#harry x laila
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G'day possum,
PS. @munstysmind sent me this ... no idea why 🤣🤣😜 so if these start anything, it's her fault 🤣🤣🤣
@aussieez 🤣🤣 she sent me the top I sent her the bottom one that I used in a text scene between Harry and Laila in Always the Bridesmaid 💜🤣🤣
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Out of script
Florence Pugh x Reader
Summary: You and Florence worked together as good friends until a change in the script also ended up changing your relationship.
Requested by @hiiiiitsmeeee: Hey! I would love to request something with Florence Pugh, maybe a soft moment on the set of don’t worry darling ✨
A/N: Lovely idea, I think I like how this turned out. If anything feels rushed is because I don't know enough about the movie to elaborate on it <3. Implied smut by the end.
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The morning sun was warm against your skin as you walked back to the set. On your hands, you balanced two cups -one with coffee, the other with tea- and a small paper bag with fresh donuts.
"Hey Harry, good morning." You smiled at your friend and current coworker as you passed by him exiting his trailer, he smiled back with a knowing look in his eyes.
The set was buzzing, as usual, people walking back and forth with all types of cameras and papers in hand as another day of work came to a start. Laila shot you an annoyed look and tapped a fake watch on her wrist when you walked past her, you grimaced apologetically, knowing very well you were already late for hair and makeup. You didn't walk faster only for fear of spilling your drinks.
An easy smile came to you when the trailer with the name 'Florence' taped on the door came into view. You were in the middle of trying to hold both cups in one hand when a pair of arms closed around your waist; making you yelp in surprise and almost drop everything.
Soft lips pecked the skin under your ear right after, raising goosebumps behind your neck. "Morning Y/N."
The warmth that came to your cheeks was expected. "You're gonna make me drop your tea one day and I won't go buy another, you know."
Florence laughed, and your smile was quick to join her own. She rounded your body with her hand gently resting on your waist, now standing in front of you. "Sorry love, I couldn't resist."
You adored her, part of you wanted the comments that were whispered between coworkers about you two to be true. You handed her the tea with a raised eyebrow.
"Thank you though, you're such an angel." She hummed appreciatively, sipping on her tea with closed eyes. You noted that she was already in her costume for the day, a light blue dress that suited her well, and hair half up, framing her face lovingly.
You knew who she was before the filming started, knowing her in person though, was a whole different story. She had you hooked within the first month.
"Earth to Y/N." Florence chuckled, her eyes glistened under the sunlight and her nose scrunched adorably. "There you are, Laila was asking about you, I think you should go see her."
You cursed yourself for zoning out on her. Your gaze moved to your hands, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Yeah, I know. I saw her on the way here." You opened the bag of donuts you were still holding, putting one between your teeth and handing the other to Florence with a wink. She licked her lips as you turned around, you could swear her cheeks turned rosy.
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"That was amazing guys, we'll take fifteen and then redo a couple of details." The director called out to everyone, walking behind one of the big cameras and discussing the recent shots.
You took off your coat, grabbed a bottle of water for yourself, and sat down on the hood of a vintage car. The sun was shining above the small road, making the green of the perfectly cut plants much more vivid, and giving the scenes a gorgeous natural light. Leaning back in the car, you received a warning glare from Jack. You gave him a thumbs up with a smirk. You had a knack for messing up props, unintentionally, of course.
"Tired?" Florence walked up to you, her hand on her forehead to block the sun. She sat beside you on the hood, hands playing with the fabric of her dress. You could see Jack rolling his eyes in the background.
"A little, yeah. The sun wears you down much quicker." You straightened up to be eye level with her, squinting your eyes to make out her face. Despite the warm sun, there was a gentle breeze flowing. To some, this was considered the perfect weather.
There was chatting around you, something about a last-minute change of script that could add a little more spice to the movie. The director seemed excited about the idea. The conversation was tuned out for you though, your focus was completely on the woman in front of you. The sun made her hair shine in golden tones, and her eyes turn a bright shade of green to rival the color of the plants. She pursed her lips in a timid smile under your gaze, and your heart fluttered in your chest.
You didn't register Florence raising her hand, only felt her touch lightly grazing your cheek as she fixed your hair. Her fingers lingered on your jaw, she gave you a cheeky grin. "The wind messed it up a bit."
The words were almost stuck in your throat, you chuckled nervously. "Thank you."
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A week later you discovered that the last-minute change in the script involved you.
You panicked when they said you and Florence would be sharing a kiss. Making things more interesting, the director said.
You were pacing back and forth inside the set, this time, in what was supposed to be a house. Nerves were coursing through your body, you bit on your nails to keep yourself busy. You could be professional, it's not like you hadn't shared a kiss with a fellow actor before.
There was an involuntary fleeting feeling of peace when Florence walked in, you exhaled softly, giving her a small smile. She came to you and held out her hand for you to take. By the look in her eyes, you could never tell she was nervous, but her fingers felt a little unsteady on your hold.
The first half of the scene went as smooth as it always did when you and Florence worked together, the chemistry was undeniable. You wondered if that had anything to do with the change of plans.
When the time of the kiss came, you could feel your heart thudding loudly in your chest. Maybe Florence did too.
She walked up to you and said her line perfectly, her hands came to either side of your face and there was a tenderness there that wasn't scripted. You held your breath, trying hard to focus on relaxing your body.
A beat passed and her lips touched yours, her movements were unsure and timid. Your hands hovered around her waist, your mind was still trying to catch up with the fact that you were kissing her. She was soft against you, with a comforting warmth you could get used to. Before you could lose yourself in her, the director yelled "cut."
She wanted more passion. This was a heartfelt kiss, not two teenagers making out for the first time.
Before the scene restarted, Florence ran her hands along your arms gently, stopping at your hands and holding onto them. "It's okay, just focus on me." Her words came out quietly only for you, her cheeks were a couple of shades darker and you were entranced by her tiny smile.
You gave her hands a gentle squeeze. "Okay."
After Florence said her line for the second time, she held your cheeks more firmly. She brushed her nose against yours before closing the gap between you. Her lips moved purposefully with yours, her body flush to you.
This time you didn't hesitate in holding her waist, running your hands over her back, and molding your bodies into an embrace.
When the director called to end the scene again, Florence separated her lips from yours without hurry. She brushed your cheek with her thumb as she caught her breath, you thought you saw her eyes glancing down at the same lips she just kissed. She remained close to you for a few seconds, her nose almost touching yours. You made no movement to untangle yourself from her either.
You saw when she seemed to catch up with reality. The scene was over and friends don't hold each other like that. She pulled away from you without meeting your eyes, mumbling a "sorry" you barely heard.
You only found her again when the sky was already dark, a half-moon shining bright. You had just finished your other scenes and were walking back to your trailer after a rather tiresome day.
The butterflies on your stomach were instant when you caught sight of her. The feeling of her lips still lingered. Even if you were all types of nervous around her now, you took in a deep breath and called out to her. "Hey Flo."
Her head snapped to you, she shifted on her feet as you walked closer. But her smile was still as warm as ever. If you weren't in love before, you sure are now.
"Wanna order some fast food with me?" You motioned with your hand towards your trailer.
She bit on her lip, raising her head proudly. "I'll give you one better; I brought some home-cooked meal that we can share."
You chuckled. "Of course you did."
"It's delicious." She said in a singing voice to convince you.
"I can't say no to your cooking."
She led you back to her trailer with a small smile and her fingers loosely holding onto your own.
The meal was indeed amazing and ten times better than any fast food, it was accompanied by wine, Flo insisted on it.
Now, you were sitting on Florence's bed, with your empty plates in the sink and your glasses full of wine in your hands. A random movie played in the background as you two talked, even after the kiss, being around her was still easy. Her presence always brought you peace.
Florence was different though, she blushed whenever you touched her, looking down with a sheepish smile you found adorable.
She had already downed a few glasses of wine when she finally set the empty glass on the bedside table. She turned to you, both now practically laying down on the bed. Her body was warm as she moved closer.
You placed your half-full glass down as well, turning around to look at her. You gulped, Florence was hovering above you, much closer than she was a second ago. "I- I think I should go." You felt a shiver running down your back, your hands gripping the sheets.
Her hand snaked around your waist, her breath fanned over your lips. The way her nose touched yours was starting to feel familiar. "I don't think you should." The last of her words were said as her lips were already brushing yours. She kissed you again, this time with no cameras around you, no script to follow. This was her, and she was kissing you as if she'd been wanting to for a long time.
A sharp breath of surprise came through your nose when you felt her. With the liquor clouding any better judgment you'd have, your hands came around her body instantly, pulling her even closer. Her lips felt sweeter than the taste of wine on them.
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You woke up the next morning feeling a steady, gentle pressure around your stomach. The low sound of the TV in the background was now playing the news channel of the morning. The pressure on your stomach squeezed you, and you realized with a start that it was an arm, and it belonged to a certain blonde who was snuggled comfortably almost on top of you.
Moving your fingers, you noticed that your own hand was resting around her lower back as you felt her skin. Your breathing quickened in a panic. You lifted the covers and saw that you were wearing nothing but your underwear and a loose shirt that didn't belong to you. Florence wasn't much different, except, she lacked a shirt.
You blushed furiously as you lowered the covers in a quick movement. "Shit, shit, shit." You mumbled under your breath. The fear of having overstepped boundaries whilst partially drunk gripped your chest tightly.
There was no sound coming from outside other than the birds singing. It was still very early, maybe you could sneak out. You tried to untangle your limbs from hers gently so as to not wake her up. But soon, green eyes opened and stared up at you with a tender gaze you knew you'd dream about seeing every morning now.
"Morning." Florence's sleepy voice was thick with her accent, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with one hand.
You chuckled; the sound came out more like a nervous squeak. "Morning." You mumbled back, now making quick work of moving away from her and getting up from the bed.
Florence dropped down on the bed with a soft thud as you removed your arm from under her. A small, confused frown settled on her eyebrows. "It's still early, you can stay." Her words took on an overly shy tone halfway through, her eyes glazing with a tint of sadness when she saw you hurriedly looking for your clothes.
"I really don't think I should." You said back, putting on your pants and fumbling with the button with shaky fingers. You bit the inside of your cheek, your back was turned to her but you heard as she moved. You huffed out a nervous breath. "I'm really sorry about last night. I hope this doesn't… Mess things up."
You heard Florence sniff, by the sound of the pads of her feet touching the floor you knew she was making her way to you. She rounded you, stopping much closer than she would have a day ago. She had wrapped the covers around herself, her hair was still messy from just waking up, making a bittersweet smile come to you.
"Are you?" Her voice was tight, you never heard her sound like that. Her green eyes were glistening brighter than ever with the soft sunlight coming from the window just beside you. If you looked closer, you'd see the start of tears in them. "Are you sorry about last night?" She whispered in the air, looking at you expectantly as her fingers turned white from gripping the covers.
You gulped, your mouth hovering open before the words got free from the lump in your throat. "No." If the morning wasn't so overly quiet today, she probably wouldn't have heard you.
A sigh of relief left Florence's lips, she gave you a small smile with tears clinging to her eyelashes; before burying her head on your shoulder, nuzzling closer when your arms engulfed her. "Neither am I."
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The Best Albums Of 2017
(A note that extends to all of these lists which I will attach to the top of each: if you want to see a full review of any specific album on this list, or are wondering why a particular album did or didn’t make the top 10, or are wondering why an album you like from the year in question isn’t on this list at all, send me an ask about it and I’ll try and respond!)
The Top 10
DAMN by Kendrick Lamar
Brick Body Kids Still Daydream by Open Mike Eagle
Describes Things As They Are by Beauty Pill
Antisocialites by Alvvays
A Crow Looked At Me by Mount Eerie
4:44 by Jay-Z
Oversleepers International by Emperor X
who told you to think??!!?!?!?! by milo
Talk Tight by Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever
Sleep Well Beast by The National
The Rest
Whiteout Conditions by The New Pornographers
Out In The Storm by Waxahatchee
Playboi Carti by Playboi Carti
Triple Fat Lice by Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman
The Underside Of Power by Algiers
République Amazone by Les Amazones d’Afrique
Resolution by The Perceptionists
The Official Body by Shopping
Drool by Nnamdi Ogbonnaya
Fin by SYD
Harry Styles by Harry Styles
Laila’s Wisdom by Rapsody
Life Will See You Now by Jens Lekman
Life Without Sound by Cloud Nothings
American Teen by Khalid
Dakhla Sahara Session by Cheveu And Group Doueh
Big Fish Theory by Vince Staples
1992 Deluxe by Princess Nokia
Veins by Homeboy Sandman
A somewhat weak year, if my (still-forming) shortlists for the years to follow are any indication – only 29 albums made the cut here. Some of the top 10 were surefire picks: “DAMN”, though not my favourite Kendrick (which remains To Pimp A Butterfly), has grown on me a lot to the point that I now see it as one of the year’s greatest achievements – a surprisingly coherent collection of solid-to-excellent songs with only the loosest of threads connecting them all in some kind of “concept”; “Antisocialites” is a beautifully-produced nonstop hook-fest of an indie rock album; “Describes Things As They Are” deserves a special mention for bringing one of the year’s most unique sounds to the table, even as it traces its clear influences back to artists as diverse as The Dismemberment Plan and Arto Lindsay (great “Prize” cover in there). Others I had to think harder on, and I switched out “Sleep Well Beast” for “Whiteout Conditions” at the last minute here, my main justification being that on revisiting each, it seemed to me that The National had never sounded better than on their moody, murmuring 2017 album, while The New Pornographers, despite delivering another worthy entry to their now-formidable discography, had.
In retrospect, this was an interesting year for hip-hop (though when isn’t it these days?) beyond “DAMN”: it marks the breakthrough success of Open Mike Eagle, the triumphant return of Jay-Z (but hold the antisemitism next time, OK?), the introduction of the chaotic Playboi Carti and the album that might stand as Princess Nokia’s most definitive statement so far. It also saw the final entry of Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman’s enjoyable “Lice” trilogy of EPs, a fascinating experimental effort by Nnamdi that still stands as one of the most distinct-sounding (if not necessarily consistent) hip-hop albums I’ve heard in recent memory, and the first albums by Rapsody and Vince Staples to truly impress me.
Though it might be hard to say exactly when “poptimism” broke critical establishment mainstream at this point (and I’ll probably write more on that later), this year also strikes me as notable for not including a whole lot of representative entries that would appeal to that crowd’s sensibilities – at least not on my list, meaning I didn’t see many capital-P Pop albums worth mentioning here. That being said, the top 40 stuff gets a couple victories here in the form of the two depressive-leaning albums by Harry Styles and Khalid (Khalid’s is the better one, if you’re curious).
Speaking of depressive (though the word actually feels inadequate to describe this one), “A Crow Looked At Me” gets a last word in here for being the most anomalous album on this list – I didn’t think I’d even like it until I tried it, upon which I found less of an album than a powerful, personal meditation on death and loss that somehow achieved poetry by constantly trying to avoid it. After listening to it the first time, I thought I’d never want to hear anything like it again – that is until I heard its follow-up from the next year.
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On a wet rainy day I made the cover for book 3 of Harry and Laila's story. 🤭😜😘
Spoiler below the cut. 😘
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if they had a kid for laila and harry??
Ooooh, thank you for asking this!
In my canon, they will actually end up having three kids! Two girls and one boy so since I can't decide here's all of them!
From oldest to youngest.
Name: Liliane Luna Potter
Gender: Female
General Appearance: long curly, blonde hair and green eyes.
Personality: Extroverted, sassy as hell, ambitious, mischievous, humble, kind
Who they like better: Laila
Who they take after more: Harry
Personal Headcanon: She loved spending time at her grandparent's house, the Weasleys, and having fun, causing mischief with her cousins.
Face Claim: Brec Bassinger
Added Sidenote: She ends up in Slytherin.
Name: Sirus Minerva Potter
Gender: Female
General Appearance: long straight, black hair and green eyes.
Personality: Introverted, sassy as hell, ambitious, loyal, brave.
Who they like better: Harry
Who they take after more: Harry
Personal Headcanon: Sirus doesn't like to express her emotions a lot, keeps things to herself, but she really does admire her dad and the things he does so she wants to be a great Auror like he is.
Face Claim: Florence Pugh
Added Sidenote: She ends up in Gryffindor.
Name: Cedric Aaron Potter
Gender: Male
General Appearance: long straight, black hair and green eyes.
Personality: Introverted, soft-spoken, kind, gentle, caring.
Who they like better: Harry
Who they take after more: Laila
Personal Headcanon: His favorite thing is to spend the night with his grandpa Hagrid and help him take care of creatures.
Face Claim: Julian Hilliard
Added Sidenote: He ends up in Hufflepuff.
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you about their kid
#mimi replies#OTP: I solemnly swear [Laila x Harry]#oc:Laila Blake#laila blake#harry potter oc#oc: Cedric Potter#oc: Sirus Potter#oc: Liliane Potter#ch: harry potter
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THE LIES THAT WOODS BEHOLD.
Summary: There's something suspicious in the coldness of night-air, apprehensiveness in those sea-form emarld eyes of Harry broiling with hatred and loathe for Y/N and none of it makes fucking sense.
Pairing: Demon Slayer!H x reader.
AU/Content: Horror Thriller, Halloween spook, supernatural, mentions of blood and violence, Harry being a mean dickhead to Y/N, demonic shit, Nialler the grumpy witch and just tons of hot Harry messing with Y/N's mind.
Word Count: (8.9k+)
P.S: HAPPY HALLOWEEN LOVELIES 🎃 REBLOG AND LEAVE NICE TREATS IF YOU LIKE IT, YOUR LOVE IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED!
Part 1, Let's talk about demon hunter!H , Masterlist.
“Stay away!” Scared children shrieked. Babies wailed. Scratching the soil away from their little bodies with their grim hands.
“You're a murder!” Women with their skins rotting, having a swollen patch of disturbing skin instead of their eyeballs screamed.
“You killed me. . .” Within all these hair-raising ghastly crying and shrieking of monstrous noises a syrupy mournful voice floated it’s way to Y/N in the middle of this doomed abandoned graveyard, dead veiny hands creeping out of their graves to yank and pull Y/N from her ankles with them.
“Harry . . .?” He’s standing stones away from her instead the distance between them seems like that of million mountains, his skin glowing with hues of moons paler than ever as he glowers her with the rage of revenge.
“You killed me!” He shouts marching her way and she shrinks into herself taking a step back with a squeak. Her legs bores deep into the wet mud when she does so, sharp thorns cutting through her flesh and disgusting insects sticking to her calves and sucking her blood. She pleads him to help her instead he shoves her further down with his feet over her small head booming with howls of laughter and all she could hear’s mocking sniggers of dead’s pinching and tugging at her skin.
“You’re death.” He spats with venom. Y/N cries in pain when he stubs her delicate fingers that were trying to claw their way out.
His bare feet pushes all it’s force to shove her deep, deep down into pits of hell and to bury her alive without a coffin.
.
Now when she stands at the road parallel of the sunflower meadow watching -- moreso -- admiring the sweet moment of how Harry’s standing in the middle of tall dancing sunflowers surrounding him whilst he takes the pictures of the old ladies from the fish market he befriended in no time and went to help them daily in their tiring chores,
Her nightmare makes no-sense. This man who’s sweet as the honey hives from Laila’s bee farms, who loves his elder citizen friends and who’s the reason of their shy laughs as he showers them in compliments making them pose for his vintage recorder this early in the morning wearing loose trousers and a jumper under the denim jacket which got alot of colourful badges and pins — it makes absolute no-sense.
She puffers out a huge breather of relief. Lips simmering into a happily assured smile, she shakes her head tucking the tickly tuffs of her hair back and drags herself away instead of greeting and interrupting such a cute occurring though her features skewered into wonder and her nose twitches in order to sniffle the oddly wrench of tar looming in the dewy air and she blinks confusingly at the polluted fog but ignores it walking speedily towards the bus stop.
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“Holy virgin!!” A lurking figure by her side startles her to death and she squints in pique as Harry smirks down at her rather shonkily trooping over her head like a dusty shadow, “Ah that you’re.” He pipes, flopping beside her on one of the uncomfortable plastic seats of the bus stop impishly raking his eyes down her bare knees and snickers loudly in impertinent manor when she bounces them in nervousness.
“You don’t know that.” She murmurs. Sliding the white cardboard box of cake closer to her tummy and runs a million ideas in her head to think of right one to give it to him, “Is this for me?” Y/N jumps in her seat again, kicking herself in bewilderment as to what’s wrong with her being all freakish in his presence – it’s just Harry. Harry she kissed and gave a blowie to, Harry who made her brekkie and cosy bed to sleep in.
But, oh boy! This Harry who’s swallowing her down his squeezy throat with his wolfish eyes makes her crawl out of her skin as he pinches her slightly to gain her attention and she gulps handing the box to him with a stupid bob of her head.
“Yeah– yeah! I made you vanilla cake as an apology for leaving you on Sunday so abruptly.” Her brows stammers in the centre of her forehead and the corners of her lips droops down when he tilts his head side to side insolently taking the cake out of the box and placing it atop his large palm and raises it higher childishly as if all of what she said flowed from his one ear to another without a thought.
Y/N cringes when he bulldozes a finger into the side of heavily frosted cake and messes the perfectly surface of layer with a huge crack tasting it with an obnoxious suck.
“Taste like shite.” His magenta lips slithers up into a Grinch like vexed smirk and Y/N muscles down the urge to pout and swat him in his face because she made it with so much love and his picture in her heart whilst decorating it with purple flowers.
“Excuse me?” She huffs folding her arms over her chest and feels anger bubbling in her veins at his menacing tone when he ogles her tits shamelessly standing and towering her as the bus tires grinded against the gravely road indicating it’s here.
“You’re excused.” He arches a brow down at her and she eyes the cake that wobbles on his palm from all his moving around and when the bus honks at them he fake pretends to be taken aback and let the cake flip down at the dirty ground.
“Oops.” He snigger wickedly as the frosting splashes all over sadly and covers the tips of Y/N’s platform boots with a squelching noise, her heart making the same damn shrills of ruination and devastation as she stares down not realising when the bus drove away too. She looks up to find Harry staring her coldly from the big back window of bus and her heart thuds ominously when he waves at her monotonously like a shallow dead body who’s forced to throw his limbs around.
A squeal low and only audible to her emits from her lungs harshly when he gives her an aggressive mean grin.
.
She couldn’t bury down the eerie and spine chilling delineation of Harry’s behaviour and his demeanour. During her tiring walk to college all she did was manage not to cry and held the urge not to break one of his favourite flower vases to give it the same treatment he gave to her token of love.
She’s been sitting on these toilet seats in of the empty stalls too awkward to attend his class the first thing in the morning, perhaps she happens to muster up enough courage and pops outside trotting to wash her hands that when the cheap wiring of the bulb glitzes making her stretch her neck to inspect it with wonder and suddenly the plain white tiles of the washroom's echoing with her shocked scream as the darkness pours down on her when the bulb bursts heatedly shrads of glasses scratching her skin missing her eyelids fortunately.
“W-who’s...there!?” Her stomach leaps and swallows her heart alive. She spins inhumanely fast on her heels when one of the stalls door flaps back and forth, steps echoing ominously but it’s not hers and her whole body forgets to function out fear.
She mutters out a weepy, “Fuck.” when the room's temperature falls unbearably freezing and her knuckles turns white clutching onto the tacky marble counter as she stares and stares like a maniac at the sinister trace of someone leaning against the doorframe and another painful shriek of terror leaves her lungs when in such darkness a shinning disgustingly pearlish sneer hits her into a state of paralysis.
Her skull feels banged and split open with her brain and it’s bloody gooey masses messing all over when that figure steps out.
Her eyes spatters wide awake in alarm and fear, goosebumps feasting onto her skin and in a split second everything goes blank confusing her heart not to beat.
Not realising she’s thrashing like a fish about to go dead from the mean stakes of being hooked and hurt and lugged to land, “You..” She accuses. Her voice weak and barely over a whisper, “..how did you— I..I locked the main door–“
“Who are you!?” She shouts, “Who are you Harry!!?” She chokes out, puncturing her teeth into her bottom lip from stopping it from withering severely when with a spalpeen monstrously glare stuck on his target he tricks up a human scaring smirk mutely.
“Stay away!”, “Stay the fuck away from me!” She warns him shrinking back against the mirrors her head snaps towards the door to march for it but before that frozen long fingers crackles around her throat and she’s being smashed against the wall.
“You can’t escape me. I live inside you stupid girl. All of me.” He snarls and Y/N gasps for breath feeling her ribs cracking and bolts her eyes shut tightly when his silken skin she was so in love with rots down exposing a layer of appalling stitched bloody flesh revealing the real him to Y/N and it smells horrid– like dead bodies been kept at basements for ages.
“I’ll take you with me and we will have our happily ever after.” Streaks of black swirls into the corner of his eyes ready to sabotage his forest pupils, “Fuck you.” She spats, hands shaking by her side and immediately his eyes turns black— so dim Y/N could see her petrified reflection in them and her own eyes bursts pink with the lack of oxygen when he grabs her and rakes her petite body up higher against the wall angrily.
“Too bad you’re stuck with me here scaredy kitten.” His pale slit raw lips creeps up into a triumphant smirk and her blurry vision falls over the mirrors to find only herself pinned to the wall and nothing else -- just a horrifying life taking washroom she’s caged in.
At that moment when death seems an inevitable possibility, words of her friends seems more logical and less laughable.
Remember Miss Dottie our English teacher in elementary school?
How her husband attempted a suicide murder?
Only one of their son survived and ran away.
That son’s Harry.
That son’s Harry.
That son’s fucking Harry.
So he killed them?
What if he killed them?
He fucking killed his own parents!
He’s a demon.
Demon who’s gonna eat Y/N and merry make from her sweet meat and savour her blood and it’s all because she trusted a demon.
It rattles in her shutting brain and she stares down to see him vanishing in the form of thick timorous clouds, the gut wrenching smell vanishing in the thin air along him and Y/N lands on the floor rather bone breaking-ly.
She scrambles to her feet with a feeble whine when someone goes crazy knocking the door, “What the fuck girl.. were you fucking yourself locking the whole washroom to yourself?” The girl shoves past her rudely and Y/N has never been this glad in her life shaking her head timidly as her life saviour leans in to apply a hefty amount of lipgloss and that was Y/N's clue to call the day and head back home.
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“Petal..?” Y/N was rushing out of the corridors when that voice from her worst nightmares, the reason of soreness in her ribs and the compression in her throat flows sweetly to her.
“Don’t you dare–..” She halts. Temper and rage ready to cause her a nervous breakdown and she doesn’t care she gets kicked out for creating drama within the premises of college all she knows is she’s isn’t gonna let this bitch fuck with her mind, “Don’t you fucking dare call me that!!” She grits hitting a very bewildered Harry in chest and he stumbles against the vending machine with his mouth guppy open.
The fright in her eyes breaks his heart when he tries to catch her wrist and pull her closer to him, “I don’t want to see you ever again...” She sniffles backing away too scared he’ll turn into a ghastly monster any second.
“Y/N .. wait! What ..?” He calls for her to stop trailing behind her like an innocent puppy but she practically runs out of the building leaving him behind all befuddled and ruining his mind to think of what he possibly did to offend her.
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Her stars are in trouble. It only makes sense because when she reached home, she was welcomed by a delicious smell of hot-pot and a very cheery Zoe chopping carrots on the chop board until....
Y/N heard the locks clocking startlingly and loudly behind her, warm glinting eyes of Zoe pooling with dreadful crimsons matching the huge splatters of blood on the shelves and the pots and even on the exhaust hood! as she keeps on working the sharp big blade and doesn’t flinch the slightest slicing her own fingers and Y/N gags and feels like fainting when her tendons limps off her bones oozing with blood and it doesn’t disturb Zoe at all instead she keeps on giving Y/N the same creepy robotic smile she’s been plastering from the moment Y/N stepped in.
“No! No! No! stop, stop, stop ... please stop for gods sake!!” Y/N yells out a sob sliding down and bringing her knees to herself, screaming into her elbow when all of the cupboards throws open with an ear piercing noise and spews out all the dishes, spoons and knives – it keeps on cluttering against the hardwood floor with a satanic rhythm and doesn’t stop.
“Please make it stop...” Y/N weeps covering her ears when the similar pattern of all of it repeats, the curtain slides shut harshly themselves and the bulb inside the standing lamp blows making it fall on her from the force of it and Y/N crawls her way towards her room weakly numb to the pain of broken glass wounding her palms.
It’s inside her. It’s herself. It’s chasing her wherever she’s going and driving her insane, he was right It’s all her maybe all these demons resides inside her.
The more she thinks about it the more her petrified nonsensical squeezes her into a deathly grip and she feels herself trapped into a haunting box dark place where nobody could listen to her cries of help – she just wants to wake up from this nightmare.
“Y/N!!” Zoe, Dinah and Lola are gathered around Harry who’s knocking on Y/N’s door from past ten minutes in utter worry and concern.
When he saw her in such fright, dishevelled to bits and all shaken up everything clicked in for him and he would’ve never forgiven himself if something happened to her.
When he breaks inside her room his eyes roamed around to have the slightest glimpse of her so he could bunch her in his arms immediately— though his chest tightens up in agitation hearing her sad heart-breaking cries coming from under her bed.
“Oh baby. . .” He whispers, crouching down to see Y/N hiding away and when Harry forwards his arm to get her out she scurries away, shaking her head vigorously, “’M not gonna hurt you moppet. It’s over, I promise you. Whatever, it was, it’s over.” He assures her again and again. His voice warm and beckoning, his gaze gentle and surfing up with serenity as a bile forms in his gut from seeing her on the verge of nervous breakdown.
“You wouldn’t take me with you..?”
“To where, darling?” He croons and his breath hitches when Y/N’s tear filled eyes locks with his, “I don’t know ...” Her bottom lip wobbles making the waver in her wail more pathetic.
“I wouldn’t, promise, everyone’s worried about you.” He tells her softly, nodding his head in encouragement when she leaves her secretive spot from under and trails towards her friends with cautious steps eyeing Zoe who’s anxiously fidgeting with her hands in the corner.
“Y/N your hands love..” Dinah points at Y/N’s bloody scratched hand, “Huh?” Y/N raises her brows too spooked to use her voice. Her hair matted against her sweaty neck, her cheek stained with the carpet burn and her shoulders trembles as Lola brings her in for a hug and Harry’s compassionate eyes never leave his sweet girl – his lungs brimming and flaming with the burden of guilt.
“I’ve to tell you guys something.” He clears his throat and Y/N’s wide owlish eyes snaps towards him making him more vexed and annoyed about all of it, “It’s urgent.”
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“So, you’re telling me this dreadful situation is the sprout of the seed your dad plowed?” Lola asks.
Harry corrects her, “Stepdad.” his eyes cold and brazen and for a mere second it reminds Y/N of terrors from the washroom but when he sneaks his arm around her waist and brings her to his side, running his nose up her temple in golden retriever way she melts into him pushing away her anxiousness.
Harry put a kettle on stove while Dinah and Lola wrapped Y/N in her comfort blanket walking her outside and sat her on the sofa trying to comfort her in the best way possible.
All of it was hard to absorb when Harry explained them who he’s, who he was once.
“I was born with special powers.. if that’s what y'could say and my step-dad being a prick he was, used them to his own advantages. . .” He continued with the girls curious eyes glued, gasping, “That’s just mean.” Empathically to him while Y/N sat slumped shoulders beside him staring the tea in her cupped hands blankly and Harry takes a concerned glance her way guiding and bringing the mug towards her mouth, “He’d umm... summon demons and deals with them the luxuries in return of letting them stay in this world.”
“No shit!” Zoe quips and everyone giggles to lighten up the tension, because yeah no shit they get to hear such spooky stories daily– though Harry watches Y/N to see if she’s smiling too but his heart thuds poorly when he finds her just like moments ago.
“Anyway the evil part is that my pig of a step-dad never used to fulfill his promise to those poor demons hypothetically and used me to banish them, the last time he tried to play his award winnin’ tactic he got me bruised...” Y/N's ears perks up at that and she sees her hand rummaging out of her mind's fog and squeezing his thigh weakly which quickly caught Harry's attention and without a fear of inquiries by their friends he slotted their fingers together, “..cos’ I was too young to defeat a demon who was getting bulked in hell fo’ ages— he tortured and manipulated my step-dad’s mind to such an extent it ended up him taking his life and my mum's.” Harry sighed flashes of the night he was standing at the door watching his step-dad shooting himself and his mother ringed in his skull.
“I had no-idea that, the same demon’s been wanderin’ round the town and was never sent back to hell until Niall my bestfriend asked me to come back here and help him kill him.”
Harry would’ve said he’s vampire and they all would have caught that without a spit– but this sounds straight out of supernatural, from those many horror fictions Y/N loves to read and it’s hard to let it seep in.
“So, what are you exactly?” Lola asked impatiently and Harry scrutinised each of their reactions, “I’m, a demon slayer.” Finally letting the secret out.
“Fucking cow!” Dinah exclaims clamping her mouth shut.
“Woah...” Zoe peeps in and Lola was about to give an equally exaggerated reaction when a scratchy tiny voice snatched all of their’s attention.
“Why me..?” Y/N whispered. Fresh tears pooling in her eyes and pimples irking on her soft skin despite of the warm temperature of their flat, “Because demons feed of negative energy.. they’re threatening me to back off by inflicting hurt to me loved ones.” He wipes the moisture from under her eyebags and Lola shakes her head vigorously. Remembering the horrifying news that’s been a major headline of town from past two days.
“The rich flamboyant Donvan's dog and wife died out of heart-attack, he told the reporters that there were paranormal activities happening in their house. Blood in their sinks and taps, their wallpaper would peel off walls and that beasty hair-raising animal noises would come from the unlit corners of their house. If it wouldn’t have been the end of Halloween I’d have laugh it off, both me and Dinah slept with Zoe that day.”
Harry eyes the mug shaking in Y/N’s hand, out of his instinct he cocoons both his arms around her shoulders and hugs her to his chest gesturing the girls to hush up telling them they'd discuss it later.
“Moppet.. do you wan’ t'a stay at my house for some days? I think it’s safer and healthier for your mental state since no-one could enter the house premises without my permission.” Plus he got invisible seals fenced around the boundaries of his house which was Niall’s best defending tool by far against any demonic creatures.
She looks him in eyes and searches for any satanic dubiousness instead they’re balmy with care and utter desperation to keep her safe.
“’kay. Can we go before it’s too dark?”
“’Course babe.”
“I’ll pack you some good stuff!” Zoe announces scrambling to Y/N’s room.
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Y/N doesn’t know why she agreed to come with Harry after what she went through, but it was tiny glint of trust and call her dumb for being a deer to lion’s den– she actually feels secure in his presence. He’s the only reality of her hallucinations at the moment despite the fact he’s someone very different from ordinary people.
Her huge exhale of breather fogs the already humid air of bathroom, warm water sloshes as she brings her knees closer to her chest resting her cheek atop them with her gaze following each and every action of Harry whilst he opens a cabinet to retrieve a spherical glass bottle.
She doesn’t feel a bit embarrassed being naked in the bathtub, instead she feels comfortable basking in the silence.
“This’s g'na soothe y'nerves..” He keeps his voice low as if she’s made of porcelain and his pitch would break her, he pops the cork of bottle with his thumb coming to sit on his hunches beside the bathtub and pours the glittery purplish liquid and Y/N stares as the droplets spreads like roots and stains the water rośe – immediately the whole room smells amazing and Y/N’s eyes flutters shut, arms hanging loose around her calves.
Harry dips his hand in the water and cups some of it to pour it down her back, Y/N nibbles onto her lip feeling ticklish from her wet hair sticking to her neck, his sudden interruption in tranquil air startles her and Harry feels bad– that she’s hypersensitive and terrified of everything because he was too late to protect her.
“’M sorry darling,” He caresses her flushed cheek wiping away the glisten of perspiration and Y/N melts into his gentleness, scooting closer to him, “Sorry fo’ what?” She murmurs rubbing her cheek against his palm like a stray kitten.
“For not being able to protect you.” His intense gaze withers away from her in shame. Y/N shakes her head and cradles his face to make him look at her.
“I could’ve never forgiven myself if something happened to you, moppet.” The corners of his eyes dollops with glossiness. He’s already too lonely missing his loved ones and he doesn’t want to loose another, “You’re very precious to me.” He kisses her wet forehead and Y/N’s whole body shivers with the butterflies of shyness galloping inside her.
His gaze falls down, brows crinkling in sadness seeing dark clawed bruise prominent around her throat and she shudders when he strokes his fingertips down her sensitive skin doing his best not to hurt her.
When he feels her choke onto her breath, chest heaving with sweltering panic on his touch Harry’s eyes widen in disbelief— as if he’s shot in leg from the heated pang of realization squeezing his heart into two torn pieces.
“It was me.. wasn’t it? It was me..” He flies his hand away staring her in shock and sorrow. Shoving the heels of his palm against his sockets to rub them in exasperation, “Tha’ demon shape-shifted into me to hurt you ..” He talks to himself more than he does with Y/N and she doesn’t like the fact he’s blaming himself for all of this.
“Hey, listen to me.” Y/N cups the nape of his neck with her soggy gauze covered hands to press their foreheads together, their noses pecks eachother as she waits for him to open his eyes, “I’m not afraid of you, Harry.” She whispers timidly pilowing her lips against his’s in a chaste kiss.
“You’re not?” He asks and she bobs her head quickly running her thumb over his jaw in gentle circles, “No. Not at all silly.”
“Gimme a kiss.” She demands pressing her soggy thumb in the centre of his pink fused lips and his dimple jerks a little before he snails his elbow around her shoulders not caring if he gets wet too and squashes a peck to her cheek, then to the corners of her lips finally letting his mouth meld against hers in a soft intimate kiss – breaking apart everytime to love on her bottom one, smothering it in pecks and tickling her chin with his slight grazing.
“You make lovin’ too easy.” He murmurs, not able to resist from leaning again into another benevolent kiss.
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After Harry rubbed Y/N's back with a soapy washcloth and massaged her scalp with shampoo that scented like green apples, caramel and burnt autumn he wrapped a big fluffy towel around her tucking it in atop her chest chuckling and wrapping her mouth in a hot kiss when Y/N blushed with his fingers snuggled between the towel and her chest.
He takes the bottle of cherry smelling bottle of lotion from her hands upon seeing her huffing and puffing for not being able to bend till her calves because of soreness in her love-handles.
He knees up into the mattress fiddling with the cap of bottle, “’S okay jus' turn over.” He tells her. Sputtering onto the already warm air of room when she obliged with a willing bob of her head and rolls over to lay on her tummy.
Harry does anything in his force not to tumble onto floor taking a good amount of lotion, rubbing it between his palms then lathering her calves with it feeling her tensed knots loosen up.
His rhythmic motion stammers, earlobes turning pink when his hand slips under her towel cupping the softness or inside of her thigh and what’s more enthralling and endearing is her whimpering needily not letting him take his hand away from between her thighs.
“Shh, shh baby..” He leans in to peck her ear and the side of her head unwinding the towel from around her and let it pool on the mattress, “Is this okay?” He asks, stroking his palms up her bum and strokes it enjoying her whines of appreciations as he parts her cheeks to graze creamy fingers near to her rear entrance– mouth gaping around a pant when he sees a visible spot of thick wetness forming on the towel from her excitement.
“This feels good, yeah?” He rasps moving his touch away teasingly and pushes his hands up her spine to massage her back, working on the flaming knots diligently, “Uh-hu.” Y/N moans head sinking into pillows from the release of tension from her bones.
“Harry...” She almost drools, eyes fluttering in slumber-y relief as he digs his fingers into her shoulder blades and massages them up to the curve of her neck as he straddles her thighs and she feels his hungry bulge poking against her bum through his sweatpants.
Her thighs slickens with more of her own moisture when Harry properly sits atop her, in a way not to crush her and also to make her feel his hardened prick needy for her.
“You drive me so fuckin’ crazy, acting all sweet while I’m teaching knowing how you got me in ye' chokehold – all I ever wanted was to take you t’a my office, throw you on my desk and fuck— look how fuckin’ wet you’re f’me.” He grits, burying his nose in her hair sniffing her longingly. His fingers salves between her asscheeks down her slippery folds and he dips his middle finger into her throbbing hole, Y/N pushes her ass into him with a prolong squeaky whine when he pulls away without giving her the pleasure of his finger’s girth.
“Need you, mhm, please..” She gasps sweetly craning her neck to plead him with her hooded lust brimmed eyes, “How much?” He grabs her jaw to kiss her, his fingers heavily coated with lotion’s and her arousal’s scent.
“Alot, Harry please.. fuck me already.” She fists the sheets, moaning against his mouth when he pushes his middle and pointer finger inside her thrusting past her creamy folds, “Hmm.” Y/N hums contentedly melting into bed when he bores his knuckles deep using his thumb to stimulate her clit, sponging tiny kisses up her neck and stretches her out till she’s mewing and whimpering for more squeezing his fingers down tightly with her soppy walls.
“It’s okay, shh moppet, gonna take care of you.. give y’what you want baby.” His hips ruts against her bum out of instinct and he punctures his teeth into his bottom lip holding back from humping her thigh, “Want my cock? Love gettin’ fucked by me.. oh.. this’s it, like it? Like when I rub your spongy spot?” He grunts, curving his fingers to give her g-spot another bone crumpling nudge and she thrashes under him breathing a whiny “yes, yes, yes!” as he scissors and pushes his fingers feeling her walls pulse warning him of her orgasm.
He keeps his lips smudged to her cheek drawing her in for a hot kiss as she comes undone sweetly rambling his name from the intensity of her orgasm and he cackles out of surprise when she gropes onto his thigh arching and grinding against him.
“Insatiable little thing you’re.” He chuckles and Y/N's moans muffles into pillows hearing the light slap of his cock against his taut stomach, she wishes to turn over and admire him knowing he’s beautiful between his legs too but she’s too knocked out to even raise a finger so she let’s her imagination wreck havoc.
“’M gonna fuck you nice and good, leave the burn with my prick for you to enjoy fo’ days.” He suckles her earlobe, rolling it sloppily between his tongue and both of their mouths slacks into a pant as he lubricates the angrily throbbing head of his cock with her wetness making filthy squelchy noises on purpose and retrieves back from her neck to watch his cock disappear inside her pussy with his features skewered.
“Fuck, you feel so good baby..” He throws his head back, dimples jolting up in a blissful simper just loving the way she's so snug and fitting around him, “Made for me aren’t you moppet, only fo’ my cock to ruin this sweet cunt of yours.” He groans pressing Y/N up into pillows with his pleasant grip on her either of her ass-cheeks so he could easily watch the toe curling pleasing sight of his cock slicking inside her.
“Mine.” He mutters, seeping down her moans with an ardent kiss as he gives a particular rough thrust grabbing her thigh, yanking and bending it to pin it down to the mattress so he could fuck her with a deeper angle with her being spread wide for him.
“All mine to kiss, to love, to make you scream ..” And she does. Nipping the thin skin of her knuckles when he takes a pillow and puts it under her tummy to bury himself inside her pussy to brim– his balls heavy with load snug against her bum as he completely lays over her kissing the tip of her nose, “Lemme hear you sweet girl.” His fingers digs into her hips pulling and perching her ass in an arch while he drives his cock lazily into her giving hard breath taking pushes in between to gain ecstatic noises from her.
“Give it to me, c'mon baby.” He levels himself with his elbows fucking her with faster pace and manages to move his hand between her parted legs to play with her pussy, jiggling her sensitive bud and spreading his fingers around where he disappears inside her grazing his clammy pads around her drippy hole.
He slots their fingers together, pressing them into the mattress. Their pornographic moans and grunts echoing in the room, bedhead banging against the wall as he started pounding into her hard and fast with his furious onslaught motions on her clit and she meet his each thrust, pump for pump, stroke for stroke basking in the unusual sugary intense pleasure.
“Say my name.” He laps onto the hickey adoring her neck and smiles when she mewls timidly, a gasp of his name, “Louder!” He demands feeling the tug in his stomach as she sinks and cramps down on him.
“Harry– fuck!” She slumps into pillows, her insides tingling and crackling with the chase to pool in the bliss of certain high. Her eyes snap open into surprise, lungs filling with a huge breather as she curls into herself with the sudden gush that floods from inside her out of her control.
“It’s alright, soak my cock moppet, cum on it– it’s all yours.. c’mon gimme some more.” He fucks her while she creampies around him, trembling with his shaft teasing and gaping her hole to maximum cumming all over him warmly the moment he spills his hot seed inside her stroking the head of his prick to rub his cum against her walls.
She giggles a squeal when he flops ontop of her with a groan bunching her in his arms with his cock still nursed inside her and kisses her hair.
“No!” She cries out with a pout when he tries to pull out, “You’ll be all fussy in the morning fo’ sleepin’ like this.” He tries but she shakes her head vigorously.
“Just want you close, don’t go.” He hisses a moan when she clamps down on him to keep him inside her, “Don’t wan’ to be cold..” She murmurs hugging his arm to her chest and Harry thinks he might just faint from the unbearable endearment he feels for her.
“’Kay, you could keep me inside you but let’s move you into a more comfortable position,” He rasps out along a yawn rubbing his hands up and down her arms smiling when feels her purring into his bicep.
He lays them on their side, spooning her from behind and cuddles her to his chest taking a loving glance of her then kisses her softly.
“Sleep sweet girl, I’ll be right here in the morning.” Reminding himself to clean themselves once she’s deep into slumber.
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Thick bone-y monstrous claws stabs Y/N shoving past her organs and her wounded flesh bubbles out from the confined spaces of her sliced skin. She trembles, wide eyes falling down at her chest in terror as black grim claws pokes out from her delicate frame of ribcages – her heart tangled in arteries and dripping with blood hanging at the tip of the demons claws.
She isn’t breathing anymore. The last thing she remember’s Harry's earthly eyes pacifying her, the crash of waves in them sursuring in her brain and as she let’s the death carry her on it’s chariot she hears him shouting and crying for her grabbing onto the lasts of her to never let her leave.
“Moppet!” He grasps her ankles to drag her closer to him, “Don’t go moppet...” He screams.
“Moppet..” She feels him patting her cheek gently, shaking her to revive her heart and cards his fingers between her sweaty locks, “Wake up love. It’s just a nightmare.. you’re safe, you’re home.” After Harry cleaned both of them with a washcloth, put her in his sweats and a sweater meticulously without waking her up and sprayed her pillow with the stress reliever lavender balm he let the lamps stay on but fifteen minutes later Y/N was sweating buckets and withering like leaf under him gasping for oxygen.
She wouldn’t wake up no matter how loud he tried and her body coiled harshly with tension in her nerves.
“Harry..?” She gasps, panicked gaze tormenting over his concerned features and she looks down at herself lip wobbling finding her heart safe and healthy— confused as to when he changed them in warmer clothes.
“Thought I died,” Her whisper-y voice cracks. Harry shakes his head wiping her tears away kissing her moist sleepy eyelids tenderly, “Don’t say tha’ baby. Not gonna let anything happen to you, promised, didn’t I bubbles?” He croons gliding his arms around her shoulders to snuzzle her against his chest and smiles pecking her nose when she separates her legs to give him a silent sign to situate his own thigh between them.
“Always g'na protect you.” He mumbles because it’s true and not just shallow promises – even if he’ll have to go back to New York, he’ll make sure she’s fine whilst he’s away.
He’s gonna kill that mother fucker of a demon.
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They had breakfast in bed. Porched eggs, butter bread and tangerines then Harry brought her clothes from the dryer and told her they had to reach somewhere.
Without giving her a clue where.
She had zero idea it was his bestfriend's house— scratch that, cottage.
“You’re telling me tha’ you’re a demon slayer and your friend a witch? What’s this, The Crucibles chapter 8?” She chuckles still not believing it. Harry keeps quite and she stammers in her tracks seeing the swelter of dark waves cloaking the whole forest.
“Don’t look up at the trees, alright?” He instructs because a spidery cobweb of ghosts and demons sits at it’s branches and when she nods gulping the lump that formed from the trepidation of such eerie sight Harry pinches her chin to catch her lips in a soft graze, murmuring against them, “Good girl.” Her cheeks dotting pink with shyness and suppressing the slight uneasiness.
Thick humidity surfaced against their skins once they stepped through the boundary and Y/N jumps and loops her arms around Harry's waist tightly holding onto him for dear life, when airy superficial fiends whooshed past them with rocket-y speed along beasty scary echoing noises crashing and fighting against the woods.
Harry hugs her in a protective manner, the space around them illuminates with blue light as he pulls his silver dagger out from it’s holster and points it infront of them as a threatening warning but he knows this part of forest’s just packed with harmless ghoulies only.
His eyes bolts shut in annoyance, face skewing into regret when he steps on the broken branch on the ground and the atmosphere around shifts dangerously into pique darkness.
“Run!” He mouths her and that’s what they did, sprinted with Harry’s grip around her wrist firm and bruising and Y/N dares not to look back when something rips past her left ear with an inflaming graze and deathly screams.
She tumbles and falls onto him once they make out safely. He groans out dramatically, throwing his legs in air animatedly when Y/N flops onto his chest panting heavily against his throat.
“What the actual fuck was that..?” She grumbles trying to calm down her racing heart and Harry giggles in her neck, “What’s so funny?” She squints down at him and he squints back playfully.
“Hoping that you won’t faint seeing Nialler’s cottage.” That boy’s always practicing his stuff on weird things, once he slaved a potion from cat's fungi, sunflower seeds and Harry’s single strand of curl that was a super disaster and gave his fingers a useless spark – Niall was Harry’s walking, talking microwave oven because all those fingers were useful for was to heat food and to electrocute Harry when he was too much of pain in Niall's ass.
Y/N was surprised seeing a stoned path lead to little wooden cottage, colourful pretty flowers trailing along it and Harry brings her closer toward him from her waist whilst knocking on the door– louder when Niall doesn’t open it.
“Jeez, you’re bloody impatient.” He hisses and Harry was right as Y/N spins around the room once inside to take a proper look of everything, wooden shelves lined with bottles of herbs and potions, some another kind of green liquid brewing in the claudron in the middle of room and Y/N emits an appalled noise seeing a jar filled with eyeballs with their thin arteries curled around them as she hear them whispering instinctively.
“Who’s eyeballs are these..?” She asks leaning in a little to scrutinise the dusty spot hiding something in it, “Crows.” Niall replies swatting Harry’s hands away that were poking and stabbing him to make him give in.
“Oh we’ve got quite a guest here,” Harry teases, “My goodness!” She clamps a hand around her mouth to hold back her startled squeak as a humungous snail sloths around the higher deck of cottage.
“What did y’do to poor thing?” Harry tuts. Stealing snacks around and shoving bunch of berries in his mouth, Niall grumps collecting things to fulfil Harry’s request, “I wanted to heal it's broken shell, used a wrong potion on it.”
“You’re quite clumsy for a witch.” Harry grins plopping down onto big sunflower couches and Niall seems just done with him while Y/N grimaces grossed from watching his floors getting all gooey and dirty because of the snail, “And you’re quite cocky fo’ getting your arse broomed by a demon.”
They glower at eachother and after a pregnant pause Niall ushers Y/N closer to where he’s, “C’mon darling here..” She eyes him and Harry in bafflement when Niall hands her a tiny rose glass shaped bottle containing a black hibiscus potion.
“What’s this for?”
“Why did you bring me here, Harry?” She asks in suspiciousness.
“It breaks my heart seeing y’suffer moppet, so I asked Niall to make something to remove all these traumatising memories for you.” He tells her hesitantly, not sure if she’d be happy to hear it. He just wanted to help. He wants to see her happy and never like she’s been past days.
“You did?”
“It’s okay if–..”
“I’ll be glad to get rid of ‘em too,” She smiles up at him. Her sunshiny beam billowing thousand flowers in Harry’s heart and accepts the bottle from Niall, hovering her nose at it’s opening to smell it.
Bitter and trenchant just like her memories from past two days.
“Drink it, in one, two—..” He rubs her back as she obliges him beaming a, “Good fucking girl.” at her that makes Niall roll his eyes at him and he goes back to doing whatever chores he was doing before these two barged in and made him forget the spells.
Y/N blinks funnily. Her mind getting foggy and hazy, her heart palpitating, she feels dizzy. Harry knowing about the symptoms holds her nodding his head down at her in comforting assurance when she looks up at him anxiously.
“I’m here. ‘m right here sweet girl, it’s alright relax.” Petting her hair when she turns all mushy and limp in his arms, clutches onto him for dear life and finally faints with his name tingling on the tip of her tongue.
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“I feel like puking!” Harry squaps ducking on his knees dramatically and throws a fit at Niall when he yanks the shovel from Harry’s grips, “Oi you mean..” He huffs and Niall points the heavy tool at his face.
Tucking Y/N to a good pain reliving sleep and making Niall’s grumpy kitten forcefully cuddle with Y/N to not to make her feel lonely they went to put an end to all of this.
“Will you keep being a grumpy twat and waste our time?” Niall grunts, throwing the lumps of soil away – they’ve seen alot of fucked up things but never ever tried to take a corpse out of grave and that irks Harry, more when it has to be his step-dad’s corpse.
He groans, shovelling the grave till they’ve reached to last layer of stones and his eyes flashes comically wide being face to face with the mummify version of his abusive step-dad, his skull turned into waxy bones, empty sockets staring past Harry’s soul and he should’ve felt anger instead all he feels is bad for him.
“Do we really have to pull his teeth out?” He mutters, flits his eyes away and dusts of the mud from his skinny jeans, “Do you really want to kill this demon?” Niall mimics and Harry grimaces when he reaches into the dug grave and grabs the dead-bodies wrist, it’s bones cackling together chillingly.
“Fuck. We’re in such shite.” Harry winces when Niall cracks the corpse’s middle finger where the big crimson jewelled ring’s stuck between two joints, dangling from the rotten dry bone -- the ring that’s the only fucking way to summon the demon in it’s original form and not in a human disguise.
Niall grins too adorably for someone who dig a six years old grave and snapped the corpse like a spaghetti, raising the ring infront of Harry’s disgusted face.
“We fuckin’ did it, mate!”
“Les fuck this demon’s whole life. You know what t’a do right?”
“Take ya’ girl home and end this shit.” Though, all Harry’s cheeky brain latched on was mention of his girl.
They went home more like teleported with Niall’s help because Y/N was still deep into slumber and Harry didn’t want to wake her up, let her walk through that part of forest and make her uncomfortable and stressed all over again.
He was making soup and garlic bread downstairs, when the walls of his house painted blue with the melancholy of Sociopath by Lucy’s King and Harry’s hand that was piling the dishes in the washer to sanitize them halted abruptly— although, he eases when Y/N’s giggles floods his heart and he smiles to himself eager to walk to her. To see the beautiful sight of her sleepy eyes, angelic pinked up features, swollen lips that’d love on his own with soft kisses and her warmth that’d tempt him to melt in her arms.
Then out of odd consequences he realizes that she doesn’t know how to play the strange feeling sitting in his guts, specifically not to play on black keys only as the frosty tune gets louder and louder and his first ever alarm’s to protect Y/N as the dishes falls from his hold and crashes into shards riling up whatever creature’s roaming in his house.
He sprints upstairs. The wooden railing breaking and falling down with force as that monster chases him – when he barges in his room it vanishes into thin air behind him and everything’s back to peaceful.
Except, that- Y/N’s not snuggled under the blankets, and his room’s a disaster with things destroyed and the mattress ruined with horrendous marks of claws and it nearly knocks out Harry because this time the demon’s ever strong, in it’s truest form and angry with the knowledge that Harry’s about to send it back to hell.
His head snaps out from the fog of his own aggression. Acidic trepidation pricking his stomach when he sees the green house harrowing with grey electric clouds till the glass walls paints completely black and he couldn’t see a thing.
He doesn’t take a second from taking his dagger out and the ring from his safe and runs to the green house.
“Y/N..” He keeps his voice low since the beasty shrieks already heightened to an intense level when he broke the strongly sealed door of the green house. His brows skits into confusion when he finds Y/N safely sitting into the corner.
“Y/N baby..” He whispers and she crawls out from the dark corner, shaking her head in fright at him.
“Don’t come closer to me,” She panics and Harry raises his palms to calm her down, “No! You don’t get it! Don’t come any closer–.. stay.. stay where you’re..” She cries. Drained of any energy and emotions she cries scarily sad.
“I don’t wanna loose you! I just can’t.” Pearly tears shines at her cheeks and immediately her skins hues with red, the moonshine turning eerily bloodied.
“You wouldn’t loose me baby, just trust me okay—” He’s cut of and Y/N screams when he gets rucked to shelves of ceramic items and they fall from the force, a vase that hits Harry’s shoulders painfully.
His plan getting backfired at him and it’s just his 50/50 luck that he’d ever be able to make out alive from this sweet green house of his mums.
Y/N's stumbles to get to him and Harry’s heart races in panic, when a an ominously raw huge head of the demon lurks over her – it’s egg like eyes inflaming red and it’s terrible mouth that smirks mockingly at Harry to show it’s scary black animalistic canines that matches it’s humanly sized claws and Harry’s feeling himself swimming through actual horrible death as Y/N tries to trot towards him innocently and he calculates the demon’s next moves that must be pouncing his excruciating into his sweet baby,
So he does what anyone could do to protect the person they love. He pushes Y/N away and skids under the demon throwing the ring away into another direction and the demon wreck havocs crazily.
Harry lunges on it’s vulnerability and insanity when it realizes that’s Harry’s giving it, it’s ring back to assimilate it back to hell and this prick of a demon doesn’t want that at all— and even Harry knows one gets too attached to this world this demon’s just pure evil and made the living hell here for everyone else.
Hell isn’t even a option for this demon because he hurt so many people, his loved ones and with that in mind and absolute hatred for it Harry leaps towards him with his dagger firmly pressed to his palm and fights the resistance of the demon.
Groaning in pain when it slices the smooth skin of Harry’s chest into splinters and that was the truly last straw for Harry making him push the dagger into demons chest, backing away when he gets covered in disgusting sticky tarnish blood and then stabs the screeching beast again and again till it isn’t igniting into ashes and the moonshine's turning back to it’s glittery light.
He sighs once the black clouds rolls off presenting him the sight of his dead plants, his favourite gardenias wrinkly and slumped sadly.
He falls onto his knees beside Y/N and she doesn’t care if he’s wrenched with demons blood and brings him down closer to her, smashing her lips against his’s in a thankful relieved infatuated kiss and feels him till she couldn’t make his heart believe he’s alive and okay.
“Why did you do that!?” She weeps, not able to pull away from his mouth and pecks him infinitely.
“You could’ve died. If something—.. if..” She sobs. Neck jerking profusely from her hiccups and Harry lulls her face in his palms, loving their temples together and gazes deeply into her eyes deeply.
“I wouldn’t have mind getting killrf by that stupid demon's hideously awful hands if it meant keeping you safe.” Dying from those claws dirty from ages would’ve been such a shame.
“Shut up,” She scolds him. Her action in contrast to her worrisome anger and hugs him tighter, “Heyyy who’s the professor here?”
“Weren’t you a demon slayer minutes ago?” She grins teasingly, rolling her eyes as he huffs animatedly, “Don’t make it my personality trait.”
“Yeah, yeah.. c’mon les get you cleaned up.”
“Gonna be my little nurse? How kinky is it huh? professor x nurse, one thing lead to another—”
“You’re not a demon slayer, you’re just demon.” She laughs shaking her head at him squealing and running to the main door of his house but he picks her up and twirls her around with such glee, “I could show you how demonic I could be.” He grunts from the burning pain in his chest and Y/N being canny to his every move instantly notices it asking him to put her down.
“Lemme take care of you, hon.” Harry faces splashes with pink at the sweet-name, his insides frothing with shyness at Y/N’s fond gaze sipping him in.
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“Stop wiggling.” She whines, tugging him back closer to her. He’s loving being babied by her as she bandages his wrist first mustering up enough courage to see him going through pain when she’ll tend to his chest.
They’re sitting crossed legs infront of eachother on his bed, medicines and aid tools spread around.
“Antiseptics hurts like bitch... unbutton your shirt.” She mutters trying to slip his shirt down his shoulders with shaky hands and Harry teases her softly, “Just say tha’ you want to see me naked.”
“Both now be quick before you’ll be one fending to my crying tendencies.” She pouts, scorching closer to him their knees lapping and curls her arm at the bottom of his waist whilst dabbing the light amount of Dettol on his damaged skin.
“Are you g’na leave for New York, since it’s done what you came here for?” She whispers. Heart heavy. Throat clogged with an uncertain sadness, “Your plants need you..” She gazes up at him to find him already looking at her with benevolent tenderness and it just wants to make her cry her hearts out.
“Do you need me?” He whispers, brushing the light errands of hair away falling in her eyes.
“Yes..” She breathes out, “Yes. I need you more than you could think.” She confirms and it clouds Harry into tufts of happiness.
“Then how about a lil vacation to New York? I’ll have to get my stuff from there eventually—-..” Though his last words gets muffled when Y/N kisses him ardently and passionately murmuring sweet endearment against his mouth that makes him want nothing more than just Y/N as his everything.
“How many clothes should I pack!” She squeals excitedly.
“Zero would be appreciative,”
“Menace.”
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Queer Bollywood Moodboards
Here are a couple of mood boards based on the pairings and their vibes of queer Bollywood movies, for the Desi LGBT Fest 2021
I have linked the Wikipedia articles of the respective movies
Here’s the link to a Wikipedia article mentioning a list of Indian LGBT movies
Tagging: @desi-lgbt-fest
1. Movie: Ek Ladki Ko Dekha Toh Aisa Laga (2019)
Pairing: Sweet x Kuhu
Link to the Wikipedia article
2. Movie: Shubh Mangal Zyada Saavdhan (2020)
Pairing: Kartik x Aman
Link to the Wikipedia article
3. Movie: Fire (1996)
Pairing: Radha x Sita
Link to the Wikipedia article
4. Movie: Amen (2010)
Pairing: Harry x Andy
Link to the Wikipedia article
5. Movie: Dedh Ishqiya (2014)
Pairing: Begum Para x Muniya
Link to the Wikipedia article
6. Movie: Margarita With A Straw (2014)
Pairing: Laila x Jared
Link to the Wikipedia article
7. Movie: Margarita With A Straw (2014)
Pairing: Laila x Khanum
Link to the Wikipedia article
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List of Sign-offs for our #thoughts (plus individual blogs)
Most Common Fronters:
😇 - Floyd (main: @waywardangelcore // suggestion/rp/ask: @floydlesuggestions)
🚀 - Xephos (main: @x3ph0s // suggestion/rp/ask: @xephossuggestions)
🧪 - Lalna (@lalna-core)
🍃 - Reid (@reidreed)
😡 - Reese (@r33se)
🍉 - Tommy/Theseus (@innit-core)
🐝 - Tubbo (@ram-tubbo)
🧼 - Adrien
⚔️ - Aegeus
💕 - Aiden
🤙 - Alex
☀️ - Augustus
🧁 - BadBoyHalo
🌿 - Basil
🫐 - Bdubs
💙 - Blue
🔵 - Blue2
😨 - Bo
🪴 - Casper
👓 - Clem
🍀 - Clover
🧒 - Connor
🦋 - Coraline
😕 - Depression
😬 - Devin
⚪️ - Dream (Blob) (@dreams-core)
🟢 - Dream (Human) (@dreams-core)
🦖 - Eli
🌸 - Ella
💊 - Eric/SQUIP (@eric-the-squip)
📺 - Err0r
🚊 - Ethan
🐟 - Evan
N/A - Ezra
☁️ - Felix
N/A - Finn
👼- Floyd (Hermit)
🦊 - Fundy
👻 - Ghost
🦜 - Grian (main: @griancore // suggestion/rp/ask: @grian-suggestions)
🪄 - Harry
🧡 - Honeydew (@honeydewyeayea)
🧚 - Iris
💣 - J.D. (@jd-core)
🐬 - Jeremy (@jeremy-h33re)
🧢 - Jonathan/Schlatt
🎀 - Laila
💉 - Lalnable (@lalnable-core)
💚 - Liam (@lima-bean-liam)
👹 - Lilith (main: @lilith-of-the-nether // suggestion/ask/rp: @lilith-suggestions)
🌺 - Lily
⭐️ - Linus
🍎 - Lucas
💫 - Luke (@lukeskywalker-core)
🪶 - Lumin/Cyprus
🌙 - Luna
🌪 - Mania
👗 - Maria
❗️ - Mark
🌱 - Martyn
👛 - Mary
📜 - Mnemoria (main: @mnemoria // suggestion/ask/rp: @mnemoriasuggestions)
🌚 - Moon
🕌 - Moses (@mosesofegypt)
🔴 - Mumbo Jumbo
📻 - MusicBox
🦎 - Newt
⚫️ - Nightmare
N/A - Noah
🌊 - Pearl (@iridescent-pearls)
💦 - Percy
🐢 - Philza (@philza-core)
🦆 - Quackity
💧 - Rain
📓 - Ranboo (@enderdays)
🧊 - Rhode
🌻 - Rory
🌹 - Rose
🔎 - Ryan
🐏 - Schlatt (@sinfulschlatt)
😍 - Selene
🧜🏻♀️ - Serena
🌤 - Shane
👟 - Shiloh
📦 - Sips
🥕 - Sjin (@sjinterella)
💎 - Skeppy (@skeppy-core)
🍏 - Slimecicle
🎧 - Taurtis
N/A - Traumacore (@tr4umacore)
🐷 - Technoblade (@technothegod)
⬛️ - The Darkness
🌟 - The Doctor (Ten) (@timelordsinatardis)
🌌 - The Doctor (Eleven) (@timelordsinatardis)
⚡️ - The Flash
🐺 - The Magician
📕 - The Narrator
N/A - Venice
🔷 - Veronica/Ronnie/V
🌀 - Vertigo
💜 - Violet
💀 - Wednesday
🖋 - Wilbur
🦕 - Will
🖤 - Winona
N/A - Worker
❎ - X/Xisuma
🎩 - Yakko
🥼 - Yoglabs!Xephos
Below is a list of possible alters and their sign offs, although we are unsure they are real or just figments of our imagination/ocs/rp characters we are very in-tune with:
⛈ - Kirin (@kirinsuggestions)
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I miss talking about teenage Harry and tiny!!! Like what was there favourite date to go on? Did he ever cook for her? Then living in the x-factor house?!? Like I miss talking about that part 😂😂. What’s something about the x-factor house for them that you’ve never told us? Xx
old yes teenage Harry and Tiny are the cutest I miss them🥺 just two kids🥺in love🥺but so stupid🥺 and so oblivious🥺
Tiny’s favorite date is still their first real official one in Italy! When they were at the Villa Carlotta! And Harry’s favorite date is the first day they went out just the two of them after Bella was born! It was a lowkey date, they were in LA and somehow managed to have a private surfing lesson that never got papped and no one ever knew about it! They had a blast and then went home and ordered take away while Anne had taken Bella to Scott/Laila’s(:
ALSO OMG IDK... umm they got drunk one night after a show and no one could find them for the longest time! But then Niall found them sitting in the full bathtub - fully clothed and sitting across from the each other playing go fish. After that, when they finally got forced out of the tub, they fell asleep together on the sofa😂
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4-Star Books of 2019:
I’m doing this yearly wrap up a couple weeks late, but here it is! Below are all of my 4-star reads from 2019.
5-star | 4-star | 3-star | 2- and 1-star
The Cruel Prince by Holly Black
House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin A. Craig
The Queen’s Rising by Rebecca Ross
Scythe by Neal Shusterman
Ruin and Rising by Leigh Bardugo
Lost Boy: The True Story of Captain Hook by Christina Henry
Thunderhead by Neal Shusterman
Siege and Storm by Leigh Bardugo
And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie
The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
They Both Die at the End by Adam Silvera
The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden
Everless by Sara Holland
Ignite Me by Tahereh Mafi
Shatter Me by Tahereh Mafi
Unravel Me by Tahereh Mafi
The Selection by Kiera Cass
The One by Kiera Cass
The Elite by Kiera Cass
The Siren by Kiera Cass
Winterwood by Shea Ernshaw
The Winner's Curse by Marie Rutkoski
The Winner's Crime by Marie Rutkoski
The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkien
The Girl Who Drank the Moon by Kelly Barnhill
Four Dead Queens by Astrid Scholte
To Best the Boys by Mary Weber
The Crown of Embers by Rae Carson
The Wizards of Once by Cressida Cowell
Destroy Me by Tahereh Mafi
The Only Woman in the Room by Marie Benedict
Will Grayson, Will Grayson by John Green and David Levithan
A Bend in the Road by Nicholas Sparks
Dear John by Nicholas Sparks
The Whisper Man by Alex North
Yellow Crocus by Laila Ibrahim
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett (read twice)
Coraline by Neil Gaiman
Sky in the Deep by Adrienne Young
Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks
The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula Le Guin
The War of the Worlds by H.G. Wells
Evermore by Sara Holland
Cruel Beauty by Rosamund Hodge
The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern
Winter's Bone by Daniel Woodrell
The X-Files: Cold Cases by Joe Harris
I definitely gave more 4-star ratings than any other rating. I always struggle with whether to give a book 4 stars or 5. I think my rule of thumb is a) how captivated I was (i.e. it took me just a few sittings to get through), and/or b) how likely I am to reread it at some point in the future.
So while all of these books were amazing, there’s a lot probability that I’ll reread any of them again. (Unless I want to refresh myself with a series before starting a new book in that series).
#books#bookblr#book blog#book blogging#book blogger#book list#2019 book list#4 star books#4 star books of 2019
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On Pause
Chapter 22 - Always the Bridesmaid.
A/N: Please don’t hate me for this chapter. 1 Chapter left of ATB, that will be out within the next week. Thank you again to all those following this story and continue to follow it, you have no idea how much it means to me that you take the time to read. 😘
Please if you don’t like this series ask to be untagged or don’t read.
Read previous chapters HERE!
Warnings: Fluff & Mild NSFW
Word Count: 1967
Pairings: Laila x Harry
Enjoy! 😘
"Laila....?" he looks over to her for a second, "Like give up my flat permanently?" her voice is a whisper, she quickly sobers up "Well, yeah or I could move into yours if you don't want to move to mine?" she goes to speak but nothing comes out "Laila? What do you think?" he asks.
"Erm...I...errr....don't you think it's a little too soon?" he seems a little taken aback by her answer "But you're practically living there now, so what's the difference?" she knows what he's saying is right "But I..always have the option to go back home. If I move in to yours I don't have the option anymore"
"So you don't want to move into mine because you won't have an option to go back home?" he asks her confused "Harry, it's a big step....we've only been together 3 months. If this doesn't work out....I'd have to go back to square one again. Buy a new flat, new things" he pulls up outside his flat "That's what you're waiting on? Us to fail?" he seems a little hurt when he asks.
He takes the keys out of the ignition "NO! I didn't say that, I just meant we haven't been official for long and moving in...together...now. Well, it's a bit too soon!" he sighs, "Basically, I'm good enough to keep you safe from Vicky but to permanently move in I'm not?" he almost hisses at her "NO!! Don't put words in my mouth! Harry...I would love nothing more than to live with you permanently but when the time is right"
"That's the thing.... I don't think the time will ever be right," he gets out of the car slamming his door, without looking back at her, he walks through the main entrance and heads towards the stairs.
She sighs, knowing she's hurt him, but she doesn't want to rush into things for it to blow up in her face. She knows it's not just living that she's scares her... it's also losing him.
She gets out of the car and makes her way up, when she steps inside, the flat is dark. She wanders towards the living room which is dark flipping the lights on she saw him sat on the sofa with his head in his hands "Harry, I'm sorry, but I'm just not ready," he runs his hands down his face "I was thinking maybe I should go back to mine..." he stands and turns towards her "Do what you want! I don't want you to think I've taken that option away from you" he says as he passes her.
"Harry, don't be like that! I just think it would be moving too fast..." he cuts her off "You think we are moving too fast? OK, then sweetheart lets slow it right down....I think we should take a break to figure out what we want" Laila's blood runs cold "What?! Harry..." he turns away from her walks into the bathroom and closes the door.
She realises this isn't up for discussion.
After he closed the bathroom door, Laila heard the bath starting to fill, she stormed into the bedroom, grabbed her bag and packed just the stuff she needed before leaving the flat without waiting for him to finish in the bathroom.
She takes the tube as she's had too much to drink to drive home.
The next day.
She wakes her head is pounding, she woke up hoping last night was a bad dream, but reality hit and she realised it wasn't a dream. She turned off her phone when she got in last night, she didn't want to speak to anyone today.
After she got up and dressed, she needed to get some shopping in. She was in the supermarket trying to decide which pizza to get "You alright Laila?" she turned where she spots Ivie "Oh hey Ivie! How are you?" she puts on a fake smile, "I'm great thanks! You? How's your boyfriend?" Laila tries to smile but Ivie notices her eyes start to gloss over "Oh dear! Laila what's happened? Why don't we grab a coffee from the cafe upstairs and have a chat"
Ivie takes Laila's arm and leads her upstairs "You take a seat and I'll get these. Coffee is it?" Laila nods as she sits down at a table, she watches the shoppers below. The couples buying groceries together... Why didn't I just move in with him? Would be better than how I'm feeling now! She thought.
"Here you go, duck," Ivie says placing her coffee in front of her, "Do you want to tell me what happened?" Ivie asks. Taking a deep breath Laila relaid what happened last night to Ivie when she's finished Ivie sighs "You know me and my Archie split for 2 years in the begin, then we had 45 wonderful years together before he passed away. So, Laila don't see this as the end, it's the beginning you both just want to make sure you are ready for the next step that's all!" she smiles at her.
After her talk with Ivie, Laila feels a little lighter. She decides to go and pick up her car from his place, when she arrived his car was gone. She was a little disappointed, but knew they needed space.
Over the next few days or so Laila went into a routine she'd get up, shower, have breakfast, head to work, work all day, lock up head home, have dinner, a bath then bed. She worked on her days off and was the first to offer to cover another stylist if they needed, the truth was she didn't want to go home because it was quiet and she would do nothing but just sit there thinking about Harry and what's he doing.
She still ignored the world she muted all chats after she told her family, she was fine, but she needed time.
She saw Harry had messaged her, she sent a quick message back.
One week turned into two of the same routines .
That night Laila ordered a pizza after she had a shower and decided to binge on Netflix, the buzzer went she went over to the intercom and buzzed up the delivery guy. As she opens the door, she's greeted by a big bouquet, she can't see the delivery guy behind them, "Oh, wow..." the flowers drop revealing his boyish smile and his ocean blue eyes.
"Harry?" she wasn't expecting to see him, suddenly she becomes self conscious of how she looked "Can I come in?" he pleads with her, she nods moving aside, so he could come inside. They make their way into the living room and he takes a seat on the sofa, placing the flowers down on the table. A ringlet of his hair drapes down wet from the rain as his coat was also wet "You look beautiful," he says as she sits down with space between them.
"Thanks, how are you?" she asks, he lets out a small laugh as he shook his head "Honestly?" She nods "Absolutely miserable!" he moves closer to her "Laila, I miss you!" he cups her face and she smiles "I know it's stupid considering I was the one that said we should take a break, but I thought maybe that's what you needed because things were moving to fast for you. Worst idea ever, I've done nothing but pine for you! I may have even walked passed your work a couple of times just to get a glimpse of you"
She laughs "Stalker much," he laughs at her comment "But I miss you too" his lips crash to hers, its rough and passionate "Laila, please can we resume this," he whispers against her lips, she smirks "Resume? Harry, we aren't a video game," she laughs, "Fine, get back together, unpause, take me back, be mine! If you aren't ready to take that step..fine, but I just want you back" he says as he reclaims her lips.
Laila can't help smile against his lips, he pulls away "Is that a yes?" He asks her "I'm not sure I need a little more convincing" she smirk, his lips brush against her ear electrifying every nerve ending "Let's see if I can convince you" he peppers kisses along her neck and up to her lips.
He pulls her onto his lap until she's straddling him, her hands tangle in his hair. The kiss turns intense, they're both trying to catch, their breath but they don't break apart. Harry grasps the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it over her head and quickly moves to unclip her bra as his lips move down to her collarbone before he flings her bra off.
His lips move down to her chest, his tongue glazes her nipple making her gasp. His hand slips between the waistband of her shorts, the pads of his fingers parted her fold, he worked circles around her clit. She pulls his lips back to hers, her hands wander to push off his jacket, soon both their clothes have created a puddle on the floor.
His hips thrust up to meet hers "God, I've missed you" he hisses as he enters her, she's missed him just as much and he could tell by the way her body reacted to his touch. He drags his nails lightly against her spine, making her moan. Her hips moved faster, riding him harder. He groans against her collarbone..
Later.
Pulling their clothes back on, Harry pulls her to his chest "Was that convincing enough?" he kisses the top of her head. She pretends to think "Hmm...it depends!" she laughs,"Depends? Depends on what?" he smirks at her "If there is a round 2" she winks "OK, just give me 5 minutes to catch my breath"
She tuts "Harry Taylor, the personal trainer is out of breath? How disappointing!" she jokes, he lets out a small laugh, "But yes! I want to resume this....this break made me realise I was being silly. So, Mr. Taylor, will you level up with me?" she sits up to look at him "Level up?" he cocks his head to the side not understanding her question.
"Will you move in with me? Over the past 2 weeks I hated coming home and you haven't been here. It made me realise maybe I was more ready for the step than I thought" he smiles, his hand moves a strand of hair away from her face, "Of course, you didn't even need to ask. Could've just moved my stuff in!" she laughs, "We aren't living here!" she smirks.
"Oh, you could've just moved your stuff to mine..." she cuts him off "Nope, I want us both to sell our flats and find somewhere new"
"Whoa! Are you sure? Laila, that is a big step!" she looks at him confused "One, I want to take but I want you to be one hundred percent about," he says as she rolls her eyes at him and cups his face "Harry, I'm sure. I just want a place that is both of us! One we can decorate together, where it doesn't have yours or my stamp on it but ours"
She has no idea how happy she has made him, he watches her relay her ideas on what kinda place she wants.
He's missed that smile, those eyes, her laugh.
She stops talking realising he's just staring at her "What?" she asks, he gets up picking her up with him, "Come on, we'll get started on round 2" he walks them to her bedroom.
Continue reading this story here - Chapter 23.
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#atb#always the bridesmaid#fictional#fictional writing#fictional story#@pixie88#harry x laila#original writing#original work#original character
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still not vibing with posting an open starter because i like plotting a little first! if you’re looking for a new writing partner, like this or messge me! i’ve got some specific things under the cut but we can also make up something new together!
my muses, for reference. i can also make more, the world is our oyster.
also HERE are my wanted opps
MUSES I WANNA PLAY:
JOSEPH – he’s my little affectionate, family man, tech ceo tony stark rip off that has a lot of love to give but no one to give it to. i’d love an angsty, pining kind of love for him. maybe reuniting with someone he knew/dated in the past! or, throw me a ‘falling in love with my assistant’ plot.
ADAM – i feel he’d work so well in a supernatural verse. i want to play him as a doctor vampire (carlisle cullen but make it fashion). perhaps in a local mysterious doctor falls in love with town sweetheart.
ESRA – throw me some best friends to lovers plots for esra. he’s a broody but very kind and respectful man that would probably fall for the girl always by his side, he just doesn’t know how to say that, so he’s stuck being a pining, confused baby about it.
SEBASTIAN – he’s a nerd and i want a plot for him where he’s the cliche tutor that falls in love with the girls he’d tutoring, even though she a million and one times out of his league. she teaches him how to let loose and he teaches her stability.
JUDE – my favorite character to play. she was always raised feeling a lack of affection and needs someone to ground her and make her feel loved. if you like age gaps, throw your older muses at her! or your criminal muses: anyone she can be a ride or die for.
ELLE – the most affectionate and soft bean in the entire world, also gets herself into trouble because she feels the need to protect everyone. a best friends to lovers plot may not be what she needs but it’s def what she deserves.
LAILA – she’s your basic average desi girl who would do anything for her family and lives under a weight of pressure. she’s sassy, feisty, and wild, but sometimes too prude to do anything about it. i’d love a celeb/non-celeb plot for her where she falls in love with a celeb and her whole life gets twist turned upside down.
SAFIA – she’s cute and nice but is also really cutthroat and stubborn. i’d love for her to fall in love with someone she’s not supposed to for the angst of it, since she’d have a lot of moral conflicts. or just have someone cute that’s her best friend that she loves (can be unrequited)
RAMONA – sweet angel baby who teaches art to children and plays video games/streams. i’d love a long-distance relationship plot for her where they meet on the internet and then meet up eventually!
PLOTS:
other generic plots that aren’t character specific: celebs on the same show/movie/music group, exes reunited, childhood friends reunited, literally any kind of forbidden romance but especially if it’s because an age gap or cultural differences
verse related: in the harry potter verse i’d love to play out ron x hermione or i’d love to use padma patil // got universe throw your jon snows at me i love him sm // marvel i’d die for tony stark, bruce banner, peter parker, carol danvers, gamora
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Masterlist!
This is a full list of all the requested and specially themed moodboards I have made. If I missed anything, or if any links are wrong or missing, please let me know! 💖🙏💖
((I’ve been having some technical issues getting certain links to work on desktop, so if there are any problems, please let me know!))
Compatibility and Relationship Moodboards
Leo x Scorpio
Taurus x Taurus
Virgo Sun, Virgo Moon, Virgo Rising x Cancer Sun, Leo Moon, Capricorn Rising
Capricorn Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Pisces Rising, Capricorn Mercury, Sagittarius Venus, Pisces Mars x Aquarius Sun, Cancer Moon, Aquarius Mercury, Pisces Venus, Scorpio Mars
Female Aries x Male Cancer
Butch Female Aries x Femme Female Scorpio
Female Taurus x Male Aries
Female Gemini x Male Sagittarius
Female Gemini x Male Cancer
Female Gemini x Male Leo
Female Cancer x Male Gemini
Female Cancer x Male Sagittarius
Female Cancer x Male Capricorn
Female Cancer x Male Virgo
Female Cancer x Male Pisces
Female Leo x Male Aquarius
Female Virgo x Male Leo
Female Virgo x Male Sagittarius
Female Virgo x Male Scorpio
Female Virgo x Male Aries
Female Libra x Male Aquarius
Female Libra x Male Virgo
Female Libra x Female Aquarius
Female Scorpio x Male Taurus
Female Scorpio x Male Leo
Female Sagittarius x Male Capricorn
Female Sagittarius x Male Leo
Female Capricorn x Male Cancer
Female Aquarius x Male Leo
Female Aquarius x Male Scorpio
Female Aquarius x Male Gemini
Female Aquarius x Male Capricorn
Female Aquarius x Male Virgo
Female Aquarius x Female Aquarius
Female Aquarius x Female Sagittarius
Female Pisces x Male Gemini
Female Pisces x Male Aries
Female Pisces x Male Leo
Male Aries x Male Gemini
Male Virgo x Male Pisces
Male Aquarius x Male Sagittarius
Male Capricorn x Male Gemini
Male Cancer x Male Cancer
Male Gemini Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Leo Rising x Male Sagittarius Sun, Pisces Moon, Virgo Rising
Female Taurus-Gemini Cusp x Male Capricorn-Aquarius Cusp who are too shy to admit that they like each other
Female Hufflepuff x Female Slytherin
Personality Moodboards
Catholic, Lesbian, Ravenclaw, Fire-Ox, Aries, Gemini Moon, Leo Rising, Capricorn Sun, Vitiligo Female
Cancer Sun, Aquarius Moon, Capricorn Rising, Supine, Neutral Good, Oak the Stabilizer, Hufflepuff, ISFJ(-T)
Sagittarius Sun, Aries Moon, Aries Rising + ENTP
Pisces Sun, Pisces Moon, Leo Rising, With Dominant Aries
Slytherin Libra Sun, Taurus Moon, Taurus Rising
Gryffindor Aries Sun, Cancer Moon, Gemini Rising
Scorpio Sun, Virgo Moon, Libra Rising
Scorpio Sun, Leo Moon, Libra Rising
Sagittarius Sun, Cancer Moon, Sagittarius Rising
Sagittarius Sun, Aries Moon, Taurus Rising
Gemini Sun, Leo Moon, Scorpio Rising
Gemini Sun, Scorpio Moon, Aries Rising
Pisces Sun, Gemini Moon, Gemini Rising In Pink
Cancer Sun, Scorpio Moon, Cancer Rising
Cancer Sun, Aries Moon, Capricorn Rising
Cancer Sun, Pisces Moon, Virgo Rising
Virgo Sun, Taurus Moon, Gemini Rising
Virgo Sun, Leo Moon, Pisces Rising
Libra Sun, Taurus Moon, Virgo Rising
Capricorn Sun, Virgo Moon, Aquarius Rising
Capricorn Sun, Aries Moon, Scorpio Rising
Capricorn Sun, Scorpio Moon, Sagittarius Rising
Leo Sun, Scorpio Moon, and Cancer Rising
Fierce Leo Fashionista
Bisexual Slytherin Male
Book Nerd Slytherclaw on the Ace Spectrum
INFJ Libra
INFJ Sagittarius
INFP Gemini
INTP, Cancer, Slytherin
Slytherin Aesthetic
Friendship Moodboards
Scorpio x Cancer Best Friends
Cancer x Leo x Scorpio Best Friends
Female Libra x Female Sagittarius Best Friends
Female Libra x Female Aquarius Best Friends
Female Virgo x Female Aries Best Friends
Female Virgo x Male Libra Best Friends
Female Aries x Male Sagittarius Best Friends
Gemini, Sagittarius and Capricorn Female Best Friends
Adopted Female Bisexual Leo Ravenclaw x Female Aro/Ace Libra Sun, Cancer Moon Slytherin x Male Gay Libra Sun, Libra Moon Hufflepuff Best Friends
Name Moodboards
James
Kai
Dean
Ava
Laila
Amira
Eureka
Solace
Ashleigh
Noah
Hailey
Rui
Gabriella
Henrietté
Alexia
Amber
Rachel
Mikayla
Paula
Magali
Adrienne
Mason
Diana
Jules
Freda
Ollie
Celina
Dante
Lívia
Sienna
Lynn
Natalia
Zander
Leonardo
Katariina
Marina
Yuuka
Max
Chris
Ezra
Agata
Lois
Mark
Kylie
Alicia
Estelle
Alex
Mia
Booker
Lune
Declan
Username Moodboards
wherepeoplehavenoname
lavendertulip
esoteric-champagne
aqua-is-an-alien
pafwu
lesbeannnnnn
star-less-city
takenheadlinesblr
redwards12
fa11ingf1ux
beetle-paws
verbenaluna
toiistr
solitaryomnivore
nosferatuprivilege
jelly-cheesepuffs
astrology-babyy
glossyy-julyy
cowboyjakedillinger
syrxpvania
druid-study
mimibunny46
lazydreamlandblaze
someoneyoudespise
walking-ball-of-anxiety
caffeinatedreader54
happiness-cache
artsy-dreamer
staplerrr
tryingtoohard-noclue
galacticlead
moonllotus
of-stars-and-moon
winterrs-child
li-ionsandtigersandbears
ohoneyno
delicatedamoiselle
cookiescr
twilicat24
angel-ette
aroacelittlemy
somajesticdonki
blissfulthoughts
abigsoftea
thunderstruck-owl-gal
f-1-ux
nightlight-glimmer
paperclip-dragon
manic-pixie-star-child
kylieerinjosiphineparksworld
gabbiisawesome
whisper-yelling
confused-may
withrewings
azureshine
hauntyouinthend
coffeeteenager
needscaffeine
blackthornstele
neonblack22
no-theme-on-this-one
youngchaosflower
downtothe-tee
weird-reading-hole
sisroks
pomesa
nicloetje
azelmathenardier
rayjayo
stefanovalentitty
drarryandharry
im-definitely-hermione-granger
prof-iupin
roonil--wazlib
angel-loki
muggleborngirl
ann-a-lightwood
homaka
anxiousabbozzo
acciowolfstar
remus-and-sirius-lupin
snarkyherondales
asras-badonkadonks
marichatisfam
holy-shit-its-wolfstar
famdommcfanface
itsdestielislifeuniverse
hildaoflorule101
shadows-of-a-life-before
psychocypher666
adriancrevan1827
nocturnalrobots
cloudymels
whose-potato-am-i
sashasthoughtsaretakingover
stuff-of-pi
loneshadow17
whereevenamitho
im-not-an-armrest-im-short
bloody-hell-im-the-fucking-pope
paininmyheart-imalive
nerdyrobot124
sakurastardust
minty-princessgirl
myshortinfinity
chaoticrex
cerulean-bonaparte
dovelyromantic
jojoandcupcakes
the10ne1yweird0
ld0l
punksatanic
life-is-full-of-flowers
lostinmyinsomnia
communist-pickle
nisargasinha
mimiryuukyu
ejays-things
sdewan6
kathrinemccarthy01
small-and-terrible
thefantasticsuperouatgirl
qweklz
ancoraqui
OC Moodboards
Katie Eastburn
Kolo
Z
Wallace Scott
Pride and LGBTQ+ Moodboards
Bisexual Pride!
Bisexual Boy
Pansexual Pride!
Gay Pride!
Gay Positivity!
Introverted MLM + Space
Enchanted Forest MLM Relationship
Trans Pride!
Lesbian Pride!
Lesbian Pride! (With The Blue And Purple Flag)
WLW!
Black and White WLW
WLW Nature Witch
Non-Binary + Yellow
NonBinary + Soft Things
Closeted Bisexual + Pastel Colours
Trans Girls Are Girls!
Lesbian Fairy
Queer and Demigender
Lithromantic and Pansexual
Song and Music Moodboards
Baby by Clean Bandit
Blank Space by Taylor Swift
Sleep Alone by Waterparks
Oxygen by Catfish and the Bottlemen
Colors by Halsey
Animal by Neon Trees
Los Ageless by St. Vincent
Alrighty Aphrodite by Peach Pit
Medusa in Chains by The Fratellis
Cemetery Drive by My Chemical Romance
Green by Cavetown
Hazel by Cavetown
DEVIL by Shinedown
Shy by HUNNY
Tiny Dancer by Elton John
Fred Astaire by San Cisco
Coffin Break by Sopor Aeternus & the Ensemble Shadows
Character Moodboards
Alice from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
Melissa Hastings from Pretty Little Liars
Lexa from The 100
Gengar from Pokemon
Magnus Bane from Shadowhunters
William T. Spears from Black Butler
Noriaki Kakyoin from Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure
Steve Rogers from Marvel
Ship Moodboards
Undertaker x William from Black Butler
Taehyung x Jungkook from BTS
Hermione x Ron from Harry Potter
Ginny x Luna from Harry Potter
Shiro x Keith from Voltron
Stimboards (GIF Warning!)
Shiny Mega Gengar from Pokémon
Other Themed Moodboards
Hopeless Romantic
Purple, Blue and Pink
Sky, Moon and Stars
Stag Beetles
Moths
Valentines Day!
Midnight In Tokyo
“Shook”
“What Colour Are Your Socks?“
Vintage Indie
Lust in Red
Primary Colours
Pastel Architecture
Warrior Girl
Mermaid
FFXIV OC
Sex, Drugs & Violence
Nostalgia
Neon Drug Trip
Treasure Every Moment
Pastels + Kitties
Fun Pastel Colours
Inspiration and Motivation
A Splash Of Colour!
Soft Pink
Soft Black and White
Lavender + Orange Boy
Do you dream in colour?
A New Kind Of Magic
Pastel 1970’s
Beautiful Lies in Pink, Black and Orange
Soft Yellow Things
Horror, Plushies, Sweets, Rabbits, Anime and Pastel Goth
Art Is All Around Us
Space
Pop Art
Orange Taurus
Classical Music
Роковая Женщина // Russian Femme Fatale
Snakes!
#Masterlist#moodboard#Aesthetic#aesthetics#moodboard requests#loving-life-loving-lysol's masterlist#<<< tagging so i can find it more easily
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stan list ♡
groups-
ateez
b.a.p
bigbang (ot4)
blackpink
bol4
exid
got7
honey popcorn
jjp
jus2
kard
mamamoo
monsta x
nct
orange caramel
pentagon
pristin
red velvet
shinee
sistar
teen top
triple h
twice
verivery
2ne1
soloists-
chungha
cl
hyolyn
hyuna
IU
sori
sunmi
taemin
drag queens-
adore
aja
alaska
aquaria
ben dela
bianca del rio
blair st claire
detox
ginger minj
ivy winters
jade jolie
jinkx monsoon
joslyn fox
katya
kim chi
laila mcqueen
manila
milk
miss vanjie
miz cracker
naomi smalls
plastique tiara
raja
soju
trixie mattel
valentina
yuhua
yvie
other-
bleachers
conan gray
gucci mane
harry styles
lana del rey
lil phag
mika
nicki minaj
bbno$
troye sivan
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Tagging game
Tagged by @juleswickr - thank you Laila ♥ :)
rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people
01. go apple picking vs go on a hay ride
02. scary vs. sweet
03. sweaters vs. boots
04. socks vs. mittens
05. bonfires vs. football/soccer
06. trick-or-treating vs. watch scary movies
09. bake pie vs. bake cookies
10. rain vs. fog
11. black cats vs. owls
12. ghosts vs. wizards
13. harry potter vs. halloweentown
14. go hiking vs. sleep in
15. cinnamon vs. nutmeg
16. reading vs. writing
17. hot chocolate vs. tea
18. live in a cabin in a forest vs. have it be fall 24/7
19. candy apples vs. caramel apples
20. blankets vs. pillows
21. roasted marshmallows vs. roasted chestnuts
22. coffee vs. apple cider
23. red leaves vs. orange leaves
24. braids vs. bows
25. scented candles vs. the smell of fresh baked goods
26. carve pumpkins vs. make pumpkin pie
27. pumpkin spice lattes vs. chai tea lattes
28. coats vs. oversized sweaters
29. beanies vs. berets
30. candy corn vs. peanut butter cups
31. s'mores vs. apple crisp
32. jump in a pile of leaves vs. swing on a tire
33. corn maze vs. haunted house
34. bob for apples vs. visit a pumpkin patch
35. whipped cream on hot chocolate vs. marshmallows on hot chocolate
I’m tagging: @vildeliehn, @alexdanveers, @clarrkes-griffin, @yorgoslantthimos, @clxrkegriffins, @missdontcare-x and @asamikorra of course you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to ;)
#i had to google most of those things because unfortunately we don't celebrate halloween that much in my country but it was fun fhkfhdsk#hope you all have a great day ♥#tagging game#about me
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