#i’ve said before that he only looks so good because he’s standing next to Harry

[disco-elysium-sideblog]

The thing is, if Kim was in, like, a cop show? I probably wouldn’t like him nearly as much. It’s the fact that he’s a video game character, that it feels like you’re developing a relationship with him and not just idly watching, that makes his character so gripping

[enalovesharry]

Out of a dream

summary : you and THE harry styles had a one night stand.. the night was a blur so the morning you wake up you’re quite surprised.

warnings : mentions of sex, swearing, fluff?? pls let me know if there was anything else!!

*HEY GUYS!!! first of all I want to thank you for everything on my first ever writing post, i know it’s not the best thing you’ve ever read, it’s definitely not the best thing I’ve written but I didn’t expect that much love. I’m so sorry for just disappearing, life has been very busy but I will get back to things soon! p.s this is how y/n will be in most of my writings, not shy, very outgoing and sarcastic!!!*

Last night was very much a blur.

The only thing you remember was drinking at a random club in the Hollywood Hills, then stumbling into a SUV before everything else was just a blackout.

Waking up to the sun beaming onto your face, your eyes flutter open, hand coming up to block the bright light from your eyes. Although everything seems quite normal, you feel a heavy thing over your torso and a soft aroma of a Tom Ford cologne, pushing yourself up quickly you scan the room, confused on how you might of ended up here.

Well, you already know because the most logical reason would be that you wanted to get someone’s dick wet. You look down to see if the man you pleasured was good looking at-least and-

“Holy fuck.” Your eyes widen, your heart beating out of your chest as you freeze. Harry fucking Styles is sleeping right beside you, curls sticking up left and right, you realise his face was buried into your stomach because of the red mark on it.

You also realise you both were naked, quickly scrambling out of the bed- or wait, his bed. You grab your panties from the floor pulling them up, panic mode absolutely activated.

You hear him moving on the bed, sheets rustling as he sits up, glancing to him he’s stretching his arms above his head, turning his head to you and you notice the panic now evident on his face.

“Hey.. uhh, are you okay? Did I scare you or something, I promise I didn’t kidnap you.” He watches you as you put on your bra, grabbing your shirt and jeans to put on.

“I didn’t realise I literally just fucked Harry Styles, sorry.” Looking into the full-size mirror he has next to the bed you fix your hair up, not noticing how he’s got out of his bed and put his boxers back on, you also didn’t notice how he winced from what you said, he didn’t like when he was labeled as just a famous celebrity a random girl had fucked after having the best sex he’s ever had.

“Hey, chill out. Calm down I’m not gonna like bite you or anything. Unless..” he walks up behind you, looking at you through the mirror.

“Harry, this isn’t funny. 15 year old me would be absolute screaming right now that I actually finally fucked Harry Styles.” Your face blooms in redness at the confession, you see him raise his eyebrows in the mirror, smiling.

“‘S really cute y’know, your dream coming true. You don’t have to go right now.” His hands find their way to your hips, pulling you back into his chest as you keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror, clipping your earrings back into your ears.

You practically lose your breath as his hands caress your hips, all you want to do is pounce onto him and fuck him yet again. But you can’t, you always tended to have attachment issues and having them with Harry Styles was not the way to go.

You had to continue on with life and hide the fact that you hooked up with Harry in the back of your head.

“I have to go, Harry. I have a home and a life, maybe we can hook up some other time in like 3005 or something!” You muster up a smile for him, turning to look up at him, his eyes shine a beautiful emerald green, a dimple pokes out of his cheek, his lips a beautiful shade of pink.

Oh you wanted him so bad again, you knew Harry, from his music of course but you didn’t know or let’s say like him enough to be a fan, that’s for sure. He tugs on your hips again, your hands coming to his waist to brace yourself.

You did wonder if this is what the routine was with all his hookups, fuck them till he was satisfied? Part of you also didn’t think so as he was such a gentleman.

“Come on, darling. Jus’ a little bit longer? I promise, this is not what happens wit’ all the girls I have seen.” The pet name makes you all giddy, your hand coming up to comb through his chocolate curls.

“Are you just trying to make me feel bad for you so then I can follow your music and promote it and whatever?” You ask, eyebrow raising. You see he’s taken aback by that, his eyebrows creasing.

“No, no! Y/N im so sorry if it looks that way, oh my god. I promise that’s not- that’s definitely not what I’m trying to do.” You giggle at his panic, a little surprised that he remembered your name.

“I’m just kidding.” You smile as he pushes his bottom lip out in a soft pout, without thinking you push up onto your tippy toes, pressing your lips against his soft ones, he kisses you back almost instantly, innocently pecking your lips a few times before he slips his tongue into your mouth.

Harry then lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he moves back to the bed, mumbling something softly against your lips.

“Maybe you could give me your number or something if I prove to you that the night was really worth it.” He pulls away, a smirk on his lips, you laugh, biting your bottom lip softly.

“Yeah, yeah. Dream on Watermelon Sugar singer.”

You see a spark in his eyes and as he leans back in to kiss you again your vision goes black.

You feel heat on your body and your eyes snap open, the sun beaming on you, yet again. You look around the room, sitting up, you’re in your own room. You look beside you, a messy empty spot beside you.

Your head then whips to someone walking into the bedroom, it was your fiancée, a bright smile planted on his face seeing you’re finally awake.

“You were having a good dream so I didn’t want to wake you, sounded like you were having fun.” He wiggles his eyebrows, coming to move onto the bed, pulling you into his chest.

“Yeah, it was about the first time i met you.” You plant a kiss onto his bare chest, arms wrapping around his waist.

“Ohh, s’right when I was Watermelon Sugar boy.” He smiles, kissing the top of your head. “Lucky you finally gave into giving me your number and accepted me into your life, hey? Now m’getting married to my one night stand in two weeks.”

“You’re still a loser, Harry. And no I’m still not following your Spotify even when we’re married.” You mumble against him.

“Dang it.”

hehe lol this has no plot xx

dividers by @firefly-graphics 🤍

[samaraannhan20]

Harry Styles Imagine: College AU! The Eras Tour

Warnings: college!reader, fem!reader, mentions of anxiety, age gap

September 2023

“Hey luv?” I hear Harry call out for me from the bedroom. 

“What’s up?” I say as I walk in holding my laptop so I can continue the homework I had been working on. 

“Do you still have a lot of homework to do?” he asks, and I look up from what I was doing and look at him, placing the laptop on the dresser and walking over to him, standing next to him as he sits at the edge of the bed.  

“Um yes and no. Why?”

“I have a surprise for you, and I don’t think I can keep it a secret anymore,” he says, and I step in between his legs and rest my arms over his shoulders. 

“What is it?” I say, and then lean forward and give him a kiss. “You know how I feel about surprises,” I say when I pull back and he laughs.

“Yes, to quote you ‘as long as you know every detail ahead of time you love surprises.’ They just can’t be blindfolded in the car with no idea what is happening,” he says laughing. 

“Absolutely correct. I mean, I have really strong deduction skills, so usually even if I’m blindfolded in the car I can still figure it out, but then I feel bad and act as though I didn’t. As long as I know exactly what is happening at least a day prior to it happening it can be a surprise.”

“Right. Well this surprise is two months in advance, so hopefully that is plenty of time,” he says with a small laugh and I smile.

“Okay so gimme. Or tell me. Whichever applies in this situation,” I say, and he gently grabs my waist and pushes me back so he can stand up. He gives me a quick kiss and then turns us.

“You sit on the bed, and turn the tv on. I need to grab my phone so I can airplay this to the television,” he says, and I do what he said. I sit on the bed with my legs crossed under me,  right at the end of the bed so I’m closer to the TV and grab the remote, turning it on. He walks back into the room right as I get it pulled up to the airplay screen, and connects his phone. All I can see is a black screen, so I look at him with a look of confusion. 

“Are you ready?” he asks, and I smile. 

“Babe, I’ve been ready. What is going on?” 

“Okay so you know how at the Grammy’s I got to talk to Taylor for a little?” he asks, and I nod my head, remembering the conversation we had afterwards. “Okay well we talked a little about you, and I left that out when I first told you the story because with your school schedule I didn’t know if we could make anything work.”

“Make what work?” I ask him, grabbing his hand. 

“Just wait. Anyway, I talked to her about you that night, told her all about you, told her how we met, how much I love you, all sorts of things like that,” he says, and my jaw drops. 

“You told Taylor Swift about me? The Taylor Swift? Your ex-girlfriend Taylor Swift?” I say, a look of shock completely taking over my face.

“Yes. What other Taylor Swift is there? And why wouldn't I tell her? We may not be engaged yet but I do fully intend on marrying you,” he says, and then places a quick kiss on my lips before pulling back and continuing. “I also told her about how when she announced her tour  you got all excited and waited in the ticketmaster queue and didn’t get any tickets and how sad you were, she had an idea. So I needed the airplay to show you the video I got from her, for you, the other day,” he says, and then takes my chin in his hand, and gently turns it towards the TV. 

“Hey Y/N!” the video starts as the screen lights up and Taylor appears on the screen. “I’ve heard so much about you from that amazing man of yours! You chose a good man,” she says, and I turn to Harry really quick, just for him to point me back to the screen, causing me to turn back. “He texted me last week and told me he had worked out a day for you guys to come to a show. So you better start looking for an outfit, because on November 11th you will be coming to the Eras Tour in Buenos Aires!” she exlcaims in the video, and I look at Harry, only to be pointed towards the screen again. “Not only will you be here but I told Harry I could get you guys into the friends and family tent, and I have some more surprises for you when you get here. I am so excited to meet you!” she says, and then the video ends, and  I just sit there staring at the screen in silence, unmoving.

“Luv?” Harry questions from next to me after I’ve been sitting there for probably a minute. 

“Hm?” I hum, still not moving my eyes or turning my body from the blank screen in front of me. 

“Are you… um… still with me?” 

“I’m physically still here. My mind is blown though,” I say, finally turning my head to look at him. “I mean, you got your ex-girlfriend to not only give us tickets to her sold out show, but put us in her friends and family tent. I didn’t realize the two of you were so close.”

“Y/N, are you jealous?” he asks with a teasing lilt in his voice. 

“Yes and no. I’m half still in shock, and half jealous because she’s Taylor Swift, a famous popstar, and your ex, and I’m just… me,” I say, looking down at my hands. 

“You don’t actually believe that do you?” he asks, taking my hands in one of his, and lifting my chin up with the other. “She may be my ex, and a popstar, but you are everything to me. You light up my sad days, you care about hearing about my days, how recording is going, how my family is. You are the person I want to come home to,” he says and then presses a quick kiss to my lips. “ Now, if this makes you uncomfortable and you don’t want to go I would complete-” he starts, and I cut him off, placing my hand over his mouth.

“Nope, we’re going. I’ve wanted this for so long. I just got a little jealous and insecure. I want to go and meet Taylor Swift. Can you imagine if we hit it off and become  best friends? I’d be part of her crew and…” I keep going as Harry just laughs and pulls me in for a hug, placing a kiss on my forehead. 

“There’s my girl,” he mutters as I continue jabbering on. 

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October 2023

“I can’t believe you hired Lambert to put together era’s tour outfits for us,” I say as I stand in front of the garment bags that are hanging over our closet doors. 

“It was stressing you out, and you needed to focus on school. It was nothing. Basically it was the same as the outfits for the last show on tour, just different outfits” he says, wrapping his arms around me and placing a kiss on the top of my head. 

“So can I look yet?” I ask, toying with the zipper on the bag that has my name on it. 

“Is your homework done?” he asks with a teasing lilt. 

“Yes it’s done. I wouldn’t be standing in the bedroom if it wasn’t. These garment bags have been teasing me since I got home and came in here to change,” I respond with a little eye roll, and he squeezes my waist before letting me go. 

“Go ahead. Open that bag up,” he says, and I take the step it takes to reach the garment bag and yank the zipper down. 

“Wow. Lambert really kills it every time,” I say as I reach out to touch the fabric of the dress. 

“Yeha, ‘at’s why I keep hiring ‘im,” Harry says, and I laugh. 

“Is there shoes that go with it?” I ask, turning back to Harry and walking towards him, wrapping my arms around his waist. 

“Yes and no. He got a pair of shoes for you to wear with the outfit, but I thought you might like some shoes that were more comfy,” he says, and unwinds from me, before walking into the closet. “So I’m going to show you both options, and over the next month you can make the choice before we leave.” 

“Babe, we both know I’m going to pretend like I want to wear the uncomfortable ones, but I will wind up wearing the comfy ones,” I say as he steps back into the bedroom.

“Exactly. Hence why you have two options. Okay, here are the uncomfortable ones,” he says, and holds out a shoebox. I take it from him and open it. 

“Okay but these are really cute,” I say, putting the box on the bed and taking one of the boots out. “And they would go perfectly with the outfit. And they probably wouldn’t be that uncomfortable,” I say, and then slip it on. I slip the other one on and then stand up and walk around the room. “These aren’t so bad. They just feel like boots.”

“Well they are an option. Do you want to see the comfortable pair?”

“Have you met me?” I ask as I sit down on the edge of the bed and start to take the boots off. Right as I get the second one off Harry steps in front of me holding a box of Converse. “Ooh Converse,” I say as I take them out of his hand, and he laughs. 

“I know you better than you think I do,” he says, pressing a kiss to my forehead before moving next to me and putting the boots back in the box as I take the Converse out. 

“These also match perfectly!” I exclaim as I look at them. “Did you pick these or did Lamb pick them?” 

“I picked these. Lambert sent me pictures before he finalized them, and I saw the shoes, so I went online and ordered you these because I knew they’d get here around the same time.”

“Babes I’m gonna be honest, these will definitely be the shoes I wind up wearing at the concert. However I’ll wear the boots on a date night or something,” I tell him, placing the box next to me and reaching out for him. “Can we go to bed now?” I ask, shoving both shoeboxes to the side and laying back. 

“Yeah,” he says with a laugh. “But before that did you want to see the outfit he put together for me?” he asks, and I sit back up. 

“Yes! I got so distracted that I forgot!” I exclaim, and he walks over to the closet, pulling the zipper on his garment bag down. “Midnights!” I exclaim, jumping up and walking over to him and his garment bag. “This is great! I would have put you in something 1989 style because… well… You know. But this is even better! It is so close to your style!” 

“Well Lambert has been dressing me for years now, he would know my style,” he says, and I laugh. “He also said that he considered something 1989 style, but ultimately decided on this. And I’m wearing my pair of Satellite stompers from the Grammy’s.”

“It was a good choice. You’re gonna look great,” I say, and then grab his hand. “I would love to go to sleep now,” I say, and he laughs, allowing me to tug him to the bed with me. 

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“This is so exciting!” I exclaim as we deboard our plane in Buenos Aires. “It’s so pretty here!”

“It is,” Harry replies, wrapping his arm around me as soon as we are both back on solid ground. “So, I have a question,” he says as we climb into the car that was waiting for us. 

“Okay, hit me with it,” I say as I settle in next to him. 

“Would you like to go to dinner with Taylor and Travis?” he asks, and I choke on the drink of water I had been taking. 

“WhAt?” I ask once I can breathe again. 

“Taylor invited us to dinner. Would you like to go?” he repeats, and I just gape at him. 

“What?” I ask again, still in shock. 

“I know you heard what I said and that you’re just in shock. So I’m just going to let you sit there in this,” he says with a smile, and leans over and places a kiss on my forehead. I sit there in silence, still shocked by the question for another few minutes. 

“What time?” are the first two words I mutter after probably five minutes. 

“Around 7:30,” he says, and I look at the time. 

“Yeah I would like to go,” I say, looking at him. 

“Are you sure? I know there’s a lot of things running through your mind right now. You can say no. I’ll understand, and so will they,” he says, and I smile and scoot closer to him on the bench seat. 

“You know me so well. But yeah. I’m sure. It’s going to be amazing,” I tell him, and then press my lips to his. 

A few hours later I’m standing in front of the mirror in our hotel room. 

“I feel like this looks awful,” I say, running my hands over the dress I had put on for this dinner. 

“You look amazing. And honestly, I have a feeling that Taylor will be wearing something similar,” Harry says, holding my satellite stompers from the last show up in the air. 

“No, I feel like I should wear nice shoes,” I say, grabbing a pair of heels from the floor. 

“Okay. If you think you’ll be comfortable,” he says, and I nod. 

“I’ll be okay. It’s dinner. Mostly sitting anyway,” I say, and then sit on the edge of the bed to put them on. I slip them on, and then hold my foot out. “Will you buckle these?” I ask Harry, and he laughs, before kneeling on the floor and grabbing my foot. When he finishes buckling one shoe he drops my foot and taps my other leg, and I lift that foot towards him and he buckles that one as well. 

“Wow,” I say when I stand up a moment later. “I forgot that in these shoes I’m almost as tall as you.” He laughs and tugs me to him, pulling me in for a kiss. 

“Are you ready to go?” he asks when he releases me, and I laugh nervously. 

“Yep. Let’s go,” I say, the nerves coming through my voice. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks as we step into the elevator. 

“What do you mean?” “I mean, you’re nervous and I want to make sure you’re okay,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into him. 

“I’m going to word vomit all my feelings on you, is that okay?” I say, looking up and into his eyes. 

“Luv, o’ course it’s okay,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to my forehead. “You’ve been doing it since I met you. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

“Okay that’s sweet and you’re amazing. Here is all of my thoughts and feelings,” I say, and then pause and take a deep breath. “Okay, so, I know that since I am with you it has become more common for me to meet celebrities and I should not be this nervous. I’ve just looked up to her for as long as I can remember,” I pause for another breath as we step out of the elevator and start walking through the lobby of the hotel. 

“I’ve listened to her music since I was 7. Her music is so important to me, and knowing I’m about to meet the person whose music I turn on anytime I need to feel comfort. And the work she does empowering women, and using her fame to help people understand who they’re voting for. Knowing that she also suffers from the fear of disappointing or upsetting people. She’s just so important to me and the idea of meeting her is so amazing and one of the few things I have wanted for so long, and yet I am so terrified. What if I word vomit at dinner?”

“Oh love,” he says, and stops walking,  pulling me fully into him, wrapping his arms completely around me. “She is going to love you. You don’t need to worry about being anything other than yourself. You’re amazing as is. I am so excited for you to meet her, because I believe that you two could be good friends.” He presses another quick kiss to my forehead, and then takes my hand, leading the two of us out of the hotel to the waiting car. “Plus,” he says as he shuts the door behind him when we’re both in the car. “Who cares if you word vomit? Literally no one. It’s so adorable.”

“I’m 100 percent sure you are the only person in the world who thinks my word vomit is adorable,” I tell him, leaning into him on the seat. He laughs and takes my hands in his, gently rubbing them as we drive towards the restaurant. 

“Hey, one thing I want to do for you before we go in, to help calm your nerves,” he says, and I close my eyes, knowing where he is going with this. “One thing you can taste.”

“The breath mint I popped in my mouth when we got in the car.”

“Two things you can smell.”

“Clean car and your cologne. You smell amazing by the way,” I say, keeping my eyes  closed but turning towards him with a smile. He laughs and presses a kiss to my forehead before continuing. 

“Three things you can hear.”

“You breathing, the other cars on the road, the quiet music that is playing.”

“Good job. Four things you can feel.”

“The mint melting in my mouth. Your hands rubbing mine. The press of your leg on mine. Um, my eyelashes fluttering on my cheeks.”

“Okay, good job. Last one honey, open your eyes,” he says, and I open them, blinking fast to clear them up. “Five things you can see,” he says, and I lean into him. 

“Your eyes. The inside of the car. The anchor on your arm. A car passing by. The necklace I gave you with a charm from my charm bracelet,” I say, and he pulls me in for a kiss as soon as I finish talking. 

“You did amazing. Do you feel a bit better?” he asks, and I nod.

“Thank you. I love you,” I say, and he leans back in for another kiss. 

“If it helps, I’m a little nervous too because I’m meeting my ex's new boyfriend, and having dinner with the two of them,” he says, and I just laugh and lay my head down on his chest. 

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“Y/N, Harry said you were still in college. What are you studying?” Taylor asks about twenty minutes into our dinner. 

“Oh, um music education and theatre,” I say, smiling at her.

“That’s so awesome! Are you wanting to teach music or theatre more?” she asks, and I laugh.

“Well it depends on what grade levels. Um, I would love to teach high school or middle school theater or speech, but if I were to teach music I would prefer to teach the younger grades, like kindergarten through fifth grade,” I respond, and Harry reaches out and places his hand over mine on the table. 

“Whatever she winds up doing she will be amazing at though,” he says, and I laugh and shake my head. 

“He’s just saying that,” I say, and Taylor waves her hand. 

“No, I'm so sure you will do amazing,” she says, and I just shyly laugh in response. “Harry, are you working on anything new right now?” she asks, and I gently squeeze Harry’s hand and mouth a silent thank you to her.

“I have a few things in the works. Just enjoying the break right now though. I’m loving being able to be there for this one whenever she needs me,” he says, placing a gentle kiss in my hair. 

“I have to say, I am so glad to see you so happy,” she says to him, and I flush. Travis takes the momentary silence to stand up and head towards the restroom.

“It’s nice to see you happy too,” Harry says, and I watch as Taylor’s smile slips a bit. “I mean hiding out for six years because of a guy isn’t really you,” he says, and I kick my leg into his.

“He doesn’t mean any offense,” I say, giving her a small smile. 

“Oh, no it’s okay. I know he doesn’t. And he’s not really wrong. It wasn’t me, but I thought he was the one and I was hurting, so it seemed right at the time. But now…” she says, trailing off, looking in the direction Travis had gone. “Now I can see that it was all wrong,” she says, looking back at the two of us. 

“I’ve had that feeling before,” Harry says, squeezing my hand. I lean over and press a kiss on his cheek, trying to hide the blush on my cheeks. 

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November 11th, 2023

“Hazza?” I call out towards the bathroom in our hotel room, and I hear him walk towards me before he pops his head around the corner. 

“Yes?” 

“I’m ready to give you your bracelets, come here,” I say, reaching out for him. He playfully groans and walks over to me. 

“How many of these are you putting on me?” he asks as I start to slip bracelets on his arms. 

“Umm, enough,” I mutter as I slip another one on. He groans again, and then starts playing with the hem of my dress with his free hand. 

“We look great,” he says, and I laugh. 

“Yeah we do. When do we need to leave again?” I ask him, putting the last bracelet on his arm and letting it go. 

“As soon as you are ready. The security will be waiting for us whenever we get there,” he says, and I turn to him. 

“I’m ready. I just need to grab my bag,” I say, and go past him to leave the bathroom. “Oh and I wanted to take a picture.” I grab my bag and my phone, and then pull Harry over to one of the mirrors. I position him in front of it to take a picture of his outfit, before handing him my phone and having him take a picture of me and my outfit. We take a picture together, and then I take his hand and lead him to the door. “Is the car ready for us?” I ask as we head into the hallway. He nods his head and together we walk to the elevator. 

“Are you nervous?” he asks as he holds my hand. “I can feel your hands shaking.”

“Yes and no. I'm buzzing with energy because I’m so excited, but I’m also nervous because I know there is some sort of surprise tonight but I don’t know what it is,” I tell him, and he nods. “Plus, she told us last night that Travis and her dad will be in the tent with us, and that made me even more nervous than I already was about the surprise tonight,” I tell him, and he laughs and shakes his head. 

“Nothing to be nervous about. Dinner last night was amazing. You two really hit it off. She even gave you her number. There is absolutely nothing to be nervous about. .” He pulls me into him as we exit the elevator, keeping our heads down, because the paparazzi had learned we were in town the night before, when they caught the four of us leaving dinner last night. 

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“Hey Travis!” I exclaim as we get into the friends and family tent

“Hey guys!” he responds. “Your outfits are great!”

“Oh thanks! Harry’s stylist took my ideas and really made them into great outfits,” I tell him, and he chuckles. 

“Stylists are the best,” he says, making Harry and I also laugh. “Without them I’d probably walk into games dressed like… well, my brother,” he says with a laugh. 

“Hey, I’ve seen social media posts here and there, he has his own style,” I respond with a laugh. 

“His style is very dad-chic,” Scott pipes up, and all four of us crack up. “Hi, I’m Scott,” he says when we stop laughing, holding his hand out to me.

I take it and shake it saying, “Hi, I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you.”

“I heard you are a big fan,” he says, and I look down at my feet, feeling my face flush. 

“Yeah. Um, since I was like 7. This is so much better than I ever could have imagined. Not that I ever would have in my wildest dreams imagined this.” 

“I hear you. It was a shock for our entire family when she first started becoming famous. Everything felt crazy and out of a dream. Still does sometimes,” he says and Harry nods.

“Same here. It’s especially surreal when you fall in love with someone who isn’t famous and you get to experience everything through their eyes for the first time again,” Harry says, looking down at me and wrapping his arm around my waist. 

“I’ve never heard anyone explain it like that,” Travis says, and Harry laughs.

“I’m a songwriter. Coming up with new phrases is part of the job,” he says with a laugh, and everyone laughs right along with him. 

“Ooh I met Taylor last night, but do you think I’ll get to meet Sabrina Carpenter tonight? We’re the same age. Well, she’s a year older, but still the same age.”

“We all get to go backstage after the show,” Scott says, and I jump up and down for a few seconds, before realizing who I am and where I am and what I am doing. 

“Oh, sorry,” I mutter with a shy smile on my face, and the guys all laugh. 

“Sweetie, you’re just so adorable,” Scott says, and I smile and look out at the stage. I go and stand right at the edge as Sabrina Carpenter starts her set, fully turning all of my attention to the stage. Harry comes and stands right behind me, gently resting his hands on my waist as I start to sing along with the music.

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“Babe this has been the best thing ever,” I whisper to Harry, standing on my tiptoes with my arms wrapped around his neck as we wait on the side with Travis and Scott during the last song. I feel him chuckle, before he takes my chin in his hand and guides my lips to his. I smile into the kiss, and pull away a lot sooner than either of us would have preferred, but we’re both aware that we have an audience. I turn back around in his arms, allowing him to wrap his around my waist again, and turn to look at the path Taylor will be walking down any moment. I look over at Travis who is waiting there with his hands behind his back and smile, tears welling up in my eyes. I watch as Taylor comes down the walkway, her pace turning into a sprint when she sees Travis, running right into his arms. 

“Aw that’s so sweet,” I whisper as they kiss, and then after they pull apart we follow them into the tented area where no one can see us anymore, security trailing after us. 

“So what did you think?” Taylor asks a few minutes later, after she’s drank almost an entire bottle of water and has managed to catch her breath. 

“Taylor, it was so amazing. Thank you so much for inviting us,” I tell her, and she pulls me in for a hug. 

“I’m so glad you enjoyed it. It’s such a rush being up there and performing every night. Something I’m sure Harry has told you about,” she says, glancing over at Harry. 

“Oh yeah. I’ve heard a lot about it. But seeing you do it was just so insane.” She smiles and then glances around the room, with an arm still wrapped around my shoulder. 

“Oh! I heard you wanted to meet Sabrina! She’s right over here, come with me,” she says, and begins tugging me towards a different area. She stops abruptly and turns back to Harry and Travis. “We’ll be right back,” she says, and they both laugh, and I do too. I allow her to tug me over to Sabrina, trying to control the shaking in my hands. “Sabrina!” she says when we get over there, and she turns to us.

“Hi Taylor! The show was amazing!” 

“Thanks! So was your opening! Your closer gets better every night,” Taylor says with a laugh, and Sabrina laughs too. “Anyway, this is Y/N! She’s here with Harry, she’s his girlfriend.”

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you!” Sabrina says, with a little wave.

“It’s nice to meet you too!” I say, waving back. “I’m a big fan. When Emails I Can’t Send came out I felt like some of the songs were taken right from my brain,” I say, and she nods with a smile on her face.

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it!” she says, and then looks over my shoulder towards where Harry and Travis are. “Wait. By Harry you meant Harry Styles?” she asks Taylor, a bit of shock in her voice. 

“Yeah. We reconnected at the Grammy’s a couple of years ago, and then again this year, and he was telling me about Y/N, and how she’s a huge fan, and about to graduate college with a music and theater education degree.  She was unable to get tickets because of ticketmaster, and I told him if there was a day where they could make it out for a show to just let me know and I would put them in the friends and family tent. This is the show they could make it to,” she explains, and Sabrina opens her mouth in shock, turning back to me.

“Okay, you have to tell me all about what it’s like to date Harry Styles. And how you guys met. And how college has been. I’ve always wondered what it was actually like and if it was like the movies and shows portray it. Actually, if you don’t have to leave right away, what if tomorrow you and I went out and got coffee?” she says, and I just kind of freeze. 

“Really?” I ask, my voice quieter than it had been.

“Yeah! You seem super cool and like you could be a good friend!” she says, and pulls me in for a hug. 

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“That was the craziest weekend of my life,” I say to Harry as we step onto the plane a couple of days later. 

“Yeah?” he says, motioning for me to hand him my carry on, and then taking it from me and placing it on one of the extra seats on the plane.

“Yeah! Sabrina Carpenter invited me out for coffee, I met Taylor Swift and she joined us, and I got both of their numbers and we’re planning out the next time we can get together. I handed out so many friendship bracelets to people who were fans of you and of Taylor. I met so many of your fans. It was so insane.”

“I love you so much,” he says, sitting down next to me and wrapping his arms around me. “I’m glad we were able to pull this off. And that now we can take the week off and go to see my family,” he says, and I smile. 

“And my family is being flown out to meet us there. Sometimes, life feels like a dream,” I say, looking out the window. 

“A good one, right?” Harry says, and I turn back to him with a huge smile on my face.

“The best dream ever,” I tell him, and then lean forward and press my lips to his.

[gurugirl]

what if priestrry has ppl over for prayer and yn is there too (bc she can be now since no one knows her really) and he accidentally slips and says something to her like “pet” or “good girl”

how would they play it off? they can’t be perfectly on their game all the time 😬

priest!harry x reader

Summary: Harry slips up and calls Y/n a good girl in front of people in their prayer group.

A/n: Sorry for the delay in updating! Enjoy my two favorite characters! 1.5k words

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, religious themes, mentions of come, eludes to smut and other sexual acts, masturbation

priestrry masterlist | Forgive Me, Father

Y/n was running around helping Harry set up for the prayer meeting. A small group of people were coming over as a last-minute sort of thing. In fact, it was so last minute that Harry was in the middle of coming on Y/n’s tits as she was kneeling in front of him with her tongue out, hoping to catch some of him in her mouth, when he got a phone call as a reminder. He’d forgotten. So it wasn’t really a last-minute thing, as much as he’d lost track of the day and hadn’t told Y/n.

Harry freshened himself up quickly and pulled out his study materials as Y/n rushed into the bathroom to wipe his come from her body before starting a pot of coffee. She placed the chairs in the living area and put her leash away back into their bedroom before scampering into the kitchen to pull out mugs with the cream and sugar bowls. Harry looked up from his notebook to see his little pet fluffing the pillows in a hurry, still nude, goosebumps on her thighs and bottom.

He came up behind her and gently pulled her to stand upright and face him. She turned to look up at him as he silently unbuckled her red leather collar, keeping the dainty gold chain with the ‘H’ charm on her neck. Putting her collar into her hand he smirked at her, “Go get some clothes on, my love. You look cold.”

“Yes, Father.”

She smiled to herself as she walked into their bedroom. He was so dominant but in the way that always made her heart race. She couldn’t wait until everyone left after because he promised her something very special before she watched him pump his cock until he was coming over her chest. She loved watching his hand stroke his thick shaft as he released on her because it was just the beginning of what was to come for the night. She loved being his good girl, being patient for him, being edged until it was her turn to come. Until he allowed it. She loved him.

Slipping on a dress over her head and slipping a pair of panties over her hips she fluffed out her hair, slid on her sneakers, and got back to setting up the living room for the guests. Though they wouldn’t know she was the one who’d set everything up but she loved the secret. Loved the surreptitiousness of their relationship.

She kissed his cheek and picked up her Bible, “Love you, Father. I’ll wait outside.”

This was the routine. If there was a prayer meeting she couldn’t always be the first person to arrive. That could become suspicious. Once in a while, it could slide, but every time? So she’d wait around the back of the house until a couple of people had arrived first.

This time it was Mr. & Mrs. Jeralds who arrived first. They were a nice young couple. Always eager. Mrs. Jeralds seemed to really take a liking to Y/n.

Harry greeted his guests with a warm smile and a hug, offering coffee and tea. Y/n walked through the door moments later with her Bible held up over her chest and a big smile.

“Hi, Father. Thank you so much for inviting me,” she said as he gave her a side hug and she sat down next to Mrs. Jeralds.

“Would you like tea? Or coffee?” Harry asked her and then licked his lips.

She tried not to watch his pretty mouth as he spoke but she really had to concentrate hard, “Oh, a tea is fine. Thank you!”

Harry poured hot water into a mug and gave her a tea bag.

As the deacon walked in, Mrs. Jeralds nudged at Y/n, “So, I’ve been thinking… my cousin Austin will be coming to service this week. I would love for you to meet him. He’s an accounting manager at Debrille downtown. Good head on his shoulders. I think you two would really get along.”

Y/n raised her brows and smiled. She wasn’t interested, obviously, but she played along, “Oh that’s lovely. I’d like to meet him. How thoughtful of you.”

Harry sat down next to Mr. Jeralds, “Meet who?”

“Oh, Judy’s trying to get her cousin set up with a nice girl. He’s been single too long for her liking-”

“Jim! That’s not true!” She sputtered and looked from Y/n to Harry and then her husband, “I just think that they’d get along nicely…” She looked back to Y/n, “… and Y/n’s single! Maybe it’ll be a good match.”

Harry’s severe gaze met Y/n’s and she saw him clench his jaw. Of course, she knew that he knew there wasn’t a thing to worry about. But the way he was looking at her told her he wasn’t a fan of the conversation.

After the rest of the guests arrived and were given mugs of warm beverages they went around the circle and spoke about things that had burdened them that week and what they’d like to pray about or have the group pray for over them.

The hour always went by quickly but on this night, Y/n was especially excited for what was to come as they’d been interrupted before Harry could make good on his promise. She was almost shaky in anticipation. Slowly growing wet as she listened to him pray. She knew she should behave and pay attention but his voice alone she could get off to.

She had gotten off to it too. Like when he’d make her masturbate for him. He’d tell her what to do and where to touch herself and then praise her the wetter she got. He’d have her blindfolded so she couldn’t see him as he guided her to orgasm with his dark baritone.

When the last ‘Amen’ was spoken the deacon stood up and shook Harry’s hand, “I have to run, Father. Thank you so much!”

The last of the guests stayed and chatted for a bit as Y/n helped put the mugs away into the kitchen and Mrs. Jeralds washed them. She brought up Austin again but Y/n just smiled and nodded. She didn’t want to be rude but there was no way in hell Y/n would be going to lunch with them after service to get to know her cousin. Sometimes she wished she could just tell everyone that she was already taken. That the man of her dreams, the love of her life was gorgeous and tall and funny, and smart and he loved her with everything in him and she would never find that kind of love anywhere else.

But she had to pretend she was single and not interested. Which, the result of her secret was that she had Harry. Very much worth it.

Mrs. Jeralds went back into the living to get her things to leave when Harry walked into the kitchen just as Y/n was putting the last mug into the cupboard.

Harry looked behind him to make sure no one was in earshot and getting behind Y/n he spoke quietly, “Once they’re gone I need this off of you,” he plucked at the material near her waist.

Y/n looked at him over her shoulder and smiled, “Of course, Father. Anything you want.”

Harry looked down over her pretty face and to her neck. He loved seeing the small bruises there. Usually from his mouth. And in an action totally out of character when he was in the presence of others, he brought his hand up to her neck and brushed his fingers over the small bruise as she kept her eyes on him.

“Good girl.”

A throat cleared behind the pair causing them both to turn abruptly.

“We were just going to say our goodbyes. It was a wonderful meeting as always, Father,” Mr. Jeralds spoke as he looked at Harry. Mrs. Jeralds was looking at Y/n.

And neither could quite tell if they’d been caught or not. Had they heard him call her a good girl? Had they seen him touch her neck?

“Oh yeah! I should go as well!” Y/n moved away from Harry toward the living room to grab her purse. Her heart was pounding and she hoped they didn’t notice anything but the expression on Mrs. Jeralds face was concerning. Or perhaps it was just Y/n being paranoid (for good reason).

She waved goodbye, rushing out before the Jeralds could exit, and ran to the side of the house. She knew she should calm down but her nerves were getting the best of her. As her mind went over every possible outcome she heard the Jeralds leaving the house and Harry saying goodbye. She waited until their car drove off and down the street before peeking around the front and looked up at the porch to see Harry standing there with his hands on his hips looking right at her.

“Come on. Coast is clear.”

When Harry locked the front door behind them Y/n spoke finally, “Do you think that-“

Harry put his hand on hers, “I hope not. But they didn’t say anything. Nothing we can do about that now.”

“But what does that mean? What if-“

“Pet,” Harry spoke softly bringing his hand up to her face, his thumb at her cheekbone, “I said there’s nothing we can do about it. Now be a good girl for me and take your clothes off.”

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one of us.

part six of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

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authors note part six yay...drama awaits

brief description karaoke night leads to a run in with paparazzi. y/n's face is splashed everywhere, and harry doesn't know what to do.

warnings! alcohol abuse, drug abuse, sexual themes, angst, drama. around 5.3k words angels.

inexperienced!fwb!reader x fwb!harry

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Daisy called Y/n up Thursday morning while walking to a lecture that she was not particularly excited to attend. She always felt like she had aged ten years when she stepped out of the lecture theatre. The tune of her ringtone played in her headphones as she felt the Spring wind hit her face. The weather was getting warmer but the mornings were still very chilly in London. 

She hit answer instantly without checking who it was. It was likely either Harry, her mum, or Daisy.

“Y/n!” Chirped Daisy into the phone.

“Hi, Babe.” Said Y/n calmly into the phone, startled by Daisy’s excitement. 

Daisy was a bartender, who owned her own small business on the side, she made handmade clothes. So Y/n was surprised that Daisy was calling her at nine in the morning, she usually worked nights and slept all throughout the day and even then she was busy with sewing and screen printing when she was awake.

“I was going to wait until I see you, but I can’t!!” She sounded completely ecstatic.

Y/n pinched her brows as she grinned at her friend’s utter excitement, “What?! What?! Spit it out, Mate!”

“James!” She cried and Y/n could only assume it was one of three things. They are moving in together, she’s pregnant, or James finally popped the question. She didn’t know if it was the latter, maybe all three. James was that kind of guy, he acted quickly and on impulse but when it came to Daisy he was more calculated he cared too much to do that.

“James?” Y/n asked walking towards the small coffee stand that was in the middle of the courtyard. She needed a very large latte to get through this lecture. Maybe even a cookie, they made this really good pistachio and macadamia nut one, and she loved it so much she had to put a ban on buying one every day because it was draining her bank account.

“He wants to marry me!!” Daisy cheered, and Y/n could imagine her arms up in the air as she ran around in her pyjamas. 

Y/n made a sound of excitement and the group of people in front of her turned around and looked at her with a judging look, but Y/n did not care!

“No way!” She gasped, stopping herself from jumping up and down too. “Fucking finally!” She cheered into the phone, a big cheek-splitting grin coming across her face. They’d been together since fucking preschool.

“We are going out to a karaoke bar tonight, I’ve invited everyone to surprise them, so you don’t know act surprised. But I just had to tell you! Can you make it? 8:30 Lan Kwai Fong?”

Y/n had an assignment to do but she thought fuck it, James and Daisy were getting married! Her best friends were getting married! Finally! She was so happy for them and if she did a chunk of this essay right now it would be fine.

“I’m there. See you tonight. Congratulations, Baby!”

“Bye, love you!” Daisy chirped.

“Love you, too.” Y/n finished and hung up, she was finally at the front of the line and she ordered her latte and cookie before quickly grabbing it from the redheaded barista and rushing off to her class. 

She was five minutes late so she came in through the back looking for her only friend in the class and his long brown hair. She hoped he was here, she wanted to ask him about the exam next week and she felt like she hadn’t seen him in forever. 

She saw him instantly and sat down beside him, he looked up with a smile.

“Y/n, hey.” Said Mitch softly, his hair was tied up today and he was in a One Direction shirt which made Y/n giggle to herself, no one knew she knew Harry Styles except mega fans (she knew the boys too!). It was like her little secret.

Y/n handed him one of the two cups in her hand.

“Cinnamon soy.” She whispered as she opened her laptop eyes moving ahead to the boring professor who was sitting down at his desk speaking about god knows what. This class just gave her extra points towards her degree, which meant she finished quicker. Mitch was in an entirely different degree and was taking it as a prerequisite for another class. They met back in first year, study buddies.

Mitch patted her shoulder, a smile cracking on his normally stoic face. “You’re a gem, Mate.”

Y/n practically fell asleep during the next few hours but she managed to get her essay finished, all she had to do was edit now. She was very happy with that. At the end of the lecture, Mitch was telling her something about his girlfriend Sarah having a house party and that she was welcome to come swing by, it was next week.

She told Mitch she would text him, and they both rushed off with a hug goodbye and Y/n to the train that took her home to Harry’s. Her headphones were blaring Taylor Swift as she made a mental to make sure to get off at the shops so she could buy some lunch for Harry, he was busy as a bee with his new Album and since their weekend away their schedules had suddenly filled keeping them apart. She wanted to see him even if it was just over some sandwiches on his living room floor, his company vastly improved her days. And since her Uni work was done basically, she had time to see him now.

As her mind dazed off it was no time before she was at her stop and she snapped out of her daydreams. 

Her heavy backpack weighed on her as she walked into the supermarket. She decided on making her version of a fast food sandwich. She grabbed meats and ingredients for salads and even got Harry this box of tea that had a little bear on the front, it was strawberry flavour which she’d never tried, the bear just reminded her of Harry. He had a pink shirt with one on the front just like it.

After she got everything she needed she caught a bus to his place, which had become a bit of a routine now. It didn’t take her long to get there, the weight of all these bags had her shoulders aching but she would carry a bolder uphill to please Harry, so what was a little groceries on a five-minute walk?

She hit the security buzzer by his fence and Harry let her in instantly. The gates opened and he stepped out of his front door with a look of surprise on his face. He was in pyjama pants and a small shirt that had a bunny rabbit on it. It showed a sliver of his tummy. His hair was up in a little top knot and she could tell he was in full work mode.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” He asked with a big grin when she was close enough to hear. 

Y/n shrugged at him with a big smile on her face. “Missed you, H. I come bearing gifts.” She lifted the bags in show, “I’m gonna make us lunch.” 

He pulled her into his arms and took the heavy bags from her arms before pecking her lips in greeting. 

“You are a goddess. I’m so hungry.” He smiled as they walked inside. 

Y/n took off her layers and boots as she walked into the kitchen following after him. The living room had three of his guitars strewn out and the book he used to write, along with loose pages scattered everywhere. 

Sometimes he’d pull that little book out while they were in bed and he would try and write out how beautiful her blissed-out face was post orgasm in words, or in the morning when she met his gaze, he’d quickly grab the pink thick and full book and scribble something that he never let her read. 

He said she’d have to wait and listen until his new album was out. The fact that some of his songs might’ve been about her gave her a rush of energy and smittenness towards him. She never thought a boy would write a song about her, especially Harry!

She began to make the sandwiches so he could sit and tell her about his day so far, he watched her dreamily speaking slowly and lazily as he usually did.

He interrupted himself, “You look beautiful today, Y/n.”

She blushed, her movements stuttering as she shook her head. She had messy hair that needed a wash, smudged lipstick and a pair of loose jeans and a jumper that actually belonged to him on. Harry had a way of making her feel completely flustered, like she was in a floor length gown when she was really just in lazy sloppy stained clothes. But to him, she practically was.

“Harry, do you do that just to make me lose my mind, or what?”

He giggled. “Well, partly, but it’s like an itch I’ve got to scratch. I simply must tell you. Like when you look at a pretty sunset, you can’t help but take a photo or tell everyone to come and admire it’s beauty.”

She rolled her eyes, a warmth filling her belly. “Sap.”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding, H. I just….feel speechless when you say things like that.”

Harry grabbed her hand from across the bench and squeezed it.

They enjoyed their sandwiches with some of the bear tea which Harry said he liked, and they watched a few episodes of Friends because that was Harry’s favourite show. It was becoming normal for them to do this sort of thing. Y/n then asked hopefully if he would come tonight.

He said he would be able to if he got back to it after the next episode. Y/n was glad to hear that. 

“Do you want to use my study it’s soundproof, you can do some Uni work or even take a nap, Petal. You look sleepy. Got much Uni to do?” He didn’t want her to go, even if he was busy. He liked knowing she was pottering about. She began treating his home much like her own and he was happy. He loved finding things of Y/n’s here and there, and her scent on his sheets. Or even a strand of her hair on his jumper.

She sighed at the thought of a nap and longed for a short one. “Oh, I’m so getting into your bed.” Wondering why she hadn’t thought of that earlier, he smiled amusedly and kissed the top of her head. 

They finished the episode and then Y/n left him to go sleep in his bed. She turned on the fancy diffuser he had in his room, putting in a lavender-scented oil. He’d told her one day it was one he used before sleep, usually when she wasn’t there to aid him with her soft scent and touch. She shut the curtains too to block out any light and stripped out of her clothes and slid inside his cool silky sheets. Her bare skin felt so cosy against the warmth of his bed.

She shut her eyes and when she woke up an hour and a half later she was surprised she had slept with such ease. She hadn’t realised how tired she was. She thought it was probably because Harry’s house and room were such a comfort to her now. The musky smell of his natural odour clung to the sheets, something that was just Harry — she loved it, and wasn’t something that was easily washed away. The fact she could hear him doing his thing downstairs and talking made the perfect white noise.

The soft pillow he slept on each night was like a cloud and the hum of the diffusor was calming to her. 

Her small rest was needed, and made her feel much perkier, she sat up groggily, still feeling slightly asleep and confused. She grabbed her phone to check the time. She rubbed her eyes softly getting up so she could go home and get ready. She told Harry she’d meet him there tonight, because she needed her clothes and makeup, and wanted to wash her hair. When she told him she’d get the train home he refused and got his driver to take her back home. He was always like that.

He gave her a kiss on her head goodbye and told her he’d see her tonight. She smiled brightly, and he gave her one back.

On the twenty-minute drive home, she felt like a politician or something. Or royalty even, like that scene in Princess Diaries when Mia’s grandma shows up. 

The driver’s name was Brad, and he was also Harry’s bodyguard. Nice, but quiet and professional. The windows were tinted so darkly, and it was such a fancy car. It had snacks, a TV, and champagne. Not that Y/n needed any of that, the drive was fairly quick and she wasn’t a rockstar on her way to perform. She was just going home. 

When the car pulled up outside her apartment building she thanked Brad kindly and told him to have a good evening, and she stepped out the air was damp and smelt of rain and walked upstairs and into her apartment. She had been here all week instead of at Harry’s, stewing in her mess rather than his luxury, because she’d been busy working on Uni assignments and exams. She decided to clean since she had a few hours to kill until tonight. The pile of dirty clothes in her laundry was starting to grow eyes and a personality now and she really did not want to clean it. She started organising into piles of whites, blacks, delicates and others.

As she waited for all her laundry to be done she contemplated finally asking Harry out for real, she was sitting on top of her dodgy washing machine that tended to shake so much it fell on its side if there wasn’t enough weight on top of it. It was annoying, but she honestly couldn’t afford a new one.

She stared off mindlessly at the tiled walls of her small laundry room, imagining him as her boyfriend, what would it be like to date him officially? Would much change? He acted pretty lovely already.

They had wonderful and passionate sex, he took her to dinners and fun places, dates, and every little thing in-between. I mean, isn’t that what a boyfriend does? She’d ask any of her friends for advice if it wasn’t Harry Styles she was with and on top of that Haz her childhood friend who she hoped would not mess up the group because of their ‘relationship’. She didn’t know what her friends would say about it, and she really didn’t want to disappoint them. At Uni she had a few mates like Sarah, Mitch and Adam, but she wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt she stopped her childhood circle of friends from being normal. It was not that she didn’t trust them either, just that she knew how important privacy was between them. Nothing was private when you were famous, or knew a famous person. Also, she didn’t want Harry to find out about how she felt, what if he really only wanted sex like they had agreed on?

She also kind of wished, even if it would hurt her feelings, that she could ask an ex-fling of his. Was he just a romantic? Or was he different with her compared to the rest?

The whole thing was a mindfuck, so she liked to pretend it wasn’t something to worry about. But the weight of it was beginning to get her down. As she made it to the final task on her list of mopping her hardwood floors and having mulled over the whole thing for about an hour, she decided that tonight she’d test the waters. Mention something about them, and bring it up. Just to see how he would react to the idea, and then reevaluate from there.

By the time she’d hung her laundry out on her balcony pegging it to a wire, she realised it was already dark and that she needed to go get ready for tonight. 

She made a light dinner for herself of a grilled cheese with tomatoes on too, and a cup of juice. She ate slowly enjoying the taste, and she heard the familiar sound of heavy downfall rain landing on her roof outside. Ah, London, always raining when Y/n felt herself overthinking! That was a lot, clearly. She hoped her laundry would dry eventually.

She finally finished and got up to wash the hair that was now greasier than ever, and clean the day off of her skin. After she got out feeling warm and clean, she was happy she could take her time styling her hair in her favourite way for going out and doing her skincare. As she applied the fancy mosturiser Harry had given her as a gift to her face and neck she basked in the floral and gentle smell. She sighed softly as she ran her fingers through her damp hair before drying and combing it.

She didn’t know what to wear now that it was raining. Lan Kwai Fong was a karaoke bar, and it was always so hot inside. But the air was chilly and damp now, so she decided to wear something with a few layers. She picked out her favourite jeans they were flared at the bottoms and rested lowly on her hips showing the top of her tattoo, a cute blouse that was red and black with floral designs on it, it was lacey. For shoes, she decided to wear black heeled boots that were leather and could handle the rain, and over the top, she wore a long black faux fur coat. It was warm, and she was happy with that. For jewellery, she wore her usual gold rings, necklace, earrings, and a few bangles. She’d found the ring that matched Harry’s necklace and slipped it on.

She applied makeup that accented her features and chose reddish lipstick to match her shirt. She felt pretty and was excited to go out and celebrate, though she had a slight pinch of anxiety in her tummy she brushed it off thinking good thoughts, and after all, it was just Harry. She knew that boy, he was just Harry from the end of the street. Not some wild sexy rockstar who was untouchable. Despite it all, Harry was still her old friend.

When her taxi arrived at the bar she was excited and could already see Daisy waiting out the front under James’ arm. Y/n rushed over sprinting into both of their arms and jumping up and down in pure childlike excitement. 

“Congratulations!” She cheered loudly with a giggle, before settling down when she saw Finnley, Olive, Penny, and Michael all in tow. She knew it was a surprised, and instantly acted as she normally would. 

She jumped at hearing the rumble of a voice behind her neck, hairs standing at the gentle vibration. 

“Hey, guys,” Said the familiar slow drawl of Harry. He rested closely behind her. He squeezed her hip in a hello before hugging everyone else and then finally her, wanting to act normal. They’d always been fairly touchy.

“Hey stranger, how you been?” She said acting as if it had been the same time away from him as everyone else. He smiled knowingly. 

“Not too bad, Pet,”

She smiled and all of them walked inside. Harry stayed close by her side and they made their way into a room that had a little stage and seats. Everyone placed their bags and coats down and left to get drinks. Harry and Y/n both decided to have some mojitos tonight and kick back a little. Harry was talking to the group about his work and his day, of songwriting and composing. Y/n acted like she hadn’t known that and asked questions, Harry appreciated her acting. He asked about Uni even though he already knew and then the conversation finally shifted to the real reason they were all here. 

James grabbed Daisy from beside Olive and they stood up before them. Daisy leaned into his side and held his hip under his shirt. “We are getting married!” She blurted out excitedly showing her hand and the ring that rested there. It was an antique snake ring made of gold with diamonds. Very Daisy.

Y/n squealed excitedly and everyone erupted with cheers. Daisy and James then began to discuss details about when and where, and the plan. Daisy was talking about the dress she wanted to the girls and the boys were discussing how James had popped the question. It was nice. The first one of them to get married, wow. They were growing up!

The night was perfect, it was just like always; fun, lighthearted, full of drinks and laughs. Memories fluttered through the voices of such familiar faces, and Y/n felt a sense of home. Harry had barely left her side all night he remained close by and they danced every few songs, goofily twirling or doing horrible moves on purpose. Her tummy hurt from laughing so hard.

When it finally came time for Y/n to sing up there like the others she wasn’t keen. So Harry put on a favourite of hers she simply couldn’t refuse. It was One Of Us by ABBA. Harry had a very specific memory of the pair of them singing it in his bedroom once. He always tied that song to her and that night in his bedroom.

Harry and Y/n were hiding up in his room from their mothers who were having one too many wines downstairs with other parents from the neighbourhood, it was Easter long weekend. The pair of them had gotten sick of socialising and talking about what their plans were after school, they were only halfway through their final year of school and had already been asked too many times to count.

Y/n flopped onto his bed with a sigh grabbing his favourite turtle pillow, Terry, and scooped the stuffed animal into her arms. They always hid up here when they were sick of the adults. Harry sat on a beanbag by his CD player watching her. He always watched her, eyes never shying away from her face which always brought a radiance of heat to her skin. 

She looked cute. She was in a pink floral dress, it was long and she had paired it with her favourite pastel yellow cardigan. Her hair was styled into two plaits with ribbons. She looked rather angelic. 

She was mumbling a complaint about how she had no bloody idea who she wanted to be when she grew up, and how she didn’t think that was such a bad thing. Harry could only nod in agreement. 

She looked at his tall shelf of CDs and sighed. “Put some ABBA on, they always make everything better.”

So he did. 

The track played as background noise for a while as they talked, Harry told her of his aspirations to sing and she told him of her aspirations to be happy and content. Eventually, it finally hit one of her favourites, One Of Us, she gasped.

“Turn it up!” 

He obeyed turning to the dial louder. She stood up on his bed still holding Terry, and began to sing and jump on the bed. For an eighteen-year-old, she felt like a kid sometimes. As she began to belt the lyrics very off-key, Harry covered his ears playfully and she stopped jumping. 

“Hey, you try jumping and singing then!” She said and Harry took that as a challenge. He toed his shoes off and joined her placing his hands in hers and began to jump with him as they belted the lyrics between laughs.

Harry’s voice was soft and nice on her ears so she shut her lips just so she could hear him louder, and she wished she could just listen to him for hours. She was almost certain he would be someone one day. 

When the song ended they flopped down on his squeaky bed with a laugh, backs pressing into the soft springy mattress. Then Gemma came in and made a complaint about Anne dancing. 

Y/n and Harry sat up and then followed her downstairs. Somehow Y/n’s mother convinced them to get into a photo. ‘All grown up! Our babies!’.

The photo was in Y/n’s childhood bedroom back home. Harry’s hand was on her waist and Y/n leaned into him smiling, Harry was laughing in the photo Y/n couldn’t remember about what.

Harry slid her under his arm and gave her her own microphone, neither needed to look at the lyrics on the screen and as she sang and acted out the scenes she imagined went with the song. She was back in Harry’s house when the chorus hit.

He seemed to have gone back to then too. They smiled at each other knowingly. He was very close to her, their noses touching as she dragged her fingers down his chest seductively. The song was slower more dramatic so they acted out as if they felt that feeling.

Neither had noticed the flash of phones or cameras until the chorus when they turned to face their friends. Unfamiliar faces stared back at them, and Harry’s brows pinched.

Fans? Drunken people? The latter it seemed.

Y/n continued to sing into the microphone but Harry slightly deterred, stepping back from her. He didn’t mind if it was fans, but it was a private room. He really didn’t want this night to become about him. That night was about Daisy and James.

Y/n was suddenly aware of the way she had been touching him and pulled her hands away from his warmth.

When the song ended they both got off stage and Harry was swarmed. People called his name, asking for pictures and Y/n was surprised when one of them asked if she was Y/n.

Y/n frowned. How did they know? She nodded. 

“Hi.” 

Someone even asked to take a picture with her and in her bewildered state she let them. Harry noticed and frowned, this wasn’t what he wanted. 

“I’m really sorry, guys, but this s’a private event. And m’ with my friends. I can’t take that many pictures, and I would appreciate it if you respected that.” He tried to explain. The fans were pushy and Harry tried again. Y/n didn’t know what to do, but he gave her a pleading look for her help. She snuck away, with ease, to the front door of the bar and told the bouncers the situation they walked to the room she pointed at and she went to the bathroom, she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

She leaned into the sink sighing deeply. It must be hard for Harry to live like this, they had nearly been spotted a few times and Y/n who kept little track of social media involving celebrities hadn’t noticed the few gossip pages that had photos of Harry with a mystery woman. Which was of course her. Harry hadn’t seen anyone else since Y/n had come to the forefront of his mind.

A paparazzi had taken one of them going to dinner in London to see Anne. It was just a photo of their interlocked hands. ‘Who is this mystery woman?’. Then another of the back of her body hidden in a coat getting in Harry’s car from that same night.

There was also a photo of Harry near her apartment walking titled ‘Harry seen leaving a friend’s house. A very pretty friend.’ That was on New Year’s Day.

Another photo was of the pair of them. It was that day they walked in the park hand in hand, Y/n swimming in his clothes. The title was called, ‘Harry on a Sunday stroll.’ It was the back of them. Miraculously Y/n’s identity had yet to be leaked. But Harry worried now that they would know. The fans had already taken photos and videos of them singing.

He had hidden all this drama from her. Not wanting to stress her out, and now he felt awful. He had ruined the night. For everyone, and Y/n would probably snap out of herself and realise now that he came with baggage.

When two large bouncers came in they realised the situation quickly and escorted the fans and people out from the room. Harry was grateful, that must’ve been Y/n. But where was she? When the room was quiet he apologised but his friends seemed to not mind too much but were grateful to be alone once more. Harry said he was going to the loo, but he was searching for Y/n.

When he left and walked down the hall hoping no one would recognise him, lost in thought and panic he felt a body bump into his. 

“Sorr- Oh, hey, Petal. Yeh’ okay?”

Y/n was looking up at him already. “Yeah, you?”

He nodded, pulling her into his arms and placing a kiss on top of her head. He whispered something about how he was sorry about all that, and Y/n was too focused on him to notice the photos being taken of them.

This time both their faces were visible in it. Due to their slightly intoxicated state, they were less aware of their surroundings and so Y/n pecked his jaw and red lipstick shade was left there. They went back into the booth and began to sing some more and brush off the incident trying to enjoy the rest of their night.

Daisy and Y/n sang a Fleetwood Mac song, and soon all ten of them were on the small stage shouting the words and laughing. Daisy was holding Y/n’s hand and Harry was holding Y/n’s hip and she felt so warm, safe, and comforted between them. They belted the words without microphones and giggled together. She felt so at home, they were her people.

James began to dance very badly and serenade Daisy and the stage was theirs now. Like they were actors from the actual Shakespearean time.

Romeo and Juliet by The Dire Straights played loudly over the speakers. That was their song. James fell to his knees dramatically and it reminded Y/n of that scene in Mamma Mia on the beach.

She and the others had a few more drinks and the night grew more blurry. At around one in the morning, they began to wrap up and were all on a high from the great news of their best friend’s engagement. The group walked together in each others’ warm touch and stumbled outside. A flash of blinding white lights hit their eyes startling them all. 

Y/n leaned into the nearby touch of Harry the flash burning her retinas as she tried to figure out where she was. It was disorientating. But Harry was all too familiar with it. Loud voices asked questions.

“Is that the mystery girl?!”

“Who are you dating?”

“Is it any of these women?”

“Look at that lipstick stain! Is it from Y/n?”

How did they know her name? What mystery woman? Was Harry seeing other people? 

Somehow James and Harry managed to get them out of the way so they could all get into their taxis. Harry didn’t get in beside her like she assumed he would, he just leaned into the window she rolled down handing her some money. “Get home safe, I’ll call you tomorrow.”

As he watched her car zoom off he bit his lip. Maybe it was time.

Weirdly as the car drove off Y/n felt tears prick in her eyes. What was happening?

[harrywavycurly]

What if Harry and SC girlie run into Erin while out? Would Harry have to hold her back from telling Erin off for being rude to Harry and giving him the wrong number?😬

Hiii lovey!! I will give you a little tiny look at how I think this interaction would go, now if y’all feel differently let me know😂💖

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A/N: This is a little bit in the future and I think you handle yourself very well, also being called a heifer in the south can be used instead of saying the word b***h (or at least it does where I’m from lol) just so y’all know✨

“Harry?” The voice coming from behind him makes him pause for a moment as he reaches for an apple, making a mental note to cross it off the list whenever he manages to find wherever it is you’ve run off to in the store. He turns his head and feels his eyebrows raise in surprise as Erin stands a few feet away from him with a few items in her hands.

“Erin.” He gives her a smile as he places the apple in the cart that you already had placed a few things in for the beach trip the two of you were taking this afternoon. “How’ve you been?” He asks once he notices she’s still standing there looking at him as if she never expected to run into him again after their meeting almost a year ago even though they both live in the same city.

“I’ve uh been good.” Harry watches as she seems to snap out of whatever state of shock she was momentarily in as she manages to give him a warm smile while taking a few steps closer to him. He just nods and turns to look at the selection of peaches and when he finds one he thinks you’ll deem acceptable he grabs it and places it next to the apple in the cart.

“You never called me.” That sentence makes Harry nearly drop the orange in his hand, her voice is low and it’s not exactly a whisper but she’s not speaking in a volume that would allow others on the same aisle to hear what she said and he can understand why. When he turns to fully face her he sees her cheeks are a little pink and her eyes quickly go from looking at him down to her feet, clearly embarrassed and Harry doesn’t know how to react.

“You didn’t give me your number.” His tone is full of confusion because how was he supposed to call her when she didn’t give him her actual number. She raises an eyebrow at him as she looks up from her feet so she can meet his stare.

“Yes I did I typed it into your phone.” Harry thinks he’s being pranked, there’s absolutely no way she didn’t notice she typed in the wrong number. She had only had one drink when she was with him so it’s not as if she was too drunk to realize what she was typing.

“No you-”

“Honey can I borrow your height? They moved the sugar up two shelves.” Your sweet voice brings a smile to Harry’s face as he feels your hand on his lower back as you appear beside him near the back of the cart. “Oh I’m sorry am I interrupting something?” You ask when you look from Harry to the girl standing a few steps away from him who has a strange look on her face. Harry clears his throat before he looks down at you and motions towards the girl you’re now offering a reassuring smile to because you think she might be a shy fan of his that doesn’t know how to approach him.

“Well sweetheart this is Erin.” Harry feels your hand drop from his back and he just knows this isn’t going to end well if he lets it get too far. You quickly turn your body so you’re standing in front of him with your arms crossed over your chest as if you’re his protector and while Harry normally finds it adorable when you get like this, causing a scene in a grocery store isn’t something he wants to deal with today.

“So you’re the heifer that gave my sugar plum a fake number that ended up being mine?” Your tone is far from pleasant and if Harry wasn’t so worried about what was going to happen next he would’ve actually enjoyed the way your accent got just a tad bit thicker due to you being a little angry.

“Excuse me? What did you just call-”

“She didn’t mean it like that she’s from Texas.” You turn your head upward so you can send Harry a death glare as he tries to explain your choice of words to Erin whose eyes are the size of golf balls and her mouth is slightly hung open in shock.

“Now don’t go trying to tell her what I mean Harry Styles I said exactly what I mean and I’ll say it again if she needs me to repeat it.” Harry puts his hands on top of your shoulders and gives them a little squeeze in a sad attempt to help you calm down just a bit because the last thing he wants is to have you upset with him.

“I accidentally gave you her number?” Erin asks as you’re still glaring at Harry who just nods his head at her question. “And what? Now the two of you are-”

“I don’t think it’s any of your business what we are.” You cut her off as your glare moves from Harry to her making her just roll her eyes as she looks at Harry who shocks her by looking like he’s trying his best to fight a smile as he’s looking down at you and giving your shoulders another squeeze.

“You’re going to let her talk to me like this?” Harry looks at Erin who looks thoroughly embarrassed and he lets out a sigh as you roll your eyes.

“I don’t control her Erin she’s my girlfriend not my possession.” You smile as the word girlfriend slips past his lips making Erin’s face drop. “But uh I guess I should thank you for giving me the wrong number because if you hadn’t done that then I wouldn’t have met-”

“Yeah whatever you’re so welcome.” With that Erin walks down the aisle leaving the two of you standing there.

“She seems fun.” You tease as you uncross your arms and turn around so you’re facing Harry whose hands drop from your shoulders to your hips. “You thought I was gonna hit her didn’t you?” You ask as your arms go around his middle and he just laughs as he leans down to place a quick kiss to the top of your head.

“Only for a moment.” He answers as he looks down at you with a playful grin on his face.

“I can’t believe you tried to thank her for us meeting.” Harry quirks a brow at you making you just roll your eyes. “If anyone was going to hit someone it was going to be her decking you in the face and honestly honey I might’ve let her.” Harry lets out a huff as he slightly bends down as you reach up on your tiptoes so you can place a kiss to his cheek.

“I was trying to be polite.” He defends as you unwrap your arms from around him making him drop his hands from your hips.

“Always such a gentleman.”

[blakelysco-pilot]

All I Do Is Dream of You

From the Love Letter Series

Robert “Rosie” Rosenthal x Josephine Harris (OFC)

The morning of the Bremen Raid, Rosie finds himself unable to sleep, and the only person who could ease his nerves is an ocean away in New York. He does the only thing he knows how, when so far away, and thus, pens his first of letters to Jo.

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October 1943

Dearest Jo,

It’s fall in East Anglia, yet I can’t bring myself to enjoy it as much as usual. The weather is so different than it is back home. It rains all the time, and it’s hard to get anywhere with all the mud. I much prefer walking around the city huddled under an umbrella with you, than trying to get around on a bike, with all the puddles. I’m not made for these bikes, sweetheart; and if I know you, I know you’d get a good laugh at my expense. I’ve fallen off quite a few times. The latest landed me in the shallow end of a ditch, half soaked, on my way back from the supply hut. The only thing I could think to do was inflate my life vest. Pappy found me laying there and hasn’t let me live it down since. Now that I’ve told you, I don’t think you will either. I can almost hear you laughing as I write this. I miss the sound of your laugh, Jo. I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone so much, but I do. I miss you terribly. I hope you’re managing in Brooklyn without me, and by managing I mean not worrying about me too much. 

The good news, depending on how you look at it, is that this weather has afforded us no shortage of evenings in the Officers Club. It’s definitely not Minton’s but it fills the void for the time being. The fellas are good company. Nash met a Red Cross girl stationed here and he’s been trying to woo her since we stepped foot on base. Pappy thinks he has no shot. I’ll let you know how that works out for him. But, the drinks are alright, and the music fills the silence. Remember when we went to Carnegie to see Benny Goodman? This is nothing like that, but I like to pretend it is. 

I found out that Harry Crosby, and his wife live in the city. He said they moved before he shipped out. When this is all over, we’ll have to go out with them on a double. But not before I take you out, just us. Remember my promise, Jo. I’ll be waiting for you at Minton’s. Until then, I’ll wait for your reply. 

Yours, no matter how far away

Robbie

Rosie gave the letter a once over before carefully folding it and slipping it inside the envelope that was on the desk next to him. Once he had sealed it, he took care in making sure that Jo’s address was legible. It was nerve wracking enough that he had to worry about mail making it safely across an entire ocean before reaching home, but he didn’t want the reason it never got there to be because the address couldn’t be read.

Standing from the desk, he picked up his hat, and the envelope and made his way to the door. It was early, and he was flying today, but he wanted to make sure he made the post before the day got started. This was his first mission with the Hundredth and he had woken up slightly on edge, so he had gotten himself dressed and sat down to write to Jo. When he was home, and found himself stressed, he would seek her out and she would help to ease his worries. A letter to her was as close to the real thing as he could get while he was away. He had spilled his thoughts onto the page in the hopes of conveying just how much he missed her. It had helped, only slightly. One part of him figuring that the nerves would ease after he had one under his belt. After Bremen. After she wrote back so that he knew  these feelings weren’t entirely one sided. He knew he was thinking foolishly and the rational part of his brain would blame it on the nerves. He knew that she would never have said the things she did at the train station if she didn’t feel for him what he felt for her, but distance was a funny thing. Until he was back home with her, he’d never fully know.

The sun hadn’t even begun its ascent over the horizon when he ducked inside the APO hut to drop off his letter. The Corporal working the desk saluted him before accepting the envelope destined for New York, and Rosie watched as it was dropped in a basket along with dozens of other letters. He could only pray that it arrived safely to its intended recipient. Departing the building with a quick smile and a two fingered salute to the young Corporal, Rosie pushed through the doors and made his way back outside to journey to the mess hall. It was barely dawn, and when he entered, he found his crew and a few others already eating, but an empty seat had been saved for him next to Pappy. Quickly getting a plate and some chow, he made his way across the room to join his crew, sliding effortlessly into the seat next to his co-pilot. 

“You were up and at em early this morning.” Pappy spoke around a mouthful of powdered eggs. 

“Had to drop something off at APO on my way over.” Rosie replied, not sure just how much he wanted to give away. “Writing your mom already?” Nash joked from across the table. 

Rosie didn’t reply, which in hindsight, he realized was the information his friends had been fishing for. 

“You weren’t writing to your mom, were you?” Nash spoke again. 

With a sigh, Rosie looked up, shaking his head at the Pilot before relenting. 

“No, I wasn’t writing my Ma,” Rosie fixed Nash with a look. “I was writing to someone back home.”

“Is someone back home that pretty thing in the frame next to your cot ?” Pappy turned to him. 

“Yes, it is, you nosey sonuvabitch,” Rosie gently shoved him with his shoulder. “And her name is Josephine.”

“Well, how come you never talk about sweet Josephine?” 

“It’s…” He started, the words dying on his tongue as he tried to explain that she wasn’t his girl, not officially, and they had only made this discovery of feelings a mere few weeks ago. 

“If you tell me she’s not actually your girl, well that’s a damn shame because she sure is something!” Nash whistled. 

“She’s my girl,” Rosie finally conceded with a small smile. “She’s always been my girl.”

“Well how come you ain’t ever mentioned her?” 

“The picture next to the bed isn’t enough? I have to spell it out?”

“If that was my girl I’d be spelling it out!” Nash wiggled his eyebrows lewdly. 

In the seat next to Rosie, Pappy could feel the annoyance rolling off him in waves, and chose that moment to intervene on his friend's behalf. 

“Nash, enough,” Pappy spoke, pointing his fork at the pilot to get his point across. “We don’t talk about wives, girlfriends, mothers or sisters that way.” 

“Rosie knows I’m only kidding! Besides, I spent the night with Helen. I’m not trying to steal sweet Josephine away.”

The group collectively groaned at how unaware the pilot seemed to be, but no one pushed the argument.It was an unspoken rule; you didn’t take grudges or disagreements with you to the hardstand, or up in the sky. You left those on the ground, and when you came back, you thanked god you did and the grudges just didn’t seem to matter anymore. Because you were back on the ground. 

Bremen cost them so many. Seven planes and 72 men. It had left his bones rattling  under his skin, and the sound of flak bouncing around in his skull long after he had been back on solid ground. Marienburg had proven slightly better, in that all forts returned, but between the damage caused during the Bremen raid, and flak fire over Marienburg, Rosie’s Riveters was out of commission for the time being. Royal Flush didn’t sound promising to him, but, there was a war on and he didn’t have the right to be finicky over which plane they sent him up in. The fact of the matter was, the red light had been on all week, and he was going up a third time. Three missions in three days. 

Lemmons had begged him for answers as he practically tumbled from the hatch of Royal Flush. It was all he could do to just stand there, watching as they pulled the men from the fort who needed medical attention, his eyes wild as he took in the sight of another crewmember throwing up what was left of his breakfast. Munster cost them everyone. Every plane that went up that morning had been shot down. How he’d been the exception, Rosie couldn’t quite figure out, even as he sat in interrogation repeating the same words over and over. No chutes. No record. 

He had stumbled his way back to the equipment hut after interrogation. He scoffs at the word.  He still thinks it wasn’t so much an interrogation as it was reciting a casualty list. The names of the down forts, the men inside of them, turning over and over in his mind. He barely registers that he’s removed his flight gear, exited the hut, and is stumbling to his own billet. He feels numb when he drops his jacket to his cot, grabs his toiletries and heads for the showers. Barely acknowledges Pappy calling out to him, mumbling a quiet response when his co-pilot tells him that Harding wants to see him after he’s sorted himself out. 

Now, sitting in Harding’s office, he visibly balks when he hears that his crew is being sent on a mandatory week of R&R. They’re off to the Flak House. He had opened his mouth to complain, but the look that the Colonel sent his way was eerily reminiscent of one that his Ma had given him many times over the years. Being on the receiving end of that look was never a good thing, so he had promptly shut his mouth, and accepted his orders. When he was dismissed, and back in his hut, he found Pappy had waited around for him, anxious to know what Harding had wanted to see him about. 

“So?” He prompted, his face paling as he watched Rosie pull his garment bag from under the bed. 

“Pack your things,” Rosie glanced up at him only briefly. “Harding’s sending us to the Flak House.”

“We-wait, what?”

Picking Jo’s picture up off the side table next to his cot, he heaved a sigh as he placed it next to his toiletries bag. What he wouldn’t give to be able to talk to her right now. To pour every emotion of the last three days out, knowing that she wouldn’t judge him. That she would hold on to every word he spoke, no matter. But until he could do that, he would have to settle for what he could do, and hope that when he returned to Thorpe Abbotts, there would be an envelope waiting for him. Until then… 

Dearest Jo… 

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Escape from LA - Lisa Manobal x Fem!Depp!Reader

Part 3:

I closed the door behind me and let out a long sigh, only now getting out of the daze she had been keeping me in for the last couple of hours.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Stepped Lily in front of me with her arms crossed. She looked pissed. “What?” I asked walking past her to the bathroom. “Y/n she literally said she has a boyfriend and you kiss her?” She argued. I started to get my makeup off not really caring about her tantrum. “She said it’s a business relationship, PR if you ask me. So it’s not really a relationship. And she kissed me,” I pointed out, totally chill about the situation. “Since when do you play like this?” Asked my sister as she leaned on the doorframe of the room. “You know I don’t do this,” I chuckled on my way in the dating scene. I truly don’t live up to the pop star image. I’m not really a one-night stand person and I’m not a crazy party person either. Even Lily says sometimes I’m boring as hell.

“I’ve seen you drunk, you never do this. Are you on drugs?” She asked and I looked back at her like she was crazy. “Can’t I kiss someone without getting accused of being high?” I turned back to the mirror and continued to remove my makeup. “I kissed Lisa because she wanted me to and because I wanted to. It wasn’t in the middle of the street and front of cameras. I kiss whoever I want to.” She stayed silent for a minute before she walked over and sat on the counter next to me.

“Was it good?” She slightly kicked my thighs with her dangling feet. “I’ve never kissed someone like that. I know I was tipsy or drunk whatever… but damn it was like I was on drugs,” I tried to put my feelings into words and this was the only way I could do it. “Jennie said Lisa is not usually this open to new people lately so I think she saw something in you.”

***

I walked to the front of the runway part of the stage, the light following my steps. “With older songs, I always have someone in mind that I write these songs about, but as time passes they sometimes change. So this is, Into you,” I said and the crowd screamed and before the light on me turned off, I looked up to the balcony where Lisa was standing with the girls. She was far from me but I could tell she was looking at me too.

As the song started, I slowly started walking back to the main stage deciding not to look up at the balcony throughout the song.

A little bit dangerous

But baby that’s how I want it

I sang this like it’s meant to be sung. When I wrote it I was still with Harry and that time was a really great wave of our relationship. But after the breakup, it kind of lost its meaning to me and nobody else really took its place but now, I kinda think it’s coming back.

For the rest of the show I can’t lie, I couldn’t stop glancing up at the balcony. I was distracted by the kiss that kept replaying in my head.

Saying my farewells to the crowd I blew kisses all around and waved like a maniac. “I love you! Thank you guys! Get home safe!” The lift went down and I was quick to hand off my mic and vires to the staff. Immediately I took off my jacket because I was sweating like crazy and I needed a bucket of water just to shove my head into it.

Just as I reached the hallway to my dressing room, I spotted the girls waiting outside the door. “Great show, Y/n,” heard a man say behind me and I couldn’t help but look since the voice was way too familiar. And there was Harry Styles in the flesh. “Harry, hi. I didn’t know you were coming,” I said genuinely confused as he said he would reach out if he could come to a show. “It was a very last-minute thing. I thought I couldn’t make it,” he explained. I glanced back at the girls and by that time only Lisa was standing there. She was just on her phone, not really caring about what was going on around her. Lisa looked very hot. She had light baggy jeans on with a black crop top and a Celine jacket and hat on. I really like how she styles herself and be comfortable while still looking fine as fuck. “I’ll let you go, you shouldn’t let your guests wait,” Harry’s voice brought me back. I chuckled and shook my head. “Sorry, uhm… Thank you for coming. I really appreciate you being here, I’m sorry I can’t hang out,” I said and he just smiled. “That’s fine. You were amazing, I’ll see you around,” said Harry and we shared a quick hug before I turned in my heels to get to Lisa.

She was leaning against the wall, mindlessly scrolling through her phone. I couldn’t really see her face from the hat and her hair but a little part of her nose and lips were still visible. I got closer and closer to her and she still didn’t notice me. “Hey,” I said and she shot her head up. “Hi,” she said cutely, with a smile on her face. She looked behind me and then back at me. “I thought you were hanging out with him,” she said with a weird tone. “No, he just came to say hi. Where are the girls?” I asked. “They went back to the hotel. Jisoo was feeling sick and the girls didn’t want to leave her alone,” she explained. Her eyes were scanning my whole body while she talked and I couldn’t let that slide. Grabbed onto her hand and opened the dressing room, checking if there was anyone inside but it was empty. I pulled Lisa inside the room and leaned against the closed door, pulling her close to me. “So are we just drunk kissing or what?” I questioned the woman and the smirk on her face was so fucking hot. “I hope not,” she husked and her sneaky hand just fell around my waist, locking her fingers behind me. My hands fell on her shoulders, slowly moving towards her neck. I leaned close and when she tried to kiss me I pulled back a bit. “You’re pretty fucking hot, you know,” I mumbled against her lips, looking up into her eyes. “Yeah?” She asked and I nodded. Her hands slowly slipped towards my lower back and my heartbeat started to pick up the pace. The anticipation was strong. “You were pretty cool today,” said Lisa, and she surprised me by leaning down to my neck, leaving small kisses on the skin. Her soft lips were gentle and tender. “You think so?” I leaned my head back and she didn’t waste any time to kiss up my neck to my jaw. “Yes.”

Once Lisa reached my chin her hand came up and placed it on my neck gently, her fingers set on my jaw. She moved my head to face her and the devilish smile on her face was making me crazy. “Oh we’re gonna have so much fun together.”

Our time was cut short in the dressing room because we had to leave the stadium soon and still needed to change. I got that done quickly and I wasn’t sure if Lisa wanted to spend time with me or not. “Do you want to get some food?” I asked and was a little nervous about her response, hoping she would say yes.

“Yeah, let’s go,” she smiled and I got my phone, texted my assistant that I’d be out and we made our way outside. On the way to the car, I said bye to everyone who crossed our path even though I’d see them in two days.

One of the security guys opened the door for us to the back where the car was waiting for us. And as he opened the door flashes were everywhere. I went blind for a second and grabbed onto Lisa’s hand to try and find my balance. With a helping hand on my waist, she slowly guided me to the car and we got in quickly.

Wiped the tears off my face that had come out because of the lights and the car took off in no time. “You alright?” Asked Lisa with a hand on my thigh. “Yeah, I just couldn’t see,” I gave her a slight smile.

It was about a 30-minute drive to the place we chose so we had a little time and I really wanted to get to know her better.

“How long are you staying in LA?” I asked. “I’m leaving tomorrow,” Lisa said with a sigh, her hand still on my thigh, caressing my jeans-covered leg.

“And where are you going?” “I will go to Paris and the girls back to Korea,” she said, obviously disappointed with that. “What’s in Paris?” “My boyfriend,” she looked away, sitting straight ahead. The expression on her face seemed angry and frustrated. I still didn’t know enough information to give any advice. “Can’t you just end it?” I asked and she shook her head. “It could be worse, you know. He’s not a bad guy, we’re just not great together,” she shrugged. “So you guys tried being in a real relationship?” “Yeah, for like a month. There was no vibe,” she looked at me with a sad smile. “It is complicated, I don’t really understand how this is beneficial for either of you if it’s not public. But yeah at least he’s not an asshole then.”

Once we got to the restaurant, thankfully there was no paparazzi so we could enter calmly. The place was mostly empty, with one or two tables occupied. I asked for a more private table just to be sure, not wanting any unnecessary attention. It wasn’t anything fancy, more like a diner but still demanding.

We both got our menus and after the waitress left Lisa looked at me. “I didn’t even ask last night if you were in a relationship,” she said and I chuckled. “Oh, I’m not. I’ve been single for a couple of months now.” “At least you're free to live,” she said with a sarcastic smile. I nodded and looked for any sadness in the sentence. “Thankfully I’ve never been in a relationship like that. I don’t think I could do it. You seem to be doing a great job, though,” I said and she shrugged. “I get stuff out of it too. His parents are involved with Celine and Louis Vuitton, so I have endless options of clothes. I go to Paris a lot and it’s a beautiful city. I don’t have to go public and pretend how in love we are. It’s easier than a public relationship,” she explained. “But you can’t even be in a public relationship, right? Isn’t that a big thing in K-POP? I always read about the insane rules you guys have.” “Yeah, it’s not really allowed. I don’t think it’s gonna change. Only if we get a new management,” said Lisa, and honestly, I don’t think I would be an artist under these conditions. They take everything just to keep a good image. “And will that happen? You guys could have an American label,” I suggested and she shook her head. “As a group, we're probably not gonna change. But all of us want to continue with our solos so I guess that’s our best option, to sign with someone else as solo artists and stay as a group with YG. It’s really complicated and messy. It’s hard to trust new management and labels.” “Would you consider signing to an American label as a soloist? Or do you want to stay in Korea?” “I want to have as much freedom as I can. I want to travel, be with who I want, and get tattoos without having to hide them and drink in public, and in Korea, they have a say in everything you do. An American label is the best choice obviously, but then I’ll have to go between the US and Korea all the time.” “I’m sure you’ll work something out. You’re the most well-known K-pop artist, every label would want you,” I said and she shyly smiled. “I’m not sure about that.” “Oh, believe me, they do. You have two solo songs out and they are performing crazy numbers, plus you’re a very loved person with an existing fan base. Even if you’re not something they are interested in, artist vise, it’s a great business deal.” “I don’t think I would do something for only business again,” said Lisa, and I quickly looked up from my menu. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like“ Her hand was quick to find mine on the table, gently placing hers on mine. “I know, it’s okay. Thank you for trying to help, though,” she said kindly.

We ordered shortly after and we got to know each other better.

“I saw a picture of you wearing the Nepobaby shirt, it was pretty funny,” Lisa mentioned and I laughed a little knowing how interesting that was in the media. “Yeah, I like to play with these things. I don’t care if they criticize me or my work, but I still see it. Without my parents, it would have been much harder to get where I am but I still have done it,” I explained. “Do people always ask about your parents? Like in interviews and stuff,” asked Lisa then sipped her drink. “Not as much anymore. When Dad and his ex-wife had this whole trial, I didn’t do interviews because of that and even after it was done, I made sure I was not asked about it. It’s not my business to talk about it.”

Our food arrived soon and the conversation didn’t die down one bit. I was so eager to know more about Lisa, her life, her friends and family, her cats and dog, everything. She was so interesting and fresh from the people around me. She had a whole different experience than I did. She works with different personalities and I wanted to know everything she wanted to share.

People in Los Angeles tend to be very egotistical and they think they are better than anyone. Lisa is the total opposite. She is one of the most humble people I’ve ever met. Yes, she’s aware of how good she looks and that she’s talented, but her personality is not built on that. She is kind and views you as equal.

Also, Lisa’s very funny. Very quick with her comebacks and they are really great. She gets a joke, she doesn’t find it offensive and most people get upset with sarcastic jokes.

And her smile. Oh gosh, that smile is everything. When she smiles so widely that her eyes close and her cheeks grow, it’s the sweetest.

While we were eating, Jisoo called her and obviously, they were speaking Korean. Even though I didn’t understand a word, it was extremely hot how she jumped from English to Korean and how her tone changed to a higher level.

When it came time to pay, I insisted on paying, not even letting her take her wallet out. We called a cab and around midnight we were already in the car.

“Thanks for this, it was really fun. I haven’t been out like this in a while,” Lisa said and I smiled. “I loved it too. It was a nice change of pace,” I spoke and at that moment we pulled up to Lisa’s hotel.

“Have a safe flight tomorrow,” I said and Lisa smiled. “You too, have fun on your,” she leaned in to kiss my cheek. “Back at you. Hopefully, I’ll see you guys play live soon.” “I hope so.” I reached for her face and gently cupped her cheek before pulling her into a long kiss. Who knows when we will see each other again? Lisa kept her balance by putting her hand on my knee before we pulled back and with a smile she opened the door. “I’ll talk to you later,” she said before she closed the door and walked inside the hotel.

[neongreenllama]

Feelings

@wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius sighed.

“Why do you sigh so much?”

He glanced down at the five-year-old perched on the toilet seat, combing his messy hair to get ready for the day. Or rather, combing one strand of his hair over a dozen times and neglecting the rest. Sirius couldn’t blame him; it was a struggle to untangle every morning and he always ended up having to help him.

He looked back at himself in the mirror, where he’d finished shaving and all the while had been judging the size and shape of his nose, and his eyebags that seemed to get darker every day, and those lines that had appeared on his forehead …

He sighed again.

“Because sometimes I don’t feel pretty,” he confessed.

“Moony always says you are.”

He sighed once more and poked his cheek to make it look … different. To no avail, of course.

“Yes, but he’s biased so that doesn’t count.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Biased?” He looked at Harry for confirmation who nodded. “It means someone can’t be objective about something.”

“What’s objecive,” the boy tested the unfamiliar word and ending up slurring it.

“Objective,” Sirius enunciated more clearly. “It’s when …” He searched for a way to explain the word. “You don’t let your feelings get in the way of judging something. Making an opinion about something,” he added to be more precise. “It’s only looking at the facts. So, Moony is biased because, thanks to all of his feelings of love getting in the way, he can’t be objective about me. He’ll still think I’m pretty when I’ve lost all my hair and I’m old and wrinkly.”

Harry made a face at the thought of an old and wrinkly Paddy with no hair. Sirius beckoned him over to look with him in the mirror together.

“But you won’t let your feelings get in the way, will you?” Now, with Harry standing on the toilet seat and leaning against the sink, he took a breath to steady himself and said, “So tell me honestly, do you think I’m pretty? I can take it.”

Harry looked at him for a moment and then shrugged. “Ms. Bruhn thinks you’re sooo haaandsome,” he finally said, mimicking the slow and high-pitched voice of his pre-school teacher from when he’d overheard her talking to a colleague once, and swooningly put his hand to his chest.

“You think you’re so funny,” Sirius replied drily to the giggling five-year-old next to him before taking the brush and holding it like a weapon. “Here, you jokester, let’s untangle that mat.”

What followed was underlined by a lot of squealing, but finally they managed to make the boy look somewhat decent enough so other people won’t think he was being neglected.

“Am I pretty?” he asked Remus later who was standing at the kitchen counter making tea while Sirius was sat on the sofa.

They finally had some peace after the little one had been handed to Ms. Bruhn for safekeeping for the day.

“Very.”

“You’re not even looking.”

Remus briefly glanced up at him before going back to put teabags in the cups.

“I know what you look like, Sirius,” he replied calmly.

“Yes, but today. And be objective. Don’t let your feelings get in the way.”

Remus finally looked up at him and held his gaze with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re beautiful, Sirius. You know that.”

Sirius rolled his eyes and shook his head, unsatisfied with that answer.

“I said don’t let your feelings get in the way.”

“What are you talking about.” He shook his head. “Where’s all this coming from? Sirius Black not satisfied with his good looks?”

Sirius let out another long sigh in a series of many that day, letting his head fall back on the sofa. He didn’t really know what the problem was. Usually he was quite confident in his beauty but lately he just felt bored of his body and the way it looked.

“I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting old,” he finally relented.

There was a moment of silence before big hands cupped his cheeks from behind, leaning his head even further back so he could look at Remus’s face.

“I doubt twenty-five counts as old.” He stroked his thumb along Sirius’s cheek and lips and down to his chin. More gently, he said, “I don’t think I can be objective about you. But if it helps, I’ll still think you’re beautiful when you’re old and wrinkly.”

And he knew that, but somehow, hearing it, he couldn’t keep the smile from creeping up on his face and the warmth from spreading in his chest.

Maybe it didn’t matter that his feelings got in the way.

[phdmama]

I have a prompt!

Domestic drarry + your smoothie recipe 😌

(Argh so I did this and lost it, so this is a recreating!!)

This is, pretty much entirely SOOC (aka not particularly edited) and I hope it makes you smile! xox

~1100 words, Teen, no cw apply as far as I can tell!

“Why,” Malfoy shouts as he storms into the flat and lets the door slam shut behind him, “does your mother not only think we’re dating, but is telling me that I’m not taking good enough care of you?”

Harry presses a hand to his thundering heart. 

“What the fuck, Malfoy. You just scared the shit out of me. And what now? My who? What?”

“Your mother,” Malfoy enunciates. “Molly Weasley. Just cornered me at the coffee shop to tell me that you’re looking too thin and it’s my job to take care of you. The job that I am, apparently, not doing to her satisfaction.” He pauses and then hisses, “What the fuck, Potter?”

Harry stares at him. “Back the fuck up,” he says firmly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Malfoy drops onto the couch next to him. “I was at the coffee shop. Here, by the way,” and he thrusts out a grease-stained bakery bag. “I got you a croissant.”

“Thanks,” Harry says, completely lost now.

“And Mrs Weasley was there, and you know how she terrifies me, Potter. She said hello. She hugged me, told me, and I quote, ‘she couldn't be happier,’” — his air quotes are vicious — “but that you’d been looking too thin and now that we’re partners…” His voice trails off and they stare at each other.

“What,” Malfoy says precisely, “the fuck did you tell her?”

“Um,” Harry says, thinking back to his usual Friday night supper with the whole Weasley crew. “I told her we were partners now.”

“At work,” Malfoy says urgently. “Did you say the words ‘at work,’ Potter?”

“I, err.” Harry slumps back. “I mean, maybe?” They blink at each other. “Probably not, actually. You know I’d been up for like, three days straight on that fucking stake-out and then Arthur gave me gin.”

“So, you were drunk?”

Harry sighs. “I was a little drunk.”

There’s a long pause as they both contemplate the horror of having to break Molly Weasley’s heart as she’s spent the last ten years trying to get Harry wedded and bedded, and at this point, apparently, she’s not picky. 

“I think,” Harry says slowly, scrunching up his face as if that will help his memory, “I said something like, ‘oh hey, I’ve got news, Malfoy and I are partners now.’ And then I had to wee so I went to the loo.” 

“You didn’t think,” Malfoy says icily, “about how that might sound? How the term ‘partners,’”  —  again with the savage air quotes — “might be open to interpretation?”

“No,” Harry says honestly. “I knew what I meant. And also, gin.”

“Gin,” Malfoy echoes morosely and heaves a sigh. “Okay, fine.” 

He gets up and wanders into the kitchen.

“Um,” Harry calls after him, “what are you doing?”

Malfoy pokes his head back out. “My job.” He gives Harry a critical once-over. “She’s not wrong, actually, you are looking a little peaky, so I’m going to make you a smoothie. Eat your fucking croissant.”

“Will it be that banana peanut butter smoothie?” Harry asks eagerly and he can almost hear the eye roll from the kitchen.

“Fine,” Malfoy says, and a few minutes later, Harry hears the blender go on and then, after it quiets, the sounds of drawers and cupboards being opened as Malfoy finishes prepping what is truly the most delicious smoothie Harry has ever had.  “I’m not fucking bringing it to you, you come in here and get it.”

“Fine,” Harry says and heaves himself to standing. 

He walks the three metres into their postage-stamp-sized kitchen to accept the mason jar filled to the brim with the creamy concoction, complete with reusable straw because Malfoy cares about the ocean and stuff. He takes a sip, and then another, because Malfoy’s banana-peanut butter smoothie is actually the best thing he’s ever tasted, and then sets the jar aside, moves in close, cages Malfoy in up against the counter.

“We should tell them,” he murmurs, before pressing his lips to that specific spot on Malfoy’s neck, the one Harry knows makes Malfoy weak. “Molly. Kingsly. Everyone. We should tell them.”

Malfoy groans as his head tilts back, an involuntary reaction at this point to the heat of Harry’s mouth on his skin. One hand reaches out and anchors onto Harry’s hip. 

“Don’t fucking stop.”

“I won’t,” Harry murmurs, pressing kisses and sharp nips into Malfoy’s delicate skin. “I just can’t hide it anymore. How I feel. What we are.” He boosts Malfoy up onto the kitchen counter, experience having taught them both that it’s the perfect height for Malfoy to wrap his legs around Harry’s waist. “Please, Draco. Can we? Can we tell them?”

“Yeah,” Draco whispers and pulls Harry impossibly closer. “Yeah, we can tell them.”

So Harry kisses Draco and thinks things like I love you and always and I will never not choose you, and then, because Harry Potter is many things but stupid is not among them, he drinks his smoothie and blows Draco right there in the kitchen, and imagines getting to have this. Getting to keep this. Forever.

Draco is leaning back, bracing himself on his elbows, chest heaving as he tries to recover. 

“I think,” Harry says seriously, “I’d marry you for the smoothie alone.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Draco gasps, “It’s literally not that difficult, Potter.”

Harry sits back on his heels, shrugs and wipes his mouth, grabs the jar and takes another drink. “It never tastes as good when I do it. Face it, Draco. I need you.”

Draco tilts his head down and gives Harry a look, that familiar look that’s part exasperation, part amusement, and all affection. “You’re just too damn lazy to make it yourself.”

Harry snickers. “Maybe so,” he agrees. “But after all, apparently it’s your job to keep me from wasting away, and this smoothie is a goddamn good way to do that.”

“If that’s my job,” Draco wonders, as he hops down from the counter and yanks up his joggers before running a gentle hand through Harry’s messy curls, “then what’s yours?”

“Mine?” Harry asks as he gets to his feet and pulls Draco in for a quick, possessive kiss. “Mine is to love you for the rest of your life.” He pauses. “And, mine, obviously,” he adds and the dazed look on Draco’s face sharpens into something closer to joy.

“Obviously,” he agrees.

For the rest of that life, Harry will think back on this moment as the one that changes everything. The moment where the rest of his life truly begins, but for now, he's not thinking about any of that. He has a boyfriend to kiss and a smoothie to drink.

He's got his priorities sorted.

[itsthenerdwonder]

Okay, before we end the PJO tv show, I’m gonna watch the shitty movie. I’ve reread the book, chapter by chapter, before each episode to compare it for myself. But let’s watch the movie to compare to the show AND book cuz why the eff not?

And since Percy is played by a 21 year old, I will also be drinking during this movie cuz BLEH!

20th Century Fox…you sure did last longer than 1999. For better and worse. And now Disney owns you and you’re nothing but a memory…a little more booze will fix that.

Chris Columbus, because everyone loved the first 2 Harry Potter movies. Well, they loved how good of adaptations they were as well as the Dumbledore actor.

Giant Poseidon rises out of the water…struggling to walk through water like he’s a human. AND A HUMAN SEES HIM AND HE’S JUST LIKE “sup” LIKE….THAT HAD BETTER BE A RANDOM TSUNAMI HE’S FUCKING SEEING! AND THEN POSEIDON JUST WATER MORPHS INTO A REGULAR GUY?! WHY ARE YOU NOW A REGULAR GUY?! WHY NOT JUST START AS A REGULAR GUY? Why be massive at all? Just, why?

You know, Sean Bean probably wishes he DID die in this movie so he’d never have to reprise. But, only the main 4 actually reprised so, you know, whatever. The franchise flopped enough to count as a death.

EXPSITION! TALKING! WALKING! BORING!

Also, this implies that Luke LITERALLY JUST TOOK IT! Like, days/hours ago and Zeus is already like “guess imma just kill a kid and cause WWIII in 2 weeks.” Like, Zeus has no chill, but he’s king of the gods for a reason. Those shits are PETTY! And do ALL KINDS of stuff that could’ve resulted in dozens of power plays/wars/other shitty things happen to the gods or mortals, but they didn’t cuz Zeus…actually knows how to rule. He just doesn’t know how to keep it in his pants. That’s a separate issue.

Such intense. Very dramatique standing. Much wow.

Honestly, even though this is a weird opening, it is a very good opening. Percy just…chilling in his element. Like, yeah, 7 minutes for a high schooler to just hold his breath is bad cuz 6 minutes and you start losing brain cells and teenagers don’t have cells to lose cuz they lost half of them to puberty and spend the next 10-15 years wrestling them back from their hormones and self-worth issues. But still, it’s a nice score after that intensely nothing scene, very calm and soothing, makes the “who could Percy’s dad” question feel very stupid but the movie isn’t trying to make you think, so you can just…be for that underwater scene. It’s nice. But unfortunately we don’t drown and the movie keeps going.

Although, with Rick adding that Percy does have a fear of drowning in later books, that does make this scene���terrifying. Is Percy trying to drown himself?

“It’s like high school without the musical” so…high school. Also, hey, an appropriately 2008 reference cuz these books can’t stop making references. Seriously, Rick, you can stop making references that date the books. You do a yearly reference per book but sometimes it’s multiple books per year. THAT’S NOT HOW DATES WORK.

Mrs. Dodds is teaching English cuz…Shakespeare is harder than high school trig? But it does give us a decent look at Greek letters superimposing over the early modern English as the letters move and rearrange and…this is the second nice thing I’ve said. SHIT! SAY SOMETHING DISPARAGING!

“I think this dyslexia thing is getting worse.” That’s…not how dyslexia works. “Idk, maybe it’s the ADHD.” This movie is dumb. Phew, I said something disparaging.

Percy sassing his mom makes me hate him rather than making me think they have a close relationship and he loves his mom and would literally kill for her.

Ah, the first sexual thing to happen on screen. And this is the only one to not make me mad cuz it’s Gabe being the worst.

“Show some respect. That’s my mom right there.” No, that’s his wife right there. Show him some of you leaving so he can continue to be a mortal pig stinking up the place and making you safe from monsters. God this Gabe is the worst, he’s fucking perfect.

Oh right, and the gods are telepathic too. Cuz…why? That’s never established in ANY myth or book. “I haven’t seen him since he was a baby” yeah, but apparently you guys have one-way phone calls where you give cryptic advice every other Tuesday.

AND THEY GET GREEK MYTH WRONG! “The Big Three overthrew Kronus.” *Pulls out 3 mythology books, 10 mythology websites and the fucking book.* Now, we’re not leaving until you learn these gods’ dam myths or you are carried away by Thanatos trying.

Mrs. Dodds honestly looks like such a creeper in this scene. Looking like she’s trying to sniff his hair. Ick.

Pierce Brosnan is a brilliant actor. He uses the wheelchair like a fucking pro, but then he keeps propping himself up at an odd angle away from the back like it’s uncomfortable to sit in. Which, would make sense given he’s got a whole other half folded up behind him.

It’s so interesting how the Furies keep getting wings in modern media. Like, classical depictions have them as just really really pissed off ladies. And that’s no lady. That’s a demon.

Logan was clearly thinking the CGI would grab his arms to lift him instead of underneath his arms, so he just looks really stiff cuz the CGI artists messed up.

“I should be on medication.” Well yes but actually no.

Also, how was the show’s lack of a fight scene better than this…almost fight? Pathetic attack and subsequent scolding? At least she died in the show, unlike here.

“Only use it in times of severe distress.” That line…makes no sense…cuz…like…he’s camp activities director for a bunch of demigods he’s training to fight to the death…WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DOESN’T WANT THIS KID WHO’S IN IMMEDIATE DANGER TO USE A WEAPON?!

“This is a pen. This is a pen!” Well…at least some of this movie is fun/funny/almost enjoyable.

Movie!Percy is an ableist jackass who thinks crutches constitute helplessness. Book!Percy would beat Movie!Percy up for even SUGGESTING Grover couldn’t handle himself, much less kick someone’s ass. He’s seen Grover in the cafeteria line.

“Like I said, I’m your protector.” And suddenly, Eddie and the guys think Grover’s gay for Percy

“He was forced to leave.” I…the tide comes and goes. And so does Poseidon. He’s here, then he’s gone. But he’ll return again. Constant change. How is that so hard to write?

“Leaving you was probably the most difficult thing he ever did.” Okay, I know you’re not Show!Sally, but lady, Imma need you to do your research about your ex. Okay?

“Sally watch out!” For what? The cow didn’t enter the screen until the car was already turning to avoid it.

And this is why you wear a seat belt. All of you should’ve gone flying through that windshield cuz none of you were wearing seat belts.

I’m going to need Grover to never say “Come on” again. Please. For the love of Apollo.

I hate that invisible wall.

You know, it’s supposed to be raining. Which is why Percy does not insta-die. Cuz water. Instead, this kid is just the best at being a matador/sword fighting cuz Gary Stu.

“No. No. No. No. No. No.” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! GIVE IT UP FOR THE WORST LINE DELIVERY IN THE WHOLE GODDAMN MOVIE! “I’d like to thank my mom, for dying. My teen angst, for not giving a shit for her dying. That math test I was supposed to take today I definitely didn’t study for that I was thinking about the same time as remembering my mom just died. None of you were important to me. And I’ll keep on not caring for the rest of this movie. Good night!”

This is the tiniest Camp Half-Blood ever…and the musical just had a small black box to work with. Sword combat training right next to archers firing at everything leaving the infirmary and both working to put you back in immediately after getting healed?

“I’m a loser. I have dyslexia. ADHD.” Look. 2010 was a different time. But like…did the writers KNOW what those were? That they’re unfortunately not an uncommon disability in America. For one or the other (usually not both, but most people don’t hear about half-bloods unless they make the news for blowing up Mount St. Helens. Again)

Look at Clarise kicking ass, even though she should have her hair up. “That’s Annabeth.” Oh, right. Every time.

Instant connection. Cuz…teenagers be horny I guess. Not like we can actually build up the relationship or anything. NOOOOO. Gotta be horny at first sight.

Pierce Brosnan is a terrible actor with how he’s holding his arms like he Naruto running, but they’re fists so it just looks stiff and awkward.

“A real horse’s ass.” I still don’t understand that joke. Not that one. The one in Aladdin where he says “a horse with two rear ends” but…RIGHT! Gotta focus on the worse movie.

All daughters of Aphrodite are sorority girls with Elle Woods’ body and libido without the Elle Woods brains. Remember when this story was supposed to be for 12-year-olds.

And there’s no question who his dad is cuz Poseidon just came to camp one day and decided to be a carpenter and carved “PεΓ<ψ ωiιι βε HεΓε” right above the door

You know…the CGI on Chiron’s horse half looks pretty good.

“This stuff is so heavy!” That’s light leather! What are you talking about. I can show you several 12-year-olds wearing full metal breastplates, pauldrons and helmets carrying metal shields too (which also looks cheap, but still) that would laugh at how you think THAT is heavy.

Grover’s so upbeat here at camp…which is…interesting…

Camp Leader? Leader? I…what the fuck is happening. Why is Luke…more in charge than Chiron? And Mr. D comes next movie…DID MR. D TAKE LUKE’S JOB?!

Idk…maybe it’s just the Michael lingering in poor Adam Winchester, but…he just RADIATES evil, you know?

“That’s a sword. That’s a sword.” No shit.

But, you know, even with the shaky cam, the fight choreography is pretty good.

“My mother is goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. You know what that means?” You’re an inflated windbag who exposits a lot? Like, didn’t we already establish that 2 scenes ago? Yet, I almost needed it cuz I forgot she was Annabeth again and was like “Hey Clarisse” cuz she looks like how I picture Clarrise (who’s a blonde) and fighting against Percy and being a bitch and…yeah

Cuz she wouldn’t know to not leave a son of Poseidon anywhere near water? Like, even not knowing that it’d heal him, with admittedly decent effects, he’s already claimed and so she’d KNOW that maybe, just maybe, he’s a water boy. That and/or he’s probably pretty good on horseback.

And now the fight choreography sucks. I’m bored. Mostly by the 1-v-1 instead of war between many like we were doing. Like…they would be doing.

Grover isn’t hungry all the time here. He’s horny all the time. I hate it.

“I’m not going to grow a fish tail or gills am I?” Listen, I’d much rather be watching Thirteenth Year. Shut up.

“I have very strong feelings for you. I just haven’t decided if they’re positive or negative yet.” So…you think he’s hot, but a jerk. So…make it negative cuz…yeah, this Percy is a prick and I don’t want to be his friend. Where’s Book or Show!Percy. I miss them.

AND HADES IS SATAN BECAUSE EVERYONE SAW DISNEY’S HERCULES AS WELL AS FUCKING CHRISTIANS AND THEIR HATRED OF DEATH! I HATE THIS! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU FOR DISPARAGING THE LORD OF THE DEAD LIKE THIS!

I’m also going to need Grover to stop saying “I’m your protector.” It’s almost as repetitive as “Come on,” but not quite. Not yet.

Luke playing video games is somehow the biggest change from the book. Not Annabeth eating Clarisse’s character. Not Mrs. Dodds teaching Shakespeare. Not that everyone knows Percy’s heritage and thus we cut out the “gods are deadbeats” theme from the books…nope. It’s the fact that this Ancient Greek summer camp has fucking electricity.

“My dad’s a jerk, I’ve never met him.” You know, if it was ONLY book 1, I could forgive this. Knowing several books had come out and May Castellian’s story was able to be known…OOPS! Kinda forgot to read ahead to make sure everything lines up, huh?

I broke into a god’s house and stole stuff (I’m obviously not the Lightning Theif even though I’ve already stolen from the gods) like this book that’s still covered in dust which doesn’t make sense logically.

Shoe flies into the screen for all the 3D movie watchers out there. Honestly, I miss when 3D did gimmicks like that.

Persephone fucking around is not her character. Other than possibly Hades (and, that’s from Ovid, a Roman, who put in a line about her agency rather than the original Greek tale) she’s a virgin goddess. She’s called Kore, The Maiden, before she’s Persephone. Like…what’s with all the sex stuff and tying NONE OF IT TO ZEUS!?

Look, the 3 pearls given by Poseiden being made the 3 stopping points could’ve…not sucked, except, the first few books are very much adventures. Like Voyage of the Dawn Treader. Or any of the Lord of the Rings. We start at Point A and we’re going to Point B and crazy things happen on the way to make it interesting. Those things are just super dangerous cuz it’s an adventure inspired by The Oddessy rather than a Road Trip movie where those things are comedy based.

Map will only show 1 pearl at a time, so how does Luke know how many there are? He could be lying. Also this is why Mrs. Dodds needed to teach you Math, so you could do 1+1+1 DOES NOT EQUAL 4 PEOPLE STUPID!

Also, to get the map to show you the next one, just say I Solemnly Swear That I’m Up To No Good.

And Luke gives them a shield that takes 5 seconds to fully open which isn’t helpful because we saw none of the kids using shields so they probably would suck with them instead of knowing how to use it in a fight/forget it has a timer and they die by being impaled before the shield can fully open.

47 minutes in and we’re JUST NOW getting to the quest. And YET! It felt like we were running through the first 10 chapters.

Honestly, don’t totally hate the Highway to Hell song because it’s super on the nose.

*Grover sees rats* “That’s nasty.” YOU’RE A SATYR! YOU WOULD PROBABLY BE HAPPIER TO SEE NATURE DOING IT’S THING THAN EATING A TIN CAN! Probably…tin cans are also very delicious.

Annabeth is also a thief, stealing from Aunty Em like that.

The woman’s overacting is…why?

Grover should’ve been stabbed with how Percy was holding that thing.

Uma’s decision to rub her hands together to project her evil instead of just…holding herself with the confidence of a villainess was certainly a decision.

Huh, even the movie doing the “Medusa was a pretty woman” story…and even reference that she hates his dad instead of having a sweet spot like in the book…

What, is she just that persuasive? I think her snakes are venomous, so, like, she could do that instead of just…standing there saying “look me in the eye when you know I’m fucking Medusa.”

Percy with the iPod is…regrettably iconic.

Uma running is…regrettably memorable cuz it’s that bad rather than the iPod.

If Annabeth was able to get out with the arm broken off, she should’ve been able to get out with the arm attached, but I guess we can make Grover actually helpful.

“I don’t have the lightning bolt!” Except, since we cut Ares giving it to them in Colorado and put it in the damn shield…YES YOU DO!

Why is Medusa hitting on, supposedly, a teenager! Medusa is a ephebophile and needs to die for that much more than killing a woman who screamed too much.

That truck should be destroyed to hell and Percy should be dead.

No black man is giving up the hoodie under the jacket. That’s not happening.

Medusa is also bisexual if they found the pearl on her wrist like that so she could leave Persephone’s Garden whenever she wanted/needed.

Yay. Everyone hates country music.

I’m glad they have money for a 2 bed motel.

Wow. I’m so glad Percy can heal others with water like he’s frickin Katara.

“It’s a recent thing that Zeus said Fuck Them Kids. Like, 15 years recent.” Yeah, that’s not…that’s not why the gods are deadbeats.

Grover, not so loud. You wanna tell the entire motel ppl that we’re here?

Everyone remembered this scene from the movie and the tourist in the book and decided that’s why the show was bad in waiting until St Louis, like in the book, to say Percy was a fugitive of the law. Instead of, just…a troubled kid with a dead mom.

“That’s what I’m talking about, Gabe always running his mouth.” You met Gabe for 2 seconds at the apartment. You are talking about nothing. Gabe is always nothing with you. You know nothing. Shut up.

Boy, I’m so glad they slept so they could drive again instead of sleeping in the car, being awake at the motel, and driving all night to be awake in the day. Ugh.

The Athena Parthenos is not allowed to be there cuz we gotta find it in HoO. That’s also not how it looks in Nashville so, like, that’s gotta be the real Parthenos.

People check the bathrooms and would’ve escorted you out.

Annabeth is a racist who goes to kill the black guy first.

SINCE WHEN DOES SHE HAVE A CROSSBOW?! Since how does she know how to use a crossbow? Since why does she have a crossbow?

Surprised they’re not making a sex joke about groping Athena’s tits or something.

But…why would the hydra want a bolt of lightning? It wouldn’t even be able to use it.

Also, everyone’s seen Disney’s Hercules, and Winter Soldier is coming out in a few years. Grover also should’ve known that that was bad.

AND NOW SHE HAS A BOW AND FULL QUIVER OF ARROWS!

That’s a lot of water for a single water fountain.

Boy. I’m so glad they’re carrying Medusa’s head around instead of sending it to Olympus to get their parents to say “we see you, sweeties! We hate it, but we see you!”

And again, Grover saves the day and Annabeth only makes it worse.

“Several Continents” …you named 2, so it would be over those two continents. Also…how big is it? Is it as big as a mountain range? EQUAL to Europe and straddling the two continents?! ALL OF EUROPE AND ASIA?! Cause, honestly, it’d be weird, but a stormfront covering half of Europe/part of Asia at the same time wouldn’t be impossible. Storms be big. Europe be small.

I will say, points for the show to make it a real casino instead of an amusement park like in the book, cuz…that’s not really how casinos work. Like, they can have a really great secondary, non-casino part, but…a theme park like here in the movie and focusing on the arcade and making it massive like the book is…weird.

I’m gonna need Grover to be a little less horny.

That’s a lot of people for three teens. Instead of it being enticing, it’s forcing. Which…is not how the Lotus Eaters work.

The kids have never done drugs before cuz even the ones that make you happy don’t make you THAT kind of happy.

Honestly, still a great part of the movie, with Grover tearing it up. Get it, Goat Boy.

Percy, stop getting high. This is not part of the drugs, I swear. Percy. I AM YOUR FATHER, wait, Disney doesn’t own both properties yet.

Honestly, I’m expecting the lotus servers to ring security with how insistent they are. Like, damn.

Grover was about to have an orgy, cuz like, ugh!

“I can drive from Vegas to LA in 3 to 4 hours.” NOT WHEN YOU HIT TRAFFIC BITCH! And you will.

The sky doesn’t look like a massive storm cloud, it looks like really bad pollution.

Is Annabeth allowed to do anything? She didn’t read the sign. She didn’t help in Medusa. She BARELY DID ANYTHING in Nashville (not that she did much other than have a personality in St. Louis.) She was the same level of helpful in the Lotus Casino. Annabeth, why are you HERE?!

Grover, why are you asking Percy what anything about Greek Myth is? Again, Annabeth is the smart one!

Percy just gonna casually stab Charon and think he’s going anywhere? This is the Land of the Dead, boy! He cannot die! If he does, it just means a bigger back up in the waiting room.

I love that Death plays Charon. He’s such a good actor.

“We’re in a recession!” When are we not? Fucking American economy.

You know what, the Underworld green screen actually looks impressive. It’s well done.

“All lives end in suffering and tragedy.” This is not Hell. This is Hades. So where are the Fields of Asphodel? Where’s Elysium? It’s more than just the Fields of Torment! Tartarus is UNDER Hades. That’s not all Hades is.

Probably a super cute puppy! Nope, just 2 Hellhounds. But Mrs. O’Leary is so nice!

Persephone trying to hit on Grover is…I’m so done. Why Grover’s new personality gotta be horn dog?

I actually don’t hate Hades looking like an aging rocker look. It’s weird, but it’s at least a look. Unlike Zeus and Poseidon in the first scene with 0 style.

WHY IS PERSEPHONE SO HORNY FOR GOAT?!

“I was banished here by Zeus and Poseidon.” No, just Zeus. And you didn’t hate it. I mean, you hate it cuz it’s constant work, but you do a good job and would hate ruling the sea or sky.

Hades asking the real questions here.

Why is Hades backing out of the deal? Didn’t they see Disney’s Hercules?

“The only time I look forward to is my allotted time away from this hellhole.” You mean summer? Like, right now? Cuz you supposed to be top side, honey.

“Guys, it’s gotta be me, cuz I’m your protector…and also gonna bone a goddess.” I don’t hate him as Grover. I hate the writers for Grover.

How does Sally know where the entrance is, but still can’t get through? Also, another woman running up behind Percy or Annabeth shouting her lines annoyingly. Yay.

Wow, you’re really just gonna say that, huh.

“I was planning on giving the bolt to Hades the whole time.” Cuz fuck Kronos who we DID ESTABLISH VERY EARLY IN THE MOVIE!

This should be a much more intense fight between Annabeth and Luke knowing their history. But…it’s more of a Clarisse vs Luke fight cuz it’s weirdly choreographed and no dialogue to suggest they know each other.

“Why do you want a war with the gods?” Cuz fuck ‘em. “Control.” I…♪Everybody wants to rule the world♪ BUT LIKE! HE’S ALREADY APPARENTLY CAMP LEADER! HE’S ALREADY GOT CONTROL! WHAT WOULD BECOMING A GOD DO????

MISS! MISS! MISS! COME ON IT’S ULTIMATE POWER AND YOU MISSED 3X IN A ROW! MISS! HOW CAN YOU MISS? HE IS 3 FEET IN FRONT OF YOU!

Percy still should not be flying, but we need the battle to be more epic cuz Percy vs Ares isn’t cool enough and a sudden reveal is too subtle and intense. This final battle misses so many marks.

HE IS FLYING THROUGH A METAL BUILDING AND HE MISSED COMPLETELY! Luke is a terrible shot and just sucks. But apparently can throw a dagger at high speeds at a moving target, so he can aim, he just sucks when plot needs them to.

And there’s the movie poster.

And Luke should’ve been electrocuted, drowned, and died. He should not be alive. But then that would imply Percy is okay with killing people. Cuz Medusa clearly doesn’t count.

And another invisible wall. If she shouldn’t have been able to get to out, she honestly shouldn’t have been able to get on the elevator in the first place.

Look at Hogwarts, I mean, Olympus.

Party City called, they want $50 per costume.

“I have no connection to Poseidon.” I…clearly you do cuz you trusted him enough to help you get out of the Lotus Casino.

This Hermes looks like a loser and deserves Luke’s hate. Nathan Fillion Hermes is Nathan Fillion and still deserves Luke’s hate.

Zeus does not have power to bring back someone from the Underworld. That is not his jurisdiction! The gods can have overlap, 2 gods of war stuff kinda deal, but not fully take control of something that is their domain. Ares has fire eyes, but he cannot control the fire of the hearth. Hephestus and Apollo both make things, but the sun and the fire of a forge are NOT THE SAME!

AND THAT IS THE DUMBEST THING EVER! THAT IMMORTALS CAN BECOME MORTAL JUST BY LOVING TOO MUCH?! LIKE?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

Tiny baby horns means First Class Protector…that’s not how horns work! Zeus cannot grant a satyr the ability to grow the thing that he’s supposed to grown naturally and say it’s a promotion.

I’m so glad you left the camp where I’m training people to hopefully not die because I clearly don’t care about your safety.

Can Annabeth PLEASE fight with her hair up. “But it makes her look cool and effeminate.” It also means she won’t be able to se when it flies in her face. Like there. And there. And just know.“I kicked him out” she said. And yet, she just keeps the fridge with Medusa’s head and sees no problem with that? Had no plans on killing him with it, just decided that was going to be a better roommate than Gabe? I mean, I guess this Medusa knows how to go down on a woman, but her head is kinda limp and gross.

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HOME: Book 8 - CHAPTER EIGHT

MASTERLIST

December 28, 1991

Dear Charlie,

Merry Christmas!! I know I’m late, but better late than never right? And I may as well wish you a Happy New Year too, huh?

How has the visit from your parents been so far? They’ve been there for almost two weeks now, no? You didn’t mention it in your last letter so I wasn’t sure. I wish I was there, but I hope you’re having the best time with them! Please tell them I miss them.

I know you haven’t asked, but I’m sure you’re dying to know what the Christmas holidays have been like at Hogwarts. 

Ron has been teaching Harry wizard’s chess. Ron’s actually gotten quite good, y’know. I remember when I used to play with your dad; the pieces I borrowed from your mum never did like me very much, but Ron was always so fascinated with the game. He’d watch us play for hours if he could.

I hope you got the gifts I sent with Athena last week for you and your parents. Don’t eat all the sweets by yourself, you better share them! The kids all liked the gifts I got them, which was nice. I had them all around my office on Christmas morning after breakfast so they could open them. George, Fred, and Percy were bickering as usual, but it was so nice. It felt like being at the Burrow again. I also got Harry and Hermione gifts as well. I just couldn’t get Ron something and not them. It was so sweet watching Harry open his. I got him a broom servicing kit, and it wasn’t that big a deal, but I just felt like he had never really gotten presents before. It was quite sad really. Speaking of gifts, we all got our Weasley sweaters, and they’re just as soft and cozy as always. Say thanks to your mum for me, will you? And it’s okay if you didn’t, but did you send me anything? I just want to make sure Athena didn’t lose it.

Christmas dinner that night was amazing; it felt just like my first Christmas in the wizarding world that I spent at Hogwarts. It really brought me back. And you know what? I’m only just realizing you’ve never spent a Christmas here. You’ve missed out on such an experience, it’s so magical. Maybe next year, you can come spend Christmas here at the castle with me. I’m sure Dumbledore wouldn’t mind. I was sitting up at the head table with all the professors this time, of course, and they were all drinking and getting drunk. It was really funny to see them like that. I didn’t drink much though, it just felt weird being there without you. I left dinner early and went for a walk by the lake. I can tell that Squish misses you, maybe almost as much as I do. Or maybe he feels how much I miss you and is reflecting my sadness. I don’t know, but it’s just weird.

I never go looking for trouble! Since when do I go looking for trouble? That being said, I can’t make any promises, because if the trouble finds me, I’ll have to do what I can to protect the students. That’s my job now, I can’t just leave it to the other professors. But I do promise that I’ll be careful, and I’ll do my best not to get hurt. I might still get them to write you those letters though, I like when you worry about me.

This is the biggest bloody load of shit ever. You’re working with dragons… everyday… and you’re telling me there’s nothing new to share? No updates, no crazy stories, no wild tales of adventure and near death experiences? Why? Was your mother standing over your shoulder as you were writing that letter? Because there’s really no other explanation.

Miss you loads,

Veronica

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January 11, 1992

Ronnie,

My parents’ visit is going well. They’ve been enjoying exploring Romania. They head back to London tomorrow though, and I’m ready for them to go and for me to get back into my routine.

Sorry, I didn’t get you anything this year, I’ve just been so busy with work, it slipped my mind.

I’m glad you had a good Christmas.

Miss you more,

Charlie

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Wow… Okay… it is currently 6:30am the next day, and this post is already on 40 notes. Let’s do this (Also, please be nice, I’ve never posted any sort of fic on the internet before, and this could be terrible).

Disclaimer: This has NOTHING to do with ships. It is a safe read, barring a few swear words. This is just about a motherless child finding a home because Sally Jackson is an angel and I totally believe she’d do this. Also, if I’ve accidentally added in any weird British things and you’re like “wtf is that”, let me know. I tried to make it as American as I could.

Percy

“You know… I was thinking…” Percy’s mom said, wiping a dishrag ‘round the rim of a pasta pot.

Percy looked up from his plate of blue pancakes. “What?” He asked.

“Why don’t you invite your friend Leo over for Christmas dinner this year?”

Percy thought about it for a second. “Why?”

“Well… he’s the only one of your friends that stays at camp over the holidays, and I know he doesn’t have a home to go to…”

Percy didn’t think Leo really cared about Christmas, and besides, he was looking forward to spending time just with his mom and Paul. Maybe he was being selfish.

“I’ll ask him,” Percy said, “But just for dinner, right? We can do presents in the morning with just us?”

“Sure,” his mom said, and gave him more pancakes.

Leo

“Umm… I don’t really know…” Leo clutched the phone. He had been completely taken aback by Percy’s offer, and he wasn’t sure what to do, but he played it cool, “Your family isn’t, like, weird at Christmas, right? Nothing involving human sacrifices or cosplay?”

“No, we’re pretty normal.”

“Good, because if I have to sit through another Harry Potter marathon I’m gonna throw up.”

“Yeah… just remember to bring your armour. Charades can get violent.”

Leo chuckled.

“I’m serious.”

“Oh.”

“No, I’m not,” Percy said. “So, are you in?”

“Oh dude,” Leo could barely contain his exitement, “I am SO in.”

But soon the excitement gave way to nervousness.

Standing at the door to the Jacksons’ apartment, he couldn’t help feeling that bubbling sense of fear in his stomach. These people were letting him in. Him? He could feel his skin getting hotter, even though the apartment’s shitty central heating made any regular guy need two sweaters in the freezing corridor. No. On a day that was meant to be all about close family and loved ones, he couldn’t help feel out of place. Since his mom died, he’d never really had a place to call home. And here they were, just inviting him into their space like… like they saw him as family. Why? What did they want? They could have easily just left him at camp, why did they even give a shit about him?

Smile, Valdez, He told himself, it’s the most wonderful time of the year.

And he knocked.

“Leo!” Sally beamed, opening the door.

“Hello, Ms Jackson. Can I come in?”

“Of course, dear, “ She said. She was wearing a blue cardigan over what Leo could only describe as a “Mom dress”. It had tiny blue and orange flowers on it, with green buds and little brown birds on the stems. She had an orange plasticky apron over the top, and it was covered in flour and butter. She smelled like vanilla.

Cool the fuck down, he thought, aware of how jittery he was. The hot flush had spread up the sides of his face to his ears, and he was suddenly very aware of every single flammable object in the room. These are nice people. Don’t ruin their Christmas like you ruin everything else.

He handed Sally the gift bag before it could start smoking.

“This is for you. I’ve got something for Percy as well.”

“Oh, Leo you didn’t have to. I would’ve been fine with you just being here.”

She opened the bag. Inside were two bronze earrings shaped like butterflies. As she reached in to take them out, they fluttered out of the bag and flew two laps around her head before landing in the palm of her hand.

“Wow! You made this? These are… you’re really talented.”

Leo shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He was used to joking around with his friends in his arrogant, cocky persona. Leo Valdez: Boy genius! Inventor extraordinaire!! But with Sally it was different. She was nice to him. Like, genuinely nice.

“I’m gonna go say hi to Percy” He said, and left the room.

“Ok, well, dinner’s in about half an hour.”

Sally

Sally smiled at the sound of the two boys playing in the other room. Percy was showing Leo his Minecraft world, and Leo was showing him how to improve this complicated redstone contraption. She knocked on the door and called them to the dinner table.

Sally watched Leo as he ate, his bony hands moving quickly. Either he was really hungry, or he had superspeed, because he finished his plate in three bites. She took in his scrawny appearance. He was short for his age, and way too skinny, and Sally wondered if he’d had enough to eat growing up. Although it was mostly hidden by baggy clothes, something about him looked perpetually malnourished. Percy had told her that he’d ran away a lot as a kid after his mother had passed, until he was taken to Camp Half-Blood. That explained why his accent was all over the place, bouncing around from state to state every half-sentence. His inflections were weird too, his words sounded choppy and out-of-place, he put weird pauses in the middle of his sentences and completely glided over where there should have been full stops. It was like it took his words a second to catch up to his brain. When he wasn’t talking, or eating, or fidgeting, she noticed him tapping out strange rhythms to himself on the table. They were uneven, like morse code. Maybe they were morse code. His eyes were the only thing about him that stayed still. They lingered on certain objects like they had sparked some deep philosophical thought. They caught the low light in all the right places, making them look deep, liquid gold, with the occasional spark of maniacal red or flash of violent orange. They were quiet, sad eyes- and looked too old to belong to a sixteen-year-old, and they didn’t match his bright personality at all. What sort of things had those eyes seen? Why should a kid so young have to have eyes so old? And did those eyes still know how to cry after all this time?

Leo

Sally was staring at him. They all were. He hated people watching him eat, so finished his food quickly. Maybe too quickly, because Sally gave him a look as if to say “Wow, you inhaled that.” And when she got up to get more food, Leo noticed her putting extra potatoes on his plate, and cutting him a larger slice of meat than everyone else. He didn’t say anything. He was grateful. And the food was delicious. Truth be told, Leo had ignored the conch shell call for dinner at camp the last few nights in order to stay and work in his workshop. Nobody seemed to notice or care that he was missing.

“You didn’t have to help me with the washing up, Leo.”

“Are you kidding me, it’s the least I can do, Ms Jackson. You didn’t have to invite me. I know this whole holiday is supposed to be about family and stuff.”

“You’re a sweet boy. I’ve seen Percy with you and all his friends, he definitely thinks of you all as like his second family.”

Leo didn’t respond, but smiled down at the drying rack.

“When was… when was the last time you celebrated Christmas with family?”

The question made him stop and think for a little while. Still staring at the plates on the drying rack, he eventually said, “Not since my mom died nine years ago,” he swallowed back the lump in his throat, “I mean… we sometimes cellabrated it in the foster homes, but I never really took part. It… it was never the same.”

“That’s sad. Being alone on Christmas and all.”

“Yeah, well, a lot of people do have to spend Christmas alone. You get used to it.”

“You shouldn’t have to.”

Leo looked up. Sally held out her arms, and Leo wrapped his skinny arms around her middle and buried his face in her clothes. The warm smell of cookies and vanilla perfume filled his nose. She stroked his messy hair, and whispered to him softly.

“Shhh, it’s alright. It’s gonna be alright.”

Leo hadn’t realised that he was crying, but silent tears stained his face all the same. He allowed himself stay there in her embrace, breathing in the comforting smells of the Jacksons’ kitchen, breathing out in shaky sobs and trembling breath. For the first time in a long time, he felt loved.

“You will never not have a home here, Leo, I want you to know that.”

There was so much love in her voice, that Leo let himself believe her.

“Thank you,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to drive you back to Camp? I don’t want you to be out there alone in the dark.”

“I’m fine, Ms Jackson,”

“You can call me Sally, Leo,” She said.

“Really, Sally, you’ve done enough for me already tonight.”

“At least let me walk you to the bus stop. I won’t take no for an answer.”

Leo smiled. “Alright,” he said.

She hugged him again at the bus stop.

“Now, if you need anything, anything at all, just call me, alright?”

“Okay.”

“Okay, now be safe!” She called, as he got on the bus.

“I will!” He called back.

Usually he hated public transport, but it was so empty, and Leo was so full of good food and warmth, he didn’t mind. If fact, entire journey back to camp, he was grinning. Maybe this is what Christmas is all about, he thought. It was a cheesy thought, but Leo didn’t care.

Okay so...

The time is currently 10:52pm and I've spent the last 3 hours writing a short fanfic about Leo spending Christmas at the Jacksons' house and Sally being an absolute slay goddess queenboss and basically adopting him. It might not be very accurate, as I'm only on the first HoO book and haven't seen him and Percy interacting yet, and I've never posted a fanfic before, but if this post gets to... Let's say... 35 notes, I'll post it.

[gurugirl]

so a good boy tomorrow?? no pressure love! i'm just so so looking forward to seeing how this turns out. i'm dying after part 4.

will you give us a little taste of what's to come? a little sneak peak?

Ahhh! I hope so. I'm working on it but this chapter is very complex and I want to do it right. I think maybe tomorrow? But maybe Friday? Or Monday even? I'm so sorry! lol! I know that's not the answer you're looking for but I can't rush my process (I know you're not rushing me) and this being the final chapter means I need to make it a special one. I want y'all to love it (and I need to love it as well).

But I can give you a little sneaky for what's coming. Thank you so much for this ask. I'm really really glad you are looking forward to the last part :)

sneak peek from part 5 of A Good Boy

“So you gonna tell me what it is you wanted that you didn’t deserve?”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk about that. I mean…” she dropped her arms to her sides and bunched the material of her dress nervously, “I think you know. You know how I feel, Harry.”

“See that’s what I’m confused about. The more I think about it the harder it is for me to wrap my mind around it. You said you broke up with me to spare me but I feel like the real reason is because it’s too hard. I think if you really liked me enough you’d have tried harder. You didn’t even give me a chance before you dropped me.”

“No. I saw how much it was affecting you. I can’t stand to hurt you so I needed to do it. Yes, part of it was because it’s hard. The situation was –“

“You hurt me the most by breaking it off,” he put a palm on the wall next to her head as he spoke, “Now I’m just angry. It didn’t make things better. And now what was the fucking point? You said you didn’t even get what you wanted. So why do it? Tell me what you really wanted. I just need to hear you say it, Y/n.”

She blinked her eyes as she looked into Harry’s. She was suddenly glad she hadn’t worn makeup because she was already feeling the beginning of the sting of tears behind her eyes, “You. But you know that.”

His features softened immediately. His berry lips parted as he wet them with his tongue and he brought his other palm up to the wall to narrow the space between them, “If you wanted me, you had me. You have me.”

She shook her head, “I don’t deserve you, though. That’s why this–“

“Fuck off with your bullshit. Like you’re some kind of martyr. You took everything from me. I just wanted to be with you. I wanted to be yours,” he kept his voice low but he spoke with heat and emotion, “I would have learned to be okay with it but you dropped me so fast I didn’t even have time to get used to it,” Harry pushed himself back and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. I still don’t. I have no idea what I’m doing at all. I feel evil. I feel like your feelings are far more important than mine,” she felt the first tear make a warm trail down her cheek and then as she blinked a second and third. “I’m sorry.”

Harry watched as she tried to hold back her emotion but he saw the tears on her face and he felt bad for his outburst but he was still so raw and angry from everything. “Please, don’t…” he softly brushed the back of his hand to her cheek to wipe her tears, “don’t cry. You’re gonna make me cry.”

She put her hand over his and closed her eyes, “I don’t want you to cry. You deserve to be happy, Harry.”

He shook his head and reached up to cup the other side of her face with his hand, “You don’t want me to cry? It’s all I’ve been doing. Every night for the past 12 days. I miss you, Y/n.”

She looked up at him, “I miss you too but you know we can’t… you deserve to be with someone you can have a real relationship with.”

Harry stepped in close and rested his forehead against hers, “Don’t want anyone but you.”

The world stopped and the only sound she could hear was her heart pumping in her chest. Having him so close to her was comforting and overwhelming all at the same time. It hurt but it felt good. She was confused. Maybe it had been a mistake to break up with him. Maybe that was the mistake.

“Harry?”

The pair separated quickly when they heard Leslie's voice. Y/n’s face began to burn with embarrassment. She’d let it go too far. She hadn’t been in her right mind. Harry’s words and his eyes had her spinning and in a daze.

Leslie said something that Y/n couldn’t hear as her ears began to ring and regret blanketed her skin. She should never have allowed it to get that far. To let him touch her and stand so close… she knew better.

She looked between Harry and Leslie when Harry turned to whisper in her ear, “Will you come find me when you leave? I want to see you.”

Leslie’s face told Y/n everything she needed to know. Leslie was curious about what was going on. Suspicious. Leslie clearly liked Harry. And Harry could like Leslie too if it hadn’t been for Y/n.

Looking back at Harry she shook her head, “Harry… this can’t. No. We can’t.”

His hand wrapped around her wrist, “Yes, we can. Please don’t do this. Please, Y/n.”

“Leslie is right there, Harry. Go have fun with your friends. Pretend I’m not here.”

Harry stepped back and let go of her. He shook his head in disappointment, his eyes piercing into hers, “Fine.”

The way Leslie kept her eyes on Y/n until Harry pulled at her arm had Y/n feeling her guilt and shame bloom and swell.

She closed her eyes as Harry led Leslie out of the hallway and back into the main room of the club. It hurt too much to watch. She felt like she was back to day one when she broke up with him. She hoped that he’d begun to move on but he hadn’t. And neither had she.

[kinetic-elaboration]

March 18: Finish Three Men in a Boat

I finished Three Men in a Boat yesterday and I really enjoyed it! At the beginning, it was such a major change from Tinker Tailor, and I was so invested in going back to another Smiley novel ASAP, that I was looking forward to it mostly being a quick and easy read, but now that I’ve finished I already miss the guys. And the dog. I’m probably going to continue on to On the Bummel, even though I anticipate it won’t be as good, for a variety of reasons including that I’m assuming Montmorency has gone to doggy heaven by now.

The most striking part to me, as I mentioned before, is that the humor is SO Classic that it really barely ages at all. There’s something rather heartening about that: people have always been people and annoyances have always been annoyances. I also think there’s a real cleverness to the type of self-deprecating (and friend-deprecating) humor of the book, the way that J. talks himself up in such a way that it’s clearly actually an insult to himself, and it reads as him being supremely un-self-aware, and yet the joke could only exist as a result of a clear-headed and un-self-conscious self-awareness. And there’s no meanness in it. He’s laughing at himself, so it’s okay to laugh at him, too. Similarly, even the insulting things said about his friends never read as anything other than an extension of their friendship, a shared joke, a type of humor they’ve all signed off on. I’m so glad that even though the dog was not real, the three men were, because I feel like I get a sense of their friendship, even so long after their deaths, and I’m glad to know about it.

Like, they’re my buddies now. We’re all friends.

While trying to explain the book to B, I felt worried that I was describing it as, like, a bunch of cliches. I was trying to give a sense of the universal quality of the humor despite the copyright date of the book, but I felt like maybe I was just making it sound like 160 pages of jokes you’ve heard before. And in a way it is. But they’re told so well! The pacing and vocabulary and sentence structure are all really, really, good, the sort of style that looks simple but absolutely isn’t. And the familiarity in general just gives the book a warmth and softness; it is pleasant to feel like you are seen.

In addition to my belief that Jerome would do numbers on social media, I’ve also decided that he would be a great stand-up comic. I think that was the type of humor it was really reminding me of. If you took bits of it out of context, they’d do great as tweets or, because of their length, tumblr posts, but the book as a whole, or even individual chapters, really seems a precursor to the stand up tradition. He’s talking about relatable experiences; he flows from one funny story to the next, within his broad theme, in a ‘that reminds me of’ way that is really common in stand-up; a lot of his humor relies on timing and certain linguistic tricks/phraseology that I think would be the mark of a good stand-up comic; and he is extremely good at including physical humor using only words.

Some additional set pieces and jokes that I read since my last post and would like to commemorate:

Both my dad and The Guardian agree that the best part is the pineapple can opening scene. I can’t lie; this is a solid choice for funniest part.

Making the stew. How can one forget making the stew? A half-dozen unpeeled potatoes, some broken eggs, the rest of the cold mincemeat pie—and whatever else you can throw in there because that’s what so great about stew!

Harris and the swans. Presumably, this was a reaction to the stew.

The parade of people getting supplies to bring down to the boat. Again, I think the skill in making this joke really work is underrated. It’s almost a poem.

The trout. This story to me is like a prime example of a stand-up type routine because it’s a pretty standard tale but it’s taken to the next level by the timing of the ending. “That fish was plaster-of-Paris” fucking ended me.

Their abrupt decision to go home and get dinner. I was wondering how they were going to wrap up their outing so fast!

There were also a few bits that just made me laugh out loud for reasons I don’t entirely understand. Just a way of phrasing something or a particular story beat that totally destroyed me emotionally.

George practicing the banjo outside, to the ire of his neighborhood, particularly the phrase “and he was captured.” I mean obviously a major aspect of the humor of this section is that it starts out pretty believable and then becomes increasingly unbelievable—similar to the story about George waking up at 2am and thinking it was 6—but something about that phrase “and he was captured” just sent me. Captured! For playing the banjo!

The man yelling at young J. to stop rafting on his property, in particular, the joke around the phrase “I’ll teach you to make a raft.” (“As you already know how to make a raft, that seems unnecessary.”) Again, this just hit me like a sucker punch right to the face. I love linguistic humor so much.

There were probably others, but those two are what’s coming to mind, now. There are just so many jokes and so many weird little hooks and twists that it’s hard to remember or delineate them all. I’m really, I’m quite fond of this book. I hope reading the sequel will give me more time with my new buddies and not just be a disappointing experience, but either way, it’s not a long sequel, and then I’ll probably be ready for something else.

[astranva]

Vogue Beauty Secrets

Word Count: 2.1k

Category: Fluff

Warning: Nothing

Summary: Actress!Y/N does the Vogue Beauty Secrets video, and Harry decides to help.

a/n: i mixed my own skincare routine with a bit of some of hyram’s alright, don’t try these unless you consult a dermatologist and know your skin type. 

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Y/N Y/L/N (and Harry Styles)’s Guide to Dewy Skin and Everyday Makeup | Beauty Secrets | Vogue

“Hey, Vogue!” You waved with a beaming face and a grin, “It’s Y/N Y/L/N and I’m really excited to share with you my,” you leaned into the camera, cupping your hand around your mouth, “Secrets,” you whispered. 

You were in your bathroom, camera prepped up by the mirror. In a light blue robe and a tousled bun, you began talking to the camera, “I woke up not long ago, it’s a lazy day today and I honestly have nowhere to be at today, but I’ll still show you what I do,” you said, “Some skin caring and minimal makeup and all that.” 

“First thing is some skin caring,” you said, “I’ve always been into skincare, but I had a lot to learn. Like, I definitely went through some bad reactions to the craziest trends back then and some DIY masks and all that,” you paused, “Big no, by the way. Natural doesn’t always mean it’s good because these stuff aren’t, like, made to go on your face most of the time,” you explained, “And with being on set and traveling all the time, and like, so much makeup being put on my face for the screen, I have to make sure I’m maintaining a healthy skin,” you said before holding the cleanser up, “I’m currently in London so the weather’s been drying my skin so bad, so I’m going to use the hydrating cleanser from CeraVe.”

You put some on your hands before beginning to gently apply and massage it onto your face, “I like to massage it well on my face so that it gets rid of any excess products from the previous night and also to like, wake my face up,” you said as you massaged before washing your face. 

It was as you were drying your face that the door on the left behind you opened, and Harry was seen entering in a robe that matched yours but only his was purple. 

“I’m recording,” you laughed as you glanced back at him. 

“I want to watch,” he said, “I’ll be quiet.” 

“You’ve watched me do that a million times.”

“Too bad,” he smirked, “What did you do? What step is next?” 

“Okay so apparently, I’ll be joined by this man who doesn’t know anything about personal space,” you joked to the camera, “I cleansed my face. You tell me what my next step always is.” 

“Moisturizer?” He asked, looking at you.

You shook your head, “Not yet.”

Harry furrowed his eyebrows, “The-Oh! Toner.”

“Good job,” you nodded with a smile, “Okay so for the toner, I like to use Paula’s Choice BHA solution,” you held the grey bottle up before dropping a few drops on your hand and patting it on your face, “I tend to break out a lot, so this just gets rid of the bacteria that causes these breakouts.” 

Harry hummed, just standing beside you with his arms across his chest as he watched you. 

“Are you just going to stand there?” You asked him with a chuckle. 

“I already washed my face,” he smiled. 

“Have you moisturized? Applied SPF?” 

He gave you a sheepish look that made you shift your weight on one leg, looking at him, “You forgot the SPF, didn’t you?” 

“It just means you’ll apply it for me,” he attempted, giving you a childlike smile. 

“You’re awful,” you joked, “Okay, what’s my next step?” You asked him. 

“Definitely serum.” 

“I’m so proud of y-No, never mind, you forgot to apply SPF.” 

“I thought we were going to stay in bed all day, I’m sorry.” 

“We still get some sunlight,” you said, “Not a lot but you can still see it.” 

“You’re right.” 

“I know I am,” you mumbled, holding up your serum, “I like to keep my skin hydrated all the time, so I’m going to use the hyaluronic acid from The Ordinary first,” you opened it, held up your hand as you used the dropper to drop some of the product on the tips of your finger, “And I make sure I don’t let the dropper touch my skin at all,” you said before glancing at Harry, “You remember why?” 

“Because it can pick up on any bacteria and it’ll go into the product and it might go bad.” 

“I taught you so well,” you said dramatically, pretending to sniffle as you patted the serum on your face, “This is actually something I learned from watching videos. I used to like putting the dropper on my face because it just, I don’t know, it looks very cool,” you laughed slightly, “But not anymore.” 

“Remember when I was doing your skincare routine for you one time?” Harry asked a little quietly, with a smile on his face, “And I did that. Like I held the dropper to your face and just put it there,” he laughed, “And you went ‘no, no, please don’t do that’,” he shook his head, mimicking you. 

You giggled, “You were so freaked out, you thought I was allergic, even though you were using my products.” The both of you chuckled together before Harry turned and washed his hands. 

“Let me do that again,” he said, “Hands are clean. Hand the job over.” 

“You know that was supposed to be my video, right?” You joked, “You’re stealing my moment.” 

“We are the moment,” he joked, pointing between the both of you, “Okay, next step is another serum after that one dried,” he said more so to himself, “We’re going to follow with the niacinamide.” 

As Harry patted the product on your face, you spoke, “I love niacinamide so much. I think it’s a selling point for me with any product, like I see niacinamide and I just feel like it’s a good product but I have to stop myself from buying any product like that without sending it to my dermatologist first,” you said, “And I’m a huge fan of The Ordinary. I think it’s because I don’t feel comfortable with spending like, hundreds and hundreds of dollars or pounds or whatever on products that will give me the same effect of an affordable one, you know?” 

Harry hummed in confirmation. 

“All products?” He asked, engaging you in a conversation. 

“I wouldn’t say all the products I use are affordable, but most of them are. Some other I wouldn’t also buy on my own if a friend hadn’t recommended it or something, you know? Like someone I trust would tell me they tried this really good product and it’d be a little on the pricier side, then I’d like to try it,” you explained. 

“Yeah, I understand,” he stepped back, “It’s a good thing you shop responsibly.” 

“Thank you,” you said quietly smiling up at him, “Okay, what’s next?”

“Eye serum because it makes you feel like you’re brighter,” he said, looking at the counter to pick up the product before showing it to the camera then looking at it himself, “This is Skyn Iceland brightening eye serum,” Harry read. 

“True,” you said, “You remember that technique I showed you for eye care?” 

“What technique?” He asked quietly, looking at you with furrowed eyebrows, “Which one?” 

“How to put any eye product on,” you helped him. 

“Ah,” Harry smiled, “Using the ring finger because it’s the most gentle.” 

“I’m honestly so impressed,” you laughed, hands reaching to clutch to his robe, “If I can, I’d say yes to being your girlfriend again right now.” 

Harry grinned, carefully dropping the serum on his ring finger then rubbing his two ring fingers together, “Look up,” you did as instructed and he gently and very carefully patted the product under your eyes. 

“You’re being so gentle,” you mumbled, still looking up. 

“It’s a sensitive area, bare with me,” he replied. 

Harry took his time with the eye serum, being careful as he patted in the product. 

It was a surprise to both you and the fans who watched the video when he bent down, leaving a kiss on your forehead in one swift and quick motion that lasted less than a second, but at the sound of your giggle and the both of you beaming, everyone knew they hadn’t imagined that. 

“Next step is,” he said, looking at the camera as he held up your moisturizer, “Moisturizing,” he announced, “We both use the same moisturizer, w-Not the same one, we each have one,” he clarified, “It’s the Youth to the People Adaptogen Moisturizer,” he said, “It’s really good.” 

“We never use anything with scent in it,” you said as Harry began to gently massage the moisturizer on your face, “I don’t feel like I need to smell like blueberries or something anyway, as long as I feel clean and refreshed.” 

“Me, too.”

“Yeah?” You smiled, “Harry likes to use a gua sha after his serums,” you said, “Like massage it on his face. I don’t always feel up to using skincare tools to be honest.” 

“Do you want to use one now?” Harry asked. 

“No, it’s okay,” you place a hand on his chest. 

“You like to cool a jade roller, like, occasionally,” he said. 

You hummed, nodding, “It feels so nice. Especially after a night of being on set and continuous shooting,” you moved the other hand as you talked, “And sometimes when I wake up and my face is just too puffy, I like having a cool roller like, on standby for moments like that.” 

“They do feel good,” he nodded, patting your face, “Done.” 

“Okay, final step,” you looked up at him. 

“SPF,” you both said in unison. 

“Alright,” Harry sucked in a breath, holding the yellow tube of sunscreen up, “We both use–I feel like I really don’t need to say ‘we’ because nobody asked me about what I use,” he laughed, looking at you. 

“No, it’s okay, I’m sure everyone wants to know,” you smiled. 

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he smiled, wrapping one arm around you and bringing you close to his chest in a side hug, “So, we both use the Dr. Dennis Gross sunscreen, with the SP5 50.” 

“It’s a little on the pricey side,” you pointed out, watching as Harry applied a generous amount of it on his fingers, “But it’s just great. It leaves no white cast, and it was my dermatologist who recommended it so I feel better about products when a professional approves them.” 

“That’s how I feel about you,” Harry said.

“Like what?”

“I trust your recommendations,” he explained, “You know my skin better than I do.” 

“Why are you being so cute today?” You joked, looking up at him as he applied the sunscreen on your face. 

Harry scoffed, “I’m cute everyday.” 

“No, you’re a pest,” you teased, “Like you basically broke into my video.” 

“I’m treating you with facial massages and this is how you show appreciation,” he joked, “By showing none at all.” 

“I’m sorry, you’re right,” you closed your eyes, tilting your head up more towards him, “Thank you for joining me today.” 

“Are you indirectly kicking me out?” 

“You’re going to go out after applying sunscreen on yourself because I need to do my makeup.” 

“I can do that for you. You know I’m good at applying makeup.” 

Your eyes widened, “Yeah, sure,” you nodded sarcastically, “There’s no way I’m letting you near my face with any makeup product.” 

Harry laughed, bending down a little, “I won’t argue with that one,” he grinned, “Okay done,” he stepped back a little, “Did you say I’ll apply sunscreen myself?” 

“Yeah?”

“You don’t even want to do it for me?” He feigned shock. 

You laughed, “Oh my God, you drama queen,” you groaned, washing your hands, “Bend down a little.” 

Harry was like a kid as you applied sunscreen on his face, a permanent smile on his face as you worked the product on his skin. “Feels nice.” 

“Yeah?” You smiled, “If you cook tonight, I’ll do your night skincare routine.” 

“I cooked yesterday,” he raised his eyebrows and watched as you shrugged at him, “Fine, but can you use the gua sha?” 

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username: these two are two one of the most famous people right now but watching them in their robes, joking and being so smitten with each other like that felt so nice and a reminder that like…they’re just normal people 

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username: if my partner isn’t this interested in my routine like harry is with y/n then i don’t want it 

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username: SHUT UP THIS IS SO DOMESTIC WE WANT A PART 2 

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username: PLS THEY’RE BOTH SO IN LOVE YOU CAN SEE IT SO WELL

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username: Loved the simple makeup look so much and I love how Y/N uses affordable brands! Lots of love!

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