his racism in this book are not fully formed. I believe that on some level he wants to take full responsibility, but on another level he is very afraid of doing so. And I get that. If he is out there like "damn, I was so racist", his family will absolutely use that against him. And I also think that Harry is still grappling with how people can both be racist and also be super against racism, tbh, and how to discuss that. I mean, most people don't know how to discuss it properly, to be real. I'm not surprised that a guy who is not even the top priority in a family where a fifth grade education is CRUSHIN' IT is not discussing this properly. But like. He still needs to work more if he wants to discuss it.
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risetherivermoon · 1 year ago
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aaa! sorry i didn't see this earlier omg, but yeah ofc!
this one is probably more of a simple one compared to the other fic ideas i had, but i still like it lol,
jegulily was something that happened first during their school years but regulus basically distanced himself from both of them and everyone on that side once he got the dark mark because he wants to protect them (yk reggie and his self sacrificial tendencies)
basically i imagine in this au that regulus faked his death back in 79' and he's hiding out with the rest of the slytherins (besides dorcas) in a safe house and they're working on finding and destroying the horcruxes,
barty, who is basically their groups spy, finds out about the plan and peter being the secret keeper etc etc, he goes to tell regulus that james, lily, and harry are all in danger yk the jist
regulus in response says they can't risk it (very reluctantly) he explains that voldemort is too strong and he doesn't know if theyd be able to pull off the plan, its too risky
barty, being a bit stubborn (and also being pretty smart and good at magic) decides to make up his own plan and basically go through with it anyway, he breaks through the protection spells and warns james and lily and tells them to come with him
(obviously they are very resistant until barty explains that regulus is actually alive and they're all working against the dark lord)
basically then id imagine how it goes with regulus finding out that barty (honestly pretty stupidly) did his plan anyway, but even though, regulus is inwardly happy that all three of them are alive,
james and lily are both very cautious around the others in the safe house for a while so id imagine this fic would mostly be jegulily healing and reggie getting to know harry, and less about them actually defeating voldemort
some other details i thought should be mention-able:
evan is alive in this au, he also faked his death,
pandora doesn't live at the safe house but she visits constantly (she lives with xeno and baby luna)
barty is also a spy at the ministry for both the slytherins & voldemort, as he has a job there with his father,
background rosekiller!
reggies morals are a little fucked up in this one but he gets a bit better with it
regulily is smth in this one too, (i honestly prefer jegulily w/ regulily involved over just jily & jegulus, so...)
this also gives the opportunity for james and lily to get to know the rest of the slytherins more, so i think that would be fun
also luna and harry play together sometimes, id imagine that even b4 jily & harry started living at the safe house that pandora would have evan babysit luna sometimes,
but yeah! that's basically the idea, thank you for the ask and thank you for letting me ramble lol!
i am bored, have a list of a bunch of fic/au ideas i have rattling in my brain,
i like rambling so go ahead and ask abt any of them (preferably in asks and reblogs) and ill blab a bunch of info on ya:
1. Rosestarkillerchaser fake dating au
2. Sirius meets Muggle Remus while running around as padfoot wolfstar au
3. Rosekiller Horse Riding Au
4. Complex Role Reversal Au
5. Space Kingdom Jegulus Au
6. Dorlene in Htndy
7. Marylily in Htndy
8. Jily trans mtf james au
9. Organized Crime Wolfstar & Jegulus Au
10. Midwest gothic Rosekiller au
11. Cowgirl Dorlene au
12. Pirate & Mermaid Pandalily au
13. Spiderman au
14. Rosekiller murder au
15. Darksun meet cute au
16. Jegulily 1981 fix it au
17. Dancer Jegulus au
18. Rosekiller muggle au
19. Rosekiller no voldy au, but barty is losing his mind slowly
20. ice skater au jegulus
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even-disco-baby · 2 years ago
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I love the way you write Volition. You get all the skills in the exact way that I can hear their voices from the game in my head saying what you write, but Volition feels like a shot of dopamine every time it shows up.
Idk how to really put it into words. It's the one skill I've seen so far that seems to not be eerily similar to the actual game, but in the sense that it feels like it's because Volition is at a place where he and Harry are trying to cope with life instead of just getting the job of the game done, if that makes any sense. Volition if the game wasn't focused on the murder plot and all that
Ohhhh
 đŸ„ș thank you, that makes me pretty happy to hear tbh. And also made me realize why I feel like my Volition tends to veer a little from how it talks in the game LOL it’s true, these vignettes aren’t rlly case related, they’re just moments I wanted to see between Harry and the other characters in Martinaise. So Harry and Volition’s talks are more just introspection.
And well Volition in the game is sort of hard to pin down for me, like
 sometimes it’s an almost paternalistic voice, other times it’s more like a plea? Like the Volition lines from the game that have stuck with me the most are when Harry gets shot and Volition says in such a scared voice, “Don’t go into shock! Hold on!” And also after the dream sequence in the flak tower if you wake up alone and half light is like “fuck this life and fuck this body, just fucking go” and Volition says, “Harry
 I know there’s not much to say, but if nothing else, just remember that you’ve made it this far. And it’s just a bit further now. Let’s finish this.” Or how when Harry feels ashamed of pawning off his gun, thinking it was probably for money to buy liquor, Volition is the one that points out he actually did it so that he couldn’t kill himself, like reassuring him that even if it wasn’t a great call, it kept him alive. Like
 I dunno. Those more vulnerable Volition lines are my most memorable ones, so ig that tends to come through when I write the talks with Volition. The case is like the main thing that gives Harry a reason to keep his mind off his woes and focus on moving through each day (and I forget which skill pointed out that the rush of solving a case is what he lives for), so it’s what Volition keeps drawing his attention to in the game, but more broadly it’s the voice that asks him to stay alive
 that’s how I think of it, anyway. Volition my beloved
 I’m glad to hear it’s a dopamine hit to read SJSHDJDJ it’s sorta embarrassing to admit but the talks between Harry and Volition seem to end up being conversations with myself, whether or not I intended it.
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tteokggukk · 4 years ago
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amortentia → kth
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–pairing: gryffindor!taehyung x gryffindor!reader 
–genre: hogwarts au, enemies to lovers, fluff
–words: 3.7k
–warnings: none, except a teeny tiny dirty joke in the end (?), oh and this was unedited sorry i’m in class, also i mention cedric so just pretend he’s alive ok
–summary: you’re surprised to smell the scent of the boy you constantly don’t get along with coming from the famous, but most dangerous, love potion in the world.
–a/n: uh so i’ve been obsessing over harry potter again for the past month askdlaksdj anyways here’s a short drabble i thought of when i got sidetracked planning my next smau wahoo oh yeah this was also inspired by that one scene where they sniff the potion lol
permanent taglist: @100percent-dum-dum  @mochisjoon​ @boraength @rageyoudamnednerd​
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You hurriedly walked into your Potions class with your books clutched to your chest.
Potions has always been your favorite class and no doubt were you skilled at it. Your friends often had to ask for your help when it came to brewing, and an added plus was that you often gained house points for your flawless work. The class was normally held by Snape, who greatly terrified and intimidated a lot of students, but there were certain changes made this year that resulted in a different professor teaching the class.
Students were evidently happy about the sudden change of professors. Walking into Potions back then would instantly result in a quiet room and anxious-looking faces with no one daring to speak. It was a bit strange now, albeit refreshing, to hear the buzz of students chatting and actually smiling in the room while waiting for the class to begin.
Professor Slughorn stood at the center of the room in front of a long table where several cauldrons were spread out, emanating a variety of colored fumes and causing a mixture of different smells to fill the room.
The combination of different smells was something you were already used to—normally they were undistinguishable and almost smelled like something close to nothing, but today there was one scent that stood out, one that was strangely captivating.
Fighting to keep your mind from falling into a trance, you could feel yourself being pulled by the scent. Never before have you sniffed something so alluring, so entrancing— so dizzying, it almost smelled like—
Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a group of students laughing and rushing into the room, causing you to snap out of it. Your head immediately turns to find the source.
There Taehyung stood with his friends who were all fixing their robes as if they just ran a hundred miles to get to the room. They were only standing but they all looked so bright, even you couldn’t deny they were attractive. Though you got on with his friends well, Taehyung just seemed to love annoying you every minute of the day. He especially loved teasing you through uncalled for flirting and a plethora of dirty jokes—and though you could easily retaliate, it was amusing to see you try and hide how flustered you’d get because of it. Because of this, all your interactions resulted in numerous banters, inevitably making it official that you two would never get along peacefully without one riling up the other (which was mostly you).
He found it amusing, whereas you found it annoying.
You glared at him, watching as he ran his hand through his hair while sending a sheepish smile over to your professor.
“Sorry we’re late professor, almost forgot our books,” Taehyung smiled, holding up his copy of Advanced-Potion Making.
Professor Slughorn simply smiled and waved for them to hurry, “No problem, m’boy! Good to see you, good to see you—now, gather ‘round everyone!”
As if he could’ve gotten away with that if Snape were around, you thought and rolled your eyes. You could almost hear Snape from a distance with his low voice muttering a “Ten points from Gryffindor.”
Taehyung catches your eyes rolling as students began to huddle around the different cauldrons. As you and your friends made your way towards one of the potions on the table, you fail to notice Taehyung excusing himself from his friends and moving past other students to walk over to where you were, a smirk forming on his lips.
The seductive scent your mind was previously clouded with has suddenly gotten stronger, and it wasn’t long before you were able to distinguish one of them: a scented candle that had an oddly specific scent of blackcurrant berries and roses. Your brows knit in confusion at the familiar scent of combined fire and fragrance as you whip your head around to look for the person you knew often smelled like this.
Sure enough, he was right there standing behind you. Did he burn all of his candles? Why does he smell so strongly today? Taehyung places his hands on your shoulders, steadying you from looking around too much. He bends his head low and moves close to your ear.
“Saw you rolling your eyes there, y/l/n,” He whispers, trying to look discreet. The scent engulfs you even more—probably because his hair seems to absorb it all, and though you’re not exactly repulsed by it (you were pulled, even, though you’d never admit that), you try to act nauseated. “Darling, do I bother your thoughts that much?” He teases.
“Psh, please, Kim. You wish I was thinking of you,” You faked a gag. “And move—” You push his hands off your shoulders and wave your hand around your face as if to waft away something pungent, “I don’t know why but this room seems to smell an awful lot like you. It’s suffocating.”
Taehyung raises a brow, and looks at you with a confused look before talking in a not-so-discreet and surprised tone, “Me? You know, I was actually gonna say the same about you. It smells like your shampoo in here.”
“My shampoo? You’re literally right behind me!” You retorted through gritted teeth.
“No, I know! But like, it’s everywhe—“
“Now then,” Slughorn’s voice was much louder now, cutting Taehyung off, “Can anyone tell me what this potion is? Maybe Mr. Kim?” He asks, pointing to one of the cauldrons on his right. He definitely heard Taehyung talking.
Taehyung moves closer so he was standing next to you now. He stares into the cauldron, finding a colorless and odorless potion, but Taehyung only looks at him in confusion.
“Sir, is this Veritaserum?” Taehyung asks, his eyes narrowing in thought, “I don’t think it’s supposed to smell like anything, but I can’t really tell cause it smells like y/l/n in here—“
“Oh dear, my bad, sorry!” With a knowing smile, Slughorn covers one cauldron and suddenly the room stopped smelling like Taehyung. Taehyung seemed to be thinking the same thing because he looked back at you with a blank look on his face before turning back to the cauldron.
“It’s Veritaserum,” He concludes, “It’s a colorless and odorless potion that forces the drinker to tell the truth.” “Very good!” Slughorn praises him, “Now, can anyone tell me what this is?” Slughorn continues to ask students around to identify what kind of potion has been brewed along with its function. You raise your arm up every time and Taehyung laughs at how eager you look every moment that you do, earning him a death glare each time. Slughorn doesn’t call you once, but he finally does in the end.
“Now, Miss y/l/n. I know you know all the potions well, so would you do the honor of telling us what this one is?” Slughorn reopens the cauldron he had previously shut when Taehyung was identifying Veritaserum, and suddenly the room smells like him again.
Why does the scent make you feel comfortable yet nervous all at once?
You move towards the brew, heart pumping a little too loudly in your chest. You had your suspicions on what that potion really was, but that couldn’t be it, right?
Taehyung probably just burned all his candles or something, that’s why his scent was so strong today.
But upon seeing the liquid in the cauldron, you could already identify what it was by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen along with the characteristic spirals rising out of it.
“Amortentia,” You spoke, trying to sound calm. Taehyung, who was also secretly good in potions, looked up in shock and moved from his position to a place where he could clearly see your face to see your reaction.
“Very good! Will you tell us more about it?” Slughorn continued.
You nod in response, “Yes, well
 It’s the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s supposed to smell differently to each of according to what attracts us.” You stopped. Maybe he wasnïżœïżœt going to ask you what you could smell, but before you could move back, Slughorn trailed on.
“Correct! Now, can you describe what it is that you smell?” Slughorn smiled before turning to the rest of the class, “You all will have the chance to sniff it too.”
Your eyes widen and you gulped nervously as you moved back closer to the potion. You forced a smile and nodded to your professor before leaning into the cauldron and wafting the scent towards you.
“I smell
” You stared into the liquid before recognizing several scents, “Fresh paint
 scented candles
”
You could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Were you actually smelling Taehyung in amortentia? Taehyung, who would endlessly annoy the life out of you whenever he had the chance? Taehyung, who would argue with you over trivial things like food preferences? Taehyung, who recently kept “running into you” and ended up hanging out with you cause it “couldn’t be helped”? Taehyung, who would stay with you until late at night while you studied in the common room because you shouldn’t be “out there alone”?
Taehyung, who annoyed you but made you feel empty whenever he wasn’t around?
Or maybe it wasn’t actually him you were smelling. Maybe it’s just his scent that rubbed off on someone else? You couldn’t possibly be attracted to him when all you did was annoy each other and get on the other’s nerves.
But then again, you’ve never had a day where he failed to make you smile.
The final scent, proving that it really was him these scents were associated with, made you subconsciously glance over at him who was eyeing you with much curiosity. You quickly looked away and stared back at the liquid, feeling the heat spread upon your face and ears before quietly muttering, “
and strawberries.”
Your friends all stared at you in shock because even they knew the whole world associated strawberries with the one and only Kim Taehyung because it was his favorite fruit, after all. Walking back to your place, you kept a good distance from you and the cauldron to avoid being too immersed in the smell, now wanting it to be as far away as you kept mentally denying what just happened.
Taehyung stifled a laugh and tried to press his lips together to suppress himself from forming a wide grin. Slughorn, who caught onto what was happening, thanked you before calling onto Taehyung again.
“And what about you, Mr. Kim? Could you tell us what you smell in amortentia?” Slughorn motioned for him to move over. Taehyung looked nervous, he obviously wasn’t expecting himself to be called again. He gulps nervously and charmingly tries to offer someone else to sniff the potion, but Slughorn declines and tells him that he should do it.
Taehyung didn’t want to do it, but now he found himself forced to.
Now your only problem was the whole world now knew what—or rather, who attracted you. You knew Taehyung would smell someone else in that potion, it’s probably why he’s so against sniffing it right now. Like you said, all you did was annoy each other. You couldn’t expect him to like you back, could you? You could feel the embarrassment coming as Taehyung moved forward.
You kept your eyes on the floor, avoiding any form of eye contact with the boy you suddenly realized you had feelings for. Taehyung kept looking at you before focusing on the potion and leaning into the cauldron, wafting the scent towards him.
“I still smell your shampoo,” Taehyung spoke. You frown before looking up to see him looking at you. You could feel everyone’s attention transfixed on the both of you, eyes darting back and forth from you to him in amusement.
“It smells sweet, like flowers,” He continued wafting, “I also smell cinnamon
 and that perfume you wear, smells like cherries and violets.”
For a second it felt like the whole world stopped, and all you could do was stare at each other with expressions of disbelief. From afar, you could’ve sworn his cheeks were turning into a darker shade of pink, but then he had to walk back to his place after Slughorn had said something you didn’t pay attention to. Everyone else raised their hands up and took turns smelling the love potion.
The rest of the class was spent awkwardly making a potion called Felix Felicis and nothing else about Amortentia. Awkward, because Taehyung was working with you on the same table as he and his friends all couldn’t fit in one. Neither of you really spoke to each other, you were mostly just avoiding his stare while he tried to ask you for help in brewing to which you gave him short and monotonous answers. In your head, you couldn’t help but think that Slughorn made a big deal with amortentia just to stir something up.
Finally, the class ended and you were done with your potion. You handed yours in and Taehyung followed, but you noticed him trying to make his way to you causing you to pick up your pace. You excused yourself from your friends because frankly, you had no idea how to face him.
Plus, what if he was joking about what he smelled? He loved making you mad for a pastime, who’s to say he wasn’t just faking all the things he said?
You shook the thought out of your head, even you knew he wouldn’t go that far. You feel a small twinge of guilt at what you just thought, silently apologizing to no one.
As you brisk walked along the corridors, you felt a hand rest on your shoulder. You looked back to see Taehyung, face looking flushed as he looked at you. You almost dropped your books but caught hold onto all of them. Taehyung notices and takes the books from your hand. You couldn’t really decline; your throat was too dry to speak.
“I—“ He starts.
Taehyung, who always has something to say, has suddenly run out of words.
“You don’t need to say anything,” You spoke, voice filled with false confidence, “They’re just scents, you know. Don’t feel obligated to act on anything.”
You have no idea where all this was coming from, but maybe it’s because you didn’t want anything to feel forced between you two. Taehyung just stares at you before clearing his throat.
“Uh, right,” He chuckles, before taking a piece of paper from his pocket and slipping it into your books.
“What—?” You try to open the book to grab the paper, but Taehyung places his hand on the cover and closes it shut.
“Don’t!” He says a little too loudly, causing a few people glance at you two, “Don’t open it now, just
 open it later. When I’m not around.”
He flashes you a shy smile before turning to walk away, leaving you dumbstruck in the corridors. You watch as his figure slowly disappears into the crowd, making sure that he’s out of your sight before you open the book and pull the note out. Your heart beats wildly in your chest upon seeing what he wrote.
‘Meet me in the common room after dinner.’
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You don’t see Taehyung at all while you were having dinner in the great hall. Surprisingly, you found yourself worrying at the fact that he was skipping a meal, something you never knew you’d ever worry about. The upside was that he wouldn’t hear how your friends (and some of his) mercilessly teased you about what happened earlier at Slughorn’s class, saving you from the embarrassment you would’ve only felt if he were present. With Taehyung being the massive flirt that he is who could come up with a dirty joke within a half of a second, he might’ve actually played along with all the teasing.
Once you were done eating, you excused yourself from your friends telling them that you had forgotten something up at your dorm. Your pulse was beginning to fasten at every step that took you closer and closer to the common room, unsure of why Taehyung asked you to meet.
“Password?” The portrait of the fat lady asks.
“Abstinence,” You spoke.
As you walked in, you were once again greeted by the smell of blackcurrant berries and roses—the scent of Taehyung’s favorite candles. You were also surprised to sniff a few pastries that smelled of cinnamon, and as you made your way further into the room, you later realized that there were freshly baked cinnamon rolls laid out on a platter. The smell was overwhelmingly comforting.
Unsurprisingly, no one was around yet at this hour as people often hung around in the corridors during their free time. All except for one person who was seated on one of the couches, candles spread around on one of the table he sat in front of.
“____,” He looks up once he hears your footsteps. Your heart flutters at the sound of your first name falling off his lips instead of your last. Though he’s already called you by your first name before whenever you two were alone, it was something you still hadn’t gotten used to and filled your stomach with butterflies. Taehyung stands up from the couch and walks over to face you.
“Hi,” You greeted, a little awkwardly.
“Have you—um, eaten?” He asks, scratching the back of his head. The confident, cocky, and outgoing Kim Taehyung was bumbling mess now. It was endearing to see him like this, but it also rose a small ounce of confidence in you.
“I mean you did ask to meet after dinner, so, yeah, I think I’ve eaten,” You chuckled and he jokingly rolls his eyes at you while his tongue pressed against his cheek, a sight that took every effort in your body not to melt at.
“About earlier,” he starts, his expression softening and eyes looking deeply into yours, “I really didn’t want you to find out that way.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I really was planning on telling you. I was hoping to wait until the Celestial Ball since it’s coming up, but then Potions class happened and I didn’t know I’d be up there telling everyone I could smell ­you in the potio—“
“You were gonna wait ‘til the Celestial Ball?” You ask, raising a brow in amusement.
“Well, yeah. I was gonna ask you sooner or later,” He blushed and nervously scratched at his temple before turning a switch and changing back into his old demeanor, folding his arms and leaning in for your faces to meet, “Can’t have you dancing with anyone else other than me, can we?”
“I was gonna ask Cedric,” You lied with a straight face, “But whatever, I guess I could go with you.”
“You what?” He scoffed in disbelief before laughing at what he just heard, “Please, no you weren’t.” You only stared at him. “Please tell me you’re kidding,” His playful expression falters, “____? Hey!” He gently shakes your shoulders, causing you to break into a fit of laughter.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Geez, Kim,” You laughed, wiping a tear away from the corner of your eye as Taehyung glared at you.
“Wow, and to think I helped with baking all these cinnamon rolls for you,” he huffs.
“How sweet of you,” You said in a sarcastic tone, though you really meant it.
“Aren’t I?” He smirks and looks over at you, “So, I’m gonna scratch out whatever you said earlier.”
“And what exactly did I say?”
“’Don’t feel obligated to act on anything’, is what you said,” He raises a brow and folds his arms, “Yeah, as if. It’s like you don’t even know me.”
“I just meant I didn’t want to fo—“ You start talking defensively, but you stop talking as soon as Taehyung cups your face with his hands.
“Well I want to act on it, and it’s my decision. I’ve been trying to give you hints these past couple of weeks, but since you never really caught on
” He chuckles, hands travelling down to your waist to pull you closer which causes your breath to hitch, “I like you, in case you haven’t noticed.”
“How could I when all we ever do is annoy the crap out of each other?” You tell him, unable to help yourself from staring at his lips which were now eye-level with yours.
“What can I say? You’re pretty hot all riled up,” Taehyung smirks and earns himself a light punch on the chest, though it made you laugh nonetheless, “I’m sorry it’s just—I can’t lie. Are you staring at my lips? Does this mean you like me back?”
“Taehyung,” You looked back at him, using his first name for the first time, “I smelled you in my amortentia. Of course I like you.”
“Right. This is why the hat never considered me for Ravenclaw,” He mutters.
Taehyung places one of his hands on your chin and looks at you for any sign of hesitance. When he sees none, he smiles and pulls you in. Before you know it, your lips were crashed into the soft, pink ones you were staring at just a while ago. Maybe this is why the hat never considered you for Ravenclaw as well, because only now did all those “hints” make sense—all those nights staying up with you, keeping you company while you studied, all those accidental “run-ins”—they were all for you.
Breathing each other in, you could’ve sworn there might’ve been some freshly brewed amortentia lying around. Your mind was clouded with thoughts of him as you felt him smiling through the kiss prompting you to do the same. His lips tasted like sugar and cinnamon, probably from taste-testing all the cinnamon rolls he’d just baked, not that you were complaining. It was wonderful.
Taehyung finally pulls away with a small tug on his lips. The sight of your warm, red-tinted cheeks while you looked up at him was the prettiest thing he had ever laid his eyes on.
“Wanna disobey the fat lady’s password?”
That earned him another light punch, but no words of denial left your mouth.
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skepticalarrie · 2 years ago
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hey allie! i guess this ask isn’t much of a question lol but i’ve recently come back to tumblr (and really all things involving hl) and even if the time i’ve invested in them have decreased through the years bc of uni and life in general, i don’t think there’s anything that could ever change my mind about them no matter how many stunts have come our way.. lol if anything the fact that the stunts are still happening kinda proves our point! after taking a break last 2020 and your acc is one of my first stops since my hiatus to do some catching up so i’m glad to see that even though most of my old mutuals have kind of slowly disappeared, yours and a couple familiar blogs have remained..
speaking from experience, dealing with annoying stans are easily one of the biggest reasons why people up and leave social media but checking up on some larrie accs on twt on a new account, there is a growing circle among hl stans that do not deal with stunts and babygate. i left my old account and cut off any contact with previous mutuals on twitter bc of our difference in perspective so i have no one to ask, but do you know how and when the shift happened? it was kind of interesting that for the same reason i could have been eaten alive on twitter is exactly why that side of the fandom is thriving now.. (i know it’s kind of an unspoken rule to not bother with annoying twarries so i totally get it if you don’t end up answering this ask, just curious ^^)
Hey, dear. First of all, welcome back đŸ„°
I could be wrong but I think your question, in general, is more directed to twitter stans behaviour, and I don’t think I’m the best person to answer that but I can try hahaha. What I’ve noticed through the years is that yes, there are more annoying fans now than there were before. The environment has become more hostile towards larries each day and the constant doxxing and bullying discouraged a lot of larries to stick around and actively blogging, although they still support HL.
I think babygate was the thing that tore the fandom apart years ago and, quite honestly, that’s what still does. So maybe that is the reason a lot of larries choose not to engage with it. I mean, talking about stunts is usually what makes our replies and asks to get flooded with hateful comments and regardless of how we take that, it’s a heavy subject loaded with very dense discussions. Closeting, homophobia, PR relationships, marketing moves, fake pregnancies
 I mean, it’s not for everyone and I can’t blame people who are just trying to have a good time here instead of engaging with these topics. And as time goes by, it gets deeper and there are more questions left unanswered. It does tire you up.
Plus, the pandemic brought a lot of new fans, and many different kinds of perspectives and expectations. I think a lot of people became frustrated when they realised that this post-pandemic era - where Harry has the most annoying pr relationship ever and is stunting non-stop, and babygate is back with full force - it’s a pretty bad scenario stunt-wise. Harry is more famous than ever, Louis’ fanbase skyrocketed and his career is finally taking a path he seems happy with. And the stunts are still there, we’re still punching bags. So maybe that’s the shift you’re referring to, people are tired.
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hrina · 4 years ago
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The Thrill of the Chase, Pt. I
PAIRING: Harry x Reader RATING: M WORD COUNT: 3.6k REQUESTED: no
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hi! it’s been a while since i’ve posted something on here lol, i wonder if anyone still remembers me đŸ€•
this is PART 1 of the hunter!AU that i’ve been writing. while the story is a patreon-exclusive, my patrons gave me permission to post the first chapter here on tumblr for anyone who’s curious about the kind of content i offer on patreon. 
if you want to read the rest of this series and unlock access to my other exclusive work, you can sign up for my patreon here. and as always, please reblog the fics you like and leave feedback for the authors, because we pour a lot of time and effort into our stories. happy reading 💌
~*~
Harry’s life is simple.
He performs only the essentials—wakes up and eats an apple for breakfast. Drizzles some lemon juice into his flask of water to keep his teeth healthy and clean. Shrugs on a few heavy furs. Lets Magnus outside to keep him from howling and pawing at the door. Sharpens his arrows. Knocks on the threshold of the cabin once for good luck. Goes hunting.
Upon returning, he crouches next to the firepit, laying out his kills and skinning them. He cooks one for himself—something small, like a squirrel, or a rabbit. Others, he saves for the market—fox, deer, coyote, boar. The pelts, tusks, and antlers are extremely sought-after (particularly by nobles), and often earn enough coin to carry him through the rest of the week.
He doesn’t entertain visitors, because who in their right mind would trek up the side of a mountain just to seek out one lonely hunter? Despite that, he’s come to appreciate his solitude. The silence is familiar—comfortable. Besides, Magnus proves both excellent and useful company, if the sheer volume of their kills offers any indication.
A simple life for a simple man.
Harry doesn’t need anyone else.
“Ready to go, mutt?”
He scratches behind Magnus’ droopy ears. One of the hound’s hindlegs thumps frantically in response. Harry chuckles, slinging his bow over his right shoulder and pulling open the cabin door.
“Come on, then.”
The sky is a dark, cloudy grey, and the smell of oncoming rain is unmistakable. Still, the two of them persevere, ducking past the trees at the edge of the clearing.
It’s a bad day to hunt.
With the threat of a storm looming just above the canopy, the animals have forgone their typical foraging patterns in favour of taking shelter. Harry only manages to kill a rabbit, and even then, it’s a messy shot. He usually gets them right through the eye—a quick, neat splice that results in minimal suffering. This time, however, his foot slips on a damp stone; he fumbles, and the arrow buries itself into the creature’s stomach.
“Fuck.”
The rabbit is still alive when he reaches it, its furry body heaving with shaky, uneven breaths. Harry kneels down, apologising quietly. His hand finds the scabbard strapped to his waist, and he draws a silver dagger from its depths.
He slits the poor hare’s throat just as rain begins to fall.
It’s easy work, after that. He pins the animal’s fluffy forelimbs together, tying them in place with thick, coarse rope. Magnus whimpers as Harry slides the creature’s limp body over his shoulder. He shoots the hound a tired look and shakes his head. Damp brown curls stick to his temples.
“Think that’s enough for today.”
The two of them have nearly made it back home—Harry’s boots squelch as he jumps over the small creek that flows close to the clearing—when Magnus perks up, lifting his snout and sniffing the air.
“What is it, mutt?” Harry asks.
Magnus releases a loud bark and takes off in the direction of the cabin. Harry sprints after him, one hand clutching his game while the other wraps around the leather grip of his bow.
“Magnus!” he yells.
The dog skids to a stop next to the wide trunk of a tree. He barks again and wags his tail feverishly.
Harry releases his bow, approaching with slow, cautious steps.
“What’s got you so—shit.”
You’re slumped in the mud, unconscious. Harry’s gaze rakes over your form, from your tattered blue gown to the leaves and twigs tangled in your hair. There are a few cuts littered across your face, arms, and chest. Rivulets of blood trickle down your wrist, spiderwebbing across your skin.
Magnus sticks his tongue out and pants.
“Good boy,” Harry mutters, bestowing a rugged caress atop the hound’s head.
He gathers you into his arms, paying no mind to the extra weight of your sodden dress. Your neck lolls over his bicep, sternum rising and falling with shallow, barely-there breaths. Harry carries you out of the forest and into the clearing. When he kicks open the cabin door, your eyelids flutter.
“Bear?” you mumble, lifting your head slightly. Your voice is grating, hoarse.
He looks at you. Your face contorts for only a moment before you slouch back into oblivion.
He sets you down onto the thick, woven rug splayed out in front of the hearth. He works quickly, shrugging off his furs and his game and discarding all of it without a second thought. Rain thrums against the roof, but the sound is lost amidst his heavy footsteps.
He hurries into his bedroom and pulls open the top drawer of his wooden dresser, fumbling for a glass jar and a spool of bandages. When his fingers finally make contact with the desired supplies, he darts back into the other room and kneels beside your motionless body.
He draws his dagger again, gripping the intricate material of your gown and slicing through it. Your corset proves far more challenging, practically embedded into your skin. He sets his knife aside, not willing to risk it. Instead, he hooks his fingers beneath the top of the girdle, rough knuckles brushing against your soft bosom. With a mighty tug, the structured fabric splits under his palms.
He screws open the lid on the jar and dips his thumb inside. The salve is sticky, viscous, and smells faintly of lavender. He smears it across your scrapes before inspecting your wrist.
The flesh is slashed and bloodied—how did you acquire such an injury? Canines? Claws? Harry uses the frayed edges of your dress to clean the mess. He then unwinds a few bindings from their roll, expertly bandaging your wound.
Once he’s finished, he sits back on his haunches, expelling a stale breath. His work is far from over—he needs to wash you, to scrub off all the dirt and grime staining your skin. He’ll go down to the creek with a cloth, he thinks, and saturate it with cool water. He’ll pick the leaves and branches out of your hair, and cover you in spare furs to keep you warm. He’ll prepare a hot meal so that you may eat when you wake. You’ll be ravenous, certainly.
These thoughts whirl around in his head, along with the realisation that you might expire here, lying on an old rug in the middle of a stranger’s secluded home. Still, he watches your chest rise, swelling with proof of your vitality. The sight puts him at ease.
Harry aims a cursory glance over his shoulder. Magnus is stationed at the door, wet snout resting on the ground. The dog gazes at your limp body with big, solemn eyes, as though he somehow understands the severity of the situation.
“Don’t worry, mutt,” Harry tells him, knees shuffling against the floor. “I won’t let her die.”
~*~
Three days pass.
Harry curtails the duration of his hunts. He kills only the essentials: a hare or a squirrel, something small enough to cook over the fire. He has enough coin saved up from his previous trades to last him another few trips to the market.
Every morning, he prepares a simple, homely meal for you should you wake. When you do not, he eats the food in your place—he’ll be damned if it goes to waste.  
On the fourth day, he carries a bowl of soup into his room. He’s expecting to see you tucked into his bed, still unconscious. Instead, you’re alert, sitting upright and studying your surroundings. The furs that previously covered your body now pool around your waist, exposing your naked chest. When you catch sight of Harry lingering in the doorway, you gasp, fumbling for the pelts and clutching them to your sternum.
“You’re up,” he says gruffly, stepping through the threshold.
You scramble back, eyes widening in fear. He pauses.
You’re afraid, he realises, tilting his head to the side. This may be more difficult than he initially thought.
“Soup,” he says slowly, holding out the small clay bowl in his hands. “You need to eat.”
“Who are you?” you ask. Your voice is patchy and frail. “Where am I?”
He sets the dish down onto his dresser before shooting you a stern, expectant look.
“Eat.”
Upon exiting the room, he strains his ears and listens carefully. The creak of a loose floorboard—you’ve climbed out of bed. The sound of nimble footsteps pattering across the ground—you’re moving toward the door. And finally, the quiet scrape of clay against wood, indicating that your hunger has prevailed.
He nods to himself.
You’re not dead. That’s a start.
~*~
That evening, Harry is perched next to the firepit outside the cabin. The orange sun crawls down the horizon, kissing the tops of the trees. He basks in the warmth, knowing that it will soon be eradicated by the cool chill of nightfall.
He fiddles with the spit poised above the flames. He caught another rabbit, today. The creature’s fur is laid out across the grass, scrubbed clean of blood. The rest of it cooks over the fire, darkening with each passing minute.
A faint creak reaches Harry’s ears. He perks up, glancing at the door.
You hover just beyond the threshold, leaning nervously against the strong wooden beams. Harry relaxes and turns back around. He uses a long stick to poke at the charred logs; the kindling pops, and a few embers float into the air.
“What are you doing?” Your inquiry is soft, shaky.
His reply is curt: “Dinner.”
You approach warily, bare feet treading through the grass. When you spot the hunk of meat roasting over the flames, a feeble gasp tumbles from your lips.
“That’s barbaric.”
Harry rubs his palms against his thighs. “That’s sustenance.”
He stands, and you retreat. His attention then falls to your torso. You’ve covered yourself with the furs from his room; they hang just past the swell of your bottom, rendering you exceptionally vulnerable. Goosebumps crop up on your bare thighs, visible in the golden light of the sunset.
He hums. “You need clothes.”
You look down at the ground.
“That would be nice,” you whisper at last.
He merely grunts in response.
You follow him back inside, albeit from a distance. He strolls into his bedroom, pausing in front of a large trunk shoved against the far wall. Twin latches click open, and he begins rifling through its contents. After a few moments of silence, he produces a pale linen shirt and a pair of dark leather trousers.
“Here,” he says.
He dumps the fabric into your arms. You huff in surprise, instinctively relinquishing your hold on the pelts covering your body. They fall to the floor in a heap, exposing every inch of your skin.
An embarrassed squeak echoes in the back of your throat. Harry averts his eyes, staring pointedly up at the ceiling.
“Put those on,” he murmurs.
You nod quickly, sidestepping his broad frame. Now that you’re no longer in his line of sight, he lowers his gaze. Part of him wonders if he should say something else, but he decides against it. His legs carry him forward, and he disappears through the door.
~*~
You emerge from the bedroom a short while later, smoothing your hands over your hair in an attempt to look a bit more presentable. Harry resists the urge to tell you that here, in the mountains, appearances are hardly significant. He doesn’t own a mirror—such luxuries can only be afforded by the rich.
His clothes are too big on you, but that was to be expected. You’ve rolled up the sleeves of his linen shirt and cuffed the brown leather trousers so that they cinch at your ankles. You’re anxious, incisors gnawing on your bottom lip and eyes darting around the clearing, like you’re waiting for a monster to burst forth from the bushes.
“Here.”
Harry cuts a sliver of meat from the cooked rabbit carcass resting on the spit. You sit down on a wide, round tree stump as he holds the food out in your direction.
At first, he thinks that you may vomit. Fortunately, though, he finds himself mistaken. After a long moment of deliberation, you accept the protein, bringing it up to your nose and sniffing it warily.
“It’s good,” he rasps, slicing off another strip for himself. “Rabbit—all white meat.”
He pops the piece into his mouth and chews. Slowly, you copy him, sighing happily as newfound flavour erupts over your tongue. You waste no time, then, impatiently shoving the rest of the meat into your mouth.
Harry’s lips twitch.
“Thank you,” you say after swallowing.
He simply nods. The two of you continue to eat in silence, grinding the remnants of supper between your teeth.
Eventually, your curiosity overwhelms you.
“What’s you name?” you ask, timid.
Harry sits back, wiping his dagger with the hem of his cotton shirt.
“Harry.”
“And how did you find me, Harry?”
A low chuckle resonates in the back of his throat.
“Wasn’t exactly hard. You were lying in a puddle of mud not far from here.”
Your lips part. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Three days.”
“Three days?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t remember any of it,” you say softly, playing with your fingers. You hesitate before elaborating: “But I—I remember seeing your face. I thought you were a bear.”
He recalls that day, how you lifted your head weakly and uttered the word before sinking back into unconsciousness. It led him to believe that you’d been attacked. Your side of the story, however, proves much more entertaining.
“Well,” he says, exhaling brusquely, “I’m not.”
You examine him with big, tender eyes. He shifts awkwardly under the intensity of your gaze.
“No,” you finally agree. “You’re not.”
He swallows and flips the conversation around.
“Who are you?”
You stiffen, caught off-guard.
“That is
hardly relevant.”
“Perhaps,” Harry says. “But it is fair.”
When you don’t reply, he continues.
“You’re a lady, aren’t you?” he guesses. “A duchess. Your gown was too pretty to have belonged to a commoner.”
“My gown?” You perk up at the mention of the dress. “Where is it?”
“Gone. I tore through it.”
You gasp. “Why on earth would you do that?”
“It was the only way to keep you alive,” he says simply. “Your corset was impeding your ability to breathe.”
“My corset
” you mutter, mostly to yourself. You grimace after registering the implications of his words, thoroughly scandalized. “So, you—you—?”
“Yes. I had to.”
“God,” you choke out, covering your mouth. “How dare you? You should have just—!”
“Let you die?”
His query successfully squashes your disapproval; your lips flatten into a thin line, and you say nothing else. Harry watches the creases in your forehead dwindle as you realise that he’s right. You fiddle with the collar of your shirt, turning to the side and regaining your composure.
“Thank you,” you finally murmur, trying to hide your face from his piercing stare, “for not letting me die.”
He grunts. “You’re welcome.”
Brief silence ensues. A light breeze blows through the clearing, tousling the curls atop Harry’s head. The gust is enough to extinguish the last few flames frolicking over the kindle, until glowing embers are all that remain.
“I am a lady,” you suddenly add, though you refuse to meet his eyes. “But not a duchess.”
Harry leans forward, prodding at the residual ash in the firepit.
“What were you doing in the woods?”
You tinker with the bandages wrapped around your injured wrist.
“I was to be wed,” you confess, peeking up at him. “But I—I could not bear to go through with it. One should not marry for duty, but rather—”
“For love?”
You pause at his intrusion, lips parted in surprise.
“Yes,” you breathe. “For love.”
Your gazes lock. He clears his throat, breaking the contact quickly.
“You ran away, then.”
It’s not a question. You nod, and he hums.
“What is it?” you ask, brows knitting together.
“Nothing. It’s just
I may find good fortune in this situation.”
“How so?”
He shrugs. “Any man with sense would carry you down this peak, deliver you back to your family, and collect a hefty reward.”
Though he’s not looking at you, he can tell that you’ve recoiled.
“Please don’t,” you whisper.
He examines your face in the periphery of his vision. Your eyes glisten with unshed tears.
Just then, Magnus races out of the cabin, his tail wagging eagerly behind him. He trots over to you, sniffing your shoulder and releasing a high-pitched whine. You use one hand to swipe hastily at your cheeks; the other migrates to his head, tickling his floppy ears.
Harry watches the interaction unfold, completely stunned.
“He—he likes you.”
You glance over at him, still wary of his previous threat.
“I suppose he does,” you say quietly.
Magnus paws at your thighs. You direct your attention back to the keen bloodhound, pressing a feathery kiss to the tip of his wet nose.
Harry blinks a few times, trying to pinpoint the reason for his mutt’s newfound behaviour. At first, he wonders if his eyes are simply playing tricks on his brain. Yet with each flutter of his lids, the sight before him only seems to solidify.
“He doesn’t usually take well to strangers,” he mumbles.
When you don’t respond, he clenches his jaw tightly. Countless thoughts zoom through his head, spinning like wheels, tangling like thread.
Any man with sense would carry you down this peak, deliver you back to your family, and collect a hefty reward.
Harry is not a sensible man.
~*~
The three of you retreat indoors when the last shards of sunlight fade from the sky. Magnus circles the large woven rug poised in front of the hearth. Eventually, he collapses onto the mat, his snout drooping over his front paws. You stretch your arms into the air and yawn gently.
Harry is the last one to enter the cabin; he shuts the door behind him.
“Thank you again for dinner,” you say lightly.
You spin around and nearly crash into the hard barrier of his chest. Reflexively, his hands fly up to grasp your biceps, steadying you. He peers down at your face in the darkness, his thoughtful gaze tracing the contours of your cheeks. Your eyes are wide, lips split apart as you suck in air.
“Sorry,” you say, frozen in place.
He only grunts, releasing your arms and stepping away.
Your attention lingers on him as he approaches a wide pile of furs stacked into the corner of the room. He’s been sleeping on the makeshift cot for the past three nights, and though his back is always sore the next morning, he has yet to find a better alternative.
“What are you
?” You hesitate, rethinking your question. “What is that?”
“My bed.”
“Do you
always sleep there?”
“No,” he rasps, lowering himself onto the thick pelts. “I prefer to sleep in my room.”
He shoots you a pointed look, and you frown when the realisation sinks in.
“We—we can switch,” you say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. “I don’t want to impose.”
“No.”
“I insist.” You try again.
“As do I.”
You clamp your mouth shut, unsure of how to respond. Magnus has already dozed off—his soft snores filter through the heavy silence hanging over your heads.
“He’s lovely,” you suddenly say, referring to the quiescent hound. “Well-trained, too.”
“I won’t take credit for that,” Harry grumbles, rubbing his palms against his thighs. “He was a palace dog.”
You blink. “W-what?”
“A palace dog,” he repeats. “I found him alone in the woods after a hunt. His leg was broken—the guards left him there to die.”
“That’s awful.”
He hums in agreement.
“You took him in, then,” you say. When he nods, you add, “It seems that you have a knack for nursing others back to health.”
He doesn’t reply.
“The hunts—” you start, chewing nervously on your bottom lip. “Do they
occur frequently?”
“Why do you ask?” Harry says. His shoulders wobble with a hollow chuckle. “Are you afraid of being caught?”
You inhale sharply, and he realises that yes, you are.
“No,” he says, shaking his head. Subconsciously, his voice drops an octave, taking on a soothing quality. “They don’t come around often. And even if they did, I doubt that a single runaway lady would be of much concern.”
You blow out a relieved sigh, though the uneasy expression on your face never wanes.
“You’re probably right.”
A few hushed seconds draw out, during which neither of you speak. Your bare feet shuffle clumsily against the cold floor. You appear to be waiting for some sort of cue—a sound, a gesture, anything.
“Er—” Harry breaks the peace, cocking one eyebrow. “I sleep naked.”
“Oh.”
The exclamation is unbelievably breathless. Your throat bobs amidst a difficult swallow, and you totter back.
“Of course,” you stammer. “I’ll just—”
With a trembling hand, you motion toward the entrance of his bedroom.
He nods wordlessly.
“Right,” you mumble, retreating. “Goodnight, then
Bear.”
At that, he pauses. Your cheeks twitch with a feeble smile, but you don’t comment on the sweetness of the simple endearment.
Harry remains completely still as you scurry into his room. He sits there for a prolonged moment after the door shuts, trying to make sense of his thoughts. Your features have been stamped onto the backs of his eyelids, practically seared into the skin.
At last, warm air spills past his lips, and he allows himself to utter the low, relentless reply pulling at his tongue.
“Goodnight.”
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