#harrys @ green lane

[kyndaris]

Country Lights

It’s a yearly tradition that when the weather gets cold and the nights lengthen, Sydney celebrates the coming of winter with a light festival. VIVID has been an annual event for many long years, although I couldn’t tell you when exactly it all began. During the pandemic years, of course, VIVID was cancelled as people were shut inside, but since the ‘official’ end of the COVID-19 pandemic, VIVID has returned with a vengeance. 

Events have even sprung up in other parts of the state of New South Wales. One, of course, was held in the country town of Bowral. Known for its flower festival in October, the town is about a ninety minute drive from Sydney.

So, upon hearing of the event, my mother most definitely wanted to take a look and experience it for herself. She had seen a few videos and photos on the most holiest of phone apps: WeChat and wanted in. Thus, I and a few of her friends were roped in to accompany her for an all-women day trip to Bowral to see the sights and make some great memories along the way!

Of course, knowing that the lights wouldn’t be on until night covered the land, we had set up an itinerary for the day that would take us all around the Southern Highlands.

Our first stop was actually a town just past Bowral. One of my mother’s friends had done a search online for places that would tickle our tastebuds or be visually appealing. After driving down from Sydney, we headed to Berrima. There, we visited a small patisserie shop renowned in the area: Gumnut Patisserie.

As my mother was a lover of all things pecan, she ordered a pecan tart (although a perusal of their website actually advises that it’s a macadamia tart, so who can say), and one of our other members put in an order for a passionfruit tart. Once our coffees, and hot chocolate, arrived, we dug in. After all, life’s short so dessert ought to come first.

Once we had warmed ourselves up, we headed towards Harper’s Mansion. Bult in 1834 by James and Mary Harper, it is now a heritage-listed house. What made it stand out in little Berrima, of course, was the fact that the house was much grander than the other residences in the villages during the time it was built. Most houses in the area were slab cottages. In fact, it was modelled on those favoured by the middle-classes in Sydney with walls that were three bricks thick, laid upon a foundation of sandstone. 

After the Harpers passed away, it was bought by the Catholic Church in 1853 nd was used as a presbytery for the nuns of Daughters of Lady of the Sacred Heart. Later, it was rented out before being sold in 1970.

In 1978, it was acquired by the National Trust who repaired the house and it is now managed by local volunteers that provide simple tours of the house. On its land, however, a hedge maze was built along with an impressive garden. The maze, of course, was a must see and our small group of four Asian women found our way to its centre as well as out without too much trouble.

Our tour of Harper’s Mansion over, we decided to take a gander at the Book Barn. The Berkelouw Book Shop is located on the Bendooley estate, which is a winery. As for the book shop itself, it also serves as a restaurant. Sandwiched between the stacks, tables had been placed allowing guests to wander through and pick up whatever they may wish to peruse for lunch or an evening meal.

If there was a place akin to heaven, this would have been it.

From there, we headed to Bowral properly to check out a family-run vintage and antiques market called Dirty Janes. Lunch would be had at Harry’s @ Green Lane in the 2 PM slot. Why the restaurant only had two lunch slots was a mystery but I had to say that its main selling feature, which I wasn’t able to see a lot of, were the books that were crammed on shelves. 

But while the ones at Berkelouw could be flipped through and read, I had a feeling that the ones at Harry’s were most likely props to sell a particular atmosphere. Which is honestly a shame.

Still, it didn’t detract me from the collection of knives and beautifully displayed insect taxidermy cases that could have been bought at Dirty Janes. I, unfortunately, didn’t buy anything to commemorate it but I must admit that there were some pretty good paper weights to be had. Although, there were also pinned spiders...and that’s a real big fat no from me because they’re terrifying. AND WHAT IF IT WAS REAL?!

After looking through the wares of Dirty Janes, we strolled through the heart of Bowral before heading to the nearby lookout to see the sunset.

Once the sun had set, we headed to Centennial Vineyards where the light show would begin.

Words fail to describe the beautiful array of lights that shone up onto the sky. In an attempt to recreate the Aurora Borealis, so named from Boreas, the personification of the North Wind, the clever minds at the vineyards used light and smoke. To be perfectly honest, I’m unsure why it was called Borealis as Australia has its own name for phenomena that can be seen in Tasmania: Aurora Australis, but I suppose Borealis is the one that most people can identify.

This, however, was no show. Rather, it was a whole event with food trucks and space for families to lay out the picnic blanket to watch the sky above them change from red to green to blue to purple. Were it not so cold, it might have been a lovely night out.

As it was, my hands were near frozen until one of our group went and bought us some hot tea from a nearby vendor.

After about thirty minutes of admiring the colourful night sky, we headed back home to Sydney, which was a whole lot warmer than frosty old Bowral. And where I could catch up on some gaming as I raced to finish off a short indie game as Diablo IV had just released that Tuesday.

And also because SOMEONE bought it for me - the DELUXE edition, no less - despite the fact that I had only joked about friends getting it for me as an early birthday present. I wasn’t serious! And I didn’t expect it to be bought! 

I am, after all, an independent young woman who could have afforded it if I had really wanted it (which, I mean, I was probably going to buy it on the day of its actual release).

So, I’m warning you! They-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named! You know who you are! You read this blog!

I AM WATCHING YOU!

Stop being nice to me! I don’t deserve it!

Okay, now that my rant is over, I have to say that the Bowral light show, while not as comprehensive as the one in Sydney still had its highlights. Beyond that, it was a good day out with family and friends in what would prove to be a hectic long weekend in June.

#personal blog #day trip #road trip #bowral #berrima #gumnut patisserie #harrys @ green lane #dirty jane #borealis in the vines #visit nsw #travel blog #book barn

[spacedace]

Here have some snippets of the AU that’s taken over my brain (featuring Elle unintentionally dunking on both of Bruce’s identities, Clark realizing he passed his taste in partners on to his son, a bit of pre/unaware that they are dating Super Serious Chaos, and some blink-and-you-miss-it background Enemies to Lovers Dick/Dan)

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“Sorry, who’s Bruce Wayne?”

The room when quiet. All heads turned to look at Elle at the end of the table. Bruce didn’t visibly react, but Clark could make out the subtle indication of disbelief that his old friend was feeling - that they all were feeling at the interpreter’s question. Elle, suddenly aware she had the full room’s attention, had the look of someone who realized they’d said something wrong, but didn’t know what.

“You’re kidding.” John said, “You know Bruce Wayne. Everyone knows Bruce Wayne.”

Elle blinked. “I don’t.” She glanced from face to face, “Is he like a big deal? Does he work here or something? I haven’t been around that long so I might have missed him.”

It took every bit of self control Clark had not to laugh. His voice still came out a bit strangled from the effort as he offered, “No he doesn’t work here.” If Bruce was the type to do so in uniform, he’d be kicking Clark under the table.

“You live in Gotham. You have to know Bruce Wayne.” Barry said, voice going a bit high with growing bewilderment. “Mega ba-jillionair. CEO of Wayne Tech? Richest man in Gotham - in the world? Has like a hundred kids?”

Their interpreter’s nose scrunched. “So he’s like…in one of those fundamentalist cults obsessed with having a bunch of kids or something?”

Bruce actually twitched at that. The sound of utter disgust in Elle’s voice at the concept, the complete and total lack of any kind of recognition she had for the single most famous non-crime or crime-fighting related person in the city that she lived in, she truly had no idea who they were talking about. Clark had to get a recording of the room’s security feed, Lois would love this. Oh, wait no, Bruce’s kids. Maybe if he was fast enough he could text Dick to get there ASAP so he could see it all in person before it was over.

“No! Nothing like that! He adopted them - well most of them.” Barry tried to explain, looking utterly lost as he turned from Elle to the rest of them and back again. “You’re messing with us right? This is like a joke?”

Elle shook her head, looking just as lost as Barry did. “I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Do you know Dick Grayson?”

“I know of an officer Grayson who is a dick. Total tool. He’s been making my brother’s Dan’s life miserable for like a year now. Pretty sure not who you’re talking about though.”

“Jason Todd.”

“The library goon?”

“Tim Drake.”

“Sounds like a Dark Wing Duck character.”

“Cassandra Cain.”

“Isn’t that the author that started out writing incest Harry Potter fanfic?”

“Duke Thomas?”

“What’s he a Duke of?”

Barry snapped his fingers, pointing emphatically at Elle with a look of victory on his masked face as he shouted, “Damian Wayne!”

Damian, who had at that moment just walked into the meeting room with Jon at his heels paused in his place just behind Elle. He did pretty well at hiding his surprise at Barry seemingly shouting his civilian name and pointing at him upon walking in. Though the tense line of his shoulders suggested that if Barry was actually revealing his secret identity without warning or permission, there would be blood.

Stella Nightingale, unaware of the almost-kinda identity reveal going on around her, tilted her head in confusion at the speedster. “I’m assuming he’s related to that Bruce Wayne guy?”

“They’re all related to Bruce Wayne.” John said with open amusement now. The Green Lantern had given up on the research entirely, watching the entire debacle with a growing smirk he kept casting towards Bruce. “That man’s face is plastered absolutely everywhere in the news. How do you not know who he is?”

“If Lois Lane hasn’t written about him he can’t be that important.” Elle said with a casual certainty of one speaking a core tenant of their beliefs. Clark’s opinion of the young woman - already quite high considering her ferocious loyalty and fondness to Jon - rose sharply.

“You’re read the Daily Planet?” Clark asked, warmth curling in his chest at the mention of his wife and her work.

“I read articles by Lois Lane.” Elle said promptly, “I tried reading some articles that Kent guy she partners with sometimes wrote on his own but I couldn’t get past his writing style. Dude sounds like he’s from outer space with his word choice sometimes.”

Bruce, looking far too pleased, gave a quiet and not terribly convincing cough as Clark tried to will his soul back into his body.

It was going to be a long day.

—

“You are at least aware of who Gotham’s vigilantes are, yes?” Damian asked with a raised brow behind his mask.

Elle shrugged, giving him a sly smile. “The relevant ones.”

Clark tried to hide his short laugh with a feigned cough. Elle at least was distracted enough with Jon and Damian’s attention to notice but Bruce was giving him a look over the tablet he was trying - and undoubtedly failing - to review files on.

Jon grinned eagerly from his spot beside Elle as he asked, “Aren’t they all relevant to you? You live in Gotham.”

“I live in Crime Alley.” Elle corrected, bumping his shoulder with hers. “We have different standards of relevancy there.”

“So what are the relevant ones then?” Clark asked, pointedly ignoring Bruce’s burning stare. They’d get back to the research. Eventually. Finding out if the Gothamite who had been spending all her free time with Phoenix and Flamebird for the past year and a half was as oblivious to her city’s heroes as she was its celebrities was too entertaining a notion to pass up.

“Phoenix, obviously.” She grinned cheekily at Damian across the table, ticking names off her fingers as she continued. “Red Hood. Spoiler. Uh…Orphan?” She trailed off, forehead scrunching in concentrated thought.

“That’s can’t be all the ones you know.” Jon gaped, eyes sparkling with amusement as he glanced over to were Bruce was seated, not five feet away before turning back to watch Elle try to rack her brain for any more Gotham vigilantes. Clark could see the moment that the words are taken as a challenge as Elle sat up and looked more determined.

“No, shut up, I know more. Uh…there’s the one, um Red Sparrow? It’s another bird one with red name, I’m pretty sure. And the one with the blue - fuck I should know his name. Nightjar? Wasn’t Nightingale I would have remembered that…shit, dude threw up on our couch once I should remember his name -“

“Nightwing threw up on your couch?”

“Nightwing! That’s the bitch! He got poisoned or something and Dan drug him to our place to patch him up since Doc Thompkins’ clinic was closed.”

Clark shared a look with Bruce and Damian. Dick had failed to mention that little event. Clark could see Bruce reaching for his wrist computer, undoubtedly typing out a message his eldest about what he’d just heard - possibly another to Alfred if he was feeling like pulling out the big guns.

At the other end of the table Elle ticked Nightwing off with a nod, even as Jon squawked that it shouldn’t count since he’d given her the name, “Then there’s…uh…oh! Harley Quinn!”

“Harley Quinn does not count.”

“She beat up a guy trying to mug me last week and got me a hot chocolate afterwards, she totally counts!”

“Someone tried to mug you?”

“Crime Alley, Nix, if someone doesn’t try to mug me while I’m out I get worried that I missed Hood calling in a Street Clear for something big.”

“We’re going to circle back on that later.” Jon said, sharing a pointed glance with Damian. It looked like young Miss Nightingale was going to be getting escorted to and from the Watchtower from now on.

Ah, Clark mused, falling head over heels for someone with no understanding of the concept of self-preservation and a stubborn determination to run straight into the heart of danger without a second thought. It brought back such fond memories. Of both Lois and Bruce. And Diana. And - Hmm. Kara might have been right. Clark might have a type.

Watching the three at the other end of the table and taking them in, Clark realized he might have passed his taste in partners on to his son. Well, at least he’ll be able to give Jon some advise on how to handle the heart attacks Damian and Elle will inevitably give him.

“Harley Quinn doesn’t count. You got any more?”

Elle rolled her eyes, muttering about Harley totally counts, before leaning back in her chair. “I think I’m out. I know there’s more but,” She gave a shrug, “I’m tapped out. Those are all the ones I can think of.”

It was, surprisingly, Bruce that spoke up at that declaration, a slant of amusement to his lips as he asked, “No one else comes to mind?”

Elle waved him off, attention turning to the mountain of alien script they needed her to translate for them. It was the reason she was even there rather than in her office trying to translate whatever incredibly dangerous magic tomb JL Dark had dropped off without accidentally summoning a demon or ending hte world in the process. J’onn was right, they really should give her a raise.“That’s all I got.” She said with a sigh, “Like I said, I know the relevant ones.”

“Hn.”

Twenty minutes of shared looks of amusement and suppressed laughter later Elle’s head shot up, a look of wide eyed embarrassment on her face. “Oh my god.”

“There it is.”

“About time Nightingale, I was starting to be concerned about your mental faculties.”

“Shut up, this so embarrassing!”

“Don’t sweat it kid, we all have our moments.”

“I can’t believe I forgot Signal.”

“What.”

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Context of this snippet if anyone is interested:

This is actually the same AU as the Steph & Jason sibling bonding Anger Management snippet from a bit ago (I’m calling it my Ghosts in Gotham AU in scrivener so I guess that’s what I’ll call it here lol). This time focused on Elle and her misadventures as a Totally Normal Civilian (TM) working for the Justice League with her two besties Jon & Damian (none of them realize yet that they’ve been dating for months).

No idea when this is supposed to take place in terms of timeline with the other snippet, but kinda vibing the idea that while Steph & Jason are having a heart to heart on a rooftop over their shared background and Jason’s future as a dad, Elle is up in the Watchtower telling Bruce Wayne to his face that she has no idea who he is and forgetting Batman is a Gotham vigilante while he’s sitting at the same table as her.

Anyway, this AU has taken over my life. Expect more nonsense to come lol

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dani phantom #danielle phantom #super serious chaos #superseriouschaos #jon kent #jon el kent #Damian Wayne #clark kent #justice league #bruce wayne #barry allen #john stewart #ghosts in gotham au #batfam #elle doesn't pay any attention to the famous people in gotham unless they're trying to kill her or save her #and she might not even pay attention then #and yes this is more of my headcanon that the Justice League is the world's biggest polycule #no i will never let that headcanon go i love it too much #there's a version of this world where Elle never figures out that Bruce Wayne is supposed to be kind of a big deal #years in the future she Dami & Jon are married & she has a new friend she's made over for lunch #and they see some of the family photos and are like #is that fucking Bruce Wayne at your wedding? #Elle - oblivious: oh you know my father-in-law? #Bruce gets unmasked before Elle knows about everyone's identities & he's freaking out while she's just #full lex luthor moment: I have no idea who this is #Bruce: you know who I am now #Elle - does not know who he is but doesn't want to admit to it guessing: Clark Kent?

[shawnxstyles]

don’t keep driving

DATE: FEBRUARY 4, 2023

summary: when your morning starts off on the wrong foot, a certain celebrity cuts you off and makes it even worse. this causes you and harry to bicker before he gets on stage, leaving things unsaid. being his security, you were forced to work around him. while he’s performing, harry makes sure to leave you flustered enough to come into his dressing room at the end of the night.

request: yesss

words: 6.6k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [choking, slight orgasm denial], degrading, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, protected sex (consent is not directly implied here, always ask for consent!), dirty talk), language, and loads of dialogue (especially at the end)

note: the timeline here is completely different from his actual tour. i did describe the la night 8 outfit and a few real incidents that occurred from other shows lmao, but everything else is obviously fictional. enjoy!! harry masterlist

famous!harry x security!reader

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You weren’t the type of person that gets irritated easily. Patience was your forte throughout your whole life, meaning you were rarely impatient to the point of madness.

However, unlike most of your life, you were a little more ticked off today than usual.

It started when your alarm didn’t wake you up this morning. You were so tired from the previous night, you passed out on the sofa in your living room. Your phone was left in your purse and therefore, making you frantically get ready this morning before heading to work.

Then you stopped to get some coffee because last night’s shift was a drag. You didn’t want to feel like crawling out of your skin again. You sipped your drink in the car, on your way to work. You nearly spit it across your windshield when you tasted the bitterness. Looking at the labeling, they completely botched your order with a black coffee. Was a vanilla latte that hard?

Setting the burnt-tasting liquid in a cup holder, you focus on driving. You try to keep your calm, hands gripping the wheel harshly. Traffic was packing up, making you later and later for work. Your head throbbed in stress as you sharply inhaled with a scowl on your face. You pressed the radio on to fill the road raged air. The very much overplayed “As It Was” plays throughout your speakers, making you roll your eyes. Once you exited the freeway, all you had to do was get through a few lights. Just a few stoplights and you would be at work.

Just breathe.

A flashy, red sports car speeds past you, swaying in its lane carelessly. It swerves in front of you, cutting you off entirely. You huff, slamming down on your breaks and honking your horn. You thank heavens that no one is behind you as you switch lanes aggressively and smash the gas pedal to accelerate to his speed. You catch up to the vehicle and glare at the figure. You almost couldn’t believe it.

Ironically, Harry Styles is driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his phone. He grins at the small screen, eyes flicking up and down from the road. You both arrive at a red stop light, breaking ferociously over the white line. The sight of his casualness angers you as you beep again. His head is alerted left toward your car. With knitted eyebrows and a death stare, you flip him off.

As he sits frozen and shocked, you accelerate through the now green light, leaving him in the dust. For some reason, a hint of a smile curls on your lips as you roll into the private parking lot. You show your ID card and pull into the security area. In your rear view mirror, Harry follows closely behind you, parking in a different section.

You smirk to yourself, knowing you gladly flipped off none one other than the Harry Styles.

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You slip through the crowded hallways, anxious from the high-pitched screaming coming from the stadium. The closer it gets to showtime, the more anticipation fills up to the room and leaves everyone on high-alert.

It’s just like any other night.

You worked security at the Kia Forum. Ear piercing screams, blinding lights, and chaotic energy surrounded you almost every night. You knew some people would kill for a job that monitors and guards their favorite bands, and you were immensely grateful, but that doesn’t mean you don’t get stressed out and exhausted by the end of the week.

To add, you worked at the Kia Forum, not for the artist. Meaning, you were not directly affiliated with the band or artist performing there. Many people got confused and begged you for an autograph, but it was rare you talked one on one with the musicians for longer than a minute. Working at the forum helped you to not get attached to certain artists because you got to see a variety of artists every day, so you were never obsessing over one. Again, people would kill for your job.

But out of all the people you’ve worked security for, Harry Styles had to be the… most contradicting and unexpected. At least to you.

You’ve seen hundreds of videos of him online and he seemed like the perfect man with the perfect face. He was kind, charming, and had an old-man sense of humor. His figure was exceptional, making teenage girls fawn over him until they faint (you’ve witnessed it). He’s performed at the forum too many times to count (14 times if you were counting though) and each time he acts the same. Funny. Charming. Delightful. Engaging. Sexy. Emotional. Blah blah blah.

Fans don’t see the side of him that you see. Sometimes, you don’t even think his crew or friends see it. He was one of the only artists that you’ve talked to for more than a minute. And every minute you spent practically spitting at each other, you felt your time being wasted. Truly, Harry was cocky, vain, and couldn’t care less about your feelings. The only appropriate way to act was to deflect his own attitude back at him. You weren’t going to put him on a pedestal just because he was a celebrity; he was a person just like anyone else. You’ve only known him for a total of a few weeks; tonight would be his 15th time at the forum since you’ve worked here. However, the car incident today was your last nerve. Thankfully, this was his last night here before Love on Tour finally traveled out of the country.

Shaking your head, you wash away all of the pounding thoughts in your head. You rush around the back rooms in anticipation and anxiousness. Scurrying through the endless hallways, your foot snags in a random extension cord too quickly to balance yourself. Bracing for the fall, your arms extend out, only to be caught by the man whose name is plastered around the arena tonight. Tattooed arms lift you up to your feet as you try to balance yourself, chest pushing off of his chest. A smirk rises on his lips at your proximity as you roll your eyes until they touch the back of your skull.

“A thank you would be much appreciated,” Harry doesn’t remove his arms from beneath yours, keeping you closer than you’d like to be.

You swallow, green eyes piercing yours addictingly. You quickly glance at his outfit; a pastel pink T-shirt with a sequin teddy bear and blue leather pants. Harry Styles, the image, was adorable, sweet, and sexy— something you could’ve admitted at one point in your life. But since you’ve had your eyes opened by Harry, the real one, your blood boils every time he speaks, arrogance laced in his tongue. He was immature, and his childlike mannerisms crumpled any belief that ever found him endearing or sensible.

The only thing that may be sensitive was his ego, which made Mount Everest look small in comparison. Even though he did somehow manage to make a teddy bear shirt sexy, you would never in a million years tell him that.

“You were in my way,” You grumble, pushing yourself off of him. Your fingers felt the valley of his abs through his shirt as you brushed over them swiftly. Swallowing thickly, you stand in front of him with a locked jaw, acting like you didn’t just feel down his torso.

“If anythin’, y’were in my way—”

“Oh, sorry, did I ruin your makeup? Boo hoo. I didn’t ask for you to catch me!” You taunt and shout, eyes furrowed in irritation.

“Think I’d just let you fall?” His tone was surprisingly soft, and in some way, convincingly genuine, but you ignored it.

“Yes, I think that’s exactly what you’d do,” You click your tongue as your eyes bulge from their sockets. Harry’s nose flares while his lips are pursed tightly together.

“That doesn’t make me look good though, does it, darling?” Now, he tries to act soft, sweeping some of your hair to the side. You swat his ringed fingers away in disgust, infamously rolling your eyes. The trace of his fingers left a burning trail on your skin.

“And texting while driving does? Let’s all hail Harry for being such a great role model!” Your arms cross as your eyes roll dramatically for the hundredth time this minute. “For all I know, you were probably sexting some French model.”

Harry instantly remembers a few hours ago, when he was driving unsafely near the forum. He continuously stared at the adorable video on the screen instead of the road, accidentally cutting you off when he swerved into your lane. He cringes at the memory and your comment. As you spin away from him with annoyance sizzling off of you, he grips your elbow and swings you around to face him again. Your body twirls irritatingly too close to him as he holds you tightly by your elbows.

“S‘important,” It wasn’t really. It was just a heartwarmingly sweet video of his Goddaughter getting her nails officially done for the first time. He doesn’t know why he pulled you back toward him. He knows you didn’t like him and would rather breathe poisonous chemicals than the air surrounding him. But for some reason he needed you to know that he wasn’t texting some French model.

How did he mess up that bad?

“Sexting is more important than your life?” Your eyebrows lift as your eyes hang wearily at his dumb statement.

“Since when do y’care about my life?”

“I don’t. I care about other people’s lives. Which you endangered with your reckless driving!” Your shouts echo throughout the halls as the screams from the stands get more noisy and impatient for Harry’s arrival. “You have such a God-complex. Thinking you’re always right,” You grumble with a head shake.

“But if m’not right then that makes y’right, huh? So who really has the ‘God-complex’?” A smirk crawls up his face, arrogance inflating his ego. You huff under your breath, eyes squinting tiny daggers into his soul. Your skin boils with angered heat, fists bawling to contain it.

“Two minutes, Harry! Need you under the stage now!” A crew member jogs and calls for him across the way. Harry sincerely smiles in affirmation as the member slips back underneath the stage.

“Why do you act like you’re so high and mighty all the time? Just because you’re famous doesn’t mean you get to break the law!” You practically spit in his face.

“I break more things than you’d like to know,” He licks his lips with his unexpected innuendo, causing your heart to randomly speed up. His cocky attitude triggered you more than you would like to admit.

“That’s it! Your ego. Somebody needs to humble you.”

“I would say I’m quite humble. You are not.”

“Maybe that big ego is to make up for something,” You fire at him before he could continue to say a snarky comment back. You fold your arms as his face freezes and his words stop. He clicks his tongue as a psychotic laugh suddenly tumbles from his throat. You furrow your eyebrows at him concerningly.

“You are so fuckin’ in for it,” His voice is deep near your ear as he slips past you, jogging away. You didn’t know you were holding your breath until you walked out into the arena, bursting with lively energy and high-levels of anticipation. As best as you could, you shake off the sound of Harry’s voice; demanding, alluring, and almost… lustful.

You approach one of your co-workers, who is also one of your best friends, and greet her with a fist bump. The barrier was surrounded by guards to begin with, so your presence probably wasn’t needed, but the cash was good for a night shift. And plus, the shows were extremely fun, even if they were for Harry Styles.

—

You might not care for Harry, but his fans were something else. Laughter bubbles up in your throat from reading their ridiculous and out-of-pocket posters.

The jumbo-tron pans to a large white poster that says ‘DADDY?’, causing Harry to shift his attention that way. He stares at the sign, holding back a devilish smirk that you knew all too well.

“Yes?” He says, smile breaking as his laughter echoes in the microphone. Everyone screams so ridiculously loud, you swear there wasn’t a single person silent. “All I can say is, yes?”

The fans continue to scream at his taunting and devilish behavior. Your mouth falls open and you gasp, wondering if it’s true or if he’s just doing it for the fans. You imagine using the name in bed, and heat rushes up to your face when you imagine Harry with you. If he was anything like he was on stage, he was probably into edging and choking as well. He constantly “edged” the audience and pretended to choke himself during one of his songs. Your eyes blur as your body begins to sweat from the lewd idea; Harry’s hand around your neck while he fucks you so deep your eyes are rolling back for a new reason other than his cockiness. You curse at yourself and rapidly shake your head because Harry was the last person you should be having dirty thoughts of.

As the night goes on, Harry eventually transitions into “Keep Driving”, which he has been waiting for all night. Ever since you and Harry’s conversation in the hallway, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you. He hasn’t forgotten the way your hand traced his abdomen and how warm your face felt under his fingertips. He especially didn’t forget your little comment. He peers at the back of your head as the intro starts, his hands resting tightly around the microphone. He starts singing, excitedly waiting for the bridge.

You actually really liked his music, and it frustrated you sometimes that he was so annoying because it made it hard to appreciate. However, as a new song begins you face your attention to the popstar smoothly singing the words.

“Passports and footwells, kiss her and don’t tells,” Harry sings, eyes gliding toward yours as he winks. A group of girls screams happily behind you, but you had a strange feeling it wasn’t for them. Your heart jumps as you watch his eyes drift away to other parts of the audience. You continue to watch him with squinted eyes and a chewed lip, trying to decipher why he just did that.

The entire crowd sings along to the absurd and random bridge, everyone putting their full heart into it. It was endearing to see so many people coming together to appreciate a common interest. A reason you loved this job was because you loved music, and every day it reminded you of how many people loved it just as much.

“Cocaine, side boob, choke her with a sea view,” Harry motions his hand towards his throat, pretending to choke himself. You notice how he pinches the sides without gripping all the way, wondering if he did that on purpose or not. When it comes to choking (as a sexual act), it is important to not fully wrap a hand around their neck, so they don’t… well, pass out or die. If he knew that, that must mean he’s into it…

His green eyes locked on yours for every word of that line, his mouth wide as he husked out the lyrics. You swallow, heart racing as familiar heat creeps up your neck. Before you could look away, he removes his hand from his own neck and points directly at you. Your eyes widen as you forget to breathe, coughing on your flusteredness.

What. The. Fuck?

With uneven and strangled breaths, you tell one of your co-workers that you feel unwell and need to use the restroom. He nods understandably and you jog to the nearest bathroom.

As Harry continues to perform, he notices you vanished. He wasn’t sure when, but your figure was no longer stuck standstill to the left of the stage after he finished Matilda and Little Freak. Something in him pangs with pain, but he assumes it’s from the depressing songs he just sang. He doesn’t have enough time to ponder and find the real answer because the delicate Satellite intro begins to play throughout the arena. He begins to sing just like he has all night, but he can’t keep his eyes from wandering to that empty gap between all the workers.

—

The iconic and chaotic screams of tonight become only a memory as the show ends. Thousands of stylish people begin to leave the arena safely with the help of security like yourself. However, you left the room right when the show ended because you were too unwell to say the least.

When you came back from the bathroom after Harry’s little choking charade, you came back to him dancing and singing as if nothing happened. As the night continued on, his enchanting eyes would hook onto yours for a second too long. Every time he strategically moved, hand sliding seductively down his torso or hips swaying sexily, his eyes would burn holes in your skin.

Saying you were flushed and flustered during the concert was an understatement; you felt like you were bathing in a sauna on a summer day. The anger that bubbled under your heated skin didn’t help in cooling you down; it only made you more furious that his little antics affected you so easily. You tried to deny the fact that he was looking directly at you by rolling your eyes, but when he did it more than occasionally with that infamous smirk on his face, it confirmed the theory.

You pushed through the authorized doors, sweating under your uniform. You were determined to find him and talk to him. In some twisted way, you felt like he had some power over you now. Like he had won this stupid little war you had. You knew he knew what he was doing, and you were sure he had an idea of how it made you feel. You didn’t like that.

When your blazing eyes discover his dressing room door, you pound your clenching fist against it. You don’t wait for him to answer before opening the door impatiently yourself.

“Harry—” Your words get caught in your throat as you eye the half naked man in front of you. Harry stands shirtless across the small room, sweat glistening on his tattooed skin as a towel rests upon his shoulder. He casually turns around, an unamused expression on his face. You gulp, pushing all your feelings down. “What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” Harry asks innocently as he dabs the towel over his sheer skin. You try not to avert your eyes from his face, but he’s making it incredibly difficult to not look at his toned abs and arms.

“The hand! On the neck!” You whisper-shout at him as he nonchalantly strides closer to you and lays the towel on the couch. You remain angry as he stands in front of you with a guiltless look on his face.

“I beg your pardon?” He politely states with huge eyes, causing you to growl and nearly punch him in the mouth. Maybe if you did it hard enough, he would never talk again. You heavily considered it.

“Th-the choking thing!” You stumble over your words out of frustration. His body radiated heat that you were close enough to feel, heart pounding unwillingly in your chest from the sudden proximity.

“Ohh, you mean this?” Harry delicately rests his ringed hand over your neck, any word you even thought about saying got caught in your throat.

His fingertips press lightly against the pulses on your neck, metal digging into your skin delightfully. You attempt to swallow your saliva as your heart beats crazily. After a few seconds, your vision gets slightly dizzy and your heart stammers faster and faster. He releases the pressure, hand remaining lightly around your throat. You take heavy breaths, looking up at him as flames light up in your irises.

“Har—”

“Ah ah, no talking yet. I think you’ve done enough of that,” He demands deeply with a threatening press to your pulse. You obey with a heavy puff as he releases, not having much of a choice. Being right next to the door, his opposite hand twists the tiny lock, trapping you inside.

“Do you remember what you said before I went on?” As your mind flashes through the memories of tonight, you’re reminded of a handful of things you said to him. But you didn’t know which one he was referring to, so you shake your head. “My ego. You said it was so big it must make up for something. What did you mean by that?”

Your eyes widen as heat crawls up your skin quickly. Harry can feel you gulp against his hand as you remember the underlying reason behind the insult.

Harry knew what you meant, he just wanted to hear you say it. Your little bursts of anger gave him enjoyment and relief, especially after 15 shows working together. The acid that spat from your mouth always ignited a fire inside of him that he’s never felt from anyone else. He never understood it, but when he was on stage and saw how flustered you were, it finally clicked. Your little comment earlier gave him an opportunity.

“Your dick is small,” You grumble, looking down at the carpeted floor.

“What was that?”

“Your dick. Is. Small.” You emphasize every repeated word with an irritating puff. Like earlier, a psychotic chuckle elicits from his mouth, scaring you from his unknown thoughts.

“I don’t like your big, bratty attitude.”

“It’s nowhere near as big as your ego.”

With your words and his rippled laughter, the last thing you expected him to do was kiss you. It was sloppy and hungry as he ripped apart your jacket until the zipper broke. You gasp as it falls to the floor around you, allowing him to slip his tongue dangerously into your agape mouth. His lips move in rhythm against yours, teeth clanging with desperation. Your hands intertwine with his damp curls and you tug them viciously. A groan elicits from his throat as his hand tightens around your neck. He pulls away, both of you heaving from the intensity and heat.

“What the–”

“No talking. Got it, brat?” His grasp is strong against you, rings pinching your skin tastefully. Your cunt aches underneath the tight fabric of your uniform, frustratingly horny from his appeal. His muscles bulk as he chaotically unbuttons your pants, yanking them down thighs.

You hastingly flip off your shoes, cursing at yourself for giving into him. His rough palms on your skin set you on fire; shots of electricity soaring straight to your clit. The blinding pinches of his fingers around your throat create a pool of arousal in your panties, and it disgusts you how turned on you are from him.

“How wet are you right now?”

“Drier than a desert,” You lie through gritted teeth as he pushes you harsher against the wall.

“I’ll see about that.”

Following his own word, his free hand slips past your underwear and cups your pussy. A strangled noise leaves you at the feeling of his bare hand touching you so vulnerably. He has you at his mercy, for once not being able to fight back. Instinctively, you grind once over his rugged palm needily and he growls at your heavy arousal.

“Fuckin’ brat,” He spits, rubbing against your heat ferociously. For the first time tonight, you moan unwilling at his movements, hands grasping securely on his shoulder blades.

With a smug smirk, Harry continues to itch your clit, giving you a blissful friction that has your eyes rolling. Your stomach tenses as you bite your lip forcefully, containing all of your noises. You almost forget about his hand on your neck until he presses along your pulses. Stars begin to gloss over your vision as heated lust fogs up your mind. You feel your body float into the sky until you're seeing the clouds of pure ecstasy surround you.

As the burning blood runs through your veins again, you take a deep breath that causes you to moan out loudly. You slap a hand over your own mouth at your foolishness, knowing that anyone could hear you and know exactly what was going on.

You see, Harry is famous. He can get away with a lot of things like sleeping with a fan or maybe even texting and driving. But you, an average security worker, could not. If someone knew what you were doing right now, you’d be fired on the spot.

However, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as Harry slots a slender finger inside of you. You whimper at how easily he slipped it in. You were so fucking turned on, you could fix the drought. He simply curls his digit as you clutch around him, causing him to hiss.

Harry removes his hand from your panties, causing your eyes to shoot open and glare at him angrily. He brings your wetness up to his mouth and widens, sucking away all of your juices from his fingertips. Your chest heaves at the sight, exasperated and outraged that he’s having so much fun with this.

“For someone so hostile, you taste very sweet,” His taunts, making you growl. You try to push him off of you because you were sick of him. Sick of his games and sick of his ego. Way too sick of his ego. You didn’t have time for this. But he holds you secure by locking you to the wall with his hand. “Nuh uh, we’re not done just yet. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part. You know, where I show you you’re wrong.”

With a skillful hand, he unzips his trousers and tears your panties off your body. You gasp, shocked at how impulsive he’s being. He pushes his briefs down until they’re around his ankles. His cock springs free, large and leaking. His tip is pink followed by several veins running along the sides. You can see its neglect, aching and desperate– you can feel the pain. But your heart stammers wildly in your chest when you really comprehend his size. He was thick and bulky, but also long and lengthy. It almost looked fake because it was so surreal. People would pay big money for that, and having an idea of his income, maybe he had.

“Did you pay for that? Because there is no way,” You whisper breathily in the heated silence. He magically slips on a miraculous condom that he must have gotten while you were daydreaming in a haze. Of course, he just has condoms with him. He chuckles hoarsely and shortly as he leans closer toward your ear.

“All natural, baby,” He rasps from the aftermath of singing all night. His breath is soft and electrifying on your skin, causing your cunt to throb with undeniable desire.

His thumb rests on your pulsating clit, petting it delicately, unlike the roughness of his hand on your throat. Your thighs clench, sensitive because he’s being such a tease. He runs his fingertips over your wetness as more begins to leak out of you, his cold, metal rings grazing the skin of your inner thighs.

“What is taking you so long? Scared your fake dick is going to fall off?” You strangle out your snarky words from behind his choking grasp. He clenches his teeth in annoyance as he grips your supple thigh and hooks it around his hip.

“I was going to ask if you were ready, but since you want to be so impatient, I don’t really give a fuck anymore,” And with that, he thrusts inside of you completely.

Harry tucks himself deep in you, giving you no mercy with his vicious movements. Your nosy moan echoes throughout the tiny dressing room, but you didn’t have enough self-awareness to stop it. His thick cock stretches out your walls so deliciously, your pussy constricts snuggly around him. He groans at your tightness, wet and warm all around him. He plunges brisker into you, addicted to the feeling of your velvety cunt wrapping him.

Your legs tremble with his powerful propels. If he wasn’t pinning you with his cock wrathfully into the wall, you’re sure your legs would give out from underneath you. You squeeze your leg hooked on his hip, bringing him closer and deeper inside of you. You both share a collective groan at the new feeling, touching a place that sends you both into overwhelming bliss.

“Still small?” He husks smugly as his hand caresses the nape of your neck, controlling your pulses. Harry moans when you grind your hips into his, rubbing against his shaft mesmerizingly.

“I’m,” You try to contain your moan in order to drain his satisfaction, “unimpressed.”

“Really? How about I go deeper?” Like before, he lifts up your other leg, latching your body completely to his. You gasp as you leave the ground, hands digging into his shoulders brutally. He shoves you against the wall, fingers restricting your airflow as he slams into harsher than before.

Harry rams inside of you at a new angle, intensifying the pleasure to an even higher level than before. His thrusts are brutally quick, as if he was trying to win a race. Losing your grip, one of your hands falls down his crafted torso, tracing his toned and tattooed skin. Your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy as you lose reality. You feel your spirit leave your body; you swear you were dangling above yourself. With your lack of oxygen, the world slowly slips away from you in a lustful haze. If you died now, you would be beyond pissed because you were with Harry, but at least you had the best sex of your whole life.

But you would never, in a million years, tell Harry that.

His coarse hand drags down your abdomen, leaving a blaze in its trail. His rugged thumb circles hastingly over your bud, causing flashes of your orgasm to appear in view at the sensation. As your head begins to drop forward, Harry releases the blinding pressure from your neck and slams his hand on the wall to balance on. You desperately inhale, craving the oxygen to bring you back to the present.

When your stomach tightens and you squeeze around his length, it alerts you both that you were on the brink of your orgasm. The overwhelming pleasure from his cock doesn’t miss to prevail over you as he jabs your cunt with no sympathy. Your nails scratch along his butterfly tattoo that sits beautifully in between you both, almost too innocent to be involved in such a sinful act. The head of his shaft repeatedly hits your g-spot, eliciting loud cries from your mouth. He doesn’t try to quiet you.

“Tell me, Y/N. Tell me who’s making you feel this good,” Harry demands as he rocks and flicks his hips skillfully. You were too desperate and way too close to reply with a sassy remark. However, your mind flashes over the memory of tonight when Harry read that sign. That sign. You knew if you didn’t listen to him he would take it away from you.

You hated how he had so much control over you. But your body thought otherwise.

“You! You’re making me feel so good, Daddy,” Breathless moans and mewls tumble from your mouth as your climax shakes your whole body. “So deep.”

He growls heavily against your ear, your body vibrating from the effect. A devilish smirk haunts your lips at how affected he is by the simple name, and in some way, you felt like you had a centimeter of his control.

“Daddy, huh? God, you’re such a slut,” He grunts, squeezing the back of your neck as he twitches inside of you. “Am I still small? Hm?”

“N-no, you’re big, Daddy. So deep inside of me. Fuck, I’m gonna come,” You whine embarrassingly as your head shakes against the wall.

“Come, Y/N. Come all over my big cock,” He husks in your ear as you continue to thrash on the wall. To silence you, Harry catches your lips with his. Your pussy tightens around his length as your orgasm waves over you. Your body and mind submerges into a blissful fog as your climax surrounds him. His thrusts become languid and messy as he feels your cum soak his cock. Your tongue slips graciously along his pink lips, helping him finish. If you weren’t in an orgasmic haze, you would have walked out and left him edged.

With a string of profanities against your lips, his length spasms against your walls. His cum shoots into the condom, and within a few moments, his movements still.

Heavy breathing, hearts racing, muscles trembling, and sweat glistening, you two stand with your bodies pressed together. You swallow at the awkward aftermath because you didn’t think this far. You never even thought this was a possibility in any universe.

You just had sex with Harry. Oh shit.

He watches as you come to the realization. You quickly push him off of you and pull up your pants. You wince when you notice that you have no underwear because Harry tore them to shreds. Slipping on your shoes, Harry saunters over to his vanity and wraps a towel around his waist.

“Don’t act so terrified, Y/N,” His familiar cocky and nonchalant character was back like normal, and in all honesty, it gave you some type of comfort. His attitude gave you an excuse to be irritated and allowed you to shift away from the awkwardness that remained wrapped around your throat. Even if he was across the room from you now, you could still feel the tight grasp of his ringed fingers pinching your neck. You had a feeling that everything he did would now somehow remind you of sex with him.

“How are you so okay right now? Do you just do this with everyone?”

“What do you mean?”

“So you just bring people back here after every show and have sex with them?”

“Bloody hell, Y/N. No, I don’t do that,” He practically winces from your accusation, and you subconsciously relax your muscles at his denial. “Never done that actually.”

“So then what was this?”

“Technically, you came in here,” He pins you with a knowing look and you roll your eyes with a huff.

“Just so you know, no one can know about this, okay? And I know you probably couldn’t give less of a shit, but I could be fired,” Your jaw ticks as your eyes wander around the room, refusing to look at him directly.

“I won’t tell anyone. Promise,” Although he is a cocky and sarcastic jerk, you can’t help but realize that his tone is one hundred percent genuine. With a simple nod, you take his word for it and start to exit the room.

“By the way, you owe me new underwear.”

“Anything you like in particular?” With your hand on the knob, you think for a moment.

“I want one of everything. I know it won’t even put a dent in your pocket, but I like to think that I did,” As his chuckle fills your ears, it becomes more and more distant as you exit the small room. Security and crew buzz around the hallways, shocking you frozen immediately. You’re praying that nobody saw you walk out of Harry’s room, let alone heard you five minutes ago.

“Y/N! There you are. Did you know that the crew had a prank war under the stage? It was so funny, God, you just had to be there. And I was laughing my ass off when Harry’s bus left without Harry,” Your co-worker pats your shoulder as she laughs. In any normal circumstance, you would join in on her hysterics, but a small gasp leaves your mouth as your hand covers your lips.

“They left?”

“Yeah. They always leave in a rush I guess,” She replies to your question and then rambles on about the pranks from the crew. Your head turns back to peer at Harry’s dressing room door. You notice that the little paper with his name has been removed from the slot.

Everything was too chaotic for anyone to know where he was.

Now, that’s hilarious.

You subtly giggle as you and your friend trail down the hallway. In the back of your mind, you imagine Harry sitting all alone in the room. He probably had a valet take his car, so now he had nothing. You assumed most of his belongings were on the bus, and maybe that even meant his phone. Impulsively, you tell your friend you have to go to the bathroom and turn around. You head back to his dressing room and enter without knocking this time. Unlike before, he’s fully dressed with an annoyed look on his face. You tuck your lips inside of your mouth, trying to contain your giggles at his irritation of the situation.

“You know they left? Without me? How do they even do that?!” You can’t hold it back anymore as your laughter ripples from you. You cover the noise with your hands, but it’s no use.

“They probably realized they don’t really like you anymore.”

“Oh, ha ha. So funny, Y/N,” Harry says facetiously and rolls his eyes as he stuffs everything in his small carry-on bag. “I feel like this is the moment where you offer me a ride.”

“Mm only if I get something out of it.”

“Anything you want I can probably get it, let’s just go,” He ushers you both out of the door and when you walk into the hallway this time, it’s empty. You don’t hear a peep as you trudge through the carpeted walkways all the way outside to the secure parking lot. You get to your car and you both slip inside when you unlock it.

“You know, I expected better from you.”

“I will leave you here,” You glare at him from across the console.

“I can get you a car. Do you want the one I was driving earlier? The red reminds me of how ferocious you are all the time.”

“You mean the one that you nearly killed me with? No thanks,” You shove the key into the ignition and reverse out of the deserted area. “You know, you never told me what you were actually doing on your phone anyway.”

“Oh, I was looking at a video of my Goddaughter. She was getting her nails painted,” He smiles softly, recalling the short clip of her pure happiness.

“Sounds adorable, but that was still wrong,” He groans and slams his head against the heat rest. You smile smugly in satisfaction as you speed through the empty roads of LA, completely contradicting your opinion.

His bus leaving was like perfect karma that was made to humble him. Maybe Harry wasn’t the worst person ever. As long as you had the wheel.

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tags: @crybabyddl @raajali3

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[0oolookitsme]

Falling in Love

Type- One-Shoty Blurb

Verse- Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n

Word Count- 1.3k

Warnings- Just sweet, sweet fluff and a very light description of the anxiety that comes with falling in love.

A/N- This one, y'all, is a special one.

This fic celebrates more than one occasion. I published my first ever fic on this site on July 20, 2021. And this is also a goodbye to The Love On Tour which ends today, July 22. I chose (Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n) for this, because it is the first universe I ever created, and Harry is a singer in this au, so that kind of fit as well. Also, you people never failed to show your favouritism when it came to any fic I posted in this 'verse -- I love you, and thank you so much for that. I'll be honest, this isn't the original the fic I wanted to post today, but I had to because somehow, I wasn't able to finish it in time. Maybe by the next weekend I'll have it finished, don't mark my words on that though.

So, I really hope you enjoy this fic, which depicts a scene from (Singer!Harry x Ceo!Y/n)'s early stages of relationship, when they'd just started falling in love.

I love you and thank you, a LOT ;) -A.

A little out of breadth Y/n climbed in her car, immediately turning on the AC on full. It was a melting hot day in New York, and she couldn't be more frustrated.

Sitting in the car, she switched on her mobile data for her playlist to start singing. But just as she hit play, a text from Harry popped up on her screen, a smile stretching out on her mouth just in time. She scrolled down her notification bar to see what it was, and it made her sad, the fact that she couldn't smile any wider.

Obviously, he was trying to make her insides churn -- why else would he ask her: 'would you like some croissant, mon chouchou?' Her nose scrunched up as she let her head hit the headrest of the seat, trying to swallow down her screech of giddiness.

With fists clenched tight because there was no other way she could express her ecstasy right now, she allowed herself to open her hand and loosen-up her jaw. 'I'd very much love some! Where are you right now?' She texted back, hoping she could pick him up.

Driving out and straight onto the main lane, she stopped about mid-way through, the street packed with cars and bikes.

Y/n looked up once again, to make sure the traffic light really was red, and right as she was about to look back down, they turned green -- and this is the first time she's been mad about that. Tossing her phone on the passenger seat as she turned her car on the left, she hoped that Harry would reply before she reached the U-Cut.

And while her full attention was on the road, she couldn't help but look at her phone screen from the corner of her eyes. Should she just call him? She slowed down her speed, waiting and waiting and immediately stopping on the side of the lane when he finally texted back: 'Cornelia Street, why?'

Her whole face scrunched up in confusion, as she quickly typed: 'what the hell?' She hit send too quickly, but still kept on typing. 'it's like an hour away! how are you gonna make it? the metro-station will shut down soon!' She texted him again, starting her car again to start driving.

The quicker she reached him, the better. She just hoped that she wouldn't have to stop at a red light again.

'I dunno... maybe get an Uber?' Her screen lit up with his text. 'Anyways, which one do you want?' He texted again, this time attaching 2 photos.

Y/n lightly shook her head, not able to believe that she's going to be driving for an hour to pick up this weird man she seems to have developed a huge crush on, when all she wanted to do leaving the office was to pass out on the lovely forest green sofa in her living room. And she only gets more confused when she sees her phone light up from the corner of her eyes again.

'Pick up whichever one you're eating, H' she sent him a voice message, not careless enough to text him that while driving at this speed. But just as she turns on the next road, a groan rumbles from the back of her throat when she sees another traffic-jam. It sure isn't as hideous as the previous one, but it's making her late, nevertheless.

Rien Que Toi et Moi started playing on low volume in the car as she picked her phone again, going straight to the text Harry had sent her.

'okay, you're clearly too busy to type 'gruyere croissant'. So, I will buy it for you even though I'm taking a chocolate one' was the first text, and the next one made her grin quite wide in slight embarassment. It said, 'Cause someone needs to be sweet to keep your salty ass sane'

'Don't get all grumpy with me now, we both know you can't live for even a day without salt' she texted back, chuckling already. 'And don't book any taxi, I'm on my way to pick you up!' She wrote again, now suddenly embarrassed.

This time, she threw her phone on the seat for once and for all, determined to stop only when she's on Cornelia Steet.

And as she drove, her mind was still on Harry. It hadn't escaped her, the fact that he remembered her favourite croissant, and knew she wanted that one only, even when she didn't say so. She knows that he too knows he'll be eating half of hers and then offer her a half of his'. Staying with her, he'd grown to like a lot of her favourites.

But what he's surely got to notice, is that a lot of his favourites, are now Y/n's as well. It's more than often that she's caught doing things that he loves to do, learning about things that he always talks to her about. And she remembered something flashing in his eyes when she told him that she's only doing it so that she can chat a little more about it with him.

Driving with her window rolled down, Y/n slowly and slowly felt herself calming down and little by little, falling for Harry -- with his little quirks and habits that make him who he is. But still there was a slight tightness in the midst of her chest that frightened her, a little alarm that always went off blaring every time her eyes landed on Harry, screaming at her to turn around, that she still had time, and her heartrate would go impossibly high.

But she knew, she had nothing to lose. The most that could happen was that he'd break her heart and people will stop murmuring about how she's got some colour in her face and a small smile on her mouth every time she walked by. And the gossips about her being cold-hearted would return. She didn't have anything more to lose and for some weird reason whenever she saw Harry, something inside her, maybe her heart, pointed at him and whispered without a pause in her ears, 'that's the one, that's the one.'

It's when she passes the board-sign with 'Cornelia Street' written across it that she parks on the side of the lane again. Picking up her phone, she texts Harry 'I'm in front of the 'Books and Lattes' cafe. Where are you?'

And it was like Harry was already on his phone because he responded right away. 'Should be visible on the first zebra-crossing you stop at!' his text said, and all of a sudden, a hint of giddiness bubbled inside her at the realization that finally she'll be seeing him.

And Y/n did see him, just as she slowed down as she neared the crossing. She looked to her left fist, out the passenger side window and in a split second her eyes found the pair of forest-green eyes that she longed to take a walk in all the damn time.

His Cheshire-cat grin so charming, it felt as though he had aimed it straight at heart, as he walked towards her. And just to poke fun at him, she didn't unlock the door -- rolling down the window instead. He waved at her with a dimpled smile, just a few steps away and as he went to open the door, "hey there, beau" she teased.

Harry rested his elbows on the sill, looking at her with a mockingly intense gaze. "Lose your croissant or unlock the door," he said quickly and laughed at her groan as he went to sit beside her. "I'm hurt that you'd choose a croissant over me!"

"I'm surprised that you're surprised," Y/n said, while backing up just a bit to turn into the other lane.

She heard him sigh and then saw him dramatically rub his forehead. "Disappointed, but not surprised," he said.

"Oh, c'mon darling-"

"I'm not your darling when 'm pissed at you!"

Letting out an amused laugh, she intertwined their hands in the heat of the moment, and that same old alarm went off blaring. "Now look who's being salty," she stated as a matter of fact, shaking her head when Harry muttered, 'you're never going to let that go, are you?'

And somewhere on the inside, a little voice in her head mumbled, "uh oh, I'm falling in love."

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[gurugirl]

How To Get Out of a Ticket*

Summary: You get pulled over by Officer Styles and you'll do anything to get out of a ticket. 2.7k words

Warnings: Officer Styles isn't nice and he's quite a (big) dick, smut, degradation, cheating, unprotected sex, mean Harry, power imbalance, you causing a mess in Officer Styles' backseat, NSFW, 18+ only

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You weren't accustomed to driving on the left side of the road so you were trying your best to keep in your lane while searching for where the windshield wipers toggle would be as it began to lightly rain.

"Fuck!!!" You shout into the quiet car as you haphazard your way down the road. Your vacation to London started out perfectly and tonight was no different. You'd been able to meet up with friends you met at college and reminisce. It was your first time in the UK and your first time driving on the left side of the road.

You pressed the brakes as you came to a sharp corner, still searching for the toggle for the wipers to activate, it was difficult seeing out the rain-droplet-covered windshield. You slowed down too quickly, though as the car you were driving began to skid a little. When you'd regained control of the car you kept yourself at a slower pace while still reaching around behind the steering wheel to feel for the wipers toggle.

Suddenly there were lights flashing behind you and you realized you were being pulled over. Fuck fuck. This car didn't even belong to you. It was your friend's that you'd borrowed.

You pulled your car over to the side of the narrow street and the police vehicle behind you pulled in near your rear bumper.

After a few minutes of you taking deep breaths the police officer arrived at your window and tapped, motioning with his finger to open it.

You rolled your window down and planted a big smile on your face and tried to get your story straight in your mind, but telling the truth was probably going to the be the best way out of this.

When he leaned in, he shined a light into the car and asked you for your driver's license. His voice was deep and smooth. You couldn't make out his face just yet with the light shining at you.

You remained quiet until he leaned in again, handing your California ID back to you. He turned off the light and that's when you saw his handsome features.

"You were driving quite erratically back there. Care to explain what's going on?" He placed his elbows into your open window and ducked down enough to hear you, but with the rain and splashes that were dripping down into the car was distracting to you both.

"I am not used to driving on this side of the road. I'm so sorry!" You explained. The officer uncrossed his arms and dipped his face back down again to look at you.

"Let's go sit in my car. It'll be easier than standing out here in the rain."

You followed him to his car and got into the passenger seat where you tried explaining what'd happened but you were struck by how gorgeous this man was. You could see tattoos peaking out from the edge of his cuffed shirt along his forearm, his light green eyes taking in your own appearance, dark curls, now wetted with rain, sharp jawline...

You adjusted yourself in the seat in a way that allowed your skirt to ride up dangerously high, but not so that it would appear you'd done it on purpose. Maybe you could flirt your way out of this. Or who knows, maybe you could wind up getting lucky tonight after all, as that was your goal when you went out in the first place.

You didn't miss the way the officer looked down at your bare thigh and then back up to your eyes as you spoke about how you couldn't find the wiper toggle.

"When we're done here, do you think you could help me find the toggle? I know it sounds so dumb, but I just don't know where it is. I'm so dumb sometimes. I'm sorry officer." You smile up at him and bit your lip.

His face remained stoic and calm but he did allow his gaze to drop to your lips.

"I can take a look when we're done here. That car you're driving, is not registered to you, nor is it a rental. Who's vehicle is that?" He speaks with his eyes pinned on you.

"It's my friend's actually. I'd really like to avoid a ticket or anything at all if possible." You lick your lips and drag your eyes over his uniform and broad stature.

"And how would you avoid such a fate? I should be writing you a ticket right now." He cocked his head in wait for your answer.

"I'd be so thankful if you didn't. I don't know what I could do to avoid getting a ticket. Is there any way to talk you out of it?" You noticed his name tag pinned over the breast pocket of his shirt, Officer Styles.

"You should be thankful. But I don't accept bribes via talk. If you're plan is to talk your way out of it then you're out of luck." He furrowed his brows as you wiggled a bit in your seat, angling yourself toward him.

"I see. Well, Officer Styles, is there anything I can do if talk is off the table?" You gulp hard. You were really pressing your luck here. You could get thrown in jail for your behavior.

Officer Styles pulled his eyes from you and leaned forward toward where a black box sat on his dash. He flipped a metal switch down and the green lights that blinked along the front dimmed down and only one red light remained lit. He turned back to you and put his hand through his hair as he looked at your mouth then back down to your thighs, which were now quite exposed from the position you were seated in. When you saw his attention on your thighs you parted your legs a couple of inches in invitation, if he felt so inclined.

"I have something in mind. But I'll need you to comply fully. No talking back, no smart mouth, just do as I say and I'll let you go without a fine."

Your eyes widened and you nodded at him as he slid his warm palm over the inside of your thigh and upward into your skirt. You opened your legs further for his access as the officer turned his whole body toward you.

"Okay. Good." He pinched at your thigh as he told you the rules, "We're going to move into the back seat and you're going to ride my cock like the little slut you are. But if I hear one bratty thing come out of your mouth I'm not going to let you come. Instead, I'm gonna fuck your mouth raw until you can't see or speak. Understood?"

You nodded and squeaked out a whine. Officer Styles was so fucking hot and you were going to get fucked by him in the backseat of his police vehicle. His dominance was a turn on and you wanted to comply so he'd be pleased with you.

You both exited the car and climbed into his back seat. You were immediately being dragged across the seat into the officer's lap where he pushed his lips onto yours, licking at your mouth, causing you to open up for him. The kiss was frantic and hard and you whined again, feeling his hardness poke at your center. He flipped your skirt up and grasped onto your ass, squeezing incredibly hard making you moan into his mouth. You ground down over him and he tilted his hips upward allowing you more friction from his cock.

Suddenly Officer Styles grabbed you by your hips and moved you off of him and began undoing his belt and trousers, pulling them down just enough so that he could pull his thick cock out through the front opening of his briefs.

You waited patiently for him as you watched his hard cock sway with it's heavy weight. You couldn't wait to sink down on him and feel it inside of you.

"Alright, now climb back up. Gonna show you how sluts get treated when they try to bribe cops." He spread his legs and planted his feet flat on the floor of the backseat.

You climbed over him, feeling your panties already soaked. He was hot and bossy and his cock looked very delicious. When you'd settled over him he slid his fingers into the band of your thong and ripped at it, causing the fabric to fall away from you. Now your bare, wet pussy was nudged onto his his thick and wide cock. You rocked over him again, wanting to feel him against you.

He smacked your ass hard, causing a shocking sting to travel down over your body. It rocked you forward into him and you moaned. He did it again as he leaned into you and bit down over your bottom lip.

"Fuck, you're already so wet for me, aren't you? Needy little slut, needing to get fucked by a cop, huh? So, climb on. Let's see how much you can handle."

You let out a groan as you brought yourself up and held onto the officer's strong shoulders. He held his hard prick up to your hole and swiped around a bit, nudging his abundant head up to your clit and then back down to you dripping entrance. He sighed as you began to sink down over him and you moaned loudly at the feeling of the stretch.

You had to move up and down a bit to really get adjusted and to finally sink down over his entire length, but once you were seated firmly onto the officer's lap with his cock tucked firmly inside of you, he showed no mercy as he began fucking up into you, smacking his groin into you at each thrust.

Your mouth parted and you were being bumped up quite violently with the force of his cock inside of you, sliding through your walls and pushing into you so fucking deeply caused you to see Jesus Christ himself. You'd never been fucked like this before. His feet planted and thighs working his hips as they thrust, you could do nothing but take it.

"Fuck! Oh my god!" Was all you could get out before he smacked your ass again.

"Taking my big cock into your little cunt like a good slut." Officer Styles grunted out. You couldn't make much noise because air was being punched out of your throat each time he drilled himself up into you.

The slick sounds of your cunt being smacked into and Office Styles' occasional grunts and dirty words were the only noises filling his car.

When the officer slowed his pace after cursing you could tell he was on the verge of coming. His slower pace allowed you to moan and gasp at the repeated forceful intrusion of his long cock, reaching deep inside of your tummy.

"Mmm... Feels so good." You moaned and keened as your clit was dragging over the fabric of his briefs that he'd left on for ease, his slick cock poked through the opening of the front, buried deeply into your cunt.

His hands grasped at your thighs and he moaned when he looked down at where you two were connected, his girthy shaft disappearing into your pussy at each thrust.

"You've been a good little cock slut for me, so I'll let you come this time." He angled his hips upward sharply and you yelped at the pinch it caused inside of you. Officer Styles was too deep for you. Normally you'd have told whatever guy you were fucking that it was too much, but you wouldn't dare tell Officer Styles to stop. He was doing you a favor by letting you get out of a ticket and letting you come, so you wouldn't complain at how deep he reached and how it ached in your tummy when he thrust into you sharply like he did just then.

"Thank you, sir! I want to come. I'll be a good cock slut for you!" He rolled his eyes to the back of his head as he looked up toward the ceiling of his cop car. Seeing your drenched hole take him in was sending him over the edge too quickly and he needed to pace himself so you could come around him. He loved the feel of women coming around his cock, it made his own orgasm that much better.

"Then come. Fucking come on my cock. Let me see you." He brought his gaze to yours as he slurred out his words. He was losing his mind having you around him like this. He'd fucked many women, it wasn't hard in his position. Not only was he a man in uniform, but he was attractive and confident. He'd rarely ever been turned down. He got all the pussy he wanted, when he wanted it. On the regular. But he really enjoyed fucking your tight little pussy with your tiny skirt flipped up over your hips. You looked so good stuffed full of his cock.

The officer's sharp strokes up into you caused you more pain but it turned into euphoria paired with the friction your clit received from his briefs. You began to shake and moan loudly, your heart rate picked up and you threw your head back in ecstasy as your orgasm crashed through you violently. You dripped down over the officer's pants and over his briefs, soaking him all over and even onto the seat below. He'd need to change his briefs as soon as he got home before his wife saw the mess you'd caused.

He released his orgasm into you, coming when you squeezed over his cock with your pretty little whines and moans in his ears. Officer Styles groaned into the car when the force of his climax throttled him. He held you down on him as he came inside of you, whimpering his own curses and praises into your ears.

When your brain collected itself the officer smacked your thighs, "Up you go."

You shakily climbed off of him and watched as his come spilled out onto his pants and onto the seat of his car. You covered your mouth, eyes wide, hoping he wouldn't be mad.

"Goddamnit!" He shouted as he wiped over his pants and then looked at you. You didn't know it would be so messy, and it wasn't your fault that you dripped him out like that so you stayed silent, waiting for his next comment.

He grasped at your chin and shook his head, "Couldn't have been helped, could it? You're just a simple cock slut who didn't know any better. Here." He leans down and grabs your torn thong and stuffs it into your hands.

"Can't have my wife finding your panties in my car, now can we?" He chuckled and tucked himself back in before redoing his belt.

You take your wet panties and ball them up into one of your palms and try to open the door but it's locked from the inside.

"Hold on. I'll open up your door from the outside, just wait here." The officer steps out of the vehicle, slamming the door behind him before rounding his car and opening up your door.

"Now, you needed help finding the wiper toggle?" He says as you climb out.

"Yes. Please, if that's alright, sir." You follow him to your car and he scrunches himself into the tiny car and turns on the engine before easily finding the nob to turn on the windshield wipers. He points to where you find it, "Right here is the switch. Turn it toward yourself to increase the speed, away to decrease and turn off." He climbs out and motions for you to get back into your friend's car.

When you've sat into your seat, the officer is still standing there, holding onto the door, waiting for you to get situated. He watches you with a frown and leans over you to buckle you in.

"Not too smart are you? Now I've just potentially saved your life by buckling you in. You owe me. Take this." He hands a card to you and it's got his department info on it, along with his name and a number. Harry Styles.

"Thank you, officer. Again. For everything." He keeps his face hardened but you see the smallest edge of a smile creep onto his lips as he closes the door and walks back to his car, which you watch in your rearview mirror until he's completely out of your site and inside of his own vehicle.

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[startanewdream]

#29 - Silence for @jilymicrofics

The world is quiet here.

Pink clouds tint the sky, just above the canopy of the dark green pines. A chilling breeze comes, arises goosebumps on her skin, but Lily does not move.

Godric's Hollow is quiet on Autumn afternoons. The delighted summer tourists are gone, no more sounds of a blend of idioms through the streets and markets; they will be back only by Halloween, and then later, for Christmas. It's an old village and it feels so in between seasons, when everything seems to stand still for a moment. Waiting.

A small sigh breaks the silence, but it's just Harry; he turns in his sleep, and she adjusts him in her arms so he won't wake up. He is dreaming, and she vows to let him sleep peacefully as long as she can; even after, she hopes.

A few steps down the lane, she spots James coming back from this quick trip to the forests with a few tree branches. He vowed to make Harry a playground, and he's starting with a swing; no magic, he promised. On a better time, Lily would say it's for the challenge; nowadays she thinks it's to keep him busy, give him something to do while they wait.

James does not enjoy quiet days; it does not suit him. Her husband was made for loud laughter, applause, friends gathered around the table, with the sound of glasses toasting and happy conversation. He hates the silence and their solitude; but James doesn't say anything, he never complains.

"I love you," she whispers to him when he is near; it's the first sound that breaks the stillness of the place in hours.

His face softens; he lets down the branches—quietly, slowly, as to not disturb Harry—and then he holds her face, watching her with adoration and fondness for a moment before James dives in and brushes his mouth against hers.

A silent kiss. It burns all the same; longing and love battle inside her, and Lily wants to cling desperately to him and never let go. But James breaks away; his thumb caresses her cheeks for a moment, and his gaze says all she needs to hear before he departs, letting her enjoy her moment.

I love you too.

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Fans of this superhero adventure will also be able to indulge in a range of bonus features including interviews with the filmmakers on how they created a comprehensive universe across seven films.

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Justice League: Crisis on Infinite Earths – Part One features returning popular voice cast members: Emmy winner Darren Criss (The Assassination of Gianni Versace: American Crime Story, Glee) as Superman & Earth-2 Superman, Stana Katic (Castle, Absentia) as Wonder Woman & Superwoman and Jensen Ackles (Supernatural, The Boys, The Winchesters) as Batman/Bruce Wayne. Aside from the returning voice cast, a star-studded ensemble takes shape including Matt Bomer (White Collar, American Horror Story: Hotel) as The Flash/Barry Allen, Meg Donnelly (Legion of Super-Heroes, High School Musical: The Musical: The Series,) as Supergirl & Harbinger, Jimmi Simpson (Star Trek: Prodigy, Westworld) as Green Arrow and Zachary Quinto (Heroes, Star Trek) as Lex Luthor.

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Current WIPs part 3

Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen w/ Sister!Reader Headcanons (platonic) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron w/ Older!Sister!Reader Headcanons (platonic) [House of the Dragon]

Viserys and Daemon Targaryen w/ Sickly!Younger!Brother!Reader Headcanons (platonic) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Alicent Hightower w/ Viserys’ Sickly!Younger!Brother!Reader Headcanons (romantic) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen w/ their child!Reader being in a similar relationship to theirs (platonic) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Helaena Targaryen Headcanons (general) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Aemond Targaryen Headcanons (general) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Aegon II Targaryen Headcanons (general) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Harwin Strong Headcanons (platonic) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Baela and Rhaena Targaryen w/ Royce!Older!Sibling!Reader Headcanons (platonic) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Poly!Rhaenyra/Daemon Targaryen Headcanons (romantic) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Cregan Stark Headcanons (general) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Greens vs Blacks (platonic) [House of the Dragon]

Yandere Maegor ‘The Cruel’ Targaryen Headcanons (romantic) [Fire and Blood]

Yandere Daemon Blackfyre Headcanons (general) [Fire and Blood]

Yandere Daeron, Daemon, Bloodraven, Bittersteel, and Shiera w/ Bastard!Sibling!Reader Headcanons (platonic) [Fire and Blood]

Duncan the Tall Headcanons (general) [The Hedge Knight of the Seven Kingdoms]

Yandere Willas Tyrell Headcanons (general) [Game of Thrones]

Yandere Renly Baratheon Headcanons (romantic) [Game of Thrones]

Yandere Brienne of Tarth w/ Maternal!Reader Headcanons (platonic) [Game of Thrones]

Yandere Poly!Dick Grayson/Kory Anders Headcanons (romantic) [DC]

Yandere Stepdad!Bruce Wayne w/ Stepchild!Reader Headcanons (platonic) [DC]

Yandere Damian Wayne w/ Teacher!Reader Headcanons (platonic) [DC]

Yandere Pamela Isley/Poison Ivy Headcanons (platonic) [DC]

Yandere Hal Jordan/Green Lantern Headcanons (platonic) [DC]

Yandere Oliver Queen/Green Arrow Headcanons (platonic) [DC]

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Yandere Poly!Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes (platonic) [Marvel]

Yandere Loki Laufeyson (platonic) [Marvel]

Yan!Mom!Lagertha vs Yan!Mom!Aslaug Headcanons (platonic) [Vikings]

Yandere Shelby Family Headcanons (platonic) [Peaky Blinders]

Yandere Dorian Havilliard w/ Healer!Reader (romantic) [Throne of Glass]

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[the-empress-7]

So far, it seems like the best course of action for Catherine should be -

1. Don't buy more green coats.

2. Wear more coat dresses.

3. Less monochromatic pant suits.

4. More modern, independent wealthy woman old money nothing. But also, new clothes please.

5. Don't buy similar clothing. But also, don't experiment with fashion at all. Don't remind anyone she is a woman.

6. Close the buttons on her coats

7. Keep the coat buttons open so it looks more relatable

8. Cut her hair short.

9. Wear more elaborate updo (hat appropriate hair)

10. Have darker hair. Have lighter hair. Have bangs. But don't go to the expensive hair dresser.

11. Stop colouring her hair so often. but also be more girly and show off her amazing hair.

12. Show the children more.

13. Stop doing so many children related engagements

14. Do something gardening related

15. Move away from her domestic goddess image

16. Spend less on fashion

17. Highlight more British brands. Local brands. Small brands.

18. Stop wearing tacky Accessorize earrings. Stop wearing Kikis. Wear new tiaras.

19. Be more relatable, less Sloan ranger.

20. Stop obsessing over the kids pick up and drops. Let the nanny handle them.

21. Focus on her children so they don't turn into Harry.

22. Stay in her Lane and not take the focus from the king and queen.

23. Be the best princess of wales and be a trailblazer.

24. Do more engagements with William and show what a wonderful couple they are because they have crackling chemistry.

25. Do more engagements on her own because she is a grown woman and shouldn't need her husband all the time.

26. Keep her children away from the public because children need privacy and nurturing.

27. Stop doing so many meetings.

28. Stop having meetings at Windsor because her office is at KP.

29. Stop going to Norfolk so much because she spent so much on renovating KP

30. Not live at Adelaid cottage because it's small and not fit for a future queen and 2 future kings.

31. Not live at Windsor castle because she isn't queen yet and HM used to live there.

32. Stop with the awareness campaigns because it's boring.

33. Not meddle into politics at all.

34. Fart rainbows and pee glitter because that's what people expect of her

35. Invent a time travelling machine because it's about time and Elon musk hasn't done yet.

36. Reverse climate change because she has so much time on her hands and she has 6 hrs a day when her kids are at school

37. Go smack Harry upside his head because Charles is too busy to do it himself.

38. Get ghost Diana back to London because why not..

39. Turn into a warewolf because the full moon is upon us anyway and she would still look good as one.

Am I missing something, Empress? Am I? Am I??

40. Smile more

Cause there is nothing us women love more than being told to just smile and shut up 🙃

[sophsicle]

He feels the boy step up beside him more than he sees him.

“Hey.” 

He sounds uncertain, it almost makes Draco laugh, though he isn’t sure it’s because he finds anything particularly funny.

“You know, I never thought I’d see the day,” Draco’s voice is rough, he hasn’t had much need to use it these last few months. 

The boy next to him turns. “The day what?” 

“That Harry Potter does the wrong thing.”

Draco doesn’t look at him. Couldn’t, even inside. 

“You don’t think I should have testified?” 

“I know you shouldn’t have,” he says simply. 

“You could’ve objected.” 

Draco lets out a cold laugh. “Now that would have been the right thing, and I know my lane.”

“Do you?” 

Draco doesn’t dignify that question with an answer. Instead choosing to focus his attention on the people across the street, carrying their grocerybags and suitcases. Ordinary people, living their ordinary lives.  

“You didn’t tell Bellatrix it was me,” Harry says finally, because he just can’t help himself. Draco does his best not to flinch at the memory of his aunt. Of that night. 

“I didn’t recognize you.” 

“You didn’t want to kill Dumbledore,” a dog with a bone. “You wouldn’t have. I know you wouldn’t have. Even if Snape hadn’t shown up.” 

“Do you?” Draco looks at him for the first time, their eyes catching on one another. And he’s not sure either of them know what they’re doing. So used to being adversaries. But that isn’t what this is. Not really. 

It’s a long moment before Draco speaks again. 

“Don’t confuse cowardice for bravery Potter," defiant green eyes begging for something to believe in. Draco almost wants to apologize. Because it won't be him. Can't be. "It’s beneath you.”  - Here's Looking at You Kid, sneak (this is not the next chapter but it's been stuck in my head and so I just needed to share it)

#soph rambles #hlayk #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry

[zablife]

For the Family

John Shelby x Emma (OC) x Tommy Shelby

Summary: Emma has always loved John Shelby, but he’s oblivious to her existence until a one night stand changes everything. When he must choose between her or his fiancée Martha, he gets some help from Tommy in order rewrite Shelby family history. 

Author’s Note: Written for the lovely @runnning-outof-time 1.5K celebration. Inspired by “Satellite” by Harry Styles and a request from @cokcola4112 who requested John having a daughter before the war only Polly knew about.

Warnings: drinking, language, mention of cheating, pregnancy, mention of death

1914

John trudged home in the dim evening light, swaying as he navigated the cobblestones. Tommy hadn’t gotten him drunk, but he had plied him with enough whiskey to make enlisting sound bearable. No newly engaged man wanted to leave his sweetheart behind, but if his older brothers were going off to fight, John knew he had to join them. Of course it was a matter of duty to his country, but it also had to do with family loyalty. The Shelby brothers had always looked out for one another and this would be no different. John couldn’t let his brothers face the enemy without him. 

Now John was dreading the difficult task of telling his fiancee, Martha, knowing he was about to break her heart. The moment he appeared on her doorstep with his head hung low, she knew something was wrong. He spit out the words more quickly than he intended, sending her into a frenzy.

With little time to absorb the information, Martha found herself insisting he didn't have to enlist. She cried and pleaded, although this was a futile exercise as the papers had already been signed. Martha couldn’t understand why he hadn’t discussed it with her first. While she was home embroidering her wedding veil, he had dashed her hopes for their future.

John’s foggy brain prevented him from explaining his reasoning properly. The words he badly needed to comfort her were sticking in his throat, only the wrong ones making their way to his lips as they fought with one another bitterly. He made arguments that sounded ridiculous even to himself about being the head of their household one day and wanting her to accept his authority. He knew he sounded like a tyrant and a complete horse’s arse. At times he felt as though he were listening to another man’s words. 

When Martha had heard enough, she pushed him back into the street with tears streaming down her cheeks telling him angrily that he could choose his brothers and the war over her if he so desired. As she screamed into the street, a few people stopped and stared. Even John was taken aback at her tone. Martha was never this emotional. The sight of her tears made his heart clench in his chest, knowing he had caused her distress.

The last thing Martha saw as she slammed the door was his face contorted in pain. Leaning against the rough wood and slumping to the floor, she sobbed uncontrollably. Of course, she hadn’t meant a word of what she said to John. She was hurt and confused, making irrational statements she didn’t mean, but the damage had been done. 

Pulling his cap over his eyes, John flipped up the collar of his coat and faced the beating rain that had begun to pour from the sky. He was headed toward the pub when he heard a woman cry out to him from Watery Lane. “John Shelby, come in before you catch your death!” he heard a kind voice lilt over the gusting wind. It sounded so sweet after the turmoil of the day, he decided to take refuge there instead. 

The voice belonged to Emma, a neighbor John had known since his school days. She had long dark hair and bright green eyes. She was always smiling at the Shelby brothers, but John in particular as they were closest in age. However, she was shy and often overlooked.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked. 

“Of course not! Don’t be silly!” she replied, taking his soaked cap and coat, hanging them to dry by the roaring fire. Noticing the far off look in his eye she asked, “Do you wanna talk? I’m here for you, you know.” Emma had always been the kindest girl at school, willing to help others whenever she could. 

Tonight her pleasant demeanor and gentle words drew John in and he found himself moving to sit next to her on the sofa to be closer to her. She listened as he finally found the words he had wanted to say to Martha. Emma couldn't help but be enchanted by his wit and charm. Sometime later whiskey and quiet words turned to something more and John found himself weathering the storm in Emma’s bed.

When he awoke early the next morning with a throbbing headache, he gathered his clothes quickly and wordlessly pressed a kiss to her cheek. He felt ashamed for taking advantage of their friendship. He felt even worse for betraying Martha. He knew last night wasn’t the end of their engagement and he hoped Martha would wait for him until the fighting was done.

Two weeks later as he prepared to leave, John said his goodbyes to everyone on the train platform. He had made amends with Martha and she agreed to wait for him as he hoped. He had never felt more grateful for a second chance. However, he was still apprehensive about the possibility he might not return home. With worry still clouding his mind, he hugged Polly, Ada and Finn. He searched the crowd for Emma wanting to say goodbye to her as well and apologize properly for the events that occurred while he was drunk and emotional, but she had kept herself hidden away, making that farewell impossible.

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1915

John was glad to hear his name called as letters from home were distributed, hoping it was a love letter from Martha. He was a bit disappointed when he turned the envelope over to find Polly’s familiar handwriting instead. Tearing into it unceremoniously and unfolding the note between dirt caked fingers, his eyes grew wide as he skimmed its brief contents.

John,

I’m sorry I have to deliver this news in a letter, but I didn’t want to wait for your leave. It’s best for you to find out now before Martha does. I’ve had a visit from our old neighbour, Emma, the shy girl with dark hair. She came round yesterday with a baby girl. Although I didn’t want to believe her, the child’s eyes are Shelby blue and can’t possibly be denied. There’s no reason for her to lie as she hasn’t asked for money. She says she only wants a life with you when you return from the war.

I’ve put her off because of your engagement. It’s up to you now what decision to make. I’ve no part in any of this, but I would remind you of your responsibility to the child even if you don’t love Emma. I know this has probably come as a shock to you as it did for me. I trust you’ll do what is right for everyone. 

All my love,

Polly

“Fuck…” John sighed, lowering the letter he held in his hands slowly. 

“What’s wrong, John boy?” Arthur called from his side of the trench. Without answering his brother, John clutched the letter in his fist tightly, needing a walk to clear his head. Not looking where he was going, he bumped into Tommy. 

“John, what’s happened?” Tommy asked, blue eyes searching his brother’s face. Any distraction now could cost them their lives and he needed the solider before him to regain his focus. With this task in mind, he grabbed John by the shoulders and looked at him intently. “Is it Polly?” John shook his head. “Martha?” Tommy ventured again. 

He nodded his head. “I’ve fucked it all up, Tommy,” John said bringing the paper to his brother’s line of sight. Tommy grabbed the letter and skimmed it quickly, clenching his jaw as he read.

“You sure the baby’s yours?” he asked. John bit the inside of his cheek, turning away as he nodded. 

“Fuckin’ hell, John,” he said running a hand over his face. He thought for a moment before looking his brother in the eye.  “Look, I’ve got leave before you. I’ll sort it when I go home, eh?” Tommy reassured him with a pat to the shoulder.

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Three months later…

Martha met John at the train station. He spotted her immediately on the train platform in her favorite green dress, waving to him excitedly. He hadn’t known what to expect when he arrived. Would she be there to greet him or would she have found out about Emma and the baby? She hadn’t mentioned anything in her last letter, but perhaps she was waiting to confront him in person. He wondered if Tommy had talked to her when he was home.

When Tommy had returned from his leave he only said the situation was handled. He hadn’t looked well despite his time at home. If anything he seemed even more exhausted than before, but John hadn’t questioned his brother. No one ever questioned Tommy.

John was ripped from his thoughts when Martha ran to him, throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. “Darling, I’ve missed you so much!” she cried into his shoulder, reaching up to stroke a hand through his hair. He crushed her body to him, feeling the softness of her under his touch. He couldn’t believe he was back with her again. 

“Let’s get you home for a bath and a meal, hm?” she offered with a warm smile. He didn't sense anything odd about her demeanor so John decided there was nothing to worry about. He allowed her to lead him home and comfort him the way he’d been dreaming of for so long.

They passed a pleasant evening together eating the most delicious meal he’d had in a long time and discussing all the news in Small Heath. As he held her to him and felt the warmth radiate from her skin beneath the soft quilt, he forgot all about Emma.

On his second day of leave, John startled awake from a nightmare. Hovering somewhere between sleep and consciousness, he heard explosions and screams that turned to shrill cries. Sitting up in bed, he ran a hand over his face trying to wake himself, but the screaming continued and he quickly realized the cries of an infant were coming from downstairs. Donning a shirt and pants, he padded down the steps to see who was causing the commotion.

Stopping at the foot of the stairs, he blinked slowly at the sight in front of him. Polly was holding a little girl in her arms as Martha chatted with Emma by the fire.

“Welcome home, John,” Emma said. John’s heart jumped into his throat unable to respond. He watched Martha carefully to see her reaction, but she remained calm, standing to fetch a plate of food for him.

“Are you hungry, love?” she asked cheerfully. 

Surely this was a dream or a nightmare conjured by his subconscious to torture him. When Martha approached to kiss him on the cheek, he knew it was real, but he couldn’t understand why everyone would be together like this. John gulped nervously, looking between the women before sitting at the table to eat. 

No one spoke for a few moments until Ada came sauntering in. “John, have you met Emma’s baby?” she said picking up a piece of toast from the table and munching on it noisily. 

“Hmmm?” John said feigning disinterest. He looked up from his plate for the first time to see his sister’s piercing stare. She grinned suddenly, wiping her hands on her dress and plucked the girl from Polly’s arms.

The baby gurgled sweetly as Ada carried her to John’s side. He stared at the child Ada bounced on her knee in front of him. She did have the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, an exact copy of his own. “Meet my niece, Lucy,” she said and he choked on his tea.

“Tommy’s daughter,” Polly clarified, looking at John pointedly as she crossed to the stove to retrieve the kettle.

“Tommy kept it a secret from us long enough, didn’t he?” Ada said, playing with the baby’s curls.

“Erm, yeah,” John answered pushing his plate away too tense to continue eating despite his hunger. The child leaned forward in Ada’s arms to squish her fat fingers into the food left on the plate and Emma rushed to her to wipe her clean. As she did, John noticed a wedding band on her finger. As she stood, she straightened her dress and twisted her ring slightly, fidgeting under his gaze.

“Tommy didn’t tell you, did he?” she said softly. She smiled meekly, looking at the floor. “Well, now I suppose everyone in the family knows….We were married last month.”

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When he arrived back in France, the first thing John did was seek out Tommy for an explanation. “Tom, why didn’t you say you were going to marry Emma?” John yelled at his brother.

“Because I knew you’d tell me not to,” Tommy said pushing past him to get to some supplies. 

“But why did you do it?” John said shaking his head, not understanding Tommy’s motives.

Tommy rubbed the back of his neck as he surveyed the conditions around them.  He’d already spent the better part of a year thinking of home and the horses, unsure how he would make it from one day to the next. When he arrived in Small Heath on leave, he carried the weight of the mud and the night terrors with him, along with as much money as he could gather to pay Emma to go away. 

However, standing in her kitchen, staring into her hypnotizing eyes and listening to her soothing voice, he had a change of heart. Feeling her hand on his shoulder, he was comforted for the first time in months and that made him hopeful. She had given him something precious like a breath of pure oxygen he desperately needed before being sent back underground. He decided then to ask her to marry him, promising to raise his brother’s child as his own and to care for them both with all his heart. 

Turning slowly, Tommy replied, “I did it for you and Martha so you could have a fresh start, brother.” Then he added quietly, “And for Emma. She deserves to be taken care of as well.” It wasn’t the full explanation, but Tommy couldn’t risk telling John how he truly felt. It was foolishly optimistic for one, but he also feared he would curse his marital happiness if he dared speak about it, much the same way a birthday wish wouldn’t come true if it was said aloud. 

“Who knows the truth?” John said in a near whisper wondering if Tommy had even heard him.

Tommy’s blue eyes looked wild even in the dim light. Now that Emma was his wife he didn’t want there to be any gossip about her. “Just you, me and Pol.” He moved closer to John pointing a finger in his face threateningly, "Don’t ever bring this up again, John. It’s done,” he told his brother in a warning tone. True to his word, it was the last they spoke of it. 

John returned home the following year to wed Martha during his leave and she’d fallen pregnant during their honeymoon. By 1917 he had another daughter, Clara. She was fair with tufts of ginger hair. When Lucy stood next to her cot, the resemblance in the eyes was unmistakeable. No one paid any mind to that, however. They were known as cousins after all.

Emma wanted to be happy for them and to show affection toward her niece, but it broke her a bit more each time she watched Lucy cradle the new baby, her half sister. On difficult days she would let her imagination wander to an alternate reality in which John had married her and given her another child. How different their lives would have been if she had been given the opportunity to speak with John herself and confess her love while she was pregnant with Lucy. Crashing back to reality, she would chide herself for coveting another woman’s husband, but there seemed to be nothing she could do to stop herself. The impulse to be near John was simply too strong. It had been there since childhood, keeping her in constant orbit around him. 

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1919

“Tommy, why haven’t you come to bed?” Emma asked gently, wrapping her shawl around her shoulders. 

“I’ve work to do before the Cheltenham Races,” he said not bothering to look up from his ledgers.

“It’s gone midnight. Can’t it wait?” she prodded, coming to sit at the edge of his desk and run a hand through his hair.

He captured her hand in his, placing a kiss to her knuckles before returning her hand to her side. He hadn’t given her much more than that since he’d returned, small slivers of affection without real meaning. Without Lucy as a constant distraction, she felt she’d go mad. He’d promised her so much more the day he proposed. Had it been a lie, she wondered?

Don’t you know that I’m right here? she often felt like screaming at him. She didn’t know where he disappeared to when he'd get lost inside his head. But despite his detachment, Emma tried to be a good wife to him. She wanted him to be proud of her and most importantly, not to spend a moment living in regret for the decision he had made to save her honor. For that alone she owed him a debt of gratitude. However, she longed for someone who returned her affection. 

John and Martha seemed so devoted to one another. John had returned just as he had left, joyful and carefree. He was more in love with his wife than ever. In fact, Martha was due to give birth to their second child any day. Emma tried to set her jealousy aside as she helped Martha prepare for the birth, knowing Martha had been feeling ill recently. She had no way of knowing the sad turn of events that would befall them in a few short weeks.

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One month later…

“God takes the best first, John,” Polly said placing her hand over her nephew’s gently. She hoped her touch would ground him in reality, but she suspected he hadn’t heard any of what she had said. Martha’s funeral had taken place that morning and he was still in a state of shock. He’d barely said two words since their return home. He'd only sat at the kitchen table, staring numbly at the last gift he’d ever given his wife. It was a hand carved rocking chair she’d wanted to lull the baby to sleep.

Martha had never gotten a chance to use it, dying hours after Samuel’s birth. If it hadn’t been for Emma, the child wouldn’t have survived either. Emma helped care for Samuel like her own, to ease John’s burden. The heartbreak of watching him so weak and fragile in the days after Martha’s death had crushed her. It had been Emma alone caring for all three children as Polly tended to the funeral arrangements and her regular duties in the betting shop. Today was no different, as Emma tended to the baby upstairs.

Without anyone to play with her, Clara became upset. “Mummy! Want mummy!” Clara cried toddling in circles next to her father, fists rubbing at her tired eyes. The two year old still didn't understand her mother wasn't returning to her. John pulled his daughter onto his lap as she pushed her face into his shirt, cries quickly escalating to loud wailing. He placed a large hand to the back of her head trying to comfort her, but he found himself weeping along with her. 

“Here, let me take her upstairs for a rest,” Polly said extending her arms. “She’s just overtired.” John placed the fussy child in Polly's arms and pinched the bridge of his nose exhaling loudly. He needed to get hold of himself before he drifted further from reality.

Just then Emma descended the stairs, taking in the sight of John sat by himself in total despair. 

“I can see you’re lonely,” Emma said sympathetically. “Would you like some company? I can put the kettle on,” she offered.

“I don’t want to talk to you,” John said coldly. “I don’t want to talk to anyone.”

“John, please, don’t be cruel. I wish I could be there for you. I only want to help,” Emma said feeling hurt by his harsh tone.

He softened, looking up at her with teary eyes, “Please just give me a day or two,” John begged.

She could do nothing but wait for him to pull her back in. She hoped he would anyhow.  She wanted to be close with him again. 

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Six months later…

The wind had picked up outside, blowing gusts of rain against the house to rap against the windowpanes harshly. Emma was reading by the fire after tucking the children into bed, while Tommy was still in his office as usual. The front door rattled suddenly as John entered making far too much noise for the late hour. He left the door ajar, a puddle forming at his feet as he crossed the threshold.

“John, can you keep it down please!” Emma said to him in a loud whisper, abandoning her book on the sofa.

“Sorry, sorry!” he said a bit too loudly and insincerely, adopting the posture of an errant schoolboy. He removed his coat and attempted to throw it over a chair, but missed. That’s when Emma realized he’d come from the pub.

“John Shelby, are you drunk?” she asked, crossing her hands over her chest and raising an eyebrow at him.

“Maybe a little,” he said holding up two fingers to show a small gap as he swayed toward her.

“Woah, sit down and I’ll make you some tea,” she said, pushing him into a chair by his broad shoulders. He captured her wrist before she could walk away and pulled her back.

“Wait, stay,” he urged, looking into her eyes for a long moment. He gulped harshly as though he were trying to find the courage to tell her something. Then he murmured, “M sorry."

“What for?” she asked puzzled by his apology.

“For leaving you alone with a child. Letting my brother look after you... For hurting you,” he said, his inebriation making him surprisingly honest.

“Oh, John. What I wouldn’t have given to hear that five years ago,” she said inhaling deeply at the memory of all the nights she’d spent crying herself to sleep. 

“Does Tommy make you happy?” John asked suddenly, knowing deep down that Emma probably wouldn’t tell him the truth even if she weren’t. She’d become a loyal member of the family.

“I’m happy enough,” she replied with a small smile, taking a seat at the table.

John reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear tenderly. “Let’s go away with the children. We could have a good life in the country, you and me. I’ll be loyal to you, Em.” He cupped her cheek with his warm hand and she leaned into him, heart thrilling at the idea of her daydream finally becoming a reality.

Then her gaze fell upon the rocking chair in the corner and she remembered the night like this one so many years ago when he’d come to her desperate and heartbroken. He’d made his choice back then just as she had made hers. She’d chosen Tommy and despite their problems, she knew Tommy loved her. She was also aware how much Tommy needed her by his side when he struggled to wade through the mud and the whiskey that clogged his veins like poison. He had recently confided his plans to take on Billy Kimber and she knew it would take every ounce of his strength.

Taking John’s hand from her cheek, she held it between both of hers as she spoke. “John, I’ve loved you since we were children and I think I always will. Lucy is the proof of that love, but it’s too late for us. I’m not the one who needs your loyalty now. Tommy needs you more.” She watched as John struggled to comprehend her rejection. She knew he would accept it with time. He’d probably even come to regret his outburst, realizing his poor judgement had in fact been caused by the lingering effects of his grief. 

He stood from the table slowly, steadying himself with one hand on the back of the chair as he took up his coat and hat. As she watched, she reassured him, “It’s what’s best for the family, John.”

“For the family,” he repeated her words to himself as he made his way to the door.

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[ageofbarbarians]

Hello. Not sure if you're taking requests, if not ignore.

You're on a date and it's going terrible. The guy is pretentious, loves himself too much, and works in the finance market, so aside from having money he is a fucking tool. Just a bad date overall!

You lock eyes with Harry across the room. He sees you're not enjoying yourself. You've never met. You don't know each other. He mouths to you if you need "saving". Usually, you'd say no. That would be rude to ditch someone like this, but you're so bored and this guy is a walking red flag, so you say yes to this total handsome stranger. Harry gets up from his seat and walks over to your table...

You're struck by how handsome he is. He reaches over to you with the most amazing smile and says

"Hi. It's been a while, stranger."

Do have fun ^^

Thank you xx

First Dates // H.E.S

A/N: I absolutely loved this idea and I had so much fun writing this!! It got a little kinkier than I was expecting it to be but I hope you enjoy((:

If you have a request don’t be afraid to send one through! I love doing requests even though they take me a little while to do(:

Summary: Above ^^

Warnings: Language, Adult Content NSFW 18+ MDI! Oral Sex (m&f receiving), Slight Use of a Flogger and Ropes, Penetrative Sex (f receiving), Unprotected Sex (on birth control)

Word Count: 5.7k

MASTERLIST

“It was crazy! That part was one of the wildest I’ve ever been to, especially for a work party. We probably spent a couple grand putting that thing together. Not that it was a huge deal considering that’s like change to me, but it was still wild.” The guy in front of you laughed. You pulled a fake smile before taking a sip of your drink.

You were on one of the worst blind dates of your life. You had been going on dates for a while, just trying to find somebody who made you genuinely happy. You were so tired of the shitty dates that lead to one-night stands and you would never hear from them again. It was exhausting. This guy though? He was the worst to fucking date. So far he has just talked about himself the entire night, about how much money he makes like it’s some huge deal, all of the lane as parties he’s been to and hasn’t even let you get a word in edge-wise. He ordered your food for you, never even stopping to ask what you wanted. At one point he had even mentioned something about a girl he had slept with. You were over it, this guy was nothing but one giant red flag.

“Sounds crazy.” You nodded your head and looked around the restaurant, trying to avert your attention elsewhere.

“It was! I mean who knew an office party could get that wild? There weren’t really any women there so that’s probably why. No drama.” He nodded his head and you just looked at him, raising your brows. Are you actually fucking serious?

You scoffed and rolled your eyes, finishing off your drink. You needed to find a way to get out of here but you didn’t want to be rude and just leave. Granted this guy deserved every little bit of it but that just wasn’t you.

“Will you excuse me?” You smiled softly and stood up to make your way to the bathroom. He just shrugged and nodded his head. You sighed as you walked to the bathroom. You debated on grabbing another drink since you had to walk past the bar but you decided against it. On the way, you made eye contact with one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. His hair was pushed back, a single curl falling in front of his face. His eyes were a beautiful shade of green and his lips were the perfect shade of pink. He looked you up and down before he gave you a soft smile, taking a sip of his drink. Whiskey you assumed. You smirked at him and turned to go into the bathroom.

You stood in front of the mirror, giving your appearance a once over trying to see if there was anything that could be making this date go so horribly wrong. You shook your head and tried to rid the thoughts from your mind.

“This is because of him, not you.” You whispered to yourself as you stared at yourself, observing your outfit. You adjusted the red suit jacket that sat perfectly along your shoulders and adjusted your breasts in the lacy body suit you wore under it. You pulled a small tube of lipstick out of your clutch and touch up your lips before putting the cap back on and closing the clutch back up.

You adjusted your hair as you walked out of the bathroom, your heels clicking against the tile. You walked past the handsome stranger again and scanned his body as you continued to walk to your table. As soon as you sat down, the guy in front of you just continued on about whatever stupid story he was telling. At this point, you couldn’t even hear anything he was saying.

You looked over at the bar to see the mysterious man making direct eye contact with you. He waved and you gave a small smile. You looked back at your ‘date’ and he hadn’t even noticed that you weren’t paying attention. You looked back at the handsome stranger as he had his back leaned against the bar, drink in his hand.

“Need help?” He mouthed to you. You were taken back by the question but you were desperate to get out of this date. You nodded your head ever so slightly and he noticed. He finished off his drink before he sat it down on the bar and stood up, making his way over to your table.

You sat up in your seat, focusing your attention on the annoying man— correction, boy, in front of you. You smiled at him and nodded your head as he continued to talk.

“Hi. It’s been a while, stranger.” The handsome man stood next to your table and he looked at you, completely ignoring your date sitting across from you.

“Oh my gosh, hi!” You stood up and gave the stranger a hug, acting as if you’d known him forever. As the side of your head brushed past him, you whispered a ‘thank you.

“Uh hello?” The prick sitting down at the table scoffed and you both pulled away from the hug. You both looked at him and his brows were raised, an obviously irritated expression on his face.

“Harry, a long-time friend.” The stranger, whose name you now learned was Harry, introduced himself to your date even though he didn’t need to.

“Scott.” Your date said simply as he stood up, clearly annoyed. He took a sip of his drink and stiffened up, trying to compare himself to Harry. Wasn’t even close.

“Nice to meet you, Scott.” Harry smiled and tried to shake Scott’s hand, but he just looked at his hand before looking back at Harry.

“Yeah, likewise. If you don’t mind we’re kind of on a date here.” Scott gestured to you and then back to himself.

“Seriously?” You scoffed, an annoying smile on your face. Scott gave you a confused look before sitting down and you continued to laugh.

“Yeah, a date my fucking ass. Listen, I’ve been on a lot of dates, and I mean a lot, and you are by far the worst guy I’ve ever met in my entire life. You talked about yourself the entire time, not even letting me get a word in edge-wise. For fucks sake, you even talked about hooking up with one of your past dates. This has to be a joke.” You shook your head and grabbed your clutch from the table.

“Y/N, come on, don’t be a bitch.” Scott scoffed and this was your final straw. You grabbed the glass of water that was sitting on the table and threw it in his face. You heard a couple of the tables surrounding you gasp and a few even laughed.

“What the fuck!” He shouted and you wrapped your arm around Harry’s. You both started to walk towards the bar before you stopped to get in a final word.

“Thanks for the salad. Dick.” You rolled your eyes and continued to walk to the bar with Harry. As the two of you sat down, you burst into a fit of laughter.

“Wow… that was by far one of the worst dates I’ve ever been on.” You shook your head and looked at Harry who had an amused smile on his face.

“Guy seemed like a prick.” He waved over the bartender and he came over a moment later.

“What can I get for you?” A short woman smiled as she waited for us to give our drink order.

“I’ll have another whiskey, and the lady will have…” Harry ordered his drink and looked at you, waiting for you to give your order.

“Rosé, please.”

“The lady will have a rosé,” Harry repeated and she nodded, going to get the drinks. You turned your head towards Harry and you smiled at him, observing his features. He turned his head to face you and he eyed you up and down once more.

“So stranger, I never did learn your name.” He pulled his bottom lip in between his thumb and forefinger.

“Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” You stuck your hand out for him to shake and he took it with a firm grip and shook it three times.

“Harry Styles, it’s very nice to meet you, love.” He nodded his head once and turned toward the bartender who sat down the drinks in front of the both of you. You grabbed your glass of wine and took a sip, while Harry took a sip of his whiskey.

“Also, you’re right, that guy was a prick.” You shook your head and sat your glass back down on the bar before crossing your legs and setting your hands on your knee.

“How do you even know him?” He asked curiously, taking another sip of his drink.

“Blind date. One of my friends set me up with him for god knows why so safe to say I won’t be taking her recommendations anymore. God, I’m so over dating.” You shook your head, looking toward the ground.

“That’s a shame.” You looked back up to meet Harry’s eyes and the two of you just stared at each other for a moment.

“What makes you say that?” You questioned, trying to egg him on. He smiled as he looked down at the floor and back up at you again.

“I mean, a beautiful girl like you shouldn’t give up on dating. I mean who knows, there could be some extremely handsome guy who wants to take her out who isn’t a total fuck.” Harry shrugged and turned toward you, knees facing each other. He took another sip of his drink and leaned one of his arms against the bar.

“Mmm, a shame I’ll never get to experience that,” you sighed, shaking your head and taking another sip of your drink, obviously catching onto what he was implying. Harry raised his brow at you and the simple look sent butterflies through your stomach. He was extremely attractive and something about his stare was intimidating.

“Do you want to go somewhere with me, Y/N?” He asked suddenly. You let out a small laugh and stared at him for a moment before realizing her was serious.

“Wait, like actually? How do I know you’re not going to murder me once we leave?” You questioned.

“Does this look like a face of a murder?” He raised a brow, setting the back side of his hand under his chin.

“Yes very much so. I mean come on. Bundy? Richard Ramirez? Dahmer? They were all attractive yet still killed people.” You deadpanned. Harry stared at you not even knowing what to say.

“I mean.. yeah I guess you have a point. But that’s a part of the thrill isn’t it?” He smiled and you laughed at his comment. You both finished off your drinks and you stood up, reaching your hand out for him to grab.

“Where are we going, Styles?” Harry stood up and grabbed your hand, leading you toward the exit. Unfortunately, you had to walk past Scott’s table and he glared at the two of you as you made your way toward the exit.

“Stupid fucking bitch,” you heard Scott mumble under his breath. Before you had a chance to turn around, Harry’s hand left yours and he strode over to Scott’s table. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and practically lifted him out of his chair. There was an instant look of panic that washed over his face. He looked like he was going to throw up. 

“Call her a bitch or any sort of name again and see what the fuck happens.” Harry hissed stared into his eyes and all Scott could do was quickly nod his head. The simple act sent heat to your core and you bit your lip. Something about Harry looking pissed off was extremely sexy. You shook your head slightly, trying to get rid of the thoughts since you had just met this man. But dear god he was sexy.

“Good, glad we’re on the same page.” Harry smiled and let go of Scott’s collar, causing him to fall back into his chair, looking up at Harry with a face of horror. He turned around and walked back towards you, resting his hand in yours again. The two of you walked out of the building as soon as you got out the doors. You pushed Harry against the wall of the restaurant, immediately kissing him. You could tell that the action caught him off guard but it was only seconds later that he began to kiss you back.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Harry pulled away, a smirk on his face. His hands rested themselves on your sides and he towered over you slightly. You laughed once you realized what you had done.

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. I don't think I've ever had somebody do something like that for me.” You admitted, a blush creeping onto your face. You took a step back away from him but he grabbed your waist firmly, pulling you closer to him. He leaned down and kissed you again, a lot gentler than you had done to him. You damn near melted into his touch. You put your hands on his arms, feeling his muscles through his suit.

“Forgive me for being so straightforward, but can I please take you home?” You pulled away, looking up into his eyes to read his expression. Harry nodded his head and started pulling you towards the parking lot. You followed behind him, your hand resting in his.

"Harry, what if I drove here?" You asked with a slight laugh. Harry stopped and faced you.

"Shit, did you drive yourself? That asshole didn't even have the decency to pick you up?" He looked at you absolutely dumbfounded.

"I'm kidding. I took a cab." You laughed and you both started walking to the parking lot again. You looked at the side of Harry's face to see the silly little grin he had on his face. You eventually reached his car and he opened the passenger side door for you before you got in. He jogged over to the driver's side and hopped in, letting his car roar to life.

During the car ride, you told Harry where to go and you both engaged in subtle conversation. It was only about fifteen minutes later when you reached your house. You had been lucky enough to buy your own home when a family member you didn't even know passed and you just so happened to be in the will. You felt bad that you didn't know who the person was but your parents had told you that you were only a baby when you had met so it wasn't a huge deal. The house was a decent size but not too big since it was just you, but it gave you room to expand whenever the time came.

You and Harry both got out of the car and it wasn't long before his lips were attacking yours. Your back was pressed against the hood of the car as your fingers tangled into Harry's hair, tugging slightly at the roots. One of his hands was around the back of your neck while the other supported your lower back. You stayed like this for a few minutes, just taking in the moment and admiring how perfectly your lips glided together.

"I have some more drinks inside if you want some more whiskey," You pulled away ever so slightly and he nodded. You pressed another kiss to Harry's lips before you walked towards the front door and grabbed your keys out of your clutch and inserted one of them into the slot. Immediately you heard your dog barking at the front door, waiting for you to come in.

"His name is Tank, he might seem intimidating for a minute but he's the biggest baby I've ever met in my entire life. He's a pitbull mastiff mix." You turned your head towards Harry and he nodded, seeming as though he was excited to meet the dog. You opened the door slightly and Tank continued to bark as you turned a light on and he immediately went up to Harry. He sniffed Harry as he held his hand out, letting him get familiar with his scent. Tank jumped up onto Harry with a giant goofy grin on his face, attempting to give him kisses.

"Tank, down!" You tapped his butt and he jumped down, coming over to you as you crouched down to say hi to him. He layed sloppy kisses all over your face and you turned your head trying to get him to stop. He pushed his head into your chest which made you fall over onto the floor, now fully sitting in front of him.

"I can see why you call him Tank," Harry laughed and started petting the top of Tank's head. He was all black with a small bit of white on his chest and the tips of his toes. He had a red spiked collar and his tail was like a whip. His head was the biggest part of him and most of the time he didn't even know his own size. 

"He's like a bulldozer. There's been a few times he's knocked me out with his head. Thing is like a brick. Isn't that right baby? You have a big 'ole brick for a head, huh?" You cooed at the dog and he attacked your face with kisses again, having no idea what the hell you were even saying. You took your heels off before standing up and walking to the kitchen. Harry followed behind you and Tank made his way to the living room and began chewing on his bone. 

"He's very cute. How old is he?" Harry asked. You opened a bottle of wine for yourself and pour yourself a glass. 

"He's about four. I got him when I had first moved in so I wouldn't be alone. I had always wanted a dog, so I adopted Tank before he could be used for dog fighting." You put the bottle of wine in the fridge and opened a cabinet trying to reach the only bottle of whiskey you had. You stood on your tiptoes, stretching your arm as far as it would go. You felt Harry press up against your backside, reaching over you to grab it. He backed away and you turned to smile at him. You grabbed a glass and got some ice from the fridge, letting it fall into the cup. You handed it to Harry and he poured himself a glass. 

"I will never understand how people can do such a thing to animals." Harry shook his head and you agreed.

"I don't either. People are shit." You sighed and Harry nodded his head with a small laugh. You grabbed your wine glass again, taking a sip as you observed Harry's body. The suit he was wearing fit him perfectly in all of the right places but you really wondered what he looked like without it on. Harry stepped closer to you and your eyes trailed up his chest before you made eye contact with him.

"I was looking at you all night, Y/N," Harry admitted. His chest was almost completely against yours and you could feel the heat in your core growing.

"Is that so?" You smirked and sat your glass down, leaning against the kitchen counter. You watched his eyes scan over your chest and he licked his lips before nodding his head.

"I kept wondering how a beautiful woman such as yourself was on a date with a pretentious asshole when she could've been having the night of her life."

"It's not too late to change that." You shook your head and Harry lifted you onto the counter before you wrapped your arms around his neck. His lips flew to your neck and you let out a moan as he began to leave small bites before soothing them with his tongue. He slotted himself between your legs and you could feel his bulge through the material of your pants. You ran your hands down the front of his chest and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He pushed off his suit jacket and when you had the final button undone he took off the shirt. You observed his toned chest and arms, paying closer attention to the tattoos. You were a sucker for tattoos.

You shrugged off your red suit jacket and undid your belt before popping the button on your pants. Harry grabbed your belt and ran over the material with the tips of his fingers.

"This might come in handy." He smirked before sliding what he could into his back pocket. The thought of being tied up sent a shiver down your spine and another wave of heat to your core. You could feel your wetness soak your panties. You connected your lips again before you applied kisses to his jaw line and made your way over to the side of his neck right by his ear.

"I have something better that you can use. Upstairs, yeah?" You whispered in his ear and he nodded, backing up so you could hop off the counter. You grabbed his hand and lead him upstairs to your bedroom. As soon as you entered the bedroom you shut the door behind the both of you and turned on a lamp that gave enough light to illuminate the room to see the silhouettes of everything but not enough to make it blinding. It was the perfect mix. 

"So I have this box..." You reached under your bed and pulled out said box. You sat it on the bed and sat your hand over the top before you turned to Harry.

"I haven't used really anything in it and I kind of want to use it, if you're not comfortable I totally understand, I just figured I'd-"

"Get on the bed, hands up," Harry commanded and you looked at him in shock before following his instructions. You lay on the bed with your arms raised above your head. Harry looked through the box and grabbed a few things and sat them on the bed before he put the box back under the bed. He stripped himself of his pants, leaving himself in his boxers. He crawled over to you on the bed and all you could do was stare at the obvious bulge in his boxers. You could see the outline of him almost perfectly and you wanted nothing more than to just rip the material off of him.

"Eyes up here, darling." Harry tapped your chin and you looked into his emerald eyes. You bit your lip and he smiled at how desperately you wanted him. 

"We're following my rules tonight, okay?" He raised a brow and you nodded.

"Yes, sir." 

"Fuck, I could get used to that. Say it again." Harry gripped your chin as you stared into his eyes and smirked.

"Yes, sir." You let out a soft moan just to get a rise out of him as you knew it was working. He pulled on the material of your pants and you lifted your hips to help get them off. Harry tossed them somewhere in the room and ran his fingers over your clothed heat. He grabbed one of the two items that rested on the bed. He held your wrists together as he wrapped a rope around them to bind them together. 

"So wet for me already. Should we take this off, hm?" He rubbed his fingers over your clit in a few small circles before unsnapping the buttons. He pulled the lacey body suit up your body and over your head, also tossing that somewhere. He stared at your body, examining every little bit of you as he palmed himself through his boxers. 

"On your hands and knees for me, baby," Harry tapped your cheek and you did as you were told. You go onto your hands and knees, leaning your chest against the bed to arch your back as much as you could, laying your arms above your head. A moment later you felt cool leather being dragged across your back, over your ass, and across your pussy. It sent shivers down your spine but something was arousing about the soft feeling.

"Do you know what this is?" He asked, dragging the material across your body again. You shook your head and Harry slapped the material against your ass, causing you to moan.

"Words."

"No, sir."

"It's a flogger, a type of whip. Do you like how it feels?" He asked, dragging the material down your back again.

"Yes, sir." You truly enjoyed the soft feeling of the leather across your back. It was the anticipation that made it most arousing, not knowing if you were going to get spanked or if he was just going to toy with you. 

"I won't use it much more. It's a nice little introduction. I am, however, dying to taste you." Harry groaned and his dirty words made you drip.

"Please touch me," You begged and you heard him let out a quiet groan before his hands rested against your sides before he licked a bold stripe against your pussy causing you to moan. His mouth wrapped around your clit and he sucked and soothed over the bundle of nerves. You moaned into the pillows, gripping the sheets the best you could as he continued his attack. You felt one of his fingers toying with your entrance before he slowly slid one finger into you. He curved his finger and slowly pumped in and out of you.

"Fuck, more, please," You whined and he listened as he inserted another finger. His movements sped up and you screwed your eyes shut and moaned louder. The sounds of your wetness and moans filled the room as Harry groaned, sending vibrations against you. You could feel the familiar pit in your stomach begin to grow and you knew you wouldn't last much longer.

"Are you close, baby? I can feel you clenching around me." He began to rub fast circles against your clit and you moaned louder, screwing your eyes shut.

"Fuck, yes! Can I cum? Please?" You whimpered as you could feel yourself on the brink of spilling over.

"Cum for me, pretty girl." Harry moaned and attached his lips around you again as you released. You cried out as your high took over, already leaving you a mess. Your breathing was heavy as you slowly came down from your orgasm.

"God, you taste so sweet. On your back, love." Harry got off the bed as he stepped out of his boxers and you flipped over onto your back. You looked at him, noticing his length and your eyes widened. Harry crawled over the top of you before connecting his lips with yours. His tongue grazed your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, letting your tongue fight with his. You could taste yourself against his tongue but you didn't care.

"Can I?" Harry dragged his tip through your fold, collecting your arousal. 

"Please," You begged. You wanted nothing more other than him to fill you up completely. You knew his length was going to be a lot but you also knew it would be worth it.

Harry slowly slid into you, stretching you out. Harry pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and stilled inside of you, letting you get used to his length. He ran his thumb over your cheek a few times before you nodded your head signaling him to move. He slowly pulled almost completely out of you before pushing his hips forwards. His movements gradually got faster before he was hitting you in all of the right places. Your back arched and Harry leaned down with his arms on either side of your head. Your eyes closed as you let every part of him take over your sense.

"Look at me," Harry groaned and you opened your eyes, trying your hardest to keep your focus on him.

"Fuck, your cock is so big, I love the way you fuck me," You whimpered as Harry threw his head back.

"Shit, if you keep talking to me like that I won't last much longer," Harry came down and kissed you again, thrusting into you harder. You whimpered through the kiss and wrapped your legs around his waist. Harry quickly undid the rope around your wrists and your nails connected with his back as you raked them down from his brutal pace. Harry put his weight on one of his arms and moved the other one between you to rub your clit again. 

"Let me ride you, please," You begged as one of your hands came up to cup his face.

"Yeah? Pretty baby wants to ride my cock?" He questioned and you nodded as you whined. He grabbed your hip with one hand put the other on your lower back and flipped the two of you over. You began to grind your hips against him before bouncing up and down on him. Harry stared at you sliding in and out of him as you tossed your head back and grabbed your breasts, playing with your nipples. 

"Look at you, taking my dick so well," Harry praised before he grabbed onto your hips and began to throw his hips upward into you. A moan that was a borderline scream flew past your lips and you leaned forward, setting one of your hands on his chest to keep yourself steady and the other against your headboard. You could feel your second orgasm coming on and your eyes began to water from the stimulation.

"Harder," You gasped. He was already fucking you pretty hard but you just wanted every single piece of him. Harry held on in place as he continued his pace and he could feel you tightening around him. 

"Fuck, you're so tight," He moaned and you fell forward against his chest and whimpered in his ear before kissing his neck. You could taste the saltiness of his skin as you bit different places that you knew were bound to leave lilac marks. You pulled his earlobe between your teeth and whined in his ear which cause a quiet whimper to leave his lips.

"Fuck, fuck, Harry, I'm gonna cum again," You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, biting down almost hard enough to draw blood. 

"Shit, me too," He groaned and you pulled yourself off of him before flipping around and taking his cock into your mouth. He didn't have time to object but he didn't mind having your mouth around him.

"Holy fuck," He gasped as your lips wrapped around him, not expecting the feeling of his tip hitting the back of your throat. He pulled your hips down over his face before sucking on your clit as you both moaned. You held him down your throat for a moment before coming up to take a gasp for air. You licked up his shaft before you wrapped one of your hands around the base of his dick to begin jerking him off. You could feel him twitch under your touch so you took him back into your mouth. A few seconds later you could feel the hot sticky spurts of him trail down the back of your throat, swallowing every bit of him. Your orgasm him seconds later as you moaned with his cock still in your mouth. Your legs began to shake and tears slid down your cheek from the overstimulation. You tried to pull away from him but he held your hips in place, continuing to lap his tongue over you to ride out your high. 

You rolled over off of him as you took in a few deep breaths to calm your heart rate. You both lay there for a minute in silence before Harry spoke up.

"Where is your bathroom, love?" You could tell he was out of breath.

"Right across the hall." You responded quietly as your eyes fluttered closed. You felt him get off the bed before walking out of the room. A few seconds later he came back into the room as you felt the bed dip down. You opened your eyes and noticed he had a damp rag in his hand. He ran the rag gently over your core cleaning you up and you felt your cheeks go red. You had never had anybody do any type of aftercare for you before.

Harry leaned over you and applied a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled the comforter back and patted the spot next to him. You crawled under the blanket and leaned against his chest. You could feel your eyes growing heavy and you knew you would end up falling asleep.

"Harry?" You spoke up, your voice was soft as you traced over the tattoo on his stomach. 

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly as he started running his fingers through your hair.

"I hope it's not a lot to ask, but," You paused not even sure if you should ask.

"What, baby?" He picked up on your worry and turned his head to look at you.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" You asked quietly, not even sure if he could hear you. 

"Of course. I also hope it's not a lot to ask, but will you get breakfast with me in the morning?" You could hear the smile in his voice and you nodded your head and smiled against his chest.

"If you'd let me, I'd love to go through that box with you too," His voice was low and you looked up at him. You bit your lip and nodded your head as you felt your cheeks get hot. Harry leaned down a connected his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and delicate, with no hurried movements or any sort of rush to it. He pulled away and pressed a gentle kiss to your nose before he leaned his head back. You rested your head against his chest again and closed your eyes, listening to his heartbeat. The subtle thump slowly put you into a trance before you both drifted off to sleep. 

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[philcollinsenjoyer]

hello auguste do u have movie recommendations.. just like any movies

helloooo how are you<3 i sure do i can give you a few based on genres if you want since you didn't specify! i don't really have any deep cuts i'm not a big enough cinephile yet💔 you'll forgive me if you've seen some:

romance and romcoms:

bringing up baby (1938) - some like it hot (1959) - when harry met sally (1989) (i know it's a tumblr classic but just in case i can't stress enough how much you need to see it) - 4 weddings and funeral (1994) - whisper of the heart (1995) - dirty dancing (1987) (again. but you need to see it.) - pride and prejudice (1995) (i insist on the date. watch all 5 hours.) - amélie (2001) - two weeks notice (2002) - saved! (2004) (wasn't sure where to put it exactly i guess i'll say romance but it's so much more) - rye lane (2023)

horror:

rebecca (1940) - the red shoes (1948) - rear window (1954) - psycho (1960) - rosemary's baby (1968) - suspiria (1977) - alien (1979) - the thing (1982) - child's play (1988) - final destination (2000) - saw (2004) - house of wax (2005) - black swan (2010) - the cabin in the woods (2011) - unfriended (2014) - train to busan (2016) - happy death day (2017) - nope (2022) & get out (2017)

thrillers dramas and action movies :

dial m for murder (1954) - donkey skin (1970) - dog day afternoon (1975) - ...and justice for all (1979) - amadeus (1984) - karate kid (1984) - the last temptation of christ (1988) - dead poets society (1989) - boyz n the hood (1991) - speed (1994) - la haine (1995) - heat (1995) - practical magic (1998) - velvet goldmine (1998) - fight club (1999) - 28 days (2000) - erin brockovich (2000) - billy elliot (2000) - panic room (2004) - kung fu hustle (2004) - mysterious skin (2004) (look up the triggers for this one) - brick (2005) - julie & julia (2009) - a single man (2009) - shutter island (2010) - inception (2010) - the girl with the dragon tattoo (2011) (look up triggers as well) - gone girl (2014) - the handmaiden (2016) - thoroughbreds (2017) - hustlers (2019) -

musicals (with the note that i generally don't like musicals that much so👍)

singin' in the rain (1952) - yellow submarine (1968) (💗) - jesus christ superstar (1973) - grease (1978) - a monster in paris (2011)

fuckass roadtrip movies :

it happened one night (1938) - the outsiders (1983) - my own private idaho (1991) - thelma & louise (1991) - my cousin vinny (1992) - little miss sunshine (2006) - stardust (2007) - the voyage of the dawn threader (2010) - the green knight (2021) (i'm putting this one in for the bit don't actually watch it it's bad)

#i could have done comedy / biopics / period sections but i got tired

[lhrry]

can you please make a compilation of harry’s house / faith in the future parallels?

so I decided to  make this broader and rather suggest different possible readings, so while some are very overt and some are more conceptual or subjective and produced by my own reading of each album. the best thing about some of these, though, is that they are not the same or parallel per se, but more like two sides of the same story/responding to one another!

no title song but rather an overarching concept as the title of the album

the way both albums keep returning to the idea of change, dancing between resisting and accepting it, sometimes borderline celebrating it

Things haven't been quite the same, there's a haze on the horizon, babe... [...] I've never been a fan of change, but I'd follow you to any place // tell you I'm on my way, nothing could make me late, said I had a plan for us, time it came and changed it all

In this world, it's just us, you know it's not the same as it was // and the element of change + continuing to go on together in you and me until the end waking up to start again

In this world, it's just us, you know it's not the same as it was // you and me until the end waking up to start again

nobody stays the same, no matter how much you want it, some things change

I remember back at Jonny's place, it's not the same anymore // eg a trip down memory lane, houses all look the same, there’s different names on the gates, you know the people have changed, oh it’s such a shame, nothing stays the same

Louis’ different version of you know it’s not the same as it was, such as nobody stays the same, no matter how much you want it, some things change; we knew that all would change; before the world it got so serious, before the time it got away from us...

Also the resistance to change for Louis in eg When somebody told me I would change, I used to hide behind a smile, is felt in as it was or even more explicitly in late night talking

Louis also has these nothing actually changed/resistance to change moments (common people, nothing’s changed/, we’re still the same inside)

talking/not talking 

So when you find out what we're fighting for, I'll be ready to talk // am I bothering you, do you wanna talk?

Do you wanna talk? We share the last line, then we drink the wall, 'Til we wanna talk // there were problems in this empty bottle, at the bottom, but we drained all that

we’ve been doing all this late night talking, ‘bout anything you want until the morning // the jokes and songs in silver tongues (nights like these we’ll remember..)

I don't wanna talk about the way that it was // we can talk about it, it’ll only make it worse, there’s a time for sayin’ who did what where it went wrong I wanna hear all that but tight now etc. (also I won’t say a word, it can wait til the morning)

I’m in an LA mood, I don’t wanna talk to you vs I can still hear your silence

I’m here, right here, wishing I could be there for you // the sentiment in angels fly, especially the “I’m on my way”

Harry, you’re no good alone // alone we’re just as good as the rest

Answer the phone, “harry you’re no good alone, why are you sitting at home on the floor? What kind of pills are you on?” ringin’ the bell and nobody’s coming to help // I’m on my way with some time to borrow […] I’ll knock on your door it’ll save me from callin’

The reminder to look up to the sky in angels fly vs holding me back, gravity’s holding me back

The sentiment of finding community and chosen family in Matilda and All This Time 

I said you know me, alone we're only, just as good as the rest, together we're the greatest, […] it's you and me until the end, life for us is never over and the different ways in which Louis says I love you and it’s us until the end // harry’s there’s just no getting through, without you, just me and you, love of my life, etc.

I don't want you to get lost // cos I'm a hard man to lose, but I figured it out 

Stay green a little while, You bring blue lights to dreams // blue like the lights surrounding me, it all seems so different when I'm around it, see all these waves and waves of green, keep on coming like a dream, until nothing is the same 

nothing is original, there's nothing left to say // nothing to say when everything gets in the way 

not harry's house but also if you read the greatest as for and about the fans at the shows, there are parallels with lights up (talked about here) and also worth mentioning louis’ no falling all to pieces // harry’s falling

elements of boyfriends and written all over your face, as you're giving me the silent treatment, don't know what it's achieving // it gets hard to know what he's thinking, you love a fool who knows just how to get under your skin

I'll do everythin' I can, To help you through, If you're feelin' down, I just wanna make you happier, baby, Wish I was around, I just wanna make you happier, baby, we've been doing all this late night talking // you know when I'm with you I'm so much happier, nights like these we'll remember the songs we wrote etc.

the entirety of keep driving and silver tongues conceptually

I think these songs most obviously mirror and respond to each other, both being very “just you and me” songs

with keep driving being a collection of things and probably inside jokes only harry and the person he wrote the song for understand and silver tongues having own version in “and I choked when your smoke got in my eye, bad logic and empty cans, I know nobody understands me like you do” where he illustrates the faulty logic of choking because of smoke in his eye, + the repetitions of nobody understands me like you do

You smile at me and say, “It’s time to go”, but I don't feel like going home as an answer to I would ask, "Should we just keep driving?"

we shout some things that we'll regret, sit down with a masterplan I know nobody understands me like you do again sounds like the entirety of keep driving basically

maple syrup, coffee pancakes for two, hash brown, egg yolk, I will always love you // you me until the end, wakin’ up to start again (there’s even breakfast and waking up, hello?)

we’ll remember those stupid jokes only we know, you know, when I’m with you I’m so much happier, nights like these, we’ll remember those songs we wrote only we know and the entirety of keep driving

there's nowhere else that I would rather be // You're always there, so don't overthink

and I'm the one who will stay, oh // you know the party’s over, when you’re standing in an empty space alone 

babe // babe 

you got the cinema // if you believe a guy’s Superman, there selling tickets at the cinema

cause loving you’s the real thing, it just feels right // can we please get back to loving when it’s good it’s really something

whatever gets you through the darkest night, just find the light out in the madness, hold tight // you showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest day

with me, I know you wanna come with me, take anything you can carry and leave everything else behind // take you with me everytime I go away; I’ve never been a fan of change but I’d follow you to any place, if it’s Hollywood or Bishopsgate I’m coming too

put the pain behind you now, you don't need it anymore // you can let it go and the sentiment of matilda

#now if you asked about parallels even with fine line this truly would be a monster askjhsdjh

[strawberrybyers]

for the past few years i’ve been keeping track of every film i watch for the first time ever throughout the year. in 2023, i watched the most amount i have documented so far! out of those 132 films—i wanted to share some of my favorites <3

1. aftersun (2022) dir. charlotte wells

2. the bling ring (2013) dir. sofia coppola

3. king richard (2021) dir. reinaldo marcus green

4. the whale (2022) dir. darren aronofsky

5. nine days (2020) dir. edson oda

6. air (2023) dir. ben affleck

7. top gun: maverick (2022) dir. joseph kosinski

8. glass onion (2022) dir. rian johnson

9. take care of maya (2023) dir. henry roosevelt

10. the king’s speech (2010) dir. tom hopper

11. girl in the picture (2022) dir. skye borgman

12. green room (2015) dir. jeremy saulnier

13. pulp fiction (1994) dir. quentin tarantino

14. red, white & royal blue (2023) dir. matthew lópez

15. boys don’t cry (1999) dir. kimberly pierce

16. scream vi (2023) dir. matt bettinelli-olpin & tyler gillett

17. the menu (2022) dir. mark mylod

18. the quiet girl (2022) dir. colm bairéad

19. barbie (2023) dir. greta gerwig

20. interstellar (2014) dir. christopher nolan

21. the super mario bros. movie (2023) dir. michael jelenic & aaron horvath

22. the craft (1996) dir. andrew fleming

23. bones and all (2022) dir. luca guadagnino

24. bullet train (2022) dir. david leitch

25. when harry met sally… (1989) dir. rob reiner

26. pearl (2022) dir. ti west

27. molly’s game (2017) dir. aaron sorkin

28. pain hustlers (2023) dir. david yates

29. elemental (2023) dir. peter sohn

30. nyad (2023) dir. elizabeth chai vasarhelyi & jimmy chin

31. the other zoey (2023) dir. sara zandieh

32. oppenheimer (2023) dir. christopher nolan

33. eloise at christmastime (2003) dir. kevin lima

34. leave the world behind (2023) dir. sam esmail

35. tinker bell (2008) dir. bradley raymond

36. prayers for bobby (2009) dir. russell mulcahy

37. little women (1994) dir. gillian armstrong

38. saltburn (2023) dir. emerald fennell

39. candy cane lane (2023) dir. reginald hudlin

40. the grinch (2018) dir. scott mosier & yarrow cheney

41. a season for miracles (1999) dir. michael pressman

42. bottoms (2023) dir. emma seligman

(these are ranked in the order that i watched them)

full list of films i watched in 2023 on my letterboxd

#aftersun #the bling ring #king richard #the whale #nine days #air #top gun maverick #glass onion #the king’s speech #pulp fiction #red white and royal blue #boys don’t cry #scream vi #the menu #barbie #interstellar #the craft #bones and all #bullet train #when harry met sally… #pearl #molly’s game #elemental #nyad #the other zoey #oppenheimer #little women #saltburn #the grinch #bottoms 2023