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hi all! i know i haven’t posted in like 6-7 years, but here are some new shirts in my shop that i am really proud of if you’re interested in purchasing :’) they’re available as a baby tee/crop and crewneck t-shirt! a reblog would be much appreciated
you’re someone i just want around: XI
“No one ever got me high like this, set me on fire like this
Running on a wire like this, losing my mind like this
I don’t know what it is, but I could never call it quits
I just wanna stay like this
I just wanna stay like this, like this.”
— Like This, Jake Scott
IMPORTANT A/N: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! hi 🥺 it’s been a while, hasn’t it? but i’m so ecstatic to be back with a new chapter for you guys! I’m very sorry it took so long, school has just been kicking my ass (bio major tingz ✨) and trying to juggle writing amongst everything was really hard— it felt like pulling teeth, honestly. But here she is! I just want to preface this chapter by saying that the first part of it takes place in a POV where it’s overlooking their entire relationship in the past, present, and future, so it doesn’t really have a setting other than in the characters’ minds. After that, it picks up right where we left off in ch10 with Y/N falling asleep to Harry’s singing. It’s sort of like when a movie overlooks the whole plot, then rewinds and starts from the beginning. It’s hard to explain, but you guys will understand as you read! I just wanted to clear it up now to avoid any confusion.
I also want to say that this fic is something that has become a huge part of leyla and I’s lives, so it takes a lot of energy and time, especially when we crank out chapters with such huge word counts and we do it for free. And with the pandemic, school, and work, writing has become increasingly more difficult, and your support means more than we could ever possibly put into words. Due to all of this, I’m going to link our kofis down below, in case anyone wants to provide a bit more support to two tired ass college students hanging on by a thread LMAO. Please don’t feel pressured or required to do so!! It’s only there for anyone who can spare some help!
Again, thank you so much for all your constant love and support for us and for this fic! It wouldn’t be what it is without all of you! A special shoutout to miss paige @harryinthecountryside for listening to my endless ramblings and stress venting about this. i love you, i guess 🙄 Just a friendly reminder that feedback is truly, madly, deeply™ appreciated! If you enjoy it, please reblog it! Spreading content keeps creators motivated! Without further delay, let’s dive in 😼
andrea’s kofi : leyla’s kofi
harry’s condo : ysijwa masterlist : andrea’s masterlist : leyla’s masterlist : ysijwa playlist I : ysijwa playlist II
word count: 51.5k
content/warnings: nostalgic flashbacks across the SWCU (the Sherlock and Watson Cinematic Universe), the big, “I was so stupid to think I wouldn’t fall for her.” confession everyone’s been waiting for, a bit of insight about Harry’s disastrous relationship with Miss Snap Crackle Pop, Harry taking to Google again for advice because apparently that’s better than just getting therapy, Master Chef round 5, yoga is the devil’s favorite torture mechanism, the rise of dominant!Y/N and jealous!Y/N, Tiktok is actually pretty useful, a Megan thee Stallion cameo, and Harry opening up in his own special way ft. Helpless from the Hamilton soundtrack. basically honeymoon phase fluff galore! oh and internalized angst, guilt, and self-destructive tendencies! have fun!
Harry isn’t a serious person.
He hardly takes things seriously anymore, unless it pertains to life and death situations, and considering who— or rather what— he is, those encounters come up more often than he’d like to admit. Nevertheless, he maintains the carefree mantra, because forcing himself to be bland for anything less than apocalyptic is a pastime he’d rather not indulge. And though he was very much the opposite when he was alive— treating everything as if it was of extreme importance, walking on eggshells just to save anyone the trouble of having to clean up a mess he’d made— he behaves in such an opposite manner now for a very specific reason, and he had intended— truly, sincerely intended— to keep it that way for the rest of eternity.
Back when the vampire was mortal, he had lived during an era where it was required to observe matters under the utmost scrutiny. His entire human life (as short and monotonous as it had been) was almost three decades of him being the most respectful, hard-working, conforming young man he could possibly be. He was raised to act as such, and he followed that dull Victorian standard down to the last thread, because he knew that there were people— his loved ones— that were counting on him and his societal success to ensure peace and prosperity for the rest of the family lineage. And in order to achieve said success, he had to take everything seriously; there had been no room for mistakes, no space for second-guessing, and as the sole son of a working class family, he would have rather seen himself dead before disappointing his parents.
Unfortunately, it seems the universe—just like Harry— had taken that hyperbole a bit too seriously.
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There was very little Y/N could take from Anne’s brief testimony. At this point from the judgment of character alone Y/N had long since abandoned the idea that he could have killed his wife. The part of her that is immersed in the world of stories, dark literature, and mystery, tells her that she’s naive to trust him so wholly. That certitude like this would personify, walk with her hand-in-hand off the ship on a wooden plank, and there she’d find her naivety with a sword to her throat, telling her to jump.
Y/N could be intuitive when she wanted to be. When she truly opened up her heart to a situation and saw it for what it was, and despite quite a few attempts of trying to make the accusation of murder make sense, she simply couldn’t. That didn’t mean she didn’t want to hear it straight from his mouth though. Just because she had made up her mind about the idea of him killing her, didn’t mean she knew the details that led to that judgment from the town. Who heard when about what and why; there was no way to know other than the two ideas she’d come up with:
1. Break into the police department and look through classified records.
2. Ask Harry.
She thinks she’d try her luck fighting off a policeman first.
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Y/N’s questions are answered and Harry’s been through a lot, hasn’t he?
(TW: mentions of murder, suicide, abuse, alcohol/drug use)
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In My Feelings Part 7
a/n: welcome to the final part of In My Feelings!!!! it had taken ages to get here, but we are finally here! I wrote over 13k words today, which is lowkey insane but I am very proud of myself for doing. Also, this series is a total 156.3k words–that’s a whole ass novel, peeps. I hope that number kind of puts into perspective the amount of work that went into this fic and will hopefully help you guys understand why it took me so long to finish. Thank you to every one who’s read this fic, those of you that have read it more than once, those of you who reblog it and lose it in the tags, those who have been in my ask box encouraging me to finish and talking about this fic with me! I really want to make sure that the people who truly exhibited an extreme amount of patience and were kind towards me know that I appreciate them very much! anyway, this is the final part, i hope you enjoy it! (fair warning: any messages complaining about the ending or expressing disappointment of any kind will be deleted i did not bust my ass for that kind of energy lol)
what it is: you and harry hate one another but that doesn’t stop you from fucking
warning: ANGST. the amount of times i cried writing this…i caused my own distress
word count: 35.3k can u fucking believe it. out with a bang, peeps
pls pls pls reblog if you liked it!
i’d love to hear your feedback :)
SERIES MASTERLIST
here we go:
November 7, 2020
Your finger was flush against the buzzer. After about twenty seconds, you released it and waited for the crackling of a voice to come through. When it didn’t, your finger was on the buzzer again. It was late, but Sarah was probably up—and even if she wasn’t, she wasn’t a very heavy sleeper. A shiver ran through your body and you looked at the darkened street behind you, just to make sure you were still alone. You were about to hit the button again when you heard the static.
“Hello?” It was Sarah.
“It’s (Y/N).”
“What do you want?”
“Can I come up?”
“No.”
You sighed and pressed the button. “Sarah, seriously. This is important. Please, let me up.”
“Do you even know what time it is? Not that you would care if you woke me up considering you don’t seem to care about anyone but—“
“Jesus, Sarah, just let her up.” Mitch’s voice cut through.
Their voices cut out and then the door buzzed which signaled it had been opened. You pushed through and walked straight to the elevator. On your way up to her floor, you tried to clear the mess of mascara from under your eyes, even though you knew it was a lost cause. Waterproof may have been a bitch to get off, but it would’ve saved you from looking like the mess you knew you were.
The door was open when you got to it and Mitch was there with his hand on the doorknob. His eyebrows shot up when he saw you.
“Oh, my god. Are you okay?” He grabbed your arm and pulled you inside with a look of concern on his face.
You forced a faint smile as he closed the door behind you. “Yeah, fine. Everything’s fine.”
“Do you even know what time it is? I don’t even know why you thought I’d want to—oh.” Sarah froze when she turned the corner from the living room and saw you standing there in your rumpled dress with tear stained cheeks. “What happened?”
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STILL NARRY IN MY HEART
how long do you want to be loved (h.s.)
summary: the “to lovers” part. read the last two parts here
warnings: language, mentions of anxiety, implied smut (but I said barely)
word count: 12.69k (aye but also oh my)
a/n: SHE IS DONE BITCHES!!!! I know it’s been a long time coming and I know y’all were getting mega fed up with me but it’s here and she’s beautiful! thank you so much for your patience and understanding. life gets crazy sometimes and I’m so thankful y’all stuck with me. a massive, massive thank you to @nationalharryleague for being such a patient beta reader and telling me to stop panicking over everything I appreciate you to no end. another big smooch to @sweetcreatureinthedark and @summertimestyles and @serendipitystyles for also reading and validating. I am going to write three (3) extras for these two because I just love them so much so keep your eyes pealed for that! let me know what you think of the third and final installment, I am so so excited for you to have her! much love and big kisses and a reminder to REBLOG OTHERWISE I WILL GO ON STRIKE I TELL YOU!!!! you think im joking but im not. smooches xx soph
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It’s raining, her favorite weather in New York. Even when the puddles gather, brown and dotted in cigarette butts, at the street corners, and even when the taxis spray greying street water onto the sidewalks, she loves the smell and the sheen of the city in rain.
Her favorite boots click down the street, her yellow umbrella bouncing jauntily above her head. She’s happy, for the first time in a while, truly happy.
It’s the start of the press circuit, which is one of her favorite and least favorite parts of filming a movie. Most celebrities don’t enjoy it, and for good reason. The questions are often monotonous, the interviewers bland, and the food comes few and far between. But, on the flip side, she always enjoys the opportunity to revisit with her costars, and goof off for an entire day.
And to make things even better, Harry is speaking to her again.
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