I’m surprised it turned out as well as it did. Here is Ash in Origins style, as requested by @andred02. It’s a long process, but it was worth seeing through. Especially since I get to experiment the differences and similarities between Ash and Red.
“It’s happened,” said the group leader, “and now we have to put the plan in place like we discussed. The first step is set to take place soon.”
The rest of the gang nods, agreeing that it’s time to start moving on the project they had all committed to months ago.
“Anyone need a refresher on her role?” Carefully examining the blank faces around the table, the leader sighs, opening her notebook and scrolling backwards to eight months previously, reading the notes from their meeting at the time.
Relief crosses more than one face, and the leader is proud of herself for taking good notes during the planning stage. Of course, none of them had expected to implement the scheme this soon, but what could one do? To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven.
Hello, hellooooo! It took me a while but I DID IT! I really do hope you all enjoy this one. Please let me know what you think! All the love, B xx
The smell of booze is in the air and the music is pounding loudly, much to your discontent. The blinding light of your phone’s screen tells you it’s half past four in the morning and you are done. Done with your drunk friends, done with the loud music, done with your feet hurting in your heels, done with your restrictive outfit, you are just… done.
Harry, standing at the other side of the room, clad in his white dress shirt and dress pants, is looking dishevelled, with his hair a mess and his cheeks blushed, the result of the mixture of the alcohol he’s consumed and the heat of the stuffy club. You can see he’s tired, his eyes in slits as his fingers get a little looser around the glass in his hand. His friends, however, are not and he can’t say no to them for the life of him, especially when he was the sole reason as to why all of you were out for the night.
Having sold out his first solo tour in a matter of minutes, his friends had decided to take him out for a night on the town to celebrate the accomplishment and you, being one of his closest friends, couldn’t miss it. He’d told you he’d need someone to take him home and who were you to deny him? You were used to it by now.
It was always the same routine: the two of you would go out and by the end of the night, his fingers would be gripping to yours as you guided his drunk self out through the back doors of whatever club you had gone to, towards the town car he hired for the night, his head resting on your lap as soon as the door closed behind you. That was the routine and everyone knew it and it was why, wherever Harry was, you were there too.
Here it is! This is my first oneshot and longest piece yet – please be kind. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Happy reading! xxh
getting in a fight with harry and you almost break up and you have emotional sex where you’re both crying and stealing kisses and it’s raw and you’re both just so in love and i don’t know meaningful sex is so much better than just getting in each other’s pants when you feel like it – anon
Word count: 4.5k
Pairing: y/n & Harry
It was quite odd how you could feel so alone in a room so
full of people.
Music jumping off of the walls, a steady bass thumping in
your chest; laughter cutting through the air, cheers every so often as another
round was poured out. The energy was addictive, yet you felt as if you were
secluded in your own little bubble, away from everyone else and invisible to
the party guests.
Harry stood beside you, happily buzzing with a glass of whiskey
in hand. His laughs bellowed out from his chest and were much louder than
normal – amplified by the alcohol pulsing through his body. He wasn’t drunk,
but the extra confidence given to him by the glass he held was very obvious.
He’d turn to you, mouth parted and about to ask a
question, but was swiftly pulled away by an eager acquaintance to congratulate
him on ‘his big debut in Hollywood!’ or ‘his incredible new music!’. Harry was
too kind to just brush off the compliment with a simple “thank you,” and was
quickly taken up in another conversation, leaving you alone.
It’s 3:55 AM and I had this idea and I just HAD to write. Hope you guys enjoy it! xx
He shouldn’t do it. He knows he shouldn’t do it and yet he’s here, downing a sip of his tequila on the rocks and hearing the ice clinking against the glass in his hand, watching you from the other side of the room. You’re deep into conversation with one of the crew members as you guys unwind after a show, the fourth one of the week, which had everyone in a tizzy with all the travelling and moving from hotel to hotel on top of bad nights of sleep on the bus.
He’d invited you over to spend a few days on the road with him after learning you were off from work and you had jumped at the chance, having not seen him much after promo had started. When you arrived, after a long flight, he felt like his heart was about to burst from excitement and the hug he’d given you had lasted for about five minutes until he was forced to leave you so you could settle in.
He shouldn’t be doing this but his feet are taking him to you before he can command them to stop. He shouldn’t be doing this but he’s settling in beside you in a bench in the corner of the big hall and his arm is around your shoulder the second you smile up to him, beaming with joy at the sight of him. He shouldn’t be doing this but his heart is thundering in his chest and he’s searching his brain for ways to convince you to just let him kiss you. From the second you arrived until now, it’s the only thing that’s been on his mind and he cannot, for the life of him, stop thinking about it and writing about and talking about it (even if just to himself).
You’re there, looking at him as if he’s the most important thing in your world and you’re having fun with his friends and you look beautiful and he just wants to kiss you. He shouldn’t want this, he shouldn’t do this, he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t, he shouldn’t. And yet, here he is, with the words spilling out of his mouth as if he has no self-control.
“Embrace.” He tells you, sitting on the little bench you’ve retired to after spending almost an hour on your feet, chatting with different people on his crew. “Feel like we don’t use that word enough, don’t yeh?”