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narrycherries · 4 months ago

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🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 7 (dadrry)

You and Harry celebrate a birthday and.. a new baby?

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You were running around the house trying to tend to the guests as Harry kept an eye on the baby. Today was the celebration of her big day, which was actually tomorrow. It was hard for you to believe your baby was now a year old. It felt like yesterday you saw that first positive pregnancy test.

The gathering was by no means large. It was mostly your close family and friends. It could’ve been a group of five people and you’d still freak out and overthink every single thing.

Harry had some catering done for the party. It wasn’t anything too fancy, but a variety of foods that would make everyone happy. The theme of the party was centered around flowers. Vivian loves flowers so much. One of her favorite things to do is play outside and pick the tiny flowers out of the grass. Even when you have a bouquet on the dining table, she reaches for them and wants to push her face into them - her way of smelling them, you assumed. She loves colorful things, and flowers have always amazed her.

A few of your friends had small children, so Vivian was occupied by playing with them on the living room floor. Harry was sitting on the couch behind her, watching her closely to make sure she didn’t put anything in her mouth or get hurt by the toddlers. They wouldn’t intentionally do anything to her, but they were more mobile and rough than she was. Your mom was sitting next to him, a smile on her face as she watched the kids play.

“Still no plans for a second baby?” She was partially joking and being serious at the same time.

Harry laughed, slightly nervous, and shook his head. “Not right now, no. She’s still got a lot of growing up to before we get to that point.”

“Has her anxiety gotten better?”

That was still a sensitive topic for him to discuss, but he knew he wouldn’t be criticized by your mom. He wiped his palms on his thighs and let out a deep breath. Your mom could tell he was a little anxious about her asking that.

“Yeah. She’s definitely improved. We’re working on it.”

“She’s such a good baby.” Your mom leaned up, resting her chin in her hand as she watched them. “They just take her toys away and she just watches them.”

Harry glanced around, trying to find you, but he had no luck. “She’s gentle.. she’s not really selfish with her toys.”

You were in the kitchen now, trying your best to keep things cleaned up and organized. There were cupcakes for the guests that were covered in flowers made from icing. The baby had her own small cake that she would get to destroy soon. There was a mix of faux and real flowers decorating the kitchen and living room. You wanted to make sure everything was cute but not overdone. Besides, she’s just a year old, she won’t remember the details. But pictures and videos will be taken, so having everything straightened out was a priority.

There was a spot on the counter you had designated for the bottles of water to sit on and you noticed they were depleting. You grabbed some out of the fridge and started filling in the empty space on the counter. Just as you turned around, Harry appeared in front of you, making you jump and throw your hand over your chest.

“Harry.” You sighed out as you realized it was just him.

He chuckled while taking hold of your waist to pull you closer. “What are you doing in here, busy bee?”

“Trying to keep everything flowing.” You looked over your shoulder at the water bottles. You were satisfied with how many you had gotten out. “Where’s Viv?”

“She’s playing.” He nodded his head towards the living room.

You pushed your hand through your hair, shoving it out of your face. Even though you spent time curling it before the party started, you didn’t care how it looked at this point. Harry noticed how tired you seemed to be, and he didn’t want you to overwork yourself during what’s supposed to be a fun and relaxed time.

“Hey, stop doing all these little things and come in here with us.”

You shook your head as your hand went up to his neck. “Someone has to keep it cleaned and organized.”

He gave you a slight cock of his eyebrow. “Your mom already told you she’d do all that.”

“Harry, please don’t.. start.”

“I’m not trying to argue, baby. I just don’t want you disappearing so much.. You’re going to miss the little moments.”

Hearing him say that was heart breaking. You looked down at his chest and started chewing on your cheek. He gave you a squeeze, but you ignored him and tried your best to hold in your tears. This was an issue you had been silently facing for the past few days, and especially since this morning. Your baby was growing up and you wanted her first party to be perfect, even if it wasn’t going to be a huge ordeal. You wanted this to be placed in a spot and that to be arranged a certain way - everything had to be perfect.

The fear of missing out on your child’s life is something you’ve had to face since the day she was born. You never wanted to miss a moment with her, big or small, and right now you were risking that. Sure, the kitchen was a little messy from the food and the decorations, and the living room was loud and full of people - but it wasn’t a big deal.

“Has she.. has she been okay? I.. don’t want her to think I left her.” You asked with a tear threatening to fall from your eye.

Harry slid his arms all the way around you, forcing you into his embrace. You huffed as your bodies collided and he held you as tight as he could. You wanted to pause the entire day and just relax for a moment. Your mind was racing with thoughts and worries and your heart was struggling to keep up. This was a special day, and you felt like you had missed it.

“She’s been fine, I promise.” He assured you with a kiss to your temple. “She’s been playing and, well, mostly watching the other kids play.”

You pouted as you leaned back, your eyes finding his. “Watching them?”

He smiled. “You know our little bug is shy.”

“They’re not being mean, are they?”

Harry laughed a little. “No, they’ve been nice to her. She’s just.. curious but too shy to play with them.”

“My poor baby. She’s so tiny and quiet.”

He grinned back. “She’s observant.. she’ll be a leader one day.”

“And everyone else.. are they having an okay time?” Your worry was still evident, but you were starting to calm down some.

“Yeah, everyone’s fine. They’ve been asking about you.” He lifted his brows and gave you a look. “Join us and stop working so hard.”

“I will-“

You were interrupted by the sudden sound of a balloon popping followed by familiar screaming. Harry furrowed his brows before untangling himself from you and hurrying to see what happened. You followed behind him, sort of on edge as the sound of Vivian’s crying echoed through the house. You could hear people trying to soothe her, but it wasn’t working.

Harry ran over to your mom, who was holding your screaming baby. He carefully took her and walked away from the crowd in the living room. She cried into his shoulder as he rubbed her back. The sight made you frown. He met you by the stairs and shook his head in disbelief. She was screaming like something was terribly wrong.

“Hey, hey, shh.” You said in a calm voice as you gently touched the back of her head. “Vivy, it’s okay, baby girl.”

“Ma ma.” She said through her cries, tears flooding her eyes and spit covering Harry’s shoulder.

“Hey, you’re okay, my sweet love. Da da’s got you, hm? You’re okay.” You pressed a kiss to her forehead, but she was still very upset.

“Oh, darling, I’m so sorry.” Harry said in a whisper, trying to get her to relax but his voice wasn’t enough right now. “Daddy will get rid of all those scary balloons, yeah? How dare they do that to you, princess.”

You smiled at words and let your hand fall to cover his. “If Daddy has it his way, you’ll never have balloons at your parties ever again.”

He chuckled and adjusted her so that she was sitting up. She realized you were right there, so she was content with the new position. You held your hands out for her and she gladly leaned towards you. Harry smiled as you took her and she gave you a big hug. There was still sadness all over her cute face, but you knew she’d be okay.

“I don’t think she’s ever heard one pop before.” Harry said as he watched you console her.

Your hand was rubbing slow circles into her back as you slightly rocked from side to side. She was starting to cheer up some. Harry stepped behind you and started messing with her nose, giving it a poke every couple seconds. She would smile at him, then giggle as he did it again.

“See, just got scared, yeah? Nothing wrong.” He said as she grinned at him. He tapped her cheek, then her nose again. “Pretty girl.”

“Maybe some cake will make her feel better.”

Harry gave her a gasp and widened his eyes. “Cake! Do you want your cake, baby girl?”

She squealed at him, and that was all the confirmation you needed.

It was time for the cake now, and you were a bit unsure about how she would handle everyone crowding around her and staring at her. But, you kept an open mind and put her in the highchair as Harry got the cake. Vivian was glancing around at everyone, but she didn’t seem too distressed. You laughed as her eyes lit up when Harry placed the cake in front of her. You didn’t worry yourself with taking pictures, since you knew for sure your mom was going to do all of that for you.

Harry placed the candle one shaped in the center and put a lighter flame up to it. She jumped at the flame, her eyes looking up at Harry. He smiled at her, then started singing to her. Everyone joined in and you couldn’t resist laughing as she darted her eyes around the room. She was definitely confused by everyone singing in unison to her, but she wasn’t freaking out.

When the song ended, you leaned down and blew the candle out. She just sat there, staring at the cake and staying quiet. Harry grabbed her hand and moved it onto the cake. The second she touched one of the icing sculpted flowers, she squealed and squeezed her fingers into it. It mushed all over her hand and she started giggling.

“My sweet girl.. you’re the cutest.” Harry said as he watched her dig her hands into the icing.

“Give it a taste, honeybun.” You guided her hand to her lips. She opened her mouth and instantly liked the flavor of the icing, the pure sugar.

“She’s going to be wild after this.” Harry said with a laugh, shaking his head as he watched her try to shove all the icing in her mouth that was covering her hand. It was mostly smearing all over her face, but it was adorable to watch.

While she kept on eating the cake, or more so playing with it, you assisted your mom in handing out cupcakes and cookies covered in royal icing flowers to the guests. The other kids were just as excited about the cupcakes and icing as Vivian was.

“You’re a mess, baby doll.” Harry chuckled as he watched her go for another handful of the icing. This time she got some of the strawberry flavored cake in with the icing.

After letting her mess with the cake for ten or so minutes, you ushered everyone into the living room so she could open her presents. Before that was possible, Harry had to wipe the icing off her face and arms and change her into a clean outfit. Your mom helped him out since it was quite a task to do alone. He was trying to avoid getting the icing on himself or all over the place, so having extra hands was helpful.

You laid a blanket down on the floor so she could have somewhere soft to sit while she opened the gifts. One of the older kids helped you bring the gifts to where you were sitting. It wasn’t a lot, mainly because you requested for people to go light on the gifting, but it was going to be enough for her to have fun.

After a little bit, Harry showed up with her all cleaned and changed. You gave her a grin as he sat down next to the blanket and placed her on it. Her eyes went straight to the bag sitting in front of you with tissue paper sticking out of the top.

You let her pull the paper out and throw it around while you tended to actually getting the gifts out. You tried to show her, but she wasn’t interested. It made everyone smile and laugh each time she would push your hand away and opt to ball her fist into the tissue paper.

Eventually, she crawled to Harry’s lap and climbed on his legs. He held her waist as she played with a piece of the paper, crushing it up and shaking it in the air. He was amused by her interest in the tissue paper.

Once you opened everything and thanked everyone for their contributions, the party was starting to die down. The gifts consisted mostly of clothes, diapers, and a few toys. Harry took the time to carry all of the stuff to her nursery to deal with later, but mostly to get it out of the way for now. Plus, he didn’t want you to caught up in doing that. He wanted you to enjoy the final bit of the party. He fully intended on cleaning up afterwards and doing any other chores he wanted you to avoid.

That night, after the baby’s bath and Harry rocking her to sleep, you stood next to her crib and just looked down at her for a while. Harry was quiet as he put away the diapers, clothes, and the other items from the party. He didn’t mind doing the cleaning earlier or giving her a bath, but you felt guilty. If anything, he was glad you were relaxing. Whereas you figured you weren’t doing enough..

“What a day, hm?” He said softly as he came up behind you, his hands sliding onto your waist.

“I hope she had fun.” You muttered back as your hand wrapped around the railing.

He leaned around and kissed your cheek. “She did.”

“I can’t believe she won’t be a little baby anymore.”

He smiled gently, pressing another kiss to your skin. “She’ll always be our little baby.”

You sigh. “I.. I know. I just.. want time to slow down.”

Harry’s arms snaked around your stomach and he pulled your body against his. You let your head fall back on his chest, wishing you could freeze time.

“Your mom.. asked me about us having more kids again.”

You closed your eyes and pushed out a breath. “I told her to stop doing that.”

“Maybe she’s.. on to something.”

You furrowed your brows and opened your eyes. “What?”

You heard him gulp. He squeezed you for a moment, then let you go. You were confused, but he grabbed your body to rotate you. When your eyes met, he was calm and relaxed while you were confused and somewhat anxious.

“I mean.. we’ve loved having a baby.. maybe we could.. have another one.”

You scoffed at him, sort of in disbelief that you were hearing this. “Harry, we’ve already talked about this.”

“I know but.. we could talk again.”

You shook your head. “No. I don’t want that right now.”

He didn’t say anything, just gave you a half smile. You couldn’t tell if he was upset or annoyed by your protest. You grabbed his forearms and sunk your nails into his warm skin.

“I love you.. but not right now. She’s just a year old.” You saw his features shift, his eyes looked sad and his lips shaped into a frown.

“It was just a thought I had earlier.”

You licked your lips, stalling as you tried to find words to say back to him. “I don’t want to rush her childhood just to have another baby. I.. I want her to have as much attention as she needs and wants.”

He gave you a nod, his eyes moving away from yours. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, it’s.. it’s okay, Harry.” You quickly moved your hands to his chest, trying to get his attention. “I promise.”

“No, it’s my fault. I.. I already know how you feel about it.”

You grabbed his jaw and angled his head so you could see eyes. “It’s okay.”

He didn’t say anything, just gave you a soft smile. You weren’t entirely sure if it was genuine or some kind of facade to hide his feelings. This all came up very expectedly. Harry’s made it clear with you and has agreed with you multiple times that he’s content with how your family is right now. Waiting would be best, and up until now he’s never said otherwise.

The baby made a little noise that caught your attention. You turned in Harry’s hold and looked down at her. She was perfectly fine, asleep and still. You thought about the idea of having a second baby. What if Vivian felt overshadowed and pushed to the side? What if that new baby didn’t feel as loved as her? What if you were only capable of loving one child? You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. It was useless to worry over this right now. You only have one baby, and tomorrow is her birthday.

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year ago

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Jealous Student

Wanda Maximoff x Nerd!Reader (High School AU)

You’ve been dating popular girl and magic user Wanda Maximoff for close to a few months at this point.

Honestly you’ve been on cloud nine. You and Wanda knew everything about one another already thanks to your strong friendship. Everyone in Wanda’s friend circle approved of you.

It didn’t matter to Wanda that you were a nerd, you were her nerd.

Everything was going well or so you thought. It was around this time that a foreign exchange student came in. His name was Vision Jarvis, a proper British chap.

It didn’t take long, literally five minutes of walking on to campus to make a beeline for your girlfriend.

“Excuse me, miss?” The proper British accent showing, “can you tell me where I can locate Mr Fury’s class?”

“Yes that’s Y/N and mine’s class” she explains, gesturing to you.

“Perfect. I’m Vision.” He shakes her hand and kisses her knuckles.

“Wanda” she gives a smile.

“And I’m Y/N” you give him a handshake, trying not to show the jealousy brewing in your very soul.

Wanda gives your hand a gentle squeeze as the two of you guide Vision to your class.

Vision quickly starting hanging out with you and Wanda. He quickly gained the affection of all your friends.

“Watch out, Hufflepuff” Tony Stark warns you within the week.

“What?”

“Proper British dude? The accent?” He explains, “no girl can resist any accent.”

“I take it you used an accent when you asked out Pepper?”

“Didn’t fool her at all but I did make her laugh” he smirks.

Vision was seeming awful chummy with Wanda. He was a fan of Dick Van Dyke and Florence and the Machine.

Somehow you felt that you were starting to become the third wheel.

You approach Wanda during lunch, handmade lunches in tow. “Hey Wanda, I was wondering if you wanted to continue our Harry Potter marathon tonight”

“Harry Potter?” Vision chimes, “i love the Wizarding World!”

“Uhh…Vision was wondering if he could tag along.” Wanda looks at you uneasy.

“Oh” you find your voice brimming with sadness, “well…uhh…”

Vision interrupts, “Wanda I was inquiring if you and Y/N would like to join me for tea later”

“Well Vis the thing is-“ Wanda tries to say. But it was too late you walked away, a few tears making their way down your cheek.

“Detka?!” Wanda calls out to you before chasing after you.

“You seem awful chummy with him” you state, trying to keep from being heard by anyone else but her.

“Vis? Well he’s new.” Wanda tries to explain.

“It’s the accent right?”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

“You like him. You like Vision more than me” you finally blurt out.

“No I don’t.” Wanda looks at you so confused.

“Does he even know we’re dating? No one is ever that chummy with someone unless they’re into you”

“Y/N will you just listen?” Wanda takes your face in her hands, “Detka you’re the one I love.”

Vision walks up to you and Wanda, “I apologize for interrupting, but Vivian invited me out for coffee.”

“Vivian?” You ask.

“Yes. She is quite lovely. Thank you both so much for being my friends recently.” Vision finishes, “I hope I haven’t caused any strife. By the way you make such a lovely couple”

“T-thank you” you shake his hand as he walks over to a young girl.

Wanda looks to you, a little cocked eyebrow, “was my detka jealous?”

“Maybe.” You whisper. “It’s just that you’re so amazing and I’m so…bland”

“No you’re not.” Wanda giggles pulling you into a hug. “You are just right…for me.”

“So do you wanna have a Harry Potter marathon, my Slytherin?”

“With only you, my Hufflepuff” Wanda gives you a kiss on the nose.

You turn to go to class but Wanda stops you. She pulls you close and whispers in your ear, “I think we can afford to play hooky at least once in our lives.”

The two of you quickly run out of Avengers High. Tony simply smirks, being the only person to see the two of you leaving.

One day out on the town won’t kill your grades. But one life without Wanda would be unbearable.

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goldenbuckyyy · 2 years ago

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HOLD ON

Summary: The aftermath of Harry finding you.

Pairings: Harry Styles x fem!Reader (cheating together) Main characters x original characters.

Word Count: 4.1kish

Warnings: Cheating (Harry and Reader together), mentions of DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AGAINST PARTNER, mentions of blood, bruising, and cuts.

A/N: IM BACK!! I am so so sorry it’s take me over a month to post this part! I can’t even believe it’s been that long. I got into a bad writing funk after my last post and spend the last two weeks just reading and not even writing truthfully. But, thank you everyone for your patience. I hope you all enjoy. REMEMBER TO READ THE FIRST TWO PARTS!! Song inspo: “Hold On” by Chord Overstreet.

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Harry doesn’t think he’s ever felt more afraid.

He’s been afraid plenty of times in his life. More than he can count. He’s not ashamed to admit it.

He’s not ashamed to admit he’s felt fear before.

Off the top of his head, he was afraid for his judges response on the x factor stage, he was afraid for what was going to happen after they had lost, he was afraid when they went on hiatus, he was afraid when he went solo, he was afraid before he put out his first album, his second album, and most recently his third. He was afraid of many things.

But you were there for every single one.

And you calmed him down. You were his rock. His grounding statue when he most needed it.

Every single time he had been afraid in the past, you were his voice of reason, and it didn’t matter who was his partner at the time.

He knew you were going to be his wife one day.

He just knew it.

He was just too stupid to think you guys could ever be with anybody else. But you were happy with Asher and he was happy with Vivian.

Or he let himself believe he was happy with her.

Because you were happy.

But at the end of the day, when he laid in bed and held her. Smelling her expensive shampoo in her hair when they cuddled…

It always reminded him she wasn’t you.

But he toughed it out. Because you were happy. He loved seeing you happy. He could handle settling for second best if he still had you in his life and thankfully that was never an issue between you two.

Now, Harry feels like a complete fucking idiot.

Because if he had only made you his wife like he had wanted too, you wouldn’t be in this situation right now.

He wouldn’t be going over the speed limit in the London streets if he had. He wouldn’t be holding back his tears as he thinks of what you had just told him on the phone.

But who’s he kidding?

His eyes were full of tears, threatening to fall down his cheeks, swerving through cars, not caring if he got stopped right now, knowing he wouldn’t pull over, and his entire body was shaking.

His hands were gripping onto the steering wheel. So hard that it was almost painful, one hand was maneuvering the steering wheel, while his other hand was gripping onto his cross necklace on his chest. The same necklace that you had gifted him years ago.

You had told him you saw it at a jewelers shop one day and decided to get a matching pair. He’s worn it ever since.

His eyes dash to his cell phone that’s on the console, your name taunting him on the screen, and he keeps the call connected. Just in case you woke up.

Once Harry turned into your secluded street, his tires screeching at his fast movement, but he stepped on the gas pedal to go faster.

His heart was racing as he pulled into your stone driveway. He quickly parked his SUV, taking notice that only your car was in the driveway, and he felt his body fill with nerves as to what was going to await him inside.

With shaky hands and stumbling feet, he ran towards your front door. He instantly stilled at the front door, gulping down the lump in his throat as he reached for the handle, and pushed the door wide open. It was unlocked.

The house was earily quiet and it made his skin break out into goosebumps. Harry’s body was shaking in fear of seeing you, he quickened his pace, running down your long entrance hallway, and not knowing entirely where you were, he shouted your name.

Peering into the open rooms, trying to see if you were in the first opening of the living room, and he was getting anxious when he didn’t see you.

He ran down towards the second opening of the hallway which was your kitchen and instantly his feet skidded to a halt. His feet screeching against your marbled floor.

Harry gasped loudly at the scene in front of him, a wrenching surprising sob wrecked through his body as his eyes scanned the kitchen layout, and he felt pale.

It looked like a bloody crime scene here.

Bright red liquid splattered over the white marble floors and cabinets. He could see it all over on the countertops, against the wall, and on the kitchen stove. Glass was everywhere that his eyes could see.

And then he saw you.

Another loud uncontrollable sob wrecked through his body as he ran towards you, falling down to the floor next to your unconscious body, not caring about the glass breaking his skin, his hands immediately reaching for you, pulling you into his body, and he tried to shake you awake.

Rapid tears fall down his cheeks immediately, his entire body is shaking with his sobs, his vision is cloudy, and he pulls you into his lap. He wraps one of his arms around your body and uses his free hand to move your hair away from your face.

He keeps repeating sun and baby over and over again. Hoping you’d hear him somehow. Hoping you’d open your pretty eyes for him.

His eyes take in your bloody nose, busted lip, your favorite lavender sweater is coated with blood in different spots, and same as your apron. He notices your limp hands have glass in different places, your leggings are black but he can see different areas with small shards of glass on them. And your feet. Your poor blue fuzzy socks are drenched in red. He’s not sure if it’s wine or blood.

His eyes move back to your face and he stills when he sees the hand marks on your neck. The fresh ugly bruises that are showing up. He looks up into the air, releasing a shaky breath, gritting his teeth as tears flow down his face, and he curses underneath his breath.

Harry is physically shaking with anger and guilt. He’s so upset at what Asher did to you. He feels like he can kill him, but he shoves that feeling away and focuses on you.

He doesn’t care that he’s getting himself covered in wine and blood right now. His free hand has specs of your blood on it now, but he keeps wiping away the hair and blood from your face.

Repeating “baby” to your face and kissing your face to wake you up. The metallic taste on his tongue makes him whimper.

“Hold on, baby. Just hold on.”

His voice is shaky, weak, and desperate.

So fucking desperate.

He doesn’t know what to do. You’re not reacting to anything he does, but thankfully you’re breathing. He has no idea what Asher did to you, but whatever he did. He’s going to pay for what he did.

Harry notices your phone next to you. He takes a shaky breath in and wraps his arms around you to pick you up. He reaches for your phone as he lifts you, tucks your limp body into his arms, sniffs hard to try and hold in the rest of his tears, and hastily makes his way towards his SUV.

He manages to open his back door and gently sets you down on the seats. He kisses your forehead with shaky lips and whispers, “It’s going to be okay. I-I’m here, sun.”

He drives towards the nearest hospital and prays to god that he hasn’t been followed by paps.

The entire drive to the hospital is rapid with his eyes constantly moving to the rear view mirror to look at you. To make sure you’re still there. To make sure you’re breathing.

Harry doesn’t hesitate to park in the “no parking” zone at the emergency entrance, he immediately starts honking to try and catch someone’s attention from inside. He sees a security guard immediately come toward him and Harry knows he must look crazy.

He jumps out of his driver seat, reaching for the back door to pull it open.

“I need you to get me some help!” The security officer is trying to flag someone from the inside to come and help him.

The officer looks at him in confusion, “Are you hurt, sir?” The office raises his eyebrows at his appearance.

Harry shakes his head, quickly pulling you into him once more, he hitches you up in his arms, and starts walking towards the entrance.

“It’s for her,” he says as he continues to walk into the ER entrance and immediately he can feel all eyes on him.

He ignores the stares, yells at the officer to help him, and starts feeling anxious. And he follows the officer when he opens a back door that leads him to where he assumes all the nurses and doctors are.

He can see different people running around, helping patients, and it’s incredibly loud. Loud beeping noises and chatter fills his ears. His mouth feels dry and he feels sick.

He looks at you in his arms, a soft whimper escapes his lips, and the officer brings him towards a ground of huddles nurses that are chatting about something.

One of them is smiling at another nurse and when her blue eyes met Harry’s, she instantly stops, mouth drops, and Harry can see her lips whisper his name in shock.

But then she suddenly reacts and rushes towards him.

“Are you okay? What happened?” She asks, her hands immediately reaching out to touch you, and Harry’s reflex is to curl you into his arms. Away from her touch. He’s terrified to let anybody touch you, but he knows you need it.

“I…” Harry starts, throat raspy, and he holds eye contact with the nurse, “I need your utmost discretion,” he states in a plea, but tries to keep his voice steady.

Harry sees from the corner of his eyes more nurses rushing towards him and one of them is holding a stretcher.

A male nurse tries to reach for you as well, but the nurse in front of you- Harry quickly reads her name tag- Lily.

Lily holds her hand up to stop the male nurse and she then sets her hand on Harry’s forearm, giving him a squeeze, her eyes not leaving his, and she says, “I promise you. We will be discreet.”

Harry nods, tears welling up in his eyes, and his hands are gripping onto your skin.

“But… you need to put her down on the stretcher.. so we can help her. Okay? Can you do that, sir?“

Lily moves her body to angle the stretcher and Harry quickly nods. He walks towards the stretcher, he gently sets you down, and squeezes your hands in his quickly. His shaking fingers move the sticky hair out of your face as you fall limp into the stretcher. He steps back.

Harry stands there, frozen in his spot, and watches them rush you away to an empty room.

“I’ll take you to a private room where you can wait for the doctor. Or myself for an update, okay?”

Harry nods as he follows her down a hallway, he starts messing with the skin around his fingernails, and Lily opens the door to a private room.

“You can wait here. Somebody will come speak to you soon about what happened, okay? Do you need any medical attention yourself?” Her voice is steady and calm. It’s what Harry needs right now. Her eyes look him up and down for any injuries.

“I’m okay, maybe… maybe just a wet rag, please.” Harry says, dry tears on his cheeks making his face feel stiff, and he keeps eye contact with Lily.

“Okay,” she says. She’s standing by the door, gives him a small smile, and then reaches out for Harry’s arm. She squeezes him.

“It's going to be okay, Mr. Styles. We got her now.” Her eyes are sincere and Harry’s face crumbles in anguish.

“Thank you,” he croaks out, covering his face, and turning away from her view.

He hears the door shut behind him and the only thing he can hear in the room is his soft cries.

•••

Harry must have fallen asleep after he had gotten himself cleaned up because he almost jumps out of the chair he was slumped into when he feels someone touch his shoulder.

“Sir! I’m so sorry!” He hears someone exclaim above him. He adjusts himself into the chair, uncrossing his arms, and is confused about his surroundings for just a second before he sees your face in his mind.

He stands quickly, “How is she?” He quickly runs his hands over his eyes to wake himself up.

He recognizes the same nurse as earlier, Lily, and she gives him an easy smile.

“She’s okay right now. A slight brain bleed, but nothing major. Don’t panic. It’ll heal on its own, but we’re going to keep her overnight to monitor it. Thankfully no broken bones. She does have a couple fractured ribs, but…” she trails off, her eyes looking to the side, and she looks nervous.

“What’s going on?” His body fills with worry instantly.

“She woke up, Mr. Styles.”

Relief washes throughout his body and he silently says a thank you.

“Oh, thank god. That’s good… that’s good, right?” Eyebrows furr when Lily nods, but doesn’t follow Harry’s breath of happiness. For a split second, he feels happy that she's awake and okay. But then Lily is rolling her lips in and biting the bottom one.

“What’s going on?” Harry asks. His voice shakes. The anticipation of what she’s about to say fills him with dread once more.

“Mr. Styles, we asked her what happened and she doesn’t remember. She might have a concussion or she might be blocking out the memory because of the trauma. She simply might not want to remember. It’s a way trauma victims protect themselves in these types of scenarios. It’s not uncommon.”

“O-okay?”

Lily puts her hand on Harry’s shoulder as if to comfort him for what she’s about to say. Harry feels confused as the comforting touch. He fumbles with the skin around his fingers in anticipation.

“She states that her boyfriend would never have done this.”

“W-what? She— wait— she said that?” Harry feels even more confused. He wasn’t imagining the phone call. He distinctly remembers what you had said.

Lily nods as he continues, “S-she told me. She told me that he hit her. That he—-“ he stops himself from continuing. Gulping down the forming lump in his throat. He bites his tongue because he doesn’t need anybody knowing about his personal business.

Harry slightly looks up to keep his tears at bay, sniffling slightly, and his eyes start to burn. He looks back down at Lily.

“He found out about something… something she didn’t want him knowing and that’s when he did that to her. I-I swear.”

“Mr. Styles, I’m sorry. But… If the patient says that’s not what happened.. then we have to believe the patient.” She almost looks guilty.

“Even if she doesn’t remember it happening?” Harry asks in desperation, not believing what she’s saying.

Lily nods with a small frown on her lips.

“I can take you to see her, if you’d like.”

Harry immediately nods and follows her down to your room. Lily knocks when they stand in front of the room and when Harry walks in, his lips quiver and his heart feels heavy.

“Oh, baby.” He whimpers out as he takes in your appearance. He manages to grasp onto the door to ground himself from the way his knees buckle at the sight of you. They’ve cleaned you up, but all the bruising from your face and neck makes him wish it was him in the bed instead of you.

You're laying down against the hospital bed, covered in a white blanket, with your head tilted back, but it only showcased the ugly, raw, and red marks on your neck. It made Harry internally weep at the sight. You have a machine on your right side connected to your IV and Harry can only imagine its fluids. Or maybe pain medication. He doesn’t dwell on it too long.

Your arms are laying over the blankets and resting on your stomach. Your hands are delicately covered in white gauze, but only your palms. And he knows it’s because of all the tiny glass cuts you had.

When his eyes land in your face, he wishes he could erase this picture from his brain. He pleads to the gods above that this is the last time he will ever see you hurt. He doesn’t think he can survive seeing you like this again.

Your bottom lip has a big cut on it which is making your lip a little swollen. Your entire right cheek is bright red with undertones of purples and you have one big bruise forming on your left cheekbone. Your nose has a small splint on it, but he can see the swelling underneath and the bruising on the sides.

Harry doesn’t even want to think about what you went through.

It’s almost as if you felt his presence because you slowly tilt your head down and your eyes search the room. When you meet his gaze, your entire body relaxes with relief and his name falls out of your lips like butter.

Harry is immediately at your side, wanting to hold you and touch you, but he stops himself. He hesitates in front of you and your covered hand reaches for him. His hand immediately covers yours, warm with gauze but cold fingers, and he starts crying.

“I-I,” Harry tries to form words, but his voice is muffled because of his sobs. He falls into the chair next to you and covers his face with his arms on top of the bed.

Your hand is immediately intertwined with his curls and you're rubbing his scalp to try to calm him down.

“They told me you found me?” You question and he cries harder at your voice. It’s raspy and hoarse. You don’t sound like yourself, you sound like you’re in pain, and he knows you are. It makes him cry even harder.

Harry can only nod at your question. He lifts his head to look at you and you try to give him a small smile. He’s looking into your eyes, your beautiful eyes, and he sniffles.

He ghosts one of his hands over your face and you almost want to melt into it, but you don’t. Because you know how bad you look and how every single part of your body hurts right now.

Instead, you grab his hand in yours once again.

“I’m okay,” you whisper with tears in your own eyes as you watch his red eyes. His green eyes are bright against the red, his nose is red too, cheeks are flushed, lips bright pink, and he looks beautiful.

“Do you remember anything?” Harry asks between his sniffles.

You roll your lips inside your mouth for a second and bite down on your unaffected side, eyebrows furred down, and you shake your head.

“I… I don’t. I’m… I’m assuming someone broke in? Maybe someone tried to steal from me and did this?” Your voice sounds as if you’re trying to convince yourself this is what happened. Instead of the reality that Harry knows about.

“Baby,” Harry whimpers out. “You called me… and told me Asher had found out about us.”

“Asher?” You question in a low tone, feeling confused once again.

“You… you said he hit you.” Harry gulps down the lump in his throat after he speaks those words and takes in your reaction.

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head. Frowning, you exclaim, “Hit me?! Asher would never, Harry.”

Suddenly, you’re pulling your hand out of his hold and Harry feels like you’re retracting from him.

“Baby, I wouldn’t lie—-“

“Stop it!” You cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest, ignoring the sharp pain that runs through your body as you touch your aching ribs.

His eyes dart to your stomach and back to you.

“Are you—“

“Stop.” You spat at him, feeling furious at him for even suggesting that Asher would do this to you. Asher would never do this. Never.

“Asher would never do this to me, Harry. Are you—- what are you— are you lying to me? Is this a joke? Is this some sick fucking joke? Maybe I did this to myself!! I’m fucking clumsy. I’m sure I just fell on my own. Maybe I dropped the wine bottle myself and tripped and hurt myself!” You cry out to him as fast tears start running down your cheeks. Your mouth speaks faster than your own brain. Spilling anything that would make more sense than what Harry is telling you.

“Baby. Baby. Baby.. what are you.. what are you saying? Baby, stop. He caused your head to bleed. He caused you a brain bleed, baby. You.. you didn’t do this to yourself. How could.. how could you have done this to yourself?” Harry cries as he stumbles over his words quickly at you.

“Asher didn’t do this to me,” you state confidently even though you feel confused about the whole thing. “Why would he do this to me, H?” More tears filling your eyes at Harry’s accusations.

Asher didn’t do this to you. He couldn’t have. Could he?

“He did this to you! He hit you!” His voice goes higher as his frustrations rise, his lips in a frown.

“You’re lying!! Stop lying to me. Why would Asher do this to me, Harry?! He loves me. And I know you love me. You’re my best fucking friend, but you’re crossing a line. He would never do this to me. You need to leave. You’re lying to me. I don’t want you here.”

“W-what?” Harry’s gaping at you, mouth dropped in shock, and a sob escapes his lips once more.

“Go. Now! I don’t want to look at you!” You turn away from him, sniffling, and wiping your tears away.

“You can’t be serious, Y/N. Listen to yourself,” he tries to plead with you as he tries to reach for your hand, but you turn your body to move. Ignoring the pain it causes you. You don’t look at him.

“Leave,” you demand once more. Ignoring his cries and his words.

“O-okay, baby. I’m going to leave. But… but… please. Please try to remember my love. Please,” he begs you.

You don’t say anything. You just stare out the window until you hear him get up and leave. You sit in silence for a couple minutes. Trying to think about everything he said. You wipe away your tears and reach for the call light to call for your nurse.

You press the red button and adjust yourself to relax against the mattress, trying to inhale a deep breath, and Lily comes into the room.

“Hi, love. Did you call? Need some help?”

“Yes, Lily. I did. Harry gave you my phone, right?”

“He did.”

“Okay,” you make eye contact with her. “Can you please call the person under the name of Asher? Can you let him know what’s happened and where I am? The code is 0509.”

A look of uncertainty flashes over Lily’s face, but she quickly controls her reaction. You don’t question it because she nods quickly right after.

“Of course, Mrs. Y/L/N.” She smiles at you, “I’ll be right back.”

Lily leaves the room and you close your eyes for a second.

You try to unclear your mind, trying to remember what happened, and flashes of what happened play out.

You see the wine bottle falling down onto the floor loudly.

You see yourself crawling into the corner and the feeling of true terror fills your body at the memory.

You can see yourself begging the person to stop, but you can’t see their face.

Your face crumbles in frustration at not being able to remember the one most important detail.

You sigh, opening your eyes, and you decide to wait for Asher to walk through the door.

Maybe he can help you remember. Maybe he’s spoken to the police and maybe they’ve already found the person who did this.

But there’s also a part of you wondering why he isn’t here right now. Wouldn’t he have found you after coming home from work? Maybe he had to work late.

You shake your head at the intrusive thoughts.

You try to relax once again, trying not to feel bad for kicking Harry out, but you know Asher would have never done this to you.

He would have never.

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☆Snoodetober~2019☆

♡A celebration of Gwendolyn Goode & Severus Snape♡

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THE SUN WILL RISE (part 1)

A/N: so maybe it was a stupid idea, but i thought i would just start the story and see where i'll head with it. don't kill me if i can't update regularly! im winging it as i go lmao

PAIRING: College!Long-hair!Harry X Reader

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

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It’s been like a tradition to gather on the first Friday of September at BlackHole and celebrate the start of another school year. As much as you can call something that happened twice a tradition.

It’s not just your usual, close circle of friends, the group grows immensely, everyone invites someone else, boyfriends and girlfriends and soon there is a group of 20 people sitting around your table. You know these people, most of them at least, you’re just not close with all of them.

Today is the third time you take the exact same table in the bar, your two best friends you met as a freshman on your sides, Vivian and Iris are nursing their margaritas, just like you are and as you look around you feel contented and excited to be back on campus. Most students might find you weird for looking forward to the new semester, but they probably don’t hate spending their summer with their family back at home.

You do. You absolutely hate it.

College is your escape from your family, mostly your parents, you’re happy every minute you can spend physically away from them, though that doesn’t stop them from calling you…

BlackHole is packed with students, it’s a popular place around campus and you see lots of familiar faces you’ve seen either in classes or at the cafeteria.

“You alright?” Iris pokes your side with her elbow and you turn to face her just as she swirls her tongue around the straw.

You’re close with Vivian too, but Iris is the one who knows exactly how much you’ve struggled with your family. You don’t like to share the dirty details of your trauma to every other person, but Iris was there for you when you were at a particularly low point. She listened to you as you hyperventilated about your family drama that occured when your sister got engaged last year.

Your sister has been your nemesis since day one, but not because she’s been mean to you, or a bad sibling, it’s because your parents made you hate the idea of her.

They planned to have only one child. One perfect fruit of their even more perfect love. That’s your sister, Alice. She’s been first in everything since the day she was born, even on the day of her birth, because she was the first baby of the year in the country, born exactly at midnight, your mom gave interviews in the evening with Alice sleeping in her arms, news channels broadcasted the little girl that was born first. Since that day Alice has lived up to every dream your parents had. Talented gymnast, dancer, top of her class, she got into Harvard law and she is now working at your parents’ law firm along with her disgustingly perfect fiancé she met at college, Gabriel.

You were not part of the plan, but four years into their life you surprised them. It was always clear to you that they didn’t expect to have a second child, nor did they want to. But they had to deal with your arrival so they changed their plans and decided to try to make you an Alice 2.0. They always expected you to be like her, to reach as high achievements as she did and they never cared that you were a different individual, not your sister.

You weren’t good in gymnastics and you were at best an okay dancer. You would have preferred to learn music instead of taking dance classes, but they forced you to do what they wanted until you graduated from high school. You weren’t top of your class. It’s not that you’re stupid and had bad grades, you’ve always been a great student, it’s just that you weren’t the best in class and it would have been fine by you.

But not by your parents.

They never miss a chance to bring up how your sister turned out to be better in everything. Of course she outdid you in most activities, she chose all of them while you were forced into them. It’s always about Alice and they don’t particularly try to hide how they feel about your so called failures.

Growing up you just wanted to make them happy. You wanted them to look at you the way they always looked at Alice, you ached for their recognition, but you got it only a very few times. Even now, you still wish to be accepted by your family, but as yourself and not the replica of your sister. You’ve realized you’ll never be like her, nor do you want to be, but your parents haven’t really gotten to this conclusion and you’d rather swallow down your pride and try to make them happy than stand up for yourself. That’s been your tactic recently, though it’s getting harder to bite your tongue.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you smile at her, grabbing your drink from the table.

“Happy to be back?”

“Yes,” you chuckle. “It’s great to be alone at home.”

“The privilege of having a place to yourself instead of living in a dorm,” she sighs dreamily.

“I offered you a thousand times already to take the spare room and live with me.”

“But you wouldn’t accept money for it and I don’t want to rip you off,” she replies, giving you a knowing look.

“You wouldn’t be ripping me off, you know that–”

“That your dad pays for the place, I know. But still. It would feel wrong.”

All you can do is roll your eyes at her. You live in a two bedroom apartment very close to campus, it’s literally the only good thing you got from your parents. Your dad thought it would be degrading if his daughter would have to live in a dorm room, sharing the space with another person, that’s the only reason why you can now live in your own place. Not at all because he wanted you to be comfortable.

You’ve offered your spare room to Iris and Vivian too, but of course, you refuse to take money from them, but that doesn’t work for them, so for now, you live alone.

The conversation flows to everyone’s summer and you listen to their stories with jealousy, because you spent your summer working for your dad. For one, you wanted to save some money of your own and for two, you thought it would earn you some good points at him. Well, you earned the money, but the good points? Not so much. But he loved to tell you how bad of a lawyer you’d be if you were to start your career now.

“I’ll get another drink,” you tell Vivian as you stand from your seat and head over to the bar. There’s a long line, so you’ll probably be there for a while.

Humming to the music you’re waiting patiently, slowly inching closer to the bar. When you finally reach the counter, you ask for a vodka soda from the bartender, but before she could turn away to make it for you, a voice cuts in from next to you.

“And a beer, please!”

You recognise the tattoo covered arm next to you on the bar before the voice. A shiver runs down your spine, though it might be the bad kind.

You wish you could say your relationship with Harry Styles is neutral. He is part of your circle of friends, Vivian’s boyfriend, Tanner was Harry’s roommate freshman year and though they don’t live together anymore, their friendship remained, ergo Harry still hangs out with your friends.

However, it appears that he doesn’t like you very much. The more time you spent with him in the beginning, the more you realized he is not too interested in getting to know you or at least being friends with you. The two of you just basically co-existed at the best. Sometimes you felt like Harry actually hated you with passion, but you can’t even think of anything you could have done against him and because you’re not one to confront with others you just kept your mouth shut, wondering why Harry disliked you so much.

“Hi,” you greet him, part of you hoping that maybe he changed this summer. But the way he just nods at you with an uninterested look, you have to accept that everything is the same.

He has grown his hair out these past years, his mop of curls you found cute when you first saw him is now long enough to be put into a bun. It suits him, you can’t deny that he looks good with his handsome features, long curls, funky patterned button down shirts he usually leaves open enough to showcase his tattooed chest and then there are those chunky rings he’s been wearing lately. There’s no use denying that Harry Styles looks fine.

It’s a shame he hates your gut for some reason.

“How was your summer?” you attempt to chat with him, the urge to break the silence choking you.

“Good. I went home, like everyone,” he answers without as much as looking at you as he watches the bartender make the drinks. Normally this is the part where he asks you about your summer, but he remains silent and you take the hint. He doesn’t want to hear anything about you.

Great talk, you think to yourself.

The bartender places the two drinks in front of you and you pay for them both.

“I’ll Venmo it to you,” Harry offers, but you just shake your head no.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” you say and he just nods before grabbing his drink and heading back to the group, you trail behind him feeling a tad bit humiliated and annoyed he treats you like a stranger when you’ve been in the same group of friends for two years now.

You return to the table and try to pay no more attention to Harry who is sitting on the other end of the table from you. The evening doesn’t go off the rails, you stay at BlackHole until closing time and then some head to a party, but most of you go home. As a junior you’re not that tempted to go to every party, you’re over those days already.

You’re climbing the stairs up to your apartment when you check your phone that’s been buried in your bag all evening and you see a text from your sister.

ALICE: Can you please confirm your plus one situation by the end of next week? We really need the exact number of guests. Thanks! Xx

“Fuck,” you mumble under your breath as you finally reach your front door and unlock it.

You knew this would catch up with you eventually, but you hoped you could push it out a little. Your sister’s wedding is in January, it’s gonna be a real winter wonderland and she’s been planning it for a year now. At first you didn’t think about it, but then came the question: are you attending the wedding alone or will you have a plus one?

One day you made a mistake and said that you might bring someone. Your statement raised quite a few eyebrows, since you haven’t brought anyone home before and now you’re implying that you would have a date for Alice’s wedding.

You could easily say that you won’t have a partner, but you know they are expecting you to bring someone so you can’t just back down, but how will you find a date until the end of next week?

You shoot back a short reply that you’ll have an answer by next week and then decide to go to bed before you could overthink it. Maybe the universe will sort it out for you.

The semester kicks off as usual, you feel at home on campus and you look at the freshmen with a sense of envy. They have years ahead of them to enjoy university, while you’re always done with half of your studies. You have some classes together with Iris and Vivian, since they study political sciences so there’s some crossover with law, but you’re the only one in your group of friends who studies law, leaving you alone for a good majority of your classes. You don’t mind it, you can just hang out between classes.

The three of you are sitting in the cafeteria on Friday, Vivian is showing you some dresses she ordered when Tanner walks in with Harry by his side and they join your little trio.

“Hey boys, why the long face?” Iris asks. Tanner kisses Vivian’s cheek as he sits beside her, Harry taking the seat next to Tanner, sitting across from you.

“You haven’t heard?” Vivian asks, talking for the boys. You both shake your head. “The plumbing and the heating system in Westfield went into shit last night, they need to renew everything, so the building can’t be used at least until november.”

“What?” Iris asks with wide eyes. “So where are you guys gonna go now?” she asks, knowing that they both live in Westfield this year.

“I’m moving in with my brother, he lives near campus, so it’s gonna be fine. But Harry’s situation is still uncertain,” Tanner sighs as he leans back and drapes an arm over the back of Vivian’s seat.

“They have to accomodate you somewhere, right? They can’t just put you out on the street,” Iris eyes them in disbelief.

“They’re planning to open up the east wing of Hillrose,” Harry speaks up for the first time.

“That place is like a haunted house, definitely not suitable to be used again,” Vivian scrunches her nose.

“You can’t live there,” Iris says.

“It’s not like I have a choice,” Harry shrugs snorting.

Listening to the conversation quietly a plan forms in your head before you could rationally think it through and you speak up in the heat of the moment.

“You can live in my spare room,” you offer, all heads turning towards you, but you’re only looking at Harry, whose eyebrows shot up at your words. “I-I have an extra room. You can use it until they fix Westfield.”

“Just so you know, she won’t let you pay for rent or anything,” Iris adds with a chuckle and you just roll your eyes at her.

“Is that true?” Harry asks.

“Well, it can be an option too. I’m not too keen on charging my friends,” you say, though calling Harry your friend is a far stretch.

Harry stares back at you with an unreadable look and it’s so intimidating you can feel your cheeks heating up.

“They said if we can find a place for the semester for ourselves they’ll give back the money we’d pay for the dorm room. I can offer to give that to you, I don’t want to stay there without paying anything,” he then says.

You have different plans though, but you’re not gonna tell him those in front of everyone else, so you just nod.

“It’s settled,” you say and your anxiety is already skyrocketing from just the thought that you’re gonna live with Harry, the person who doesn’t seem to stand you at all. You’re surprised he even agreed, but you guess anything is better than Hillrose.

Turns out you and Harry are headed the same way from the cafeteria, so it gives you the opportunity to present him your original idea, praying he won’t laugh into your face.

“I know we agreed that you’d pay me the amount you get back from Westfield, but I thought that we could settle it a different way,” you say as the two of you are walking towards building D.

“Uh, okay, I’m listening,” he nods, pressing his lips together into a thin line.

“But I need you to promise this stays between us.”

“Is this gonna be something illegal?”

“No, just… promise me?” you sigh as you stop and Harry comes to a halt as well, turning around to face you.

“Okay, I promise.”

“You can stay in my spare room if you’ll be my plus one at my sister’s wedding.”

You blurt it out so fast you’re afraid he didn’t even understand a word from it, but Harry heard you clearly. It’s just that you most likely shocked you with your offer.

“You want me to be your date? At your sister’s wedding?” he repeats and you nod.

“Yes.”

“Why do you need me to be your partner?”

“Because… I don’t have a plus one, but my family is expecting me to bring someone. I think it’s a deal we both can benefit from. Keep the money you’d pay for the dorm room, you can stay at my place and I have my partner for the wedding. This is all I’m asking for.”

Harry stares back at you for so long you start to think he’ll decline the offer or at least tell you how stupid you are, but he just stays silent before running his tongue across his lips and nodding at last.

“Alright, when’s the wedding?”

“Uh, in January. We’ll have to go Vermont on Thursday and we can be back here on Sunday. There’s a family dinner on Friday, the wedding is on Saturday.”

“Vermont?” he asks with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to pay for anything. It’s all on me, you just have to come with me.”

“Okay. I’m in.”

“Really?” you ask before you could mask your surprise.

“Yeah. I’ll be your date at the wedding if I get the spare room,” he summarizes and holds his hand out for you that you take before you could change your mind. Harry’s large, warm hand wraps around yours and even squeezes it. It’s probably the first time he is touching you intentionally, other than just brushing past you and it’s gotten your blood rushing for some reason.

And that’s how you agreed to not just live with the guy who’s been obviously avoiding and disliking you, but also fake date him at your sister’s wedding.

That night you call your sister to confirm your plus one for the wedding officially.

“So, what did you decide?” she asks and you can tell she is curious what you’ll tell her.

“I’m bringing a plus one.”

“Oh!” you can tell she is surprised you’re actually bringing someone. “Is it just a casual date or your boyfriend?”

“I’m bringing my boyfriend, Harry,” you say. Why not go all out with your lie at this point?

“Boyfriend! Great!” she says and she actually sounds excited about the news. “I’ll tell mom and dad. I’m sure they will be thrilled to hear that you have a boyfriend.”

“Sure, very thrilled,” you nod, not believing it actually. They will probably just want to tear him apart and tell you he is nothing like Gabriel, because in their eyes he is the only suitable man, since Alice chose him.

Harry moves in the next morning. He brings two huge sports bags, a paper box and what surprises you the most, a guitar. He walks into your apartment as if he is looking out for danger as you show him the room you’ve been mostly using as a storage room, but you moved everything out of it. It’s furnished, because it’s meant to serve as a guest bedroom, though it doesn’t get used often.

“Bathroom is down the hall, unfortunately I only have one. But there’s a washer and dryer in the closet next to the front door.”

“Washer and dryer, fancy,” he hums as he drops one of the sports bags onto the bed and unzips it. It didn’t sound amazed at all, more like an annoyed comment, but you have no idea what could be annoying in an in-unit washer and dryer.

“Here are your keys,” you say, ignoring his previous comment as you hand him the set of keys. He takes them and just drops to the little desk by the window.

“Thanks.”

You have no idea what else to say or do so you just turn around and walk back to your own room, listening to him move around on the other side of the wall, unpacking his bags. You would have never imagined yourself living with a guy, what’s more, with Harry Styles, but here you are.

It definitely won’t be like in the movies when they move in with their best friend and have endless sleepovers, cook and watch movies together. You have a feeling Harry will try to reduce interacting with you to the minimum, so you’ll basically live together with a ghost.

He stays in his room for the better part of the noon. You’re in the kitchen, making lunch when you hear the front door open and close and without a word, he is gone. Well, he doesn’t have to check in with you when he wants to go out, but you thought at least he would throw a bye at you before walking out.

You have a lazy afternoon after that, watching Gossip Girl on the TV in the living room and later you do some reading for your civil law class to get ahead of the workload that will be thrown at you in no time.

Harry returns a little after eight with his hands full of grocery bags. You hear him shuffle around in the kitchen, packing away his food before he pads down the hallway and closes his room’s door behind him, a clear sign that he is not willing to have some roomie talk with you.

Trying not to take it too much to your heart, you go on with your own day as usual, finishing up the reading before you decide to take a shower and head to bed. You’ve been living alone for over a year now, so you got used to walking around the place freely. You completely forget to take a change of clothes in with you, but you obviously can’t walk out butt naked, like you usually do, so mumbling under your breath you wrap a towel around yourself, but it barely covers your intimate bits, especially under the waist, so you tell yourself to just sprint into your room.

However, as you open the door and are about to make a fast escape, you’re met with Harry standing leaning against the wall in the hallway, a towel thrown over his shoulder.

“Oh!” you breathe out, instantly tightening your hold on the towel at your chest. He doesn’t seem too bothered by your lack of clothing, but you catch his gaze running down your body before it meets your eyes.

“You done?” he simply asks.

“Y-yeah. All yours,” you clear your throat and walk past him, straight into your room and you shut the door behind you, slamming your back against it.

You hear him lock the bathroom door and then you hear water running while your heart is pounding on your heaving chest.

Why was he waiting there like there was a line? Like someone could get ahead of him? Did he want to run into you on purpose after avoiding you all day? What is his deal?!

You realize that if you’re going to live together you’ll have to learn to coexist and that you need to have a conversation to get things clear. You wait for him to finish in the bathroom and you hear him return into his room, closing the door behind him. Taking a deep breath you mentally prepare to have a one on one with him.

Walking over to his door you stand at the door for a few seconds before building up the courage to actually knock on it. There’s no answer, so you wait and you’re just about to knock again when it flings open and you’re met with a shirtless Harry, wearing a pair of shorts only, his damp hair in a haphazard bun. The smell of his shower gel hitting you like a truck, it’s kind of spicy and very much intoxicating, especially when it’s paired with the sight of his naked torso.

“Hey, sorry to bother, but can we talk?” you ask, clearing your throat.

“About what?”

“Um, our situation. Living together.”

“Alright,” he nods and steps back, inviting you into his room. It has stayed the same more or less, but now it’s obvious someone is living here, he’s got books on the desk, some nick-nacks on the dresser and you realize that he has changed the sheets to his own, a simple, dark blue one.

“It’s been a while since I last lived with someone, so I’m not really used to having another person around,” you admit, stopping by his desk, folding your arms over your chest. “We need some boundaries.”

“Boundaries?” he asks, his eyebrows rising in amusement as he leans against the doorway leisurely.

“Yeah. Like, I would appreciate it if you didn’t wait by the bathroom door when I’m inside.”

“I was just waiting for my turn,” he shrugs.

“I get that, but can you do that in your room next time?”

“Did I scare you or something?”

“I was just… I wasn’t expecting you to be standing there, and I forgot to bring my clothes in, so I was in just a towel… I was way too exposed than I intended.”

“If you’re worried I was trying to see you naked, I suggest you not work yourself up about that. I’m not interested in you,” he simply replies and it hits you harder than you expected.

You never thought Harry might be interested in you in any way, but the way he just said that… as if he straight up found you ugly and so dislikable that he would never even spare you a look.

That was kind of the push you needed.

“I’m not interested in you either,” you start, sounding a lot more confident than you were just moments ago. “But I would still like to keep my privacy. I know we made a deal, but this is still my home, so there are going to be rules.”

You didn’t plan this out, but now that you said it, there’s no returning. Harry arches an eyebrow at you staring back at you as you continue.

“We have to respect each other’s space. If you want to use the bathroom but I’m in, don’t queue at the door, this is not a dormitory, it’s just the two of us. It would be nice if you at least burped a bye out when you leave the house and does it hurt to say hi when you return?” you rage out everything you’ve been enlisting mentally all day. “Look, I’m not stupid,” you sigh, shaking your head.

“No one said you were,” Harry comments.

“I can tell you hate me for some reason. I have no idea what I did against you, I couldn’t figure it out, but I gave up to get to the bottom of it. You have the right to hate me, whatever. But we’re gonna live together, so it would be nice if we could at least coexist. If you have requests towards me, now is the time to make them, you’ve heard mine.”

It seems like you surprised Harry with your outburst and impromptu monologue. He stands there, watching you with that stupid, unreadable look again and doesn’t say a word while yor confidence vanishes and you realize what you just said. Part of you wants him to say that he doesn’t hate you, that it’s all in just your head, but you know that’s not gonna happen, there is definitely something he has against you, but you’re not expecting him to tell you.

“Okay,” he finally speaks up. “I respect your requests.”

“Do you have some of your own?” you ask quietly.

“I don’t want to chit-chat and pretend like we’re best friends. Don’t try to make friends with me.”

Like a slap across the face. He basically just confirmed that he wants nothing to actually do with you and that you’re not friends. It’s nothing new, but it still hurts that someone feels such dislike towards you when you didn’t even give them a reason to.

“Fine,” you breathe out. “If that’s everything, then…”

You walk past him and out of his room feeling humiliated and hurt, but you manage to keep yourself together until you reach your room and shut the door behind you.

All this time you’ve been trying to be neutral towards Harry despite his obvious dislike towards you, but why would you use extra energy to keep it up when he wants nothing to do with you? No more trying to be nice or friendly and no more neutral, grey zone. If he doesn’t want to be friends with you, then you’ll just keep your distance from him, like you should have all along.

Now you’re starting to regret that you asked him to be your fake date for the wedding. There’s no way anyone will buy it that there’s anything between you and him. You’ll just make an even bigger fool of yourself.

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starlightsearches · 3 years ago

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Can we get 3 with hux from the flower AU prompts?

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Florist! Armitage Hux x Model! Reader (f)

Warnings: Not really, a little yearning, some slutty narration, it's kind of silly and maybe ooc, but I think that's it.

I've been feeling pretty shitty about myself and my writing over the past few days, and I figured the best way to break myself out of that funk was to write something, even if it was stupid. Sometimes when your brain is telling you that you can't do something, you gotta do it anyway. Let me know what you think, besties!

3. Flowers are often used for photo shoots and Person A gets hired to arrange the flowers for one, but they can’t help getting nervous around the model, Person B from the Flower Shop AU Prompts

Armitage is out of his element.

He's plenty comfortable working with his assistant in the back of the shop, or helping customers as they dither over the size of the arrangements and the available flowers at the counter. But this is madness.

The backstage of the set is absolutely teeming with people, and every single one of them runs past without a glance in his direction, shouting into headsets or flipping through stacks of pages attached to clipboards.

He ventures further, past a few darkened hallways until he finds an occupied room. There's a vanity mirror against the far wall, and a woman sitting in front of it, resting her head on one hand, the other holding a book.

"Excuse me," Armitage knocks gently against the door frame before stepping inside.

You set the book down, greeting him with a smile.

"Hello, are you here for makeup?"

For a moment, Armitage is speechless.

He hadn't noticed your strange apparel when he first caught sight of you, but now he can't seem to look away from the dress you're wearing, a less-than-faithful recreation recreation of a Victorian gown that hangs low on your shoulders and tight around breasts, leaving very little to the imagination.

Is he hallucinating? He's never believed in ghosts before but you do seem like a rather lovely, and strangely familiar, apparition.

Your brows furrow in confusion before you glance down at yourself, eyes going wide like you've forgotten what you were wearing.

"Oh," you exclaim, throwing your head back with a laugh, "it's a period piece were doing today."

"I'm sorry?"

"You laugh again, finding his idiocy endearing instead of annoying, "you're not the makeup artist, are you?"

"The florist."

"I see. We're doing a shoot today, a romance novel cover. Do you read romance novels?"

So that's where he recognized you from. He's seen your face before, many times over. How to Wed a Rascal, Devil's Daughter, Three's a Crowd, and his favorite: Kingdom of Thirst.

He's spent too much of his time—bleary eyed, reading into the late hours of the night—imagining your face, your eyes, the sound of your moans as he devoured book after book, story after story.

But he's not about to tell you that.

"Uh, no, not really," he lies, and you shrug off the answer, turning the seat so that you can face him.

"I've only read a few, and they're alright. The jobs pay well, at least, and they're more fun than most shoots."

He nods, leaning against the door frame in an attempt to appear casual, hoping you'll say more. He likes hearing you talk.

You don't look like yourself in pictures. It's not just the makeup and the editing, although he's sure that has something to do with it. You're much more earnest in person, and surprisingly easy to be around. It's magnetic, your personality, to the point he can’t take his eyes off you. It must be what makes you so great at your job.

"You were looking for a place to put your flowers, right? I can help with that," you say, standing from the chair and moving into the hallway, calling into the empty space, "Hey Stacy!"

The sound of harried footsteps echoes down the corridor, and soon you're greeted by a serious looking woman, dressed in all black with her hair swept up into a ponytail.

"What do you need, babes?" she asks without looking up from her cell phone, "Jack said he'd be here half an hour ago but traffic's got him running late, of course. Shouldn't matter since we're ahead of schedule so far and going for a pretty minimal look this time but I told him to haul ass anyways, traffic laws be damned. Who is this?"

Every word pours out of her mouth without a breath in between, and it's not until she looks up, meeting his eyes that he realizes she's talking about him.

"This is . . ." you turn to look at him expectantly, raising your brows.

"Armitage," he provides, and you nod.

"Right, Armitage," you smile, turning back to Stacy, "and he's got the flower delivery for the shoot today waiting in his car."

Stacy nods, mumbling into her headset. "That's great. I'll have Phil unload them."

Armitage nods, wondering if he should offer to stay and arrange them. It's not something he'd typically do . . . but he's not exactly in a hurry to leave.

Another set of footsteps meets the three of you from the end of the hallway, this time provided by another harried-looking woman, almost in a sprint.

"Bad news, Stacy," she pants when she arrives, out of breath, "Ronan's called in sick. He's got food poisoning."

Stacy groans, and you roll your eyes. "Typical. Did you call somebody else?"

"They're all busy: Theo and Jacob are out of town shooting swim, and Will's best man at a wedding."

"We'll have to call off the shoot, then, won't we?"

You shake your head, defeated. Armitage can't help but feel for you; it's obvious how much work goes into these productions, so much time wasted. Not to mention the six dozen flowers currently dying in the back of his van.

"Not so fast," Stacy holds her hand up, silencing the group. Her eyes land on him, and she chews on the inside of her cheek, thinking.

"It's Armitage, right?" she asks, tapping her finger against her lips, "have you ever . . . modeled before?"

He feels his face grow hot, heart racing, "What? No. Absolutely not."

The other woman catches on, sizing him up herself. "Wait a second, you're right Stacy. He's totally got the look. Those god damn cheekbones could slice through steel. He’s about the same size as Will, too, so costuming wouldn't be a problem. How tall are you? Six foot? Six foot two?"

"No," he steps back, "I won't do it."

You put your hand on his shoulder, begging him with your eyes.

"Please, Armitage. It would really help."

He twists his face into a frown, already feeling his resolve crumbling under your eager gaze.

"Well . . . alright."

The three of you erupt in to cheers. He's absolutely going to regret this.

An hour later—hair done, costumed, and feeling ridiculous—Armitage walks out onto the set.

God, no.

It's a surprisingly faithful recreation—he assumes—sumptuously decorated and absolutely bursting with flowers. That's not the problem.

It's a bedroom, most of the space taken up by a large, dark four-poster, rose petals strewn across its surface. He knows what that means.

Bile rises in his throat, a wave of nausea rolling his stomach. He couldn't do this. There was a reason he read so many romance novels: he liked to imagine he could be someone different, someone charming, passionate, wicked.

Being that person is not in his nature.

Vivian, the costumer, approaches him from behind, startling him.

"You ready?" she asks, gesturing him towards the stage, but he hesitates.

"There's no need to be nervous, hon. Your partner for today? She's a god damn angel, the best of the best. You'll be in good hands . . . or I guess she'll be in your hands."

She laughs at her own joke and pats him gently, wandering away.

He's going to throw up. Or pass out. Or drop dead. He can't handle this.

Then he sees you, gliding in through the doorway. You're sparkling with your makeup and hair done to perfection, your eyes warm and bright, and you're smiling at him. Just for him.

Somebody ushers him towards the set, and you join him, arranging yourself on the bed.

"Nervous?" you ask him, laying down on your elbows, a little too at ease. He doesn't have to answer, he knows you can see it on his face.

You hold out your hand to him, and he takes it, adjusting to the feel of your skin against his. "You don't need to be, it's easy."

You pull without warning, and he falls forward, knees hitting the mattress. His other hand land besides your head, close enough to your face that he could reach out and stroke it, if he wanted to.

"Ready up there?" the photographer yells from across the room, and you give him the thumbs up before slipping in to your proper pose. You place his hand at your waist, tilting up his chin.

"Now furrow your brow a little," you whisper, "and part your lips."

He does as he's told, and soon enough the camera flash sparks in his periphery.

It's not as horrible as he thought it would be, although you are doing most of the work. You shift periodically, sometimes staring deep into his eyes, or looking down demurely with your hand just barely grazing your forehead.

"Alright, that's great, that's perfect," the photographer monologues, never taking his eye from the viewfinder, "why don't we get a couple with your lips at her neck?'

He trembles, his breathing shallow, but you look up at him with the slightest nod, arching your back just a little farther, leaving your skin exposed and inviting.

He bends closer, examining the graceful lines of your body. If this were real, where would he kiss you? If he had you to himself—without all these people watching—in his own bed, no pretense, no costumes . . .

He brushes his lips tenderly against the junction between your neck and your shoulder, and he swears that he can hear you sigh in response, your spine curving against his fingers, your chest pressed tighter against his own.

"That's perfect," the photographer shouts, but Armitage isn't listening, entirely preoccupied with the feeling of your pulse against his mouth, his lips traveling up over your jaw, stopping just below your ear.

You turn to face him, slowly, until nose brushes his, staring into his eyes. If he tilted his chin just half an inch, he'd be kissing you.

"That's great, everybody! I think we're done for today."

The set erupts with applause at the photographer's words, but you still don't pull away from him, smiling gently, whispering against his lips.

"Like I said, you're a natural."

His face grows flush, and he shifts back onto his feet, clearing his throat with a cough.

You stand beside him, brushing your hands nervously over the bodice of your gown.

"Thanks again for doing this, we all really appreciate it."

"Of course, it was . . . fun."

"No really, it was a huge favor. I'd like to do something for you, in return—we could get dinner, maybe? My treat."

You place your hand on his arm again, stroking your thumb down over his elbow. Despite how much he's touched you over the last hour, this contact feels different. Because you're not playing a part this time. Because it's him you're reaching for.

"We can change first, of course," you say, the words rushed as you read his dewy-eyed imaginings for hesitation.

He smiles, placing his hand over yours in reassurance, "I'd like that."

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chiseler · 4 years ago

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Harry Stephen Keeler: The Paper Blackener of Bagdad on the Lakes

Marry a moustachioed alcoholic and erstwhile magician to a Welsh-American beauty shortly before the World’s Columbian Exposition. When their son is born, widow the mother. Widow her again—twice. Put her in charge of a boarding house for vaudevillians. Make her son a prankster and give him a degree in electrical engineering. Bake him in the Kankakee mental asylum for a year. The result: the one and only Harry Stephen Keeler.

Keeler (1890-1967) was, in his own words, one of the most obsessive “paper-blackeners” ever to inhabit Chicago—“London of the West, Bagdad on the Lakes.” In this regard he is not wholly unlike Henry Darger, the janitor and outsider artist who spent his life a few blocks away creating the 15,000-page chronicle of the Vivian Girls. One difference is that Keeler got published.

When he was out of the asylum and working as a steel mill electrician, Keeler started frenetically punching away at his L. C. Smith, turning out surprise-twist short stories and, soon, complicated serial mysteries in a whimsical vein. He also landed a job as editor of 10 Story Book, a pulp featuring humorous tales and half-naked girls. With Find the Clock (Dutton, 1927), he achieved U.S. hardback publication. Keeler was to publish 37 volumes with Dutton until he exhausted his publishers’ patience in 1942. He published 48 books with the British publisher Ward Lock (1929-53), nine with the fourth-rate Phoenix Press (1943-48), and a dozen or so further novels written directly for Spanish or Portuguese translation at $50 a pop, in addition to several manuscripts that never saw the light of day.

That’s a story of decline—and even at the early peak of his mild popularity, Keeler struggled to sell more than a few thousand copies of his novels. The Great Depression was part of the problem, but so was Keeler’s prose. Over the course of the ’30s, Keeler transmuted his early style—convoluted “webwork” plots and somewhat Victorian diction—into screwball concoctions where the narrator and characters sink into morasses of dialect and ludicrous phraseology, as the reader is challenged to sift through layers of implausible interpretation to uncove an even more implausible solution. Ignoring the pleas of his editors, HSK churned out huge, multivolume creations that tried his readers’ brains and now seem boldly postmodern, as if they had been dreamed up by Pynchon or Oulipo. To mention a few:

The Box from Japan (1932) is set in 1942 and runs to over 700,000 words, with extensive digressions on intercontinental 3-D television, a Nicaraguan canal, and the Japanese emperor’s love of Virginia ham.

The Marceau Case and X. Jones of Scotland Yard (1936) are “documented novels” that consist of newspaper stories, telegrams, photos (including one of a topless woman and one of Keeler himself), astronomical charts, cartoons, a Bible verse, two ten-page long footnotes, and much more. The premise is a twist on “locked room” mysteries: a man was strangled on an open croquet lawn, with only a few small footprints in his immediate vicinity. Was he garroted by a Lilliputian in an autogyro? The case is given a three-dimensional solution by an American in the first volume, and a four-dimensional solution by an Englishman in the second.

The Mysterious Mr. I and The Chameleon (1938-39) trace the Chicago peregrinations of a narrator who keeps us and everyone around him guessing as he switches identities no fewer than fifty times (once posing as a professor of philosophy who provides yet another solution to the Marceau case).

The Man with the Magic Eardrums (1939) is an all-night dialogue between two mysterious characters who discuss interracial marriage, telephone technology, and a laundry list of other Keelerian obsessions. It was followed by three sequels.

The exhausting, quasilunatic plots of HSK’s novels are larded with gems of Keelerian writing: awkward, preposterous, and hilarious. The laughter is always uncertain, though, because you are never sure just how much of the effect is intentional. (I have come to believe that most of it is.) Contemporary Keelerite Edward Bolman has recently started tweeting some of these gems (twitter.com/harryskeeler). Here’s a small selection.

“I—I thank you, Governor,” he said with dignity, “on behalf of the Great Science of Mathematics and Joe the Duck.”

For all’s not gold that glitters; and everything that makes an inky black aqueous solution isn’t the pure oxyrhodomate salt of platinum.

“I—I don’t want any women,” Joe managed to ejaculate.

Real estate law oozed out from all over him.

“I’d like to be Hong’s gold watch in his pocket—but able to listen, like as if it were my own ear—yeah, a gold ear-shaped listening watch.”

“Nuts!” exploded Monk Onderko. “Bull,” came from Pox in the rear.

His conscience was invariably an amoeba hypertrophied to the size of behemoth and capering about, centipedal with a hundred elephant legs!

Unlikely as it may seem, Keeler got a small taste of Hollywood in 1934, when Monogram Studios put out two films based on his Sing Sing Nights. In the movie of that name, three murder suspects are tested by a lie detector. (In the novel, the three men shot their victim nearly but not quite simultaneously—so two of them are guilty of no more than pumping a bullet into a corpse. One shooter espouses the theory that racism will eventually be overcome thanks to interbreeding, plastic surgery, and international air travel. None of this makes it into the film.) In The Mysterious Mr. Wong, a film based on a story told by one of the characters in Keeler’s Sing Sing Nights, Bela Lugosi plays Wong, a tepidly creepy Oriental who is stalked by a feebly wisecracking reporter. These movies have some interest as period pieces, but retain little of the distinctive Keeler touch. Extensive research has not supported Keeler’s claim that Sing Sing Nights inspired yet a third film, titled The Gorilla’s Brain.

Nearly forgotten by the end of his life, Keeler has experienced a small posthumous revival thanks to the Internet (which he would have adored). The Harry Stephen Keeler Society, founded in 1997, publishes a newsletter. All of Keeler’s books can be printed on demand by Ramble House. In 2005, McSweeney’s republished the 1934 novel The Riddle of the Traveling Skull. Keeler’s confessed fans include Neil Gaiman and Roger Ebert. Now we await a truly Keelerian film—a movie that somehow captures the erudite, juvenile, loquacious, gleefully unrealistic world of a Harry Stephen Keeler novel.

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writernomore · 4 years ago

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Wake. Prolouge.

Quick A/n: Hello there I am back from the dead, I have decided to put onhold my ongoing stories and made another one called wake the one you’re about to start reading. You can get early updates in my wattpad .

Vivian MacQuoih or what they preferred to be called; Vinnie was a college student studying their major subjects that will allow them to work in a job in their prescribed setting and capable for the best of their abilities.

They had to move countries all alone on their own to a different country to study in Winston college, so their brother or you could say their twin brother took care of the house and helped their parents if needed be.

They would also be keeping in contact with their family as to not distance themselves with their family just because they were in a different country studying.

Anyways, Vinnie worked a job that helped paying their appartment rent each month and sent some money to their family- even though their brother Johan or JD told them not to and just said they should use it to buy something for themselves like clothes or a little treat.

Thinking back now they stare down at the clothes they wore, a hoodie and shorts that they always wore when their in closed doors because it was like a safe haven from all things bad and anything that disrupted their peace.

They needed it to be honest, running around with a bunch of homework in hand and some cardboard cartolinas they had to stuff in their backpack to write down a report they wrote down and write it with black markers and cut excess paper from the pictures they printed yesterday.

They never really thought about not making a powerpoint and lived to regret it now since making a powerpoint was easier since it was basically copy and paste, do research and just paste in the important bits because noone has time to read it all and it was easier as well since it would all be in their laptop.

Reaching in to the popcorn bowl they looked back up to the T.V and continued watching their movie, it was the weekend and thankfully their brother had sent them the full dvd cds of the Harry Potter movies along with some of their favorite snacks that their brother had miraculously remembered and along with some pictures of him and their parents.

Vinnie put them on their wall clipped onto a string along with different pictures they brought from home or pictures their brother had sent to them thinking they would miss home very much.

They were watching the 3rd movie Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, they weren't able to focus on the movie properly because they kept on losing track and paused the movie first to rack their brain if their forgetting for something, silently they pulled their phone out and checked their notes if they had forgotten to do something, and it seemed they had forgotten to write an essay.

"My gut feeling is always there to help me thankfully." they said to themself in a quiet tone.

They stood up and brushed off anything from their shorts and went to go to their room to get their notebook and pen to start writing an essay, the essay was about Books about fantasies and Action and write down if their beneficial and why.

The teacher from their Homeroom subject was very curious on the books they read and asked what kind of books some of the students answered Adventure, Action and Fantasy.

And the Teacher decided to ask the class to make an essay about Fantasy and Action.

Vinnie was getting tired so they just decided to resume the 3rd movie tomorrow since it was the weekend and they didn't want to mess with their healthy sleep schedule even though it was a tempting offer when all they wanted to do was just watch Harry Potter all night and probably go back to tumblr and binge the fanfics in the Harry Potter x reader tag, they weren't much biased towards the characters and read fanfics with any character they could think of because it gave off such feelings they long craved for.

But if someone were to ask who their favorite really was they would answer with the name; Viktor Krum.

He was one of the really nice characters, He was seen as scary and intimidating towards his other peers but when he was Hermione during the Yule ball they would've melted if they were Hermione and it was just absolutely cute when he asked for Hermione to write to him!

He didn't love Hermione for her body, It was her smarts, kindness and beauty.

They really grew high standards because of fictional men but they didn't really need to find the perfect partner, they just wanted someone who they could love and someone who would accept them just as they are and love them as they are.

They longed for someone like that, someone who would understand.

They snapped back to reality and realized they just finished their essay, they scanned it twice before closing the notebook and returned the notebook and pen.

They went back to the livingroom and cleaned up their mess and popped out the Cd and place it back in it's case carefully.

They turned off the T.V and closed the light in their livingroom they walked to their room and plugged their phone into the charger before going to the bathroom they went to their closet and took out a white tank top and long blue pajama wear.

Going over to the bathroom they opened the lights and went to undress and brush their teeth.

They checked if their alarm was set to wake them up early in the morning in case they would forget again and stay in bed late.

They pulled back the covers and layed in bed trapping themself in a little warm cocoon underneath their comforters.

They always had a little trouble in sleeping so they just stared at the ceiling but since it's been a few minutes now and it's getting them nowhere they threw back the comforters and walked over to the livingroom to just continue watching the 3rd movie.

'Screw sleep then' they thought as they watched all the Triwizard contestants dive down in the water.

Ever since the first movies had released they longed to be like one of the characters and to be apart of all their adventures.

So Harry Potter was like a big part of their life that helped them through thick and thin dressing up as wizards with their friends and waving the wands Vinnie and their friends made on their own, begging their parents to get an owl thinking they'll get their letter soon from Hogwarts.

Their eyelids getting heavy they slowly lied down on the couch and fell asleep.

........

They opened their eyes and was in a black void, looking down it was like there was water on the floor but it didn't feel like it since there wasn't this wet feeling beneath their feet.

They started to walk around the void, they know well they won't be able to get anywhere but they tried anyways to see it would get them anywhere.

"Hello." They jumped in surprise and turned around to be face to face with...a boy?

"Uh...Hi?" "You aren't much of a talker hm?" The boy- nah Entity said smirking down at Vinnie.

The entity stood up straight to it's full height.

Damn...And they thought they were tall being 5'11 but they just encountered people the same age and height as them since they don't go out to much at crowded places.

They didn't like crowded places that much...

"Hey!" The entity snaps their fingers infront of Vinnie's face, shaking their head they stared back up to the entity infront of them.

Now that you think of it, the entity has long jet black hair tied into a loose braid and eyes red like rubies he wore a seemingly majestic like outfit, white fabric and lined with gold and a cape designed to replicate the galaxy to top it all off.

Vinnie took a step back look at the man more with furrowed eyebrows.

'Stranger danger' They thought to themselves and tried looking around "Don't worry I'm not here to hurt you." The entity says looking back at them they had their hands up in surrender and eyes closed.

Opening their eyes there was this aura that surrounded them as they stared at Vinnie's soul with such malice "Atleast....not yet.." The entity erupted in dark laughter as it sent chills to Vinnie's spine as they took another step back and wrapped their arms around themself as in to protect themself or atleast in a sense of comfort.

"Why...Why am I here then?" they said to the Entity.

The entity crossed their arms and put a hand to their chin as if pretending to be in thought then looked directly at Vinnie and said "I don't know what do you think...Vivian." Vinnie stilled and stared at the entity with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes "Don't call me that." they said with gritted teeth.

"Oh? Did I struck a nerve Vivian?" The entity once again started chuckling at their reaction.

"That name's dead." They glared at the entity.

"Hm...alright then.." The entity crossed their arms over their chest and sighed.

"Can we just cut to the chase?" Vinnie huffed and crossed their arms and looked away at the entity.

"Aren't you a snappy one." Entity chuckled.

The Entity snapped their fingers and they were floating on mid air, Vinnie made a surprised yelp and all the entity could do was chuckle and shake their head 'This one's going to be much more interesting than the others'.

The entity snapped their fingers again and Vinnie began falling, they screamed at them "Weird entity!" " It's Calcifer!" The entity just stared down as they fell with a horrified expression on their face, They looked down at Vinnie and smiled and waved at them.

As Vinnie was closing in with the hard ground....

They woke up.

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This is what he have for now!

So how’d you guys like the prolouge I am not very good in writing but I know some stuff with what I shouldn’t and should do.

Anyways, Calcifer is just a dick here.

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loserholland · 5 years ago

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𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝟏𝟎𝟏

𝟎𝟎𝟒 ➺ 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬

𝟎𝟎𝟏 ➺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝟎𝟎𝟐 ➺ 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞

𝟎𝟎𝟑 ➺ 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧

Pairing ➺ Fuckboy!Tom Holland x Reader

Warning ➺ kinda angsty, none really

Word Count ➺ 3,591

Summary ➺ A bet that was too hard to refuse.

A/N ➺ Sorry I’ve been so MIA! I was studying to get my permit and had a bad writers block ): also I’ll be working on one sided love and little cupid tomorrow!

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@iloveyou3000morgan @random-things-i-love

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→ 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝟏𝟎𝟏 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ← @writingstoriesaboutcharacters @rockinmarcel @luvborhap @kisses-holland @jessybellsworld @v-valz-n @laprvphette

☞ Masterlist ☜

“My love for you, wasn’t real”

All Tom could think about was the pain in her eyes, the moment he had said it wasn’t real. Those beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes that was once filled with so much love was now filled with hate and sadness. It’s funny how someone can go from loving you to hating you.

"You’re a div, you know that?” Harrison commented moving around Tom’s room to open the curtain’s he drew shut. Tom pulled his comforter over his face to hide from the sun’s rays, Harrison rolled his eyes in annoyance pulling the soft material off of Tom.

“You broke it off? Why? All because you’re worried about your position as President? How shallow have you gotten Tom? Vivian is now questioning if our relationship is a bet. You really fucked up Tom.”

Tom stared blankly at the ceiling, he knew he fucked up. Harry and Sam had been texting him all night, asking him why he did it without a second thought. Why he continued to go on with the bet when he knew he loved her, all because he wanted to be the one to run ZZB?

“Haz, leave please.” Tom mumbled weakly tugging the comforter over his head, he already knew how much he fucked up. He didn’t need to be reminded of it,

“Fine, but you really chose your pride and ego over a (Y/N). She really did love you div, and now you’ve lost it.”

“I fucking hate you and never wanna see you again!”

He didn’t need to be reminded. (Y/N) said it loud and clear.

Vivian had bought chocolates and ice cream, placing her laptop on (Y/N) bed so they could binge on sad rom-com’s. (Y/N) was gonna miss seeing Tom everday, usually Tom would wait outside her class then walk her to her next class. Or he’d bring her coffee in the morning, send her a good morning text and hope’s she has a wonderful day.

There was no more of that.

No more coffee, no more morning text. No more Tom.

It makes you think, did he really truly love her? I mean, he’d get her coffee and wait and walk her to her classes. He’d also send cute morning and night text. There was a part of her that missed that, I mean that’s what you do when you’re going through a break up.

Reminiscing all the memories.

“Do you think Harrison and I’s relationship is based of a bet?”

(Y/N) could hear the worry in her best friend’s voice. A few days after she had told Vivian her and Tom broke up because their relationship was just a bet, Vivian began to worry that Haz and her’s relationship was a bet as well.

Through (Y/N) eye’s, she could see how much Harrison loved and cared for her. He’s too sweet and kind to do bet’s, let alone try to break Vivian’s heart. If anything, it was more of Tom and Jake’s thing to do these stupid bets.

“Viv, god no. Honestly, Harrison loves you. He wouldn’t do that to you, I think he liked you too much to make you a bet. Also, he worked his ass off to get your attention, he wouldn’t hurt you like-”

Vivian placed her hand atop of (Y/N) giving it a small squeeze of reassurance, she didn’t need to say the name of the person who broke her heart.

“Let’s forget about this conversation and continue watching 13 going on 30.”

She hated to see her best friend this way, crying over a stupid boy who broke her heart. Just wait till she gave him a piece of her mind.

“Hold on!”

Haz shouted descending down the staircase to open the door, whoever was standing out there had been banging on the door for the past three minutes and no one decided to answer it?

“Alright settle do-Vivian?”

Vivian brushed pass her boyfriend and headed up the stairs, “Hey babe, let’s go get lunch. Let me talk to your bff really quick.” Haz shut the door watching as his girlfriend turned the corner, his eyes widened realizing what she was about to do.

“Oh-Viv! Wait!”

Vivian swung Tom’s door open, everything was a mess. Beer bottles along with a variety of chips were spread out on the floor, the blinds were drawn shut and Tom was hiding beneath his comforter.

Haz stopped in Tom’s doorway, watching Tom sit upright against his headboard. His girlfriend stood beside his bed with her arms crossed across her chest, was it a bad time to admit she looked hot when she was anger? Yeah, bad timing very bad.

“Viv-lovely-”

She turned around pointing her index finger at her boyfriend of one year, “Harrison, go get ready. In the mean time leave Thomas and I alone, I just want to chat.” Tom waved off Harrison who slowly backed away from the door and heading towards his room.

“You’ve got some nerve Holland-”

Vivian started off, she felt absolutely livid.

“-was there any part of you that actually loved (Y/N)? If you really did have any feelings for (Y/N) if you really did love her. You would have chosen her, even if that meant losing your position..”

Tom stared blankly at his lap, allowing what Vivian had to say to slowly sink in.

“but that’s the thing with men, no boys like you. Boys like you don’t grow up, all they care about is themselves and how many girls they can get in bed with them. First you find your victim, second you give her this ‘reassurance’ that she’s the only one. And then, when she develops feelings and is in too deep, that’s when you take their hearts and crush it. That’s what’s wrong with boys like you, they only care for themselves. If you did love (Y/N), you would’ve stepped down from your position and choose her. You wouldn’t have continued the bet, because you knew what would’ve happened. From my guess, it’s everything you thought would happen.”

Vivian began to walk away when she caught a glimpse of Harrison from the corner of her eye.

“I hope you find it in yourself to change for the better Thomas. Grow up and out of this little act of your’s, it’s not good for you.”

(Y/N) was offered an amazing life time opportunity to spend a semester in Paris, she had a three weeks to decide if she wanted to go or not. The letter had came in before she had gone to London with Tom, and this week was the last week to summit an answer.

Her professeur had encouraged her to do it, she said “It’s a great once and a life-time opportunity, you’ll learn so much.” I mean, she wasn’t wrong. It’ll just be one semester and she’ll be back for the second half after winter break.

So she took it, and now she was packed and ready to explore the beautiful city of Paris. Vivian had dropped her off and promised to visit during thanksgiving break. She had also requested to send lot’s of pictures and wished (Y/N) the best of luck to find a french guy.

That’s what best friends are for.

Something she wished happened was, Tom came running into the airport and confessed his love for her. But her life wasn’t a rom-com and that would totally not happen. It was good to wish though.

2 months later

School was back in session, now day’s Tom hung his head low trying not to draw any attention to himself. He would take the route to class where he’d usually pass (Y/N), he began to notice how she wasn’t walking the same route. Of course she walked a different route, she didn’t want to see him.

There were nights when he’d lay awake and wonder how (Y/N) was doing. Nights where he’d stare at his phone and ponder if he should text her or call her. Nights when he’d scroll through his camera-roll of pictures he and (Y/N) took, or picture’s he’d take when (Y/N) was studying.

Tom knocked lightly on (Y/N) dorm, god she wouldn’t want to see him. If anything she’d slam the door on his face, the sound of the door creaking open caused Tom to quickly turn the other direction and walk away.

He missed her, more than words could explain.

Vivian stuck her head out the hallway and noticed Tom walking away at a fast pace, “Holland! You don’t get to knock and dash!” he stood in his place cursing to himself for not being fast enough, turning on his heels he walked back over to the dorm.

“Hey Vivian, is um (Y/N) here?”

She rose her brows in confusion, “She hasn’t been here for the past two months.” did he not know? I mean she did tell Harrison and expected him to tell Tom because they’re best friends, why wouldn’t Harrison tell him?

“W-what do you mean?” Tom asked in confusion, did she go back home to take some time off?

“Harrison didn’t tell you? Jesus, I want to slap him sometimes. (Y/N) is in Paris right now, she was offered to take a semester there.”

Paris, France

That was one number one on her bucket list, visit the city of love. Not only did she visit the city of love, she’ll be there for a semester. There were nights when the two would just talk, and go on about places they’d love to visit. Paris was one of the places (Y/N) would go on and on about.

“It’s amazing, the architecture is beyond magnificent. Also their history, I could go on and on about that.” (Y/N) spoke her head resting against Tom’s chest as her fingers traced random shapes on his abdomen.

Times like this, he’d space out and watch her in awe as she spoke passionately he loved the way she scrunched her nose when she spoke ever now and then or the twinkle in her eyes and she dreamt of what she’d do.

“She um, left this envelope with your name on it. I think she knew one day you’d come by.”

Dear Thomas,

I guess if you’re reading this, you came by my dorm. Maybe you were asking for me, or maybe you were asking for your hoodies back. If you’re here because of the second option, I folded all your hoodies neatly and placed them in a bag. You can ask Vivian for them. If you came here because of option one, well I’m in Paris. The city that I wished and hoped to visit, with you. Before I left, I decided to write this because no matter how much pain and sadness you’ve caused. I still love you. I hate that, I hate that I still love you even though your love for me wasn’t real. I’m a real idiot for that, I’m an idiot for even writing this letter. But they said if you write out of you feel, it’ll make you feel a lot better. God I hope that’s true. I just miss you Thomas, I miss walking to class with you, you bringing me coffee and helping me study. I miss laying next to you. I hope, that you’ll change and be the Thomas I saw everyday, the Thomas who loves and cares for his family, please don’t be the Thomas who put’s up this act to cause other’s to fear him. Please don’t be the Thomas who thought a bet wouldn’t hurt his relationship. You have so much potential, you know you can do much better that President of ZZB. We both know that. Thomas, I hope one day you’ll let yourself feel for once, to allow yourself to get hurt. To tear down that stupid wall that hides what I saw everyday. Maybe someone time in the future, I’ll be ready to talk to you. But for now, I just hope that, maybe if you do find someone else, love the person genuinely.

(Y/N)

P.S,

If you plan to come any time sooner, you’ll know where to find me.

(Y/N) sat there, looking over the letter. She had spent hours contemplating if she should just crumple it up and throw it into the trash or just place it in the envelope written with Tom’s name.

She had chosen option two, hoping and praying she made the right choice. She stared at the bag with Tom’s neatly folded hoodies, she wanted to keep one. To wear and have him close to her. So she did, she kept the hoodie he wore the first night they met.

The night that changed everything.

If she didn’t go to the party with Vivian, maybe she wouldn’t have met him.

If he didn’t take her out to coffee, maybe they wouldn’t have gotten closer to one another.

If he didn’t accept the bet, then maybe he would’ve lost his position

If, if Tom came clean about the bet, way before it even ended. Maybe they’d still be together.

Maybe.

“You have so much potential, you know you can do much better that president of ZZB. We both know that.”

The words echoed in his head, maybe it was time. Time to step down from what he thought he enjoyed and loved, partying and being the king of NYU. He had spent the night thinking about if this was a good choice, the right choice.

The right choice could’ve been done months ago, when he knew he actually loved her. Right then and there would’ve called off the bet and wouldn’t give two shit’s about being President. Instead of trying to fix the past, fix your present so it won’t repeat in the future.

"Bonjour, puis-je avoir du café glacé et un croissant s'il vous plaît?” (Y/N) closed the cafe menu handing it to the waiter who wrote down her order. Oh Paris, it was truly beautiful except for the smell of cigarettes that filled the air. She enjoyed going to different café’s everyday and spending most of her afternoon there.

It was already one o’clock in Paris and seven in the morning New York time. This was usually the time Vivian was waking up for her eight o’clock class, and the usual time they’d just talk about how their day was yesterday.

“Morning, what do you have planned for today?” (Y/N) questioned taking a sip of her ice coffee humming lightly at how sweet her drink was, she could hear Vivian rummaging around for something in the background.

“Class, then a date with Harrison later. Also Tom stepped down as president of ZZB.”

(Y/N) felt her heart drop to the bottom of her stomach, “Why?” all she could think about is what she wrote in the letter, about how he can do much better than president.

“I've been waiting to tell you, he came by last week. I guess, whatever was in the letter, helped him.” Vivian spoke as she searched her drawers.

"Did he come back? For his hoodies?” she fiddled with the small spoon she had placed in her coffee twirling it around watching as it created a little whirlpool.

Maybe he didn’t care for those hoodies.

“Uh no, the last I saw him was when I gave him the envelope. Harrison said, he needed to take some time off. I think he went to visit his family. But I’ll text you later, I’m gonna grab something to eat then head to class. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

(Y/N) ended the call sighing to herself as she stared at her home screen, she still hadn’t changed it nor did she really plan too. At least she didn’t plan to change it soon, it was a picture of Tom sleeping. The morning after celebrating their sixth month anniversary, his curls fell atop his forehead with his mouth slightly agape.

As much as she wanted to delete their pictures, she found herself canceling the photos she selected to delete.

There were nights where she’d lay in bed and stare at his contact, unsure if she should call him. Nights where she’d type out a message and her thumb would hover over the little arrow, only to delete the message.

She gathered her belongs and left a some cash to cover her bill before off to start the rest of her day.

"She’s always at this cafe La Fontaine de Mars, oh forgive my french. No? No laugh? Anyways, I’m not too sure where her airbnb is, I just know it’s near the Cham-Cham-” Vivian began to snap her fingers trying to pronounce it as best as she could.

“Champ Elysees.”

Vivian glared at Harrison scoffing at how he just cut her off, “Do you want to explain it?” Harrison shook his head no pressing his lips into a thin line allowing his girlfriend to continue.

“Well, what Harrison said. So once we land, we’ll check into the hotel and then you’ll go look for (Y/N).”

At the time (Y/N) had called they were getting ready to go to the airport, their flight was at 9:15 and they’d land the next day at 9:30. Hence the reason why she was causing such a ruckus, she was looking for her passport.

“You guys didn’t have to come.” Tom mumbled handing the worker his ticket and passport as Vivian scoffed lightly behind him.

“Over my dead body Holland, just because I’m helping you doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

Tom had originally planned to go by himself but, Vivian had forced herself and Harrison onto the trip saying she missed her best friend and the only way he’d go alone to Paris if pigs started flying.

“This is gonna be a long 18 hours.” Harrison mumbled following his best friend and girlfriend through the tunnel.

(Y/N) sat on the balcony to her airbnb it was eleven o’clock and she planned on heading to the café in two hours. The reason why she’s always at the café at one, is because her body and mind is still on New York time. Hence the reason why she always get’s iced coffee, not that it’s not normal to have coffee anytime of the day.

She was glad that she took this opportunity, being able to study abroad for a semester. A paid trip to study abroad, all expenses paid for and taken care of. Yet, she missed New York. Paris was always a dream city to visit but, she missed her friends. She missed Tom.

The only reason why (Y/N) accepted to go was because she thought, she could move on from Tom and spending time away maybe that’ll change how she felt about him.

Yup, that’s not working.

She got up from her seat and headed back in to get ready for the rest of her day.

Little did she know, just about an hour ago her best friend had landed in Paris along with the person she couldn’t get off her mind.

“Here’s the game plan boys, the hotel is within walking distance of the café. While Harrison and I are out attempting to sight see, Tom will go and find (Y/N). Got it?”

The boys looked between one another shrugging at whatever Vivian had said, “Got it.” Vivian nodded at the two before excusing herself to get changed out of her airport outfit suggesting the boys do the same, especially Tom if he wanted (Y/N) to talk to him.

He felt beyond nervous, he hadn’t seen or spoken to her in almost two months. Just because she said if you plan to come anytime sooner, you’ll know where to find me, doesn’t mean she’d want to talk.

Before he knew it, Tom found himself walking to the café.

(Y/N) sat at her usual table scrolling through her phone to call Vivian, she waited for her to answer listening to the line ring for a few seconds before going to voicemail.

“Odd, maybe she’s sleeping in.” (Y/N) thought as she ended the call opening messages to leave her a good morning text and asking her to call her later.

It was a beautiful sunny day in Paris, light chatter moved up and down the street along with cars and mopeds. Tom stood a few feet away from the cafe, he could seen the girl he flew 3,625 miles to see. She looked as beautiful as ever, even beautiful since the last time he had seen her.

“This is now or never, you can only fix the present. Not the past.” Tom thought as he began to walk closer to the café, (Y/N) attention was on her phone her head hanged low and she mindlessly scrolled through instagram.

She pressed on Vivian’s story to see she took a picture of her and Harrison standing in front of the eiffel tower in confusion, “Her photoshopping skills are getting better or she was actually here.” (Y/N) thought to herself noticing the photo was taken about ten minutes ago.

“Hi.”

A voice said, an all to familiar voice.

(Y/N) lifted her head to see Tom was standing in front of her, maybe this was a dream. A really vivid crazy dream, he couldn’t have been here, neither could Vivian and Harrison.

She pinched her exposed skin in hopes that she’d wake up, yet all she got was a little sharp pain to her wrist. This was real, he actually read the letter. Tom was in the flesh, standing right in front of her.

“Hi.” (Y/N) responded with a small smile.

Maybe, everything was meant to be this way.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #fuckboy!tom #loserholland

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herwitchinesss · 7 years ago

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annual list of books i have read this year

(i’m already doing my favorite reads of the year in instagram posts, so look out for those instead of my usual bold = favorite that i do; if you want to know about a specific book or if i have it available to lend out on eBook or give to you via Audible, send me a message! xo)

1) Mrs. Zant and the Ghost by Wilkie Collins 2) Dreamer’s Pool by Juliet Marillier 3) DC Bombshells Vol 3 by Marguerite Bennett 4) The Bucolic Plague: How Two Manhattanites Became Gentlemen Farmers: An Unconventional Memoir by Josh Kilmer-Purcell 5) The Couple Next Door by Shari Lapena 6) Ascension by Jacqueline Koyanagi 7) The Devourers by Indra Das 8) A Good Idea by Cristina Moracho 9) The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski 10) The Baker’s Secret by Stephen P. Kiernan 11) Another Brooklyn by Jacqueline Woodson 12) A Word For Love by Emily Robbins 13) The Strange Case of the Alchemists Daughter by Theodora Gross 14) Ahsoka by EK Johnston 15) Gwenpool Vol 2 by Christopher Hastings 16) Spell On Wheels by Kate Leth 17) Hi-Fi Fight Club by Carly Usdin 18) Beauty Vol 1 by Jeremy Haun 19) American Housewife, stories by Helen Ellis 20) 10 Things I Can See From Here by Carrie Mac 21) Imprudence by Gail Carriger 22) The Authentics by Abdi Nazemian 23) Norse Mythology by Neil Gaiman 24) Delicate Monsters by Stephanie Kuehn 25) The Nest by Cynthia D’Aprix Sweeney 26) Miles Morales: Spider-Man by Jason Reynolds 27) The Virgin Cure by Ami McKay 28) My Best Friend’s Exorcism by Grady Hendrix 29) Crash Override by Zoe Quinn 30) Forest of Memory by Mary Robinette Kowal 31) Belle: The Slave Daughter & the Lord Chief Justice by Paula Byrne 32) Invincible Summer by Alice Adams 33) Leia, Princess of Alderaan by Claudia Gray 34) The Trap by Melanie Raabe 35) The End of Everything by Megan Abbott 36) A Study in Scarlet Women by Sherry Thomas 37) Harry Potter & the Prisoner of Azkaban by JK Rowling (re-read) 38) The Girls by Emma Cline 39) I Am Princess X by Cherie Priest 40) The Likeness by Tana French 41) Broken Homes by Ben Aaronovitch 42) A Spool of Blue Thread by Anne Tyler 43) The Women in the Castle by Jessica Shattuck 44) Whispers Under Ground by Ben Aaronovitch 45) Inferior: How Science Got Women Wrong---- and the New Research that’s Rewriting the Story by Angela Saini 46) In the Woods by Tana French 47) The Mothers by Brit Bennett 48) Moon Over Soho by Ben Aaronovitch 49) Ghost Talkers by Mary Robinette Kowal 50) The World Is Bigger Now by Euna Lee 51) Hope In the Dark: Untold Histories, Wild Possibilities by Rebecca Solnit 52) Midnight Riot by Ben Aaronovitch 53) The Psychopath Inside by James Fallon 54) Lillian Boxfish Takes a Walk by Kathleen Rooney 55) iZombie vol 1 by Chris Roberson 56) The End of the Affair by Graham Greene 57) The Book of Joan by Lidia Yuknavitch 58) Mercury by Margot Livesey 59) The Witches of New York by Ami McKay 60) The Girl At Midnight by Melissa Grey 61) Swimming Lessons by Claire Fuller 62) Caraval by Stephanie Garber 63) Archivist Wasp by Nicole Kornher-Stace 64) Night of Cake & Puppets by Laini Taylor 65) The World According to Star Wars by Cass R Sunstein 66) Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero 67) The Sleeper & the Spindle by Neil Gaiman 68) Highly Illogical Behavior by John Corey Whaley 69) The Runaways by Brian K Vaughan 70) Monstress Vol 1 by Marjorie M Liu 71) Beautiful Broken Girls by Kim Savage 72) November 9 by Colleen Hoover 73) The People We Hate At the Wedding by Grant Ginder 74) How Emotions Are Made: The Secret Life of the Brain by Lisa Feldman Barrett 75) Mosquitoland by David Arnold 76) Luckiest Girl Alive by Jessica Knoll 77) The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice & Virtue by Mackenzi Lee 78) Ashes to Ashes by Jenny Han & Siobhan Vivian 79) Fire with Fire by Jenny Han & Siobhan Vivian 80) Burn for Burn by Jenny Han & Siobhan Vivian 81) Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell 82) Hag-Seed by Margaret Atwood 83) The Most Dangerous Place on Earth by Lindsey Lee Johnson 84) How To Hang a Witch by Adriana Mather 85) The Lovely Reckless by Kami Garcia 86) You’re Never Weird On the Internet (Almost) by Felicia Day 87) One of Us Is Lying by Karen M. 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🌼like it’s the only thing I’ll ever do🌼 part 5 (dadrry)

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word count: 3.2k

warnings/tags: harry x reader, dadrry, fluff

(a/n: you guys voted, so the baby name is revealed: Vivian/Vivy)

You happened to be waking up when you heard the noise through the baby monitor. The baby was whining and babbling to herself in her crib, waiting for someone to tend to her. You turned off the monitor so it wouldn’t wake up Harry before you left to go get her.

When you opened her door and flicked on the light, she pulled herself up and started giggling, excited to see you. She was still a bit wobbly, but she was getting better at trying to stand.

“Good morning, Vivy.” You said with a laugh as you scooped her up. “I should’ve known you weren’t gonna let me and Dada sleep in.”

“Da da!” She squealed, snapping her head around looking for him.

You tickled her side. “We’ll go see Dada in a minute.”

She continued to mumble little sounds to you as you changed her diaper and let her pick a stuffed animal to carry to the bedroom. She grabbed a small pink bunny, one of her favorite ones, and held it by the bow around its neck.

Once you were done, you made your way back to the bedroom. Harry was still asleep, his arms tucked by his sides as he laid on his stomach. He had shifted since you left, probably noticing you weren’t there anymore.

“Da da.”

“Shh, let Dada sleep a bit longer, baby.” You sat her on the bed so you could pull your shirt over your head.

It was easier to completely take it off, especially when you were comfortable and in the privacy of your bedroom. When you picked her up again, she let out a squeal and a few giggles, which made you grin at her.

“Mommy’s pretty girl, yeah? You’re such a cutie.”

She smiled back, but soon settled on your lap as she realized she was getting hungry. You let her latch on whenever she was ready. The older she got, the easier it was for her to do this more on her own, but it was also harder for you to handle the pain. She was cutting another tooth, so it hurt occasionally. She definitely got comfortable as she nursed, which made you slightly hopeful that she’d fall back to sleep.

After twenty minutes, she decided she was done. You slipped your shirt back on and sat her on the bed between you and Harry. At first, she was occupied with her bunny, not really paying him any attention. The moment he let out a grunt, her head lifted and her eyes went straight to him.

“Da da da.” She waited a moment, then whined because he didn’t answer. “Da da.”

“Give Dada some pats, like this.” You said as you reached over and pulled the blankets back, gently patting your hand against his shoulder blade.

She gave you a curious look then proceeded to copy you, but with a bit more force. The sound of her hand smacking his skin made you laugh.

“Do it soft, baby girl. Don’t hurt Dada.” You demonstrated again.

“Ma ma ma.” She softly spoke as you took your hand away and allowed her to try again. She did it only slightly softer, and this time he groaned.

“Da da da!” She squealed, quickly grabbing onto his back with both hands, and every nail digging into his skin.

You couldn’t resist laughing as she started slapping him with both hands, chanting his name over and over in between her giggles. You got a video of her doing it, just so you could show him later. It was always so adorable to watch her interact with him, and this was making your heart flutter. She squeaked as he opened his eyes and shifted his head.

“Vivy.” His voice was scratchy, but she definitely knew he was awake now.

“Da da da.”

He chuckled and brought his arm from his side to put it around her. She had been sitting on her knees, so when she fell forward onto his head you both started laughing.

“G’morning, baby. You’re a little ray of sunshine this morning, hm?” He said as she started climbing onto his back, one hand tugging his hair for support.

“She’s been happy since she woke up, Dada.”

He smiled as he finally got a chance to see you. “Vivy.. can I get up, baby?”

“Da da da da!” She started patting his back again, well her version of patting.

“That means no.” You said in a whisper, making him playfully roll his eyes.

“You girls make all the rules, yeah?”

“Someone has to keep you in line.”

“Da da!” Vivian suddenly shrieked, making Harry flinch and you laugh.

“C’mere, babe.” Harry tried to look over his shoulder at her. “I wanna give you some cuddles.”

“Ma ma!”

Harry laughed. “Telling on me, hm?”

“Ma ma ma ma.” She continued.

“Someone’s going to be in trouble.” You gave him a nudge as you laid down, leaving a space for the baby whenever she decided to get down.

“Please go easy on me, m’already getting beat up.”

“Vivy, give Dada a break.” You smiled as she looked your way.

She was grinning like crazy still, very pleased by the fact her parents were with her and paying her some attention. Harry looked back at her, calling her name to get her attention. She leaned towards him, pressing her forehead against his ear. He chuckled and tried his best to reach for her without knocking her over.

“C’mon, baby girl.” He said with a smile as she squealed straight into his ear, making it ring for a moment. “Come cuddle with Dada.”

“Da da!” She happily shrieked back.

It didn’t take any more begging. Harry rolled over the moment she climbed onto the mattress between you two and, of course, nuzzled her way into his arms, right against his chest like she liked. You were always so in awe at the way they acted together - how special he was for her and how much he adored her. You decided you’d give them some space, besides you had some alone time with her earlier anyways. It was his turn. His eyes shifted to you as you pushed yourself up on your hand, your lips finding his quickly. He grunted, furrowing his brows while you pressed a few pecks against the baby’s head.

“Where y’goin’?” His voice was still scratchy from his slumber, which made your heart flutter. The simplest things drove you insane sometimes.

“M’gonna take a bath. Wan’ you to have some baby time.”

Harry sighed, reaching for your hand. “Babe, you don’t have to go. We can love on our little bug together, y’know?”

You licked your lips and smiled, shaking your head slightly. “She’ll be perfectly happy with just getting some love from Dada.”

“Da da da.” The baby repeated his name, her face was now mushed in the crook of Harry’s neck. She wanted to be as close as possible.

“I guess you deserve a nice bath, hm?” He pursed his lips for a moment, then let a smile shape to them. “Enjoy your alone time, darling. We’ll be waiting for you.”

“I know.” You squeezed his hand while your lips met his once again, just for a few seconds. “Don’t steal all her cuddles.”

Harry pinched your wrist before letting you slip away from him. “I’ll save you some.”

To Harry’s surprise, the baby was completely fine with you leaving her alone with him. She’s slowly starting to overcome some of her anxiety. You believe that she if she feels safe and comfortable, then she won’t freak out as much or at all really. And now right, she couldn’t get more comfortable.

She was laying on Harry’s chest, her small fingers toying with the chain around his neck. He always worried the pendant would come off and she’d try to put it in her mouth, but he knew right now she was safe. She was just occupying her attention by pinching it and rubbing the chain against her skin. It was a comforting thing that she did often. He never minded. It kept her happy and that was all that mattered to him.

“Vivy.” Harry mumbled her nickname quietly as she let out a few soft whines. He was concerned because she had been so quiet for the past fifteen minutes. “Baby doll.”

She gently moved her head, which he took as a sign of having her attention. She didn’t seem very active anymore, which was bothering him. Maybe she just wanted to relax and rest. He hoped nothing was wrong, he couldn’t possibly handle that right now.

“Da da da.” She spoke back, her small hand slapping down on Harry’s chest.

He chuckled and gave her sides a tickle. She squealed, struggling to sit up on his chest. He helped her and kept a hold on her waist once she was up. She reached for the necklace again, this time pulling the chain up with her.

“Do you miss Mama?” He asked softly, not sure if you could hear him or not from the bathroom across the room. She looked up at him, eyes widening at the mention of your name. He smiled sweetly to her. “Yeah? Bet you do, hm?”

“Da da da.. Ma ma.. ba ba.” She kept on babbling, saying a few things he recognized but mostly it was just noises.

He couldn’t help but laugh at how cute and confident her words were, even if they were hardly words. She let go of his chain and slid off his chest, which made him roll back over to keep a hold of her. The last thing she needed to do was tumble off the side of the bed and hurt herself.

“Mama’s taking a bath, baby girl. She’ll be back in a bit.”

“Ba ba!” She suddenly said as she grabbed the stuffed bunny off the bed.

Harry watched in amazement as she rubbed her hand over the texture of the fur, almost as if she was petting it. The bunny was one of her favorite stuffed toys. Lately, she has been gravitating towards it more than usual. Harry figured it was because it was cute and soft.

“Mooo!” She threw her arms up, the bunny flying from her loose grip.

Harry chuckled and reached for the toy, it had went a bit far out of her reach. “Baby, m’afraid bunnies don’t say moo.”

“Moo! Moo.. moo, Da da.” She said back, very sure of her words.

“If you say so, baby cakes. Moo moo.” Harry made the bunny do a little dance, which made her giggle and reach for it. She tried copying him, which was just adorable to witness. “Speaking of cake.. my angel’s birthday is coming up, hm?”

She was now fully focused on shaking the bunny around, imitating the actions he was doing. It was cute to watch her make the toy dance and soft, quiet “moo’s” come from her mouth as she watched it move around in the air. She hit it against the bed a few times, giggling as she babbled nonsense sounds.

“You’re going to be the cutest one year old in the world. We’re getting you the prettiest cake, baby girl. All pink and sparkly for Dada’s princess.”

Vivian’s eyes lifted and she grinned, letting out a shriek that made her shoulders lift and her nose scrunch. Harry pressed his hand against her back as she began rocking from excitement. He wasn’t sure what specific word made her so happy, but he figured it was princess. Even though he knew she probably didn’t care what the word actually meant, she knew that her daddy called her that a lot. He figured it was one of her favorites.

“Yeah?” He nodded. “So excited for your party? I bet you’re gonna get all the presents in the world.”

“Da da.” She said as if she was trying to get his attention - little did she know, she already had that. “Da da da.”

He lifted his brows and smiled as she extended her arm, the bunny in her hand. He wasn’t sure if he needed to take it, but when she dropped it in front of him, he figured that’s what she wanted. He picked it up and sat it against his chest, making her giggle and fall forward on her arms.

“Da da!”

“Is this my bunny now?” He asked with a tone of shock in his voice. “Can’t believe you gave me your favorite bunny!”

“Da da!” She replied just as excitedly as before.

“Aw, my sweet baby.�� He cooed as she crawled the very short distance to him and put her arm around his neck. Her face smushed against his, making him chuckle and put a tighter grip on her. “Dada’s got the cutest little bug, doesn’t he? My pretty girl. Love you so much, princess.”

“Da da da.” She pressed her open mouth to his cheek, slobber covering his skin instantly. Her version of a kiss was always so cute, even though it was messy.

“Thank you for the kissy, baby girl. Dada loves you the mostest.” He rubbed his nose against her cheek, making her squeal from the ticklish feeling.

Once she calmed down, he noticed that she was acting tired again. He lifted her above his head, making her grin and stick her tongue out. A bit of drool was pooling in the corner of her mouth, and he quickly put her down before it dripped onto him. She let out a little whine, but he could tell it wasn’t because of any distress. She was comfortable back on his chest, his arms holding her tight.

“Go back to sleep, angel baby. Dada won’t let you go.”

You took a very long bath, mostly because you wanted Harry to have time with the baby - but also because your bones were aching and you wanted to relax in the burning hot water. You dried off and wrapped the towel around your body before leaving the bathroom. You were greeted by a sleepy smile from Harry and a quiet mutter of your name from the baby, who was still laid on Harry’s chest.

“Going back to bed?” You asked while walking over to them.

Harry sighed. “Thought she would.. but she kept whispering for her Mama.”

“Whispering?” You lifted a brow, somewhat smiling back at him.

He patted her back gently. “Mhm. She was quiet for a bit, but once she started she didn’t really stop.”

“My poor baby.” You pouted to her, but she didn’t try to sit up. She seemed tired still, which was worrying you slightly because you thought she had slept good.

“She may be hungry. I asked if she wanted a ba-ba but she just said Mama back.”

Harry sat up with a groan, placing the baby on his lap. Her head fell against him, her hand gripping the skin over his stomach. It hurt a little, but he wouldn’t’ dare make her stop.

“I’ll nurse her in just a second.”

You walked over to the closet to grab something to put on, but as soon as you disappeared beyond the door, the baby started whining.

“Baby, hold on. Mama’s coming back.” Harry told her with a gentle sigh. “She’s gonna give you somethin’ to eat, promise.”

You could hear them both from the closet, but you didn’t try to rush back in there. You knew that the baby needed to learn how to cope with you not always being around her, and same with Harry not being there. She’s gotten a bit better, but she’s still learning. Harry kept a hand on her back, slowly rubbing in circles to soothe her, as he waited for you to return.

“See, there Mama is. Told you she was coming.” Harry said with a smile as you walked back into the room, now wearing a pair of cotton shorts. The t-shirt you planned to put on was hanging from your fingertips.

“Was she a good baby while I was gone, Dada?” You asked as you joined them on the bed, laying the shirt beside you to put on once you were done.

He chuckled while you scooped her from his lap. “She was a bit playful with me, yeah. Got sleepy though.”

“Sleepy? Hm, you don’t need to sleep til your nap later on, baby love.” You told her as you adjusted her in your arm and leaned against the headboard to relax your spine.

Harry watched as she latched onto your breast and curled her arm against her own chest. He wondered if she wanted to hold onto something, so he quickly grabbed the bunny she had given him earlier. You were about to question what he was doing, but he lifted her arm and laid the bunny down before you could get the words out.

“The world’s best Dada.” You whispered as his eyes caught yours.

He shook his head, grinning back. “She’s got the world’s best Mama, too.”

You hummed as he joined you against the headboard, his arm sliding around your back. His fingertips gently rubbed against your hip, which made your heart skip a beat. You missed him a lot in that way, missed the intimacy. It hadn’t been forever, just a few long days, since you last got to spend time with him alone. You thought maybe you could mention it today and he would do his best to make it happen. With the baby becoming very needy and his work on new music piling up, it was hard to find the time. You held out hope, he always came through for you.

A few minutes ticked by, and the thought was bugging you now. You swallowed gently and looked over at him. He had his phone in his hand, mindlessly scrolling on it as he waited for the baby to be done so you could officially start the day together. You licked your lips and glanced down at his legs. You missed the way it felt to have him resting his body on top of yours.

“Harry.” You mumbled, much quieter than you wanted to.

He hummed back, his eyes still on the screen. You looked back at the side of his face, admiring how handsome he was, even his profile. You felt a tug in your stomach, but you tried to ignore it. You were nervous, even though there was no reason to be.

“I think.. we should have some.. Mommy-Daddy time later.”

He clicked the button on the phone to lock it and dropped it on the bed. His head turned and his eyes met yours immediately. It happened so fast that you didn’t have time to look away. A thick layer of blush rose to your cheeks. You watched him lick his lips and gently bite on his cheek as he stared at you.

“Yeah?” He smirked softly. “I do miss you a lot.. been a few days.”

“Do you want to?”

He smacked his lips. “Of course!”

His eagerness made you laugh. You looked away from him and down to the baby, who was satisfied with her current arrangement. Harry gripped your waist, leaning into you so his lips could press against your jaw.

“Gonna love you on so good, babe.”

(a/n: someone requested some morning time dadrry content, so hope u enjoy! It’s a bit short, but I love this pairing + baby so don’t worry! More to come x)

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