but she's better now and happy

anonymous asked:

We haven’t talked about ssn and formula 1 much since the news about joe like she was happy glowing smiling moving her hips shocking us all that she had moves like it was crazy and it explains her flight to London straight after the show like she jumped on the jet to joe as soon as she got off stage, probably rang him and said I’m on my way home now baby it was a great show they have no idea! 😂😂😂

It’s actually crazy looking back and seeing how we knew nothing about what she was up to during that time. I remember just being so happy that she was glowing and smiling the whole night, and we had no idea that she was literally out there living her best life and doing better than ever.

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[Blackout] gave us a refracted view of Spears’ life, a group art project about what other people thought being Britney Spears was like. And given that Spears herself had been decimated by her own media narrative, this seemed like the perfect artistic expression of Spears at the time. She had become more concept than person, Spears Inc. instead of Britney. Who better to express this than those watching it happen, rather than the one experiencing it? Now, as Blackout turns 10, it stands as a masterpiece of her extraordinarily resilient career, a perfect piece of pop art of its time as well as a trend-setting record that brought EDM elements into the mainstream, where they still permeate today. […] At the time Blackout dropped, it sounded like it came from the future—a dystopian and warped future, but nevertheless interesting. Pop radio had remained steeped in the pop-R&B influences that had also driven Spears’ music until then: The top songs of the year were Beyoncé’s “Irreplaceable” and Rihanna’s “Umbrella,” both beautifully sung grooves. Blackout offered crunchy beats that sounded like they were coming from a broken computer, classic dubstep wobbler effects, and Spears’ voice intentionally distorted in every way possible. Whether Spears could sing didn’t matter; her producers played her like an instrument. That’s one of the more practical reasons that the opening line of the first song, “Gimme More,” is brilliant: “It’s Britney, bitch.” Instantly quotable, yes, but also a mere disclaimer—yes, this is actually Britney Spears. She is present and accounted for before her recognizable breathiness morphs seamlessly into a bass-toned, male sounding gurgle, then into a chorus of Britneys and back again during the repetitive chorus of the song.

Britney Spears’ ‘Blackout’ Turns 10: How Her Worst Year Gave Us Her Best Album (Billboard)

anonymous asked:

I sent her a message two weeks ago and told her that I was pregnant and how happy I was building a family with the love of my life. When I met her yesterday she pulled me into a hug and said "oh my god you're not showing at all" and I couldn't help but burst into tears. She immediately knew that something was wrong but I tried to act like those were just happy tears. She then hugged me again and I couldn't help but tell her that my doctor told me that there's a high chance that I will miscarry

and she just hugged me even closer and then asked me If I know why and if there’s any chance that we can do something about this. I said that I feel absolutely lost and hopeless because I had a miscarriage before and Taylor just looked into my eyes and grabbed my hand and said that she will make sure that I get a second opinion from a doctor who’s an expert and that she’ll promise me to try everything to help us save our “little angel” (that’s what she called my baby a few times).  and then she hugged me again and said how important it is for me to stay positive and have happy thoughts. And then she asked me all about what it’s like to be pregnant and If I feel sick or weird and how my husband reacted and everything. I said that my husband has some trouble dealing with my mood swings and she literally said “well, I’m not pregnant and my man has to deal with that already” lol She just really made me laugh and cheered me up and MADE ME be positive. And today, I just got an email with the address of a doctor ( Of course, I won’t say any names) and some possible date’s that I get to choose. I was overwhelmed because she didn’t just keep her word but when I asked for financial infos about this specialist I learned that “everything is being taken care of”… I’m speechless and thankful and even though everything about this is so private, I felt the deep need to share this story. I cannot even start to say how thankful I am for Taylor and how considerate and kind she is. She knows me and my story and I will never be able to thank her enough for doing everything to help me save my “little angel”. She, herself, is an angel and it makes me happy to know that she has found her own happiness. I hope everyone reading this will think twice from now on before judging Taylor or anything she does. I will never forget that she has done this for me and I will forever be thankful. Thank you for sharing this, Shay!

oh……my………god…….this woman is literally AN ANGEL!!! first of all, i’m so sorry for what you’ve been through and i’m sure everything will turn out for the better, but also wow, THIS IS WHO TAYLOR SWIFT IS! This is literally the best fan interaction i have heard and i really hope people understand her personality more rather than judge her. i’m so happy that she managed to get you advice and help, hopefully everything will turn out positive! Thank you so much for sharing this, you are very brave!

also the  “well, I’m not pregnant and my man has to deal with that already” hahahahaha this woman omg i love her so much

does anyone remember that time Taylor said in an interview she admires Ed’s ability to write songs about when he’s happy? It was when she was talking about Tenerife sea. And she said that she wishes she could do that but that she’s better in writing songs from heartbreak. And now there she is writing one love song after another. I’m so proud.

Rec List

hello loves! so in honor of getting to 2,000 followers, i thought that i would give out a list of writers i love. i haven’t done this often, usually just a quick post about a writer’s work, but this time i’m doing my full list of everyone i love, and will add to it when i find some! also, send me in writer’s that you guys love so that i can read them too!

quick thing: you have probably read all of these writer’s work because they are amazing but if you haven’t, then get to there page ASAP!  

@roseonhissleeve (first person i followed and her series are keeping me up at night, i love them)

@harrysanchortat (HAVE YOU READ ANYTHING BY HER?! SHES AMAZING NO MATTER WHAT PIECE)

@4everinsane (so much to choose from on her list, you can’t go wrong with anything)

@stylishmuser (ummm the ‘both of you’ series?? she killed me!)

@inwhichitrytowritesomething (best smut writer, hands down)

@harrysofluffy (her memes of harry are so good, just binge them)

@hardliquorhaz (’SHAKESPEARE’ WAS A MASTERPIECE)

@ever-since-kiwi (been following her since her third post and they are getting better and better)

@canistay-haz (lord her smut is amazing)

@domestic-styles (i recommend her all the time, go read ‘The Preschool Teacher’ now)

@harry-writings (shes the best angst wrtier, and when i found out she followed me, i screamed i was so happy)

@iwriteforharry (shes not afraid to write sad shit and she makes me cry all the time, truly amazing)

@oh-styles (four. words. ‘something about a feeling’. go look now.)

@iloveyouhaz (her concepts are everything)

@wishful-thinking1201 (one of my first followers and she writes so well, go read her ‘Stranded’ imagine, it’s my favorite)

@kasiwrites (SMUT! SMUT! SMUT!)

@pendantstyles (her short blurbs are good antidotes to read throughout my day, they lift my mood or keep me on the edge of my seat wondering what is happening next)

@inkslingerharry (my one true love, fascinating writer)

@carolina-kiwi (she has an album collection series that is to die for)

@littledreamybeth (just posted a marcel imagine, ANGST SO GOOD)

@trulymadlysydney (once again, SMUT! SO! GOOD!)

@carmineharry (if you crave an alex imagine, shes your girl)

@harryimaginedstories (one of my biggest supporters, and has a huge masterlist also, all amazing!)

@harrylillies (FUCKING ‘STEADY HEART’ SERIES!!!! HER NEW ‘SUITS’ SERIES!!! IM READY AND YOU SHOULD BE TOO!!)

@stylesdimplefeelings (do not even get me started on both ‘Whipped’ series)

@harryslittlelovehandles (lots of au’s if thats what you are looking for)

@queenmestyles (’song title challenge’ is my shit)

@jawllines (how have any of you not read her rollar rink imagine)

@hardliquorandabitofintellect (mmmm mmmm mmmmmmm… read. all. now)

@betweenuspreferences (one of the first people i followed, writes for all four boys, and is just perfect)

@bribe-the-door (i wouldn’t know what to recommend its all to good)

@hcrrystvles (fluff and smut is on fucking point)

@sorrynotharry (i’m currently addicted to a zayn series actually, called BFB so check that out)

@tillthelandslide (also recommended her before, classic writings and the sweetest human alive)

THATS ALL I HAVE SO STOP READING THIS LIST AND START READING THERE WORK!!!

Mothers’ Weekend

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k


Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.

It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.

She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.

See. Bad mother.

A good mother would have known somehow.

A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.

A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.

She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…

God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.

A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.

Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.

She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.

And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…

She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.

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idk I see a lot of people laughing about eleven just ignoring max upon first meeting out of jealousy, but tbh??? I hated it.

Max literally lives with an abusive stepdad and brother, and when she finally thought she made some friends, Mike acts all cold to her. And then they’ve been through all this shit, and she’s starting to think Mike is warming up to her, but he’s still cold. And then eleven comes back, and she’s all excited to meet her and she also acts cold toward her? She doesn’t know what the hell she did to this girl, right? I feel so fucking bad for her and I was so mad at el in that scene. I now she’s a bit emotionally immature sometimes, but like…. really? Max was treated horribly this season by all the characters (except lucas tbh I love him) and she deserves so much better. I hope she gets her own arc and I hope they let her into the party next season.

Max is my girl and she deserves to be happy. 

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HAPPY 7 YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF SPEAK NOW (October 25, 2010).
“People like to fixate on Taylor Swift’s youth, as if to say, yeah, she’s pretty good for her age. But that just begs a question: Where are all the older people who are supposedly making better pop records than Taylor Swift? There aren’t any. In a mere four years, the 20-year-old Nashville firecracker has put her name on three dozen or so of the smartest songs released by anyone in pop, rock or country. These 14 tunes chronicle the hopes and dreams of boy-crazy small-town Everygirls, and Swift wrote them all by herself.”
- review of Speak Now, Rolling Stone (4 stars)

ITS EVEN BETTER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE, YOU COULD TELL BY HOW SHE SPOKE OF IT HOW PROUD AND HAPPY SHE WAS WITH IT AND HOW HAPPY SHE WAS TO BE IN THE PLACE IN HER LIFE SHE NOW, IM SO PROUD TAYLOR I LOVE YOU SO MUCH IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU

My Reputation story

Finally today “Reputation” arrived to this blondie here…

…and she really couldn’t wait to listen to it…

…So, she put the record on, and in the meantime, she read some drama on TS!!Weekly… 

…and she was very shocked by the discovery of Olivia’s real father!!!

…and she was very touched by that “If you’re anything like me” poem on the very last page. Cause she’s like you. In every word she saw herself: a hurted, lonely, insecure, blondie girl with too much hope in her heart. This girl is like you Taylor, and she always thought that things could get better, but now she truly believe it…

…and she was very happy too see that, on the other side of the world, you Taylor are having the best time of your life, cause you deserve nothing but happiness and love…

…Thank you @taylorswift, for giving us the best music we could ask for. Reputation is so good, I can’t even explain how good it is. This album hit me, like a shotgun shot to the heart. I can’t stop to listen to it, and to relate myself to those lyrics. Through this songs you tell your story, and you tell mine, and the story of millions other people in this world. You were with me, when I had 15 years old and I was dreaming about love. You were with me, when I had 16 and I was dealing with my first love, and I was feeling like a princess in a fairytale. You were with me, when I had 18 and I was going through a very painful heartbreak. You were with me, when I lost myself, and found a new version of me. You are with me now, that I’m trying to break free from this cage that my past choices have built all around me. It’s not going to be easy, but with you and your amazing music by my side, I now that everything is going to be alright.

Thank you, because, like always, you understand me more than anyone else in the world. 

Aren’t my Friends- Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Words: 1094

Warning(s): Sadness, Loss of Friendship, Fluff

Description: With your friends always trying to set you up with someone, you come clean and tell them you already have a boyfriend. You just hoped they would have been more accepting.

Taglist: @sleepylunarwolf @stranger-films

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Lapidot in “Raising The Barn” - From Peridot’s Side

I’ve taken a look at the Lapidot content in Raising The Barn from Lapis’ side in a separate post; now, it’s time to look at the role Peridot played in the episode.

“Lapis was very agitated when she heard you were on Homeworld.  I was bending over backwards to make her feel better.”

Here, we see Peridot mentioning that (both physically and metaphorically) she’s been bending over backwards to make sure that Lapis is happy.  This level of dedication to another person is something that we only ever see from Peridot in relation to Lapis; most of the time, she can be quite self-centred and even a little egotistica - rarely (if ever) putting anyone else before herself.

“Maybe it’s good that we’ll be away from everything, where nothing can change; no surprises, or developments.  She’s been through so much.  She needs consistency.”

Here, we again see Peridot putting Lapis first.  The genuine concern with which she says that Lapis has “been through so much” is a tone of voice that, again, we only ever hear Peridot speaking when she’s talking to/about Lapis (another very clear example of this being her “no-one said there was a rush” line to Lapis in Room for Ruby).  Peridot clearly cares more for Lapis than anyone else, and this is another prime example of that.

The fact that she’s saying this to Steven when Lapis is nowhere nearby (as opposed to masking her own feelings in order to put Lapis first towards the end of the episode, which we’ll get onto shortly) goes to show that she’s speaking with sincerity.

It transpires, as the episodes continues, that Pumpkin doesn’t want to leave the Earth – and, deep down, neither does Peridot.  Yet, she was willing to do this regardless in order to keep Lapis happy, which is testament to her level of dedication to Lapis.  She would have sacrificed absolutely everything in order to spend the rest of eternity in space with just Lapis and Pumpkin; that speaks volumes about the strength of her feelings for Lapis.

In the end, Steven convinces her to be honest with Lapis.  This is something that Peridot doesn’t feel able to do – not because she’s afraid of Lapis, but rather because she’s afraid of hurting her.

In the past, Peridot’s blunt honesty has hurt/deeply offended the people around her (irrespective of whether or not it was intentional) – one only has to look at how her brutal honesty offended Amethyst during Peridot’s early days with the Crystal Gems, as well as getting her punched in the face by Pearl, to name just two examples.

Peridot is acutely aware of Lapis’ past traumas, as we’ve seen many times in the past.  And because Peridot knows how easily she’s offended people in the past with her choice of words, she takes extra care when speaking around Lapis – even to the point of hiding the truth from her so that she doesn’t get upset.  Lapis means more to Peridot than absolutely anyone else, and so she goes to great lengths to make sure that she doesn’t offend her in any way at all because of that.

When Peridot finally decides to open up with Lapis, it’s not her usual brand of brutal honesty – instead, it’s much more gentle and heartfelt.

“…I think we should fight for this life we’ve built instead of tearing it up out of the ground! I think we can win.  I think you can win.  Earth is our home now… isn’t it worth fighting for?”

The fact that Peridot says “I think you can win” is incredibly interesting.  It carries a much heavier implication than simply winning the fight against the Diamonds; Peridot is most likely referring to Lapis’ past traumas and her fear of the war.  She knows how hard Lapis is going to have to fight with herself in order to get over her fear and actually defend the Earth, but this is something that Peridot wants to help her with (and something she believes Lapis can do, even if Lapis herself doesn’t believe it) – hence her caring tone of voice and her holding her hand out to Lapis.  It’s a very loving gesture.  We can also see Peridot here, like Lapis before her, referring to “life we’ve built” and “our home”, further emphasising the fact that Lapis and Peridot share their entire lives with each other.

In the end, Peridot can’t convince Lapis to stay (which is a decision that, as discussed in the Lapis counterpart to this post, was made out of pure fear – and which Lapis felt terrible for).

Peridot is left totally heartbroken.

We’ve literally never seen her get this upset over anything before, in spite of all the hardship that she’s previously been though. It just goes to show how much Lapis means to her.

This is something that is integral to the next Peridot episode (Back To The Kindergarten) and will be discussed in a separate post pertaining to that episode.

Billy Hargrove Headcannons

Requested: I don’t usually write for people not on the list, but i feel bad cuz i haven’t written in so long. I’m sorry but school is tight cuz private schools suck, but I’ll write when I have time.


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*Him being constantly on your ass about spending time with him

*(cuz he doesn’t want to be alone)

*(you know but don’t want to embarrass him so you don’t say anything about it)

*Going for long cruises in his car and when he starts driving recklessly you’ll reach across the console and giving his hand a squeeze silently reminding him to ease up

*trying to get him to be kinder to Max and her adorable friends

*totally shipping Lucas with Max, but stay quiet around Billy so you don’t upset him

*Being the big sister Max always wanted and taking her places when she doesn’t want Billy to drive her

*Driving to some cliff-like structure and laying a blanket on top of the car so you can stargaze (and make out)

*chilling with him behind school inhaling his second hand smoke and flirting your butts off

*Even though you’ve been together for 6 months, you both still enjoy the thrill of the chase always figuring out ways to keep each other guessing

*instead of getting jealous of all the envious looks from other girls, you constantly tease ‘Big Bill’ about the unwanted attention

*he may have used to enjoy it, but now its just annoying

*always giving him a little loving in front of those girls just so they know he’s taken

*when his dad is getting to be a little too much, he speeds over to your house and knocks on your door

*your parents understand his situation and just send him up to you and he curls up in your arms as you hum, sing or whisper sweet nothings to him

*he’s always thankful for your attention and love and he makes sure you know it

*over time he begins to let go of his careless attitude and finds himself actually dressing up for dates with you (not too much) and starts to slightly care about his grades

*you notice the shift in his character immediately and slyly ask if he wants to study after school sometimes

*after a while of improvement, you ask him why he is making this sudden change

*he proceeds to tell you that its all for you

*despite what everyone thinks and sees him as, he wants to be able to graduate, to get a job, to provide for you because damn his name if he doesn’t get to keep you for the rest of his life

*his dad notices the change to and begins to actually lighten up on the kid

*this just makes it easier to treat Max more like a human than some dog he can order and kick around

*you never tell him when you catch him joking around with her and developing a sort of friendship with her

*this all is a cycle that leads back to your beautiful self and he understands that you play a role in his life that could never be replaced

*there were no words to describe how thankful he was to have discovered your soul and intertwine it with his own

*(then you mock him for his newly-discovered love for poetry)

*he’s just so happy now and its so much better than his self-destructive self-serving personality he had before

*he can proudly say hes apologized to Lucas and voluntarily drives Max to places like the arcade and Mike’s house because hes glad his little sister found people she can feel safe with

*he loves you so much and he tells you every chance he gets

*whether it be with a surprise road trip, spoiling you with special trinkets or kissing you until you can’t breathe

*He loves his Sunshine and you love your Moon


To anonymous: I’m not sure if this is what you wanted, but here you go. I kinda got carried away turning him into a cinnamon role, but thank you for your request and don’t be afraid to ask for more or tweaks to this one. Have a sunshiney day, love!

Happy Birthday, Love - Harry Styles Imagine

Breakdown: Harry forgets Y/N birthday and makes it up to her. 

For as long as she can remember, her favourite day of the year was always her birthday. This was not because she enjoyed being the center of attention, and not even because she loved receiving gifts, but the love for her birthday was due to her love of being surrounded by the most important people in her life. For her, there was truly nothing better than having each special person gathered together.

But now, the magic she once felt for her birthday has vanished. With her body curled into a ball on the leather couch, she stares at the clock hanging on the living room wall. As the clock strikes midnight, a tear streams down her face and gently lands upon the pillow that cradles her head – the pillow that is already damp from her abundance of tears.

Tonight could have been an incredible night. Actually, tonight could have been the perfect night. All of her loved ones spent the day pretending as if they had forgotten all about her birthday. Even when Harry woke up this morning, he did not give her a kiss or wish her a happy birthday. Instead, he promptly rushed out the door for another day at the recording studio. Later in the evening, her best friend called and asked for her to come over, for she had clothes that belonged to her and wanted to return them.

However, once she arrived, her best friend’s house was crowded with all of her favourite people. Even her parents had flown into the city to make a grand surprise for her birthday party. It was absolutely perfect…well, almost.

Her favourite person in the entire world was not there. When she asked where he was, her best friend stated that he was well aware of the event, for they had informed him about it about a week prior. She waited all night for his appearance, assuming that he would make a grand debut and surprise her in the most romantic way, for that’s truly the type of guy that he was. Nonetheless, the night dragged on and her stunning boyfriend did not arrive. Relentlessly, she eventually had to forfeit any hope of him appearing, and decided to return home. She expected to find him there, but of course, he hadn’t come home yet. Therefore, she changed into her Pyjamas, curled onto the living room couch, and wept at the thought of him forgetting her own birthday.

It wasn’t that she wanted to be celebrated or given attention, but it made her question whether he even truly appreciated her? For his birthday a few months ago, she had spent weeks planning an entire day of exciting birthday festivities. She spent hundreds of dollars and committed her own blood, sweat, and tears to ensuring that it was the most perfect day for him. But he couldn’t even remember that it was her birthday?

And now it’s over.

As the night continued on, her eyes grew weary. Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep, only to be woken at around two in the morning by the sound of the front door swinging open. She abruptly pulled herself into a sitting position and leaned forward, peering into the front porch of their cozy apartment. Of course, it was her boyfriend of two years, Harry Styles.

She watched as Harry pulled off his expensive jacket, revealing his chiseled arms, which were covered in his famous tattoos. He hung his jacket in the closet and pushed his hand through his curly hair, removing it from shielding his eyes. Harry made his way from the porch and into the living room, halting when he spotted her sitting on the couch.

“Oh, hey love,” he greeted with a small smile. “Sorry I’m home late. We all decided to visit the bar after finishing at the recording studio.”

She didn’t respond. She just stared at him, wondering if it was even worth bringing up anymore. He clearly did not care, and at this point, she couldn’t find the effort to care either. But as he continued to stare at her and wait for a response, he noticed her swollen eyes that were surrounded with black mascara, her red cheeks, and her trembling hands. An expression of confusion fell on his face, and just as he was about to inquire, his eyes fells upon a small box resting on the coffee table before her. The box was covered in gift paper, and on the front was a tiny greeting.

Harry’s entire body froze, for he was realizing what was going on, but hoping that he was wrong. He grabbed onto the small present and lifted it towards him, reading the small greeting on the top of the present. The card read, “Happy birthday to our darling daughter. This present is for both you and Harry to enjoy.” And Harry realized that indeed, he was right – he had forgotten his girlfriend’s birthday.

Harry dropped the present to the ground. As he accepted the truth, he placed both hands on the top of his head and closed his eyes, shaking his head in disappointment. With his body frozen in the same position, he opened his eyes and asked, “The surprise party?”

She gently nodded her head. “It was fun,” she said, quietly.

“Your parents?” he asked.

“They were there,” she confirmed. “They were only here for tonight.”

Harry buried his face into his hands before letting out a loud, “Damnit!” He quickly moved towards the couch and sat himself down beside her. He reached forward and cupped her jaw with his hands, pulling her face towards his.

“Y/N, I can’t even begin to tell you how sorry I am,” he says in a quiet voice.

“It’s okay, Harry,” she says, forcing a tiny smile on her face. “You’ve been really busy and finally had a night to enjoy yourself tonight.”

Harry’s eyes widen in surprise, for he can’t believe that she is trying to justify what he’s done. He shakes his head, adamantly. “No, Y/N. It’s not okay at all. I can see that you’re hurt and you have every reason to be.”

She shrugs her shoulders and attempts to give the impression that she was fine, but the tiny tears forming in her eyes are stronger than her, and they end up spilling down her cheeks. Harry wraps his arms around her and tugs her towards him, pulling her into his warm embrace. He leans down and kisses the top of her head.

“I love you so much, Y/N. You mean everything to me and I truly do not deserve you and your good heart.” Harry kisses her head again. “I’m going to make it up to you. I promise.”

The next morning, she woke up to the feeling of Harry’s bear chest pressed against her back, and his loving arms wrapped around her body. The first thing she noticed was her cellphone, which had hundreds of notifications. When entering onto instagram, she noticed that Harry had tagged her in a post. Harry did not use social media as much anymore, and he hardly ever posted about her and their relationship, but this time, he did. On his instagram, he had uploaded a photo of her sleeping and underneath was the simple caption, “Happy birthday to my everything xx.”

The next thing her eyes fell upon was a small box on table beside the bed. She reached for it and quickly unwrapped the paper. Inside was the most beautiful little necklace she had ever seen. It was a thin gold chain with a tiny heart pendant attached to it. Inside the box was a small note that said, “I bought this several weeks ago in preparation for your birthday. You have my heart, Y/N.”

The rest of the day continued just as magically. Harry promised to make it up to her and he certainly did. He promised to take her for lunch, but she was completely dumbfounded to discover that her parents too were at the restaurant, for Harry had flown them back to London. Once completing dinner and returning back to their shared apartment, she was startled by yet a second surprise party – one in which all her close friends and family members were attending.

And then to conclude the most perfect day, she and Harry spent the night doing her absolute favourite thing. While she was in her bedroom preparing for bed, she heard Harry’s deep British voice call for her. Once chasing his voice into the bathroom, she found a naked Harry, sitting in a bubble bath and holding a bottle of wine. Without hesitation, she stripped down to her naked state and hopped into the bathtub. With her back leaned against his chest and his legs wrapped around the sides of her body, Harry leaned forward and pressed his lips against her cheek. He then wrapped his arm around and handed her a glass of wine.

And then ever so gently, Harry whispered, “Happy birthday, love.”

Pocky Day

This one-shot is inspired by Hiro Mashima’s picture he drew for Pocky Day 2017. I do not own Fairy tail or this picture, Hiro Mashima does.

Summary: Some people can’t seem to grasp the concept of staying in their lane. Erza finds out the hard way that sometimes it’s better to leave things alone. Canonverse.

Rated T for foul language, blood, mild violence, and adult situations.

Genre: Humor, Romance

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy (Nalu)

Word Count: 3.5K

Read on FF.net or AO3.


Pocky Day

“We need to figure out which guy Lucy likes.”

Cana and Mira looked over, giving Erza a questioning glance. They looked over to Lucy, seeing her sitting at one of the tables. A book was in her hand while her spirit, Plue, wobbled about the table. Their gazes turned to Erza, Cana choosing to ask, “How do you plan on doing that?”

“Let’s do a pocky test!”

“A pocky test?” Mira asked, her tone skeptical. “What’s that?”

Erza’s eyes gleamed as she explained. “We make her and a guy eat a stick of pocky together to see who makes Lucy blush the most!”

Cana and Mira shared a look before shaking their heads. “That’s… that’s not a real test,” Cana said, but it was too late.

The requip mage was heading from table to table, asking if anyone had any pocky. When she found a pack of chocolate pocky in Levy’s possession, she snatched it away, ensuring the girl it was for a good cause. By the time Erza returned to the bar, a small crowd had gathered, Cana and Mira filling them in to Erza’s shenanigans.

“It’s not gonna work,” Macao said, shaking his head. “That girl blushes at everything.”

“Shhh,” Kinana swatted at the old drunk, “it might work.”

Erza grabbed a few sticks of pocky, waving them for everyone to see before heading to Lucy’s table. The celestial mage looked up when she saw someone approaching, offering Erza a smile.

“Hey Erza. How are you— What are you doing?!”

Erza dragged Lucy to the center of the room, looking around for her first victim. She found him sitting at the bar, a piece of chicken in his hand. “Natsu!”

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Chickens

“It’s nearly three o'clock, do you think Harry forgot about having tea with us?” Narcissa looked out of the small kitchen window. The farm house she lived in now was nothing compared to the manor, but after everything that had taken place there nothing like the manor sounded just right to her.

“He might have, but his secretary most certainly hasn’t.” Her son answered lightly. Now that he was nearing his thirties he’d become a more quiet, less dramatic man. Less like her ex-husband and more like herself. She loved that development.

“Well then I’d better put the kettle on.” Narcissa smiled as she made a move, knowing that she only had to wait a second or two before…

“I’ll do that, if you really want to do something you can check if Teddy’s room is dust free for his arrival from Hogwarts tomorrow.” Her sister pushed her away from the stove, sounding mad but looking blissfully happy. “You know how sensitive his asthma is.”

“I think there won’t be time for that.” Narcissa looked around to see her son had wandered back into the living room, where he was now looking out of the window. “Harry took the back door.”

And indeed an indian-looking man with hair modeled like a bird’s nest was very busy climbing over the garden fence as he balanced a large cake tin in his arms.

“I told him not to bring anything.” She sighed, shaking her head as the chickens in the garden noticed the newcomer and ran towards him.

“But we all know he never listens to anyone.” Draco chuckled as he watched Harry spot the chickens.

“We do. Now get a move on and give that poor man a hand before the chickens eat him.” Narcissa nudged her son towards the garden door and eyed his happy complexion with bliss. She loved seeing her son so happy. It almost made her forget her own terrible experiences with love.

“Stop following me!” Harry yelled at the chickens outside, who were now flocked around his feet. “Go away!”

“Don’t move Harry!” Her son yelled from the garden door, his voice scared and his face a mask of fear. “They might eat you!”

“They might what?!” Harry yelled shocked as he froze in place.

“Eat you, they’re flesh eating chickens.” Draco replied worriedly as he slipped into the rubber boots standing next to the garden door. The he took a deep breath as if he was bracing himself before charging into battle.

“Are you fucking seri-” but Harry was cut off by Draco charging at him, sweeping him off his feet and running back inside with him. At the last moment Narcissa prevented Harry’s baked goods from falling on the floor with a quick floatation charm.

“Draco put me down!” Harry yelled when he’d overcome the shock of seeing Draco in rubber boots.

“Not until I’ve saved you from the blood thirsty chickens!” Her son answered as he started laughing, letting Harry in on the fact that there was nothing to fear.

Narcissa chuckled and decided that, since the wedding day was coming closer, she might as well have some fun with her soon to be son in law. “Well well well, the great Harry Potter scared of a bunch of chickens.” She drawled in the best Draco imitation voice she could manage as her son carried Harry inside bridal style. “Wait till my father hears about this.”

“Lay off him cousin dear.” Sirius chuckled from where he lay in his husband’s lap. “Your poultry is bloody terrifying. They should all be killed if you asked me.”

“Oh just give up already Siri,” Remus rolled his eyes. “You know she’ll never let you chase the chickens.”

Her cousin pouted and buried his face in Remus’ soft stomach. “Ahgh! Pads that tickles!” Remus yelled, pushing Sirius off the couch.

“Whatever happened to the sophisticated pureblood family I’m about to marry into?” Harry shook his head as Draco came to a standstill. Narcissa, feeling uncharacteristically giddy, let Harry’s cake crash into her son so hard he and his fiance toppled onto the floor, joining Sirius on the carpet.

“Oh! I love this idea!” Tonks exclaimed when she entered the room through the front door. “I’ve always thought furniture is just a complot to let people fall on their faces.”

“Because only you are clumsy enough to trip over a ten feet long chaise lounge.” Fleur shook her head as she eyed her wife, who was now lying on the floor next to Sirius.

“It was dark!” The now blue haired woman yelled in defence.

“The couch was neon pink Tonks!” Fleur shouted back. “Fluorescent neon pink!”

“Where did you find a neon pink couch?” Harry asked surprised as he managed to free himself from underneath Draco, who had refused to get up, claiming that Harry was quite comfy to lie on.

“Please don’t tell him.” Narcissa’s son begged. “He’ll want one for our new appartment.”

“Are you two finally moving out of that tiny closet?” Andromeda asked as she entered the living room with a large tea tray.

“Yes Harry, Draco, when are the two of you finally coming out of the closet?” Sirius smirked, before Remus hit him over the head with the book he’d been trying to read.

“You’re terrible Pads.”

“But you still love me, don’t you Moony?” Sirius got up to his knees and looked at his husband with puppy eyes. Remus just sighed, muttered I do but Merlin knows why and pushed Sirius away with his foot so he landed on his back on the floor again.

“Are we going to buy Harry and Draco a neon pink couch?” Andromeda whispered conspiratorially in Narcissa’s ear.

“Where do you think Tonks was when she tripped over it?” Narcissa asked her sister with a smirk.

“You didn’t!” Andromeda whispered back, eyes wide in shock.

“Just ask Ted if you don’t believe me.” Narcissa winked and then moved to sit next to Remus. After all there was only so much silliness she could bear on one day.

And this, she thought contentedly, before starting a conversation about Remus’ DADA classes, really is silly. But it’s silly in the most wonderful way in the world.


So I was chased by my own chickens today, and this one shot was supposed to be about that and nothing else but my brain refused to listen. Anyhow I hope you enjoyed it! 

And I hereby dedicate it to @nachodiablo bc she’s awesome and also she made me ship flonks, @princess-ikol because she’s my wife and I love her and @macremme and @secretlycrazyhummingbird bc they’re super nice people and I love talking to them.

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Y/n was very hot

LA was currently being hit with a heat wave and she was not taking it very well. Y/n wasn’t use to this type of weather. She originally from a small town up near north of Washington, right smack dab outside the border of Canada. So living in a place where it would get as hot as 110 and cold as 60 was something she was not ever going to get use to. She living in Washington with her family for 21 years till she decided to leave and pursue her dreams. Y/n has always been a big animal lover, ever since she has lived right next to a huge lake she has became very fond with the animals that live deep down inside. After getting her degree in marine biology at the University of Washington she knew it was time to start living out her dream. After many and many more applications y/n got a call back from the Marine Mammal Care Center. It’s been years since she have moved to this small cozy apartment up in Playa Vista. Ever since y/n came to California her life has truly been better than ever, her career was really taking off,  was eating great food and went on amazing adventures but most of all met great people. The most important person that she came across was her boyfriend Harry, Harry Styles. Yes the Harry Styles that use to be the in the boyband One Direction but all of the boys have gone their own paths and became solo artists. Now some time after parting their own ways life has just been just getting better for the both of them. Y/n is happy at her job doing what she loves and Harry has now about to start touring the world promoting his first solo album. Before Harry packs his bags and leaves us all for for almost a year Jeff and Y/n decided to have a secret goodbye party for Harry. They all set it right in Harry’s backyard when he was away preparing for tour and shopping around with Harry Lambert to get all of his wardrobe together. Harry was in on it and tried to keep Harry out as long as possible so he wouldn’t come in and crash the whole surprise. Jeff and Y/n invited so many people to the party which included friends and family, they flew Anne, Gemma and Michal out. They catered food in and had a designer come in to help with the much need decorations up and all around the house. They had set up lights everywhere stringing all over the home to bright up the sky since it started to turn sun down before Harry would finally return back home. There was an open bar and an endless playlist of music to play throughout the entire night. Just as things were getting finished up y/n got a text message from Lambart saying that him and Harry would be showing up any minute.

“Harry will be here any minute, everyone get ready” she yelled out to get everyone’s attention, she looks over at Anne, Gemma and Michal. She gives all three a big smile when jogging over to them all and grabs a hold of their hands to hide, to duck away from Harry’s sight. All three of them hid behind the big black leather couch that Harry and y/n picked out when they were in about 6 months of their relationship. Crouching down on the cold tiled floor trying to keep a still so she won’t fall over, silently waiting for Harry to pop in through the door. In the moment she can hear the ever so slightly sound of the hand on the clock tick as each second passes by. Her head shoots up when she recognizes the sound of jingling keys and two voices coming from outside of the front door.

The door gets pushed open and she can tell that it’s Harry right away with the black leather Gucci loafers he stepped out in the early morning, the deep laugh he has whenever someone tells him a joke. Just then as he turns out to all of our clear view everyone pops up to him surprise. “SURPRISE” everyone yells out simultaneously when he steps his way into the living room. The surprise causing harry’s eyes to go big and his arms raise up to his face shocked at what is all happening

“Oh my god wow what is going on?” Harry gasps, stunned that everyone is here. Scanning his eyes all over to everyone till landing them on me. He stretches a big smile, causing his cheeks to turn red and one of his dimpled popping out on his left cheek. He drops the bags that he had resting on his forearms and puts them on the living room floor. He says a quick hello and shakes everyone’s hand, giving some hugs with some congrats from some friends. When he finally reaches the end to Y/n, Anne, Gemma and Michal he instantly pulls his mom into a big hug with a kiss to each cheek. Saying his thank you’s and telling them all how much he is happy to see them. He shakes Michal’s hand and pulls him into a side hug “hey man, good to see you” harry greets smiling back at him and looking over at Gemma and giving her a wink. When his eyes shift over to y/n he gets this sudden feeling, like everything else is a blur and she is the only thing he can see. The world stops spinning and the only two people in the room are them both.

“Y/n baby” he says reaching over to rest both of his hands into hers. Embracing his fingers into hers and raising it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. Staring at all of the features of his face, even all of his flaws. The way when he smiles he gets deep dimples on his cheeks, that she gets a sudden urge to poke with the tip of her finger. The way that his hair is tossed like he has been running his fingers through it when he is slightly stressed. His golden tanned skin that he must of gotten from being all out this afternoon. He is so beautiful and all hers.

“Congrats Harry” she tells him pulling him in for an embrace. Wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling her face into the side of his neck. She can smell the warm sweet smell of strawberries and vanilla in his hair. He must of gotten into her shampoo and used it this morning when he taken a hot shower. She kisses the side of his neck lightly, rubbing and snuggling her nose taking in the smell of him. Making a trail up to his cheek with her lips, pressing her lips in wanting him to feel her love for him. Love being this close to him, love having him back home after not seeing him all day. The only interaction was him kissing her lips tenderly and whispering a goodbye when she was half asleep and in a matter of seconds he was running out the door.

“I am so happy to see you” Harry whispers into her ear, she can feel the light tickle of his breath as it barely breaths on the side of her cheek. He slowly runs his hands down her back, letting his fingertips dancing gliding further till he strikingly drops them and she gets the cue to pull away. When being pulled back into the reality of the party and the people that must be starting to stare at their unwillingness to detach from one another.

“I love you” She says smiling not wanting to take her eyes off of him, she feels like he might just disappear if she does for one moment. He raises his hand up and rests it on her left cheek, rubbing it and she leans her face into him. He lets go and turns her around, wanting her to be by his side. As much as he does love having her close up in his arms, feeling her warmth up against his body. Her skin is sweet like honey, eyes that could kill and body that is dangerous.

“I love you too” He says thinking about, why unexpected affection in front of his family? He took her right hand in his and squeezed it to reassure her. She just feels so screwed up in the head, to love a man that is so brilliant and beautiful. But she doesn’t care and life will take her as things go. If she is judged and considered crazy then so be it, because Harry is the only thing she really needs in life.

“Aren’t you two the cutest thing ever” Anne comments, taking away the attention from them both and directing it back over to them three. Harry and y/n giggling, getting internally flustered over everyone catching up on Harry and y/n’s conversation. Y/n growing up in a world where she just loved the idea of love and searched for it, but she didn’t know exactly what it was at that time. When she left all of her family back in Washington she never expected her life to turn around like this. She never thought that having a life involving a man like this was ever gonna happen to her.

“They act like this all the time mom, they can’t ever take their hands off of each other” Gemma says playfully rolling her eyes looking over Michal to see his reaction. But he ends up just laughing back at her and rubbing the back of his head looking over at another direction. “Hey what’s that look for?” Harry whines playfully back, making a little pout with his bottom lip. One minute he can look so manly with his deep voice and his muscle with his lean figure. Then next he can look like a little baby with his whining for love and affection, so vulnerable.

“Just kidding, just stating a fact that you both are very much attached to the hip” Gemma states to them smiling at the both, happy at just the fact that her brother has finally found his happy place. After that day he left knowing that was the last time her brother would just be the Harry Styles that was from Homes Chaples she knew he was gonna become something big. All she ever wanted in life was for was him to be happy, to do what he wants to do and surround himself with the right people. She could tell at one point that Harry started to get a bit lonely after he left One Direction. But the day that he came to visit her and expressed that he met someone she just knew that this girl must be special. With the way that he was smiling when speaking about her, when getting nervous and rambling on and on to their mother and her about y/n they both knew that this is what he was missing.

“Just don’t get pregnant, not yet” Anne comments laughing, but y/n knows deep down that she is being serious with the both of them. Harry’s eyes bulge out when hearing what his mother just spoke. He starts to cough, feeling shocked and getting choked up at what his mother said but also a little embarrassed that his mother would bring that up in front of everyone. He pulls himself together, covering his mouth and laughs out about it not taking it too seriously. As much as Harry loves children and loves the idea of children, loves the idea of having children one day with y/n but at this moment in his life he is nowhere near ready. The fairytale of one day in the future starting a family and having something he created with someone he loves, like y/n is something as beautiful as a dream.

Life for Harry has truly been taking off, in the best ways. Yes he has had his ups and downs but still he is doing what he loves. Living in anyone’s dream who else is wanting to pursue the life as an artist. Being with the music and getting to create what you want and what mindset you have, truly is like a living dream but in ways can be a nightmare. But when he is having this empty feeling in his heart that he doesn’t know how to fill, not with music not with friends or family not with excotic trips will fix it. When Harry met y/n he never thought that this is how his life would be. When he first saw her he thought she was just like a beam of light that lit up the entire room, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She just had this soul that was so inviting, like when you were a young child seeing someone you liked and you would get butterflies for no apparent reason. Y/n was a drug to Harry, pure ecstasy running through his veins creating this rush of euphoria.

“Mom we aren’t ready for that, don’t worry” Harry says, correcting his mother. He looks down to see the reaction that y/n has pulled but she doesn’t have much of one. Well if she did he is more leaning on her looking a little flustered, but she truly seems fine. Harry squeezes the hand that has been resting in his to see if she is okay. She looks up at him and gives him a loving smile. She lifts her hand up and pulls his face down to her’s, kissing the side of his cheek lightly with her red tinted lips. “Yes we aren’t there yet in our lives, but one day” y/n says smiling over to them up. Running her fingers up and down on Harry’s back, lightly skimming his shoulder blades with her fingertips.

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As the night went on and Harry and y/n went around their home talking to many people. Everyone just being very welcoming, speaking highly of Harry and how they all see such a bright future coming his way. After Harry left One Direction he did start to get lonely, he was scared. Scared of what his life was coming to and if this was going to be the end for him. He was having a bit of an identity crisis, not knowing what he wanted to do with his life. But when everyone around him just told him to do what he wanted to, and now he is here. About to start traveling for a world tour, longer than y/n truly would like but she knows that it will be good for him.

Harry excused himself and jogged over to the bar to grab y/n and him another drink, specifically another gin and tonic with extra lime. Y/n was left standing here alone in the corner frontal entrance of her and Harry’s house. Trying to keep all thoughts to herself till she he hears shuffling and talking coming from behind her till she realizes that it is Anne and Gemma. “Y/n, what are you standing here all alone?” Gemma says and pulls y/n into a side hug, wrapping her left arm around y/n’s neck feeling like she might suffocate her any moment now. She looks over at Anne on the other side to see her reaction of her daughter’s actions. “Just waiting for Harry to return back with my drink”

“You and Harry are just the cutest thing ever, when are you guys getting married” Gemma asks me, Y/n smiles at first but does still get a bit nervous over the question. Her and Harry have been together for awhile now and marriage have come up a few times but nothing taken truly too serious. Just then Harry returns and with the look upon on his face she can tell that he must of heard Gemma.

“Gemma can you please stop bugging my girlfriend” Harry speaks up, looking down at them confused about why they would speaking up about this. Harry does truly love this girl and wants to spend the rest of his life with her but he likes where his life is right now and doesn’t want to mess anything up. Before Harry met Y/n he wasn’t such a big fan of serious relationships, he was with a few women here and there but nothing lasted. Then he was introduced to Y/n by a mutual friend and she has been everything he thinks about since. He remembers their first date and how he took her out to this supposedly secluded restaurant but you know how the paps are, they will always find you. Well that morning Harry was awakened to many texts messages from his management, many articles and photos up online about them two and many tweets from fans. He soon after talking to Jeff about what was gonna happen and what he should do he called Y/n. He was nervous to hear her reaction and see how she would like knowing that her face was plastered all over the internet. Feeling worried that people would find her social media and send her some rude messages that could cause her to be upset. When he rang her up and explained the situation to her and her opinion of it he knew that she was the one. She actually took a laugh to it and she told him that she knew the situation she was getting in dating the world famous Harry Styles.

“You look pretty sexy tonight” Harry says finally catching a glimpse of what she was wearing. She had some shorts on that showed a lot of thigh, more than harry expected since his mother is around but he really is not complaining. On top she had a bright yellow cropped top that showed off a bit of her stomach. Y/n most of the time didn’t show off much skin but once in awhile she did and sure did it excite Harry.

“Harry stop, people are around” Y/n says when Harry starts to run his fingers up and down, lightly dancing his fingertips on her back. Getting a good feel of the open skin on her back, the soft strands of the hair that are standing up from the slight cold touch that was just holding his glass. Harry chuckled to himself, finding is soothing knowing that in the moment of his life he was looking at y/n first off in her face. As sexy and sexually attracted he was to her he knew deep down that y/n was much more than that. He knew from day one and hearing her speak the first few words to him he knew that he would marry this woman one day.

“I’m sorry baby, but being stuck shopping around all day a man’s brain does wonder to some naughty thoughts… even if those thoughts are of you with your legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck the life out of your pussy” Harry whispers, lowering his lips down to her ear keeping his words low so only the two of them could hear.

“Oh my god… Harry, are you trying to kill me” y/n loudly whispers. Turning her face up at Harry’s and clutching his dress shirt with her fist. Pulling him down closer to her face, so close that he can feel her hot breath hitting his cheek. She lets go and raising her hand up to his face, lightly grazing her fingers down to his lips feeling the urge to kiss them. So pink, plump and soft, his lips are so kissable. Even after years together she can never stop thinking about kissing him, wanting to feel them all over her body.

“I’m sorry baby girl but did you really think that you could wear something that is so little right in front of me, and just not expect me to do anything about it” He strictly says to her, kissing the side of her cheekbone letting his lips rest upon there. He lets go and raises his body up off of her, y/n doesn’t make any reaction to his statement. He starts to walk away from her but decides to turn away to see if she has finally caught her attention. She has her head turned slightly just to catch him in the corner of her eye, even with the small sight she has she can still see the smirk playing on his face. With that kind of look, the darkness in his eyes and the small turn of smile on his lips y/n just knows what the night will come to.

As y/n stands there alone again while Harry went to socialize with Jeff, Mitch and y/n stood there left with all of her thoughts. Harry loved teasing y/n in public, even if they were in a big crowd of people he didn’t care. Just last month at one of his shows they were seducing and eye fucking each other till later that night when they both were all alone. The way his body felt on top of y/n’s and his hips moving in sync with her own. They had to stay quiet so no one would hear them and Harry was not afraid to use his words during sex. Y/n tried her best to keep her voice low and Harry would continuously have to bite the side of her neck to cover up his moans, but it ended up resulting into giving her some bruising.

She continued to sip on her drink, the cold rush of the gin running down her throat giving her this burning feeling in her stomach. She is starting to feel a bit tipsy, Y/n is a bit of a light weight since she doesn’t get to drink as much. Deep down she knew before she decided to get out of bed after Harry lightly kissed her lips half asleep and the cold morning breeze coming from the half open window that she had to do something to keep Harry’s eyes a little preoccupied for the night. She could still feel his eyes wandering over in her direction, she turned back in his way seeing him leaned up against the island having a conversation with Jeff but still that couldn’t keep Harry’s mind off of what you look like underneath of your clothing. The way your shorts rise up every time you even move an inch, how tight your top is and how short it is going past your belly button. Like how Harry has had the thought before “What was y/n up to? Why was she wearing this? Especially in front of his mother and sister, He needed to figure this out.”

On cue just as y/n expected Harry returned back to her, not surprised that he couldn’t keep himself busy with his friends. She can feel him coming up behind her, the loud sound of his boots with each step he takes. She has her back turned to him, smiling to herself knowing exactly how affectionate Harry is gonna be for the rest of the night…not like she is complaining. She feels his hot breath weaving up to the top of her earlobe and down her spine, the smooth touch made her body jerk a bit and feeling goosebumps rise. Harry reaches down and clutches her hand in his own, her limp fingers resting in his fist still not making any notion to his existence. He leans down to her level, his body towering right over her would probably almost freak and skid herself out of his embrace if she didn’t know who it was. He lightly steals a couple of kisses from her shoulder, pecking across the warm tan skin. The sweet smell of sugar was making him smile, just feeling so lucky to have such a beautiful woman in his life.

“Let’s go upstairs” she hears the low grown of tone coming out of Harry’s mouth, making her head tilt up and her awareness on high alert. She turns and shifts her body to get even a better view of his intentions for the night. With his body language and the way that he is looking at her in this manner she can tell that he isn’t for any fun in games anymore, unless that involves them both undressing no clothing and naked bodies moving together to create such a beautiful thing in humanity.

She doesn’t respond, she just turns and grasps his hand. She knows deep down that she wants the same thing. She isn’t gonna deprive and stop herself from being happy, from spending some alone time with her love even if other people are around and they do need to sneak away. He grips onto her hands and quickly pulls her with him up to their shared bedroom. She looks behind still having the sight of the crowd full of people lingering in their home. She wanted to watch out and to make sure that no one has noticed both of their sudden absence, but she knew that most of their friends would soon realize why Harry and y/n are gone. The coast is clear and they both speed over to the bed and close the door right behind the both of them, shutting it slowly making sure not to make any sound.

“Come here baby girl, let daddy show you how much he loves you” Harry makes his way out to her, sitting down on their bed with his arms behind leaning on the bed to keep his balance. He’s staring at her, head leaning down gawking at her like she is a piece of meat. She is his prey and he is her predator, looking more than just to eat her.

Y/n listens to Harry’s command and strides over to him, taking each step slowly making him get frustrated each second he waits. She is staring right back at him with the same look, not getting intimidated. The atmosphere is stronger than ever, the feeling of lust almost wanting to choke her to death. She finally reaches Harry and instantly takes a seat down on his lap not asking for any kind of permission. She wraps her arms around his neck running her hands up and through his hair, pushing her breasts out to pull his attention down to her body. Watching the way that his eyes scan over her, the curve to her hips when he hold on to them and moving down to her ass, giving it a nice squeeze and smack. The way that she reacts to his touch and the rubbing of his hands all over her body makes up so many memories of them together. The way that Harry reacts when y/n is on top of him, the way her hips rise up and down creating a rhythm with each thrust he gives.

Harry slides his hands under her shirt feeling the curves of her plump breast over her bra and sliding his fingers over the straps. Pulling her top over her head ready to see what is underneath, what he has been waiting to see all night long. When he rips it off he drops it down next on the floor Harry looks back up, this beautiful girl in front of him fresh faced all flustered from the making out. Her hair tousled from Harry continuously running his fingers and pulling at it. Harry reaches behind y/n and unclips her bra she reaches down with him and helps him, she still keeps her head down scanning over her now naked chest. Harry reaches down and lifts her focus back up to him, wanting her to connect back to him.

Harry stands up abruptly and pulls his t-shirt over his head, soon realizes that they don’t have much time to just be sitting around. As much as Harry would love to take all night to explore her body and showing her how much he loves her, but it’s just not one of those nights. Y/n gets the idea and removes her shorts with him, pulling both of their undergarments slowly sliding her panties down hitting the floor. They both stand there looking at each other, the cold breeze from the air making her arm hair stand up, because of that she feels the urge to get Harry close to her. She gently lays down on their bed, scooting her body up closer to the head board. Harry walks right next to her, Y/n lays there with her eyes closed as Harry dances his fingers up her arm.

“Baby, we gotta hurry” y/n acknowledged, Harry smiles and listens to her advice. Laying on top of her and taking advantage of the moment. They start kissing right away, the soft feeling of her lips on his. Takes him back to the very first time that they kissed, since the day they met Harry could not stop thinking about having her lips on top of his. She opens her mouth for him letting him slide his tongue in, at this point Harry knows exactly what y/n wants from him. Harry stretches down lifts her hips up gripping tightly to her love handles. Y/n was always insecure about her body, she always felt like since she had a few curves and some meat on her bones that I wasn’t attracted to her… but oh was she so wrong. Harry loved everything y/n had and more to give each and every day. Her smooth velvet like skin that he loved to rub and grab at every time she was ever so near him.

Harry rubs and grinds his crotch onto her, wanting to see her reaction just with a simple touch. She suddenly lets out a soft moan laying back and closes her eyes, the sound is like music to his ears. “Harry baby, I want you” she begs him, reaching down and grasps him making Harry jump and laugh at her unexpected touches. Harry doesn’t wait one second and listens to y/n request, Sitting up and lift her hips up and pushing her legs back to get a better position.

“Oh you want this, you want this baby” Harry says grabbing his erect cock and rubs the tip up againsts her pussy, trying to stimulate and collect some of her wetness. She lets out another moan and giggles at Harry’s actions, reaching down to where he is touching her. She grasps him again wanting to help him, Harry smiles and laughs at her moving his hips further against her. He feels himself slowly start to slide into her, the head of his cock poking into her warm wet walls. Harry throws his head back at the feeling, god he misses this feeling so much he thinks. He hasn’t been able to experience this with her in quite awhile, since he has been so busy getting ready to go on tour he hasn’t been able to have some alone time with her.

“God you feel so good” Harry moans out, not wanting to wait one minute to not being in her. He pushes in further urging his way in, watching the expression to play on her face, loving to see how she would react to his touches. He can feel that the way that she is squeezing his arms and running her fingernails down his back that he is making her feel good. Harry wanted to play dirty, he wanted to make her scream and make her beg, but he wasn’t gonna make her get what she wanted so easily. Even though laying here on top her with her wrapped around him and just in a matter of seconds he could fuck her and cum so quickly, but he wanted to play some games.

Harry sits up lifting up his torso and arms but not pulling himself out of her. Y/n notices the sudden stop of Harry and her lost of touch with his warm body. “Harry baby, what are you doing?” y/n questions harry, not understanding what Harry’s intentions are. He seemed so focused on having sex and getting in her pants, but now she’s worried that something may be wrong. Harry smiling and looking down at her, laughing to himself feeling ready to see what else he can do to get y/n to submit to him.

“It’s gonna take a lot more of you giving yourself to me to fuck your pussy” Harry says smirking and leans down to her ear, smirking against her ear and kissing the side of her cheek. He stays there still wanting to get her worked up, he knows that she is laying there with so many thoughts running through her mind at this moment. Y/n wants to feel him closer, the hard feeling of his cock inside of her and the pulsating of it makes her feel some what sane. His chest to her, the heavy breathing she can feeling from his breath and the slow drawn out touches on her body. She knows what she has to get Harry to give it all up, for him to listen to her begging and take care of her needs.

“Fuck me daddy” Y/n whispers in his ear, smiling to herself because she knows that she has him. She knows when saying that to him that he wouldn’t be able to control himself, she rarely ever called him that. Daddy wasn’t her favorite thing to pull out during sex, she does love rough sex but when your boyfriend is gonna be away for many months she wants something loving to come about in the bedroom. But with the situation with not having much time and knowing that this will get Harry off the quickest is probably the best bet.

Harry leans back up and smiles down at her, reaching down to her legs and putting them over his shoulders and gets right to work not wanting to waste any time. He starts to thrust up against her body, still holding her down so he would be able to get a better position. She starts to cry out, reaching up to Harry’s neck and pulls him down to her. She presses her lips to his, wanting to feel something intimate with him even though they can’t be here for much longer. Harry smiles into the kiss and squeezing tighter onto her thighs. Their lips pull apart and Harry notices a line of spit connected to the both of them, so Harry licks his lips and smirks and snaps a smile at her. “Fuck Harry yes faster, fuck my pussy” y/n moaned out, reaching and gripping onto the back of Harry’s head.

“Oh you like this, you like this baby” Harry trying to tease her, she pouts and throws her head back not being able to give much reaction. A growl rumbling through Harry’s body, he’s grinding down to her hips and gritting his teeth “God you feel so good little girl, you take me so well” As good as y/n feels he knows he doesn’t have much time to take in the moment and that they need to hurry up and finish. The soft kiss to his lips the smell of his skin that tastes sweet at strawberry champagne. But the feeling rushing through her body was like a roller coaster that she never wanted to end, like the rush of heroin to a drug addict she just couldn’t get enough.

She reaches down to where they meet and starts to rub and play at her clit, needing more stimulation getting closer to the end. She doesn’t want this to end, she loves this and loves being connected to Harry. A second of sadness and worries run through her head but instantly tries to block them out, not wanting Harry to see her like this and not wanting to ruin the last few hours they do have together. Harry continues to rock inside of her, feeling the pulsing of her walls wrapped around him causing him to get closer and closer to him finishing. The feeling his balls smack up against her bum and the stretching of his cock around her wet pink slick walls. He knew in any moment that he was gonna cum, he was gonna have the feeling of his cock pulsating and throbbing inside of her pussy. The background sounds of the commotion of people still downstairs, thankful that there is still a party going on not wanting their absence unnoticed for too long. Y/n could lay here wrapped up in Harry’s arm for the rest of her existence and never leave, the only place she feels whole and loved is with him.

“God y/n I’m gonna cum” Harry moans out to her, tightly gripping onto her hips and pounding hard into her. He looks up and squeezes his eyes shut not taking in any mind of her and just wants to feel her’s and his body together. Cherishing the very last few minutes they have till they both finish and will have to return to the party. The curve to her body from her hips to her back and leading to her breasts, Harry softly gripping and squeezing. Y/n moans out when he does so and clutches her hand on top of his to hold him onto her, loving his hands on her body.

“Ahhh yes Harry yes I’m coming” Y/n yells out, not caring if anyone can hear her and Harry didn’t seem to notice much either. His thrusts start to get sloppy and messy, meaning he is about to cum. He leans down and puts his face into her neck grunting and gritting his teeth, trying to ride out the last final moments. “Christ fucking hell y/n ughh ah, my sweet y/n yes make me feel so good” Harry yells out, biting onto her shoulder trying to muffle out any of the sounds he is making. Gripping tightly onto her hips, digging his fingernails into her skin feeling like he almost might break through. When she feels his grips loosen and his hands unclench, lips start to softly kiss on her neck that this is it.

Harry lifts his head and looks at her saying nothing, both have no expression to their face. Harry gets a rush and rolls himself off of her, y/n feeling a sudden cold and loneliness without having Harry’s touch with her. She looks over at him turning her head laying her cheek down, staring at him seeing to get his attention. Harry is smiling from ear to ear, confused on what he is so happy about. “What you smiling about mister?” Y/n questions Harry, reaching her hand up to his face and turning himself towards her way. His hair is a mess and his skin is glowing with dried up drops of sweat.

“Just in love” Harry answers, pulling y/n into him nuzzling herself into his chest. They stay there together taking in the last few moments together before they get dressed and head back to the reality of their life. Y/n pulls apart from Harry and sits up, Harry still lying behind knowing that he will be more of a struggling getting up and out of bed just like every morning. She gets up out of bed and grabs her clothing up off of the floor and lays them on the bed getting ready to re dress. Harry smirks watching her pay not attention to him and his stare, reach up to grasp her hand wanting her to turn to him.

“I don’t wanna go” Harry states, wrapping his fingers and intertwining them with hers. She turns to him turning her top inside out and slipping it back over her head. Looking over Harry gazing at him, lying naked in bed a sweaty mess but full stupid giggles and laughs. Harry is always like this after sex, he just keep in his happiness or to express his love so he laughs and is very goofy. Y/n grips hard onto his hand and decide to pull him up off the bed, not answering back to him and him just following through with what he needs to do. Y/n picks up his things and help him get dressed pulling his such way too skinny jeans and his soft satin button up but leaving out a few showing his chest. Running your finger through his hair trying to use them as a makeshift brush to clean him up a bit, and to make him look like he didn’t just have a wild sexcapaid like we did just minutes ago.

“Thanks babe” Harry says smiling down at her looking right into her eyes, running his hand through her hair and laying it right under her cheek. Leaning down and kissing her lips, parting her lips for him but not deeping it to much so they won’t get trapped into kissing for to long. Y/n soon let go and lean back down onto her feet, turning back around walking my way over to the door. Harry followers right behind her catching up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing the top of her making her feel so loved. Laughing to herself that this all started just because of what she choose to wear today. But for now on they will they will be returning back to the party like nothing even happened.

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hope you all enjoyed the story i worked very hard on it and would love some feedback thank you have a good day - maddy

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