#hs imagine

[homestuckbeyondimagine]

Hi, I don't know if you're taking requests or not, but if you are, could you do a fluffy romance-y Gamzee Makara x fem Reader, where, after always feeling cold, the Reader decides to steal one of Gamzee’s enormous hoodies without asking, the sleeves dangling well past her hands. Gamzee, at first, was making a big show of being offended, like gasping, clutching his chest, and groaning about his “sacred clown garments.” But then, after a while, he stares a little too long at how small the Reader looks wrapped up in his clothes. Later that evening, while the Reader's curled against him, he admits in a shy mumble that he likes seeing her in his things, because it feels like the world can tell she's his? You can fill in the rest or expand on it if you want, maybe even jazz it up a little?

Hoohhh wow. Okay. I’m glad you know what you like! You’ve basically written out an entire imagine, so I’ll have to do one better. Certainly something to build off of though! Ahem…

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The hive is always cold. Too cold. He can’t feel it, you’ve asked him to turn it down over and over but he always forgets. It’s hardy like his usual outfits do him any favors either, being light and loose. It’s only natural for a coldblood to want to stay cold. So while he’s out in his living room- which you can hear, because he’s stepping on horns and scaring himself all the while- looking for something to watch, you dig through his closet.

He’s got a lot of clothes you’ve never seen before, sweaters and tank tops and jerseys and hoods and robes. Psychopathic records, some of his juggalo cult things… but some of the clothes are nice and plain as well. Maybe you’ll be able to steal some of those without him noticing? You find a nice, heavy hoodie, purple and black colors. There’s a symbol of the back of a man running with a some of cleaver, which means rather little you.

When you slip it over your head, you have to shake hair out of you eyes. It’s warm. This is what you needed. The thing is the size. The very bottom reaches your knees. The sleeves entirely engulf your hands. There’s no way you can take it from Gamzee without him noticing it belongs to him, but surely just a little warming up won’t hurt? Just a little longer…

“ Hey, babe, check it, I found a horn that doesn’t…” Gamzee stops in the door. “ … work…”

The horn in his hand hits the ground with a dismal honk-squeal. He doesn’t jump this time, eyes focused on you. They slide downward, then right back upward. His words sort of die in this throat.

“ … Do you like it?”

He honk-hiccups. “ Nnno.”

“ You don’t?”

“ Nooo! Nooooooo! That’s mine!” He doesn’t sound hurt, but…

“ What’s wrong?”

“ My vestments… oh, baby, my sacred vestments…”

“ This is a hoodie.”

“ Of only the most wicked motherfucker to run with a hatchet!”

“ Why wasn’t it with your church things then?”

“ ‘Cause I didn’t think- aaaughk!”

He dramatically leans over to clutch his chest, letting his hair drop into his face.

“ Gamz…”

He whines as he looks up at you. “ Sacrilege… sacrilege to the highest degree…”

You laugh and step forward, pulling his hands from his chest into your own. “ Sweetheart… I’m just cold.”

“ Can’t I warm you up?”

“ Babes, you’re naturally cold. I don’t know if you can.”

“ Let me tryyy! Let me try, c’mon, let’s go to the couch.”

He pulls you out to the couch, careful to step over his horns. You both gladly sit next to eachother, and you lean against him. He puts the show he’s decided on- something sappy. He’s probably seen it several times over, and you vaguely remember seeing it once. Still, yku settle in for the ride.

… He doesn’t. He keeps looking between the screen and to you. How the sleeves cover your hands, how it drapes over your body. You can tell, his swath of hair keeps moving back and forth.

“ … Do you even want to watch this?”

“ Huh-? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“ You’re not.”

He giggles a little, leaning against you. You lean back.

“ Maybe I like looking! Doesn’t hurt to look.”

“ I thought you didn’t like me wearing this.”

He quiets before he pulls your head into his chest. You don’t argue, and instead nuzzle in.

“ You’re so small compared to me, you know that? I like it. I like it lots…”

“ Uh-huh. I figured.”

Gamzee chuckles a little, running a finger through your hair and twirling stray strands.

“ … And I like you in my clothes too. I get to look at you and think… you’re mine. And I want other people to think that too. I want everyone to think that too.”

“ Well… I do like your closet. Maybe I can…?”

“ … I want you to wear my things more. I wanna see you in my shirts. My jackets. My pants, my boxers… I want you in my skin. In my chest, nested in my ribs…”

“ … Gamz.”

“ I do. I want to feel you in me. I want you intertwined with me. On every level.”

His gaze is… intense. Much more than before.

“ I wanna make sure they could never pull us apart and untangle us even if they tried to.”

“ Nobody’s going to pull us apart, Gamz. It’s okay.”

You watch as his gaze softens as he looks at you.

“ You promise?”

“ Promise.”

[sparklyoats]

A fuckboy will always break your heart - Harry Styles.

Summary: Summary: Hooking up with one of your friends couldn’t possibly do much damage in the friend group, right?

Word count: 1.5k.

Wattpad.

Part one.

Life had continued on since the party and everything that went on there. Of course it had. I mean, why would the world stop just because I wasn’t feeling great ?

Even the weather had been great, lots of sunshine. Which was nice for my walks to and from work. But the lovely weather also brought along happy people. Happy, loving, friend groups, or couples. It was as if the universe was taunting me, laughing at me.

It had been a few weeks already. I hadn’t spoken to either of them. Sure they had tried to reach out. Mostly Sigrid, of course. It was as if she had no idea of what had went wrong. The first week she had messaged me as she normally would. Letting me know of all the drama that had went on, either at work or in the friend group. Not even once during that week had she even asked how I was doing or even wondered why I wasn’t responding. At least that’s how it seemed. It wasn’t until I sent a message back telling her I needed some space.

‘Wait. What. Why ?’ she had sent back.

I couldn’t even bring myself to tell her the truth. Eventually I just told her that work had been crazy lately. Because it had. But that obviously wasn’t why I needed space.

A few weeks ago she had been the wonderful host of a party for our friend group. I say ‘our’, but really it’s hers. I’m really only a part of it because of her. And of course, for someone that’s never really had more than one or two friends at the time, it was lovely to be part of. But now I was alone again.

The party had been good for me. The alcohol made me loosen up a bit, as it usually did. The dancing made me happy. But I had never thought the night would end the way it did. I had stayed back at Sigrid’s place as everyone else went out to continue partying. I had slept a bit it seemed, because at 3am I woke up in Sigrid’s bedroom. There had been some noise from the living room waking me up, and I had ventured out to see what it was. I had never in my wildest imagination though I would see what went on before me in that living room. Harry and Sigrid on the sofa, making out.

It had startled me, and in my panic I had left in a hurry.

Now it was a few weeks later and I finally felt ready to talk to Sigrid. I had had time to think, and came to the conclusion that I at least should let her know what was going on with and maybe even let her explain herself. Not necessarily for her sake, but i wanted to know. Had it been a spur of the moment thing, or had she had feelings all along. I needed to know.

So here I was, sat at a table for two outside of a café, waiting.

I had messaged Sigrid yesterday, letting her know that I wanted to see her. To talk. And she had agreed to meet.

I had already ordered a glass of white wine, half of it already drunken. Of course. I was nervous. Picking at my nails, and one of my legs was bouncing up and down slightly, as I awaited her arrival. As i picked up the wine glass to take another sip, i noticed her making her way towards the gate that lead in to the little garden space i was sitting in. She waved cheerfully with a grin as she made her way, zig zagging between the other tables, and eventually she made it to ours. “Hey gorgeous.” She said as she gave me a slight squeeze on my shoulder.

“Hi Sig.”

We sat in silence for a bit as Sigrid looked through the menu for a drink for herself.

“I will have the Rosé, please.” She told the waiter.

“And I will have another white, please.” I added.

As the waiter left with our orders, Sigrid took off her sunglasses and laid them neatly beside her purse on the table.

“So… How have you been?” She asked. I could tell she was nervous. Didn’t really know what to do or say. I was nervous as well. I had tried to think everything over in my head. Trying to figure out how to let it all out. To say it right.

“I have been okay… Life has been a bit busy lately… so… yeah…”

She looked at me, waiting for me to say more, but as I didn’t, she added.

“Yes, you mentioned…” With an annoyed expression on her face. It was always like this between us. At least when I wasn’t feeling well. I would go quiet and she would have to pry it out of me. It annoyed her. I knew that. And I really did try. Especially today.

“I saw you. That night.” I looked up at her to try and see how she would react. Confused, she said.

“What ? What night ?… can you please just tell me what it is ? Im not a fucking mind reader Y/n.”

Now I was annoyed. I knew she was right, of course I did. But it still annoyed me. I took a deep breath.

“I saw the two of you on the sofa that night. After your party… “ I said and looked down at my hands that were resting on the table yet picking away at the nail beds. I decided to take a sip of my wine, a big one, before carrying on.

“Remember the party you hosted ?” She nodded.

“Remember how I stayed back at your place to sleep as you all went out?” She nodded again.

“ Well, I woke up in the middle of the night to some noise coming from the living room, so I ventured out to see what it was. And that’s when I saw the two of you on the sofa making out. And i just… “

She interrupted.

“ Of course we were on the sofa. You were sleeping in my bed.” She said, grinning.

“What’s this got to do with anything?” She continued.

I looked at her, slightly surprised.

“Um, well… I mean… I just… I don’t understand why you would even do that in the first place… you knew I liked him… “

Now she was the one surprised.

“Who exactly do you think I was with that night, Y/n?” A small smile on her face letting me know that she knew exactly what I had been thinking. She continued

“I met that guy down at the pub, darling… maybe he looked similar to Harry in the dark. I don’t know. But I surely would never go after him. He is not my type at all and you should really know that by now.” She laughed. I joined her in laughing. My face red, either it be from blushing or the alcohol, I didn’t really know or care. “Oh my god… Sig, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Just please don’t take so long to tell me… next time, I mean.” She said reassuringly.

“You got it.” We both raised our glasses and cheered. “So, do tell… What have you been up to these last few weeks?” I asked.

I felt so stupid to believe she would ever do something like that to me. I mean, this was Sigrid. My best friend since forever. The one who taught me basically everything. Okay, maybe not everything. But she’s always been there for me.

Sigrid had told me what else had went on after the group went out without me. Apparently Maria had gotten so drunk she had puked outside the pub as they got there, so they sent her home in a taxi. Not unusual of her, really. Also, Matthias and Lina had apparently hooked up. Surprisingly. But looking back, maybe not such a surprise after all.

The biggest surprise though was Harry. Apparently he had been quiet and moody the entire time. Why that was, Sigrid didn’t know. We both knew he could be like that sometimes, but no one ever really got him to talk about what was going on. He always either stayed quiet or pretended everything was okay and talked about anything else.

I suppose in that way we were quite similar.

“Hey Y/n… I have an idea.” She looked at me with an excited expression on her face. Oh dear, I thought. “Do tell…” I said rather comprehensive.

“Maybe it would be good for you to move on… don’t look at me like that, just hear me out.” She said. “I’m going to set you up on a blind date.” She said. “And it’s not up for a discussion.” She added. Blushing, I figured why the hell not. I raised my glass, “Cheers, to moving on.”

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Authors note:

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[goldencherryhazz]

And the Grammy Goes to....

I AM SOO PROUD OF HIM, I HONESTLY HAVE NO WORDS 🥲🥲🥲

(not proofread, notes would be much appreciated,pls don’t copy my work, hope you enjoy!!! 🤍)

Grammy!Harry x famous!gf reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, swearing.

WC: 3k

You and Harry were currently backstage at the Grammys, one of the biggest nights in the music industry, you honestly couldn’t believe you were here alongside him, even though you had walked many red carpets before by yourself and with Harry, being a well know singer yourself, having written 2 successful albums, but being alongside your 3 time grammy nominated boyfriend felt surreal. And to top things off you were about to watch open the show.

‘You okay baby’ he asked through the slightly ajar bathroom door where he was currently getting changed into his second outfit of the night after walking the red carpet, he wanted to surprise you with this one. ‘Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that, you’re the one who’s performing, virtually, in front of thousands and thousands of people’ you said from your perch on the couch. You were wearing a very pretty and expensive dress which you planned on not getting dirty or creased.

‘A little I guess, but I think I’ll be fine once I get out there I think’ he replies a bit breathless shuffling around probably trying to get whatever he was wearing on.

‘I’m dressed now, need you to close your eyes love’

‘Okay, they’re closed’ you replied, thinking about how little time it took him to get changed, getting more excited every second, and she had every right to be. When he comes through and stands right in front of you and tells you to open your eyes you’re met with Harry clad in a black leather suit jacket which no shirt underneath, with matching trousers. His toned abs graced with his butterfly and chest on full display, a green boa wrapped loosely round his neck.

Her eyes were wide, her mouth hung open in complete admiration ‘how do I look baby?’ he asks twirling round for her, she stood up placing her hands on his bear chest once he was stationary, then quickly moving her hands to his jaw pulling him in for a teeth clashing kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, he pulls back surprised by her sudden actions ‘I’m guessing you like it then’

‘You look fucking amazing H’ you could feel your panties getting damp, ‘I think I like it a little to much’ your lips grazing his. He hummed sensing where this was going, but not stopping at all, quickly ooking at the clock on the wall behind him ‘well we’ve get 20 minutes until I’ve got to be on stage, gives us plenty of time’

‘Are you suggesting we fuck in this dressing room right now, what if we get caught?’ You said still starting to grind your hips against his hardening bulge anyway.

‘If I remember correctly, that’s why locks on doors were invented lovie’ he says taking a few small steps towards the door of the dressing room and flicking the lock shut, then coming back to you ‘so what do you say angel, gotta be quick though’ you didn’t say anything, practically pouncing on him, gripping the green boa gently unwrapping it from his neck, before throwing it, not caring where it landed, kissing him again hoping he got the message, which he did loud and clear ‘let’s get this dress off you first’ he says, you quickly agreed as he reached behind you to unzip it, the dress falling off your shoulders to reveal you breasts, having opted to not wear a bra tonight, you stepped out of the garment before draping it over the back of the couch.

Once you had done, Harry gripped your hips, bringing you closer to him, bringing his head down to your chest wrapping his lips around your gardening nipple, you moaned out at the feeling, he does the same to the other before kissing and sucking hickeys onto you collarbones and neck, which you knew you would have to cover up later.

‘Jump’ he said between breathless kisses, which you instantly complied, wrapping your legs around his waist, gripping onto his shoulders, his hands gripping your ass, he manoeuvred around the dressing room until he got to the counter where various products laid, he swiped them off not caring if they broke, already making a promise to himself to replace them if they did. He placed you down, your ass making contact with the cold surface. He shimmies your panties down your legs, the sight of your pussy making him impossibly harder, he pressed a quick kiss to you clit, before going to undo his trousers, and shimmying them down his legs, his cock springing free as he had decided on no boxers, that there was no time for foreplay you both silently agreed. He then start tugging at the lapels of the leather jacket before you objected ‘can you keep it on’

He smirks ‘you want me to fuck your in this leather jacket baby’

‘Yes, fuck yes’ your eyes oogling the sight of his cock against his belly beading pre-cum ‘well your wish is my command’ he knew he probably shouldn’t, not wanting to get it sweaty or anything, but by the look on your face and the sight of you pussy pulsating around nothing, he knew this wouldn’t take long.

He gives no warning when he slams into you, making you scream out in pleasure, before he quickly kissed you to muffle your moans, not wanting to get caught, he sets a quick and hard pace, practically fucking you into the counter, his hands gripping you hips so hard it would probably leave bruises, you dig your heels into his ass wanting him as close as possible, feeling the smooth leather against you skin sending shivers up your spine.

‘Fuck you feel so good’ he groans burying his face into your neck, your hands tangling into his curls, quickly grabbing the opportunity to suck a hickey onto his neck, which you knew he would be annoyed at because he was going to be out on stage in 15 minutes, but you loved marking him up so everyone could see.

‘H I’m not going to l-last much longer’ throwing your head back, your arms behind you going weak from holding yourself, your fingers trying to dig into the counter, his thrusts hitting your special spot every time.

‘Me neither baby’ he felt like he was in cloud 9, the only sound in the room was moans snd skin hitting skin, feeling himself on the brink already, as your cunt was clenched around his length. He brings his hand down to your clit, his ringed fingers slightly shaky as he starts to rub deep circles on your clit to get you there.

‘Holy shit, I’m gonna cum’ you moaned ‘yeah, cum with me angel, cum around my cock’

Both moaning in unison you release around each other, his hot cum painting your walls, mixing with your juices, you swear you stopped breathing, your eyes continuously rolling to the back of your head as you ride out your high. Harry’s eyes were wired shut, his grip on your hips not faltering, mouth hung open. As your arms were about to give way Harry places his hand on your back, almost knowing that was going to happen. You look at him, pushing back some of the hair that had fallen into his face. ‘that was so fucking good, legs are shaking’ he slurs out, almost as if he was drunk on his high. ‘Yeah, fuck don’t know if I’ll be able to walk’ he slowly pulls out, his cum flowing out of you, he ducks his head down to clean you up, you legs spasming from the sensitivity.

He leans up to kiss you, tasting yourself and his cum.

‘Did so good for me baby, I’m gonna see if I can take this home’ he says pointing at the jacket.

‘And why’s that H’ you asks

‘Just think it’s going to come in handy one day’ says making you smile because you already knew the answer.

You quickly look at the clock ‘C’mon we gotta get ready, your on in 8 minutes’ getting up from the counter on shaky legs and walking to put your pants and dress back on, he chuckles at his girl desperate to see him out on stage again.

He gets dressed grabbing his boa that was discarded on the floor, pulling his shoes on, walking through to you, seeing you struggle with the zip of your dress, he goes over sliding it up, pressing a kiss to your back ‘have I told you how pretty you look today’ he asks as you touch up your hair and makeup. ‘Only about 10 times’ he gasps in fake shock ‘only 10, I need to keep up don’t I baby’ this makes you laugh. ‘You look pretty today too bub’ you say, but soon enough you cute little moment is interrupted by three knocks on the door and Jeff saying ‘Harry your on in 3 minutes, get your ass out here’ this makes you laugh because Jeff or anyone for that matter are oblivious to what you’ve just been doing.

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Soon enough Harry is out on stage. Any nerves he had had dissipated. He was high in adrenaline from being buried in your cunt barely 10 minutes ago, shaking his ass and dancing around the stage, he gripped the boa throwing it to the floor, replicating you actions form the dressing room, you knew the world would be going crazy for him right now, singing the lyrics to watermelon sugar, you were in awe. To be honest you had gotten a little horny again from watching him but you knew that could be dealt with later. Most of all you were so proud, he was opening the Grammys for godsakes, how couldn’t you be, your pretty sure he would be able to see you smiling even through your mask.

He sings the last notes, thanking everyone before running off stage to you, ‘I’m so proud of you baby you say wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. ‘thankyou angel’ he says, over the past few days you had showered him in love and affection, and he had to admit that he was loving the attention. Harry quickly gets changed again into the outfit he was wearing on the red carpet, your stylist has asked if you wanted multiple outfits, but you said no because you wanted tonight to be completely focused on Harry and to be fair you loved the dress you were wearing it was so comfortable, so you didn’t really want to change out of it anyway.

After that Harry joined you again in the side of the stage again, where you watched various people perform, most being really good friends, like Billie, Taylor, Dua, Maren Morris, Dababy and so many more. Soon enough you were sat round a table with Harry and Jeff, one of his categories getting closer and closer to being announced, it was weird you had to say, doing the Grammys during a pandemic, without a whole audience bringing a whole lot of energy to the entire thing. You guess you just couldn’t wait for everything to be safe and get back to normal, you wanted to go on tour and sing your heart out.

You could tell Harry was getting a little nervous he had a hand on your thigh and he squeezed it every so often, almost using it as a stress toy. ‘Don’t worry, everything’s going to be fine bub’ you whispered in his ear, he smiled at you comforting words, his head now resting on you shoulder and he held you hand under the table, as you both watched the show and clapped and congratulated people on their wins.

Soon enough the nominees for the category ‘best pop solo performance’ were being announced, Harry head instantly snapped up from your shoulder, Jeff grabbing hold of his shoulder, you let out a little squeal when his name popped up in the screen. Getting more and more excited.

The presenter starts to open the envelope, you were literally on the edge of your seat, Harry’s leg bouncing up and down.

‘And the Grammy goes to...Harry Styles’

You slapped your hand over you mouth, ‘you did it baby’ you practically screamed. He was pulled in for a hug by Jeff, taking off his mask in the process. The look on his face held shock and greatfulness. He pulls away from Jeff, pulling you straight into his arms, you swear you’ve never squeezed him tighter ‘I’m so fucking proud of you baby’ you say, tears in your eyes. He didn’t respond he was lost for words, which you understood, he pulled your mask down so he could catch you lips in a quick kiss, before pulling it back over your nose again. ‘Go on, get up there, go get your Grammy’ which he does.

He walks up to the stage, and you don’t know why but you stand up, your hands are over your chest as he thanks Jeff, Mitch and everyone who he made watermelon sugar with. You see him rubbing his eyes trying not to get emotional. He thanked his label and his fans especially, by now your tears are falling down your face you just had so much love for this man, you were over the moon for him.

‘And finally I would like to thank my wonderful girlfriend y/n who you all know very well. You have been there for me through everything, you have been my support, my muse, you’ve believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. I honestly would be the person I am today without you, i love you baby’

You knew everyone was staring at you, but you didn’t care at this moment in time, it felt like it was only you and Harry in the room.

He finally finishes his speech, grabbing his well deserved award, coming off the stage where he was bombarded with congratulations and praise from people left right and centre. He was whisked away to do interviews and conferences with you alongside him, you just looked at him awestruck when he was answering various questions, you being asked some yourself.

He had become very clingy after his win not wanting you out of his sight, touching you in anyway possible, holding your hand, having his arm wrapped round you, he even at one point wrapped his boa around your neck, with it being long enough for the two of you to wear, but didn’t end well for obvious reasons, but it did nearly have you on the floor laughing.

‘I’m so proud of you H’ you said for about the billionth time in the past half hour. ‘Thankyou angel, and I really do mean that when I say it’

‘I know you do H’ you say sweetly

‘And I mean it when I say I wouldn’t be the person I am today without you’

You could cry at that, but instead you wrap him in another tight hug, burying your head into the crook of his neck leaving a kiss there.

///

A little while later it was the afterparty, a very small one fire to the pandemic, but still and afterparty. Harry’s other category that he’d been nominated for had been announced, but he didn’t win, the Grammy going to Dua, which you were very happy about. At this point in time you didn’t care how many Grammys or awards he won, and Harry didn’t either the biggest award for him was having such supportive fans, he felt incredibly lucky to have the job he had and the people he had around him, being able to create music and tour the world. He also felt very lucky to have you by his side, he knows it’s cheesy but it was true.

So there you were catching up with old friends congratulating people on their wins, having a few drinks, you had the best time, you swear the smile never left Harrys lips, it was honestly the best being able to have normal conversations and just have lots of fun with some of your friends and some of your idols.

Soon enough it was home time, which was also very unusual because if there wasn’t a pandemic right now, there was no such thing as an allocated home time after the Grammys. You and Harry bid your goodbyes to Jeff who was going in a different car to go home. You and Harry piled into the backseat of your designated car, Harry telling the driver the address to you two’s house, he was kind of exhausted but felt like he was on top of Mount Everest, he was just so unbelievably happy, he pulled out his phone seeing messages from all kinds of people congratulating him, deciding he’ll respond to them later.

He once again pulls you into him, resting his head on your chest, your fingers card through his hair, before landing on his cheek rubbing up and down it.

‘Hey baby you won a Grammy’ you whisper to him, he looks up at you, your eyes getting lost in his.

‘I know, still doesn’t feel real, he pouts his lips silently asking for a kiss, in which you happily give him, pressing your lips to his before attacking his face, pressing tiny kissing all over it, making him laugh, which then made you laugh.

Ya know, I don’t know what I like hearing more, you moaning ‘I’m gonna cum’ or ‘and the Grammy goes to Harry styles’ he teases

‘Heyyyy’ she said in fake offence

‘I’m only joking’ he snickers ‘it will always be you baby’

‘I love you bub’ you hummed happily

‘I love you too angel’

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

Just You

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Y/N is Gemma's best friend, she has known her family for years. When Harry comes home to pay a visit after tour, it's the first time the two see each other in a few years, and Harry's still got quite the crush.

You had known the Styles/Twist family for years. You and Gemma having been in the same class and becoming fast friends, you grew up with her and her brother Harry, often spending holiday with them.

It was always fun and chaotic, Gemma sometimes feeling territorial of your friendship as Harry would follow the two of you like a lost puppy sometimes. There had been quite a few arguements because of it, especially when Gemma wanted girl time and Harry wanted to hover.

"Y/N's my friend!" Gemma would pout, while you just stood there.

"She's my girlfriend!" Harry would say, crossing the room to grab your hand, never mind you were two years older than he was. You were his, in his mind.

Anne would always laugh and tell you all to play nice.

So when you looked down at your phone to see the picture of you kissing Gemma on the cheek lighting up your screen you pressed the answer button immediately.

"Hey babe!" You greet happily as you put your paintbrush down.

"How's it going Y/N? Feels like it's been ages since we last talked!" You smile, having missed your best friend's voice.

"It's going great actually! Got a couple commissions I've been working on," you were a visual artist, or at least trying to be.

"Well I've a question for ya, what are you doin' next weekend?"

"I don't think I'm doin' anything yet, wha's happenin?"

"Harry's commin' home from tour. Thought you'd like to see him."

"Harry told my mum he was gonna marry you one day." Gemma said, nose twisting up slightly as you two laid on her bed, flipping through magazines. You laugh rolling your eyes.

"He says that now. I can't wait till he gets an actual girlfriend." You smirk mischievously. "It'll be fun to tease him." Gemma laughed with you.

Harry listened, standing outside Gemma's door. He let his hands fall to his sides, looking at the floor, he could feel tears prickling his eyes and he hastily reached up to wipe them away.

He knew you were only teasing, but it still hurt. He may be eight but darn it! He knew he loved you and wanted to make you happy. Quietly he moved away from the door, picking up the valentines day card he had made for you.

"Harry doesn't know you're coming," Gemma said. You were coasting now, heading back towards Holmes Chapel, it felt good to be going home for the first time in a while.

"Why didn't you tell him?" You asked, she shrugged.

"Wanted it to be a surprise. Thought it'd be fun to tease him a bit ya know?" Gemma was always playful. You had supported Harry of course, through the X Factor, One Direction, his solo career. You followed his career and bought his music and did all you could to support him. You were incredibly proud of your dear sweet friend.

And you couldn't help the fact that your heart raced with excitement at the thought of seeing him in person again.

"How are you feeling?" You asked Harry. He swallowed hard, looking at you with wide eyes. You were all backstage st the X Factor, he was about to perform for the judges for the first time.

"'M nervous....Y/N what if they say no?" His voice shook as he spoke.

"They'll be crazy to reject you Harry. Your voice is beautiful." He felt his heart drop to his stomach at your words, his cheeks heating up.

"You really think so?" He asked, you smiled encouragingly.

"I know so." You don't know what came over you, but you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his quickly. His lips were soft and before he could kiss you back you pulled away, leaving his head spinning. "Jus' a good luck kiss." He grinned.

You were so happy when you pulled up outside of Anne's home. It felt like going to your own home as you and Gemma quickly got out of the car, deciding to leave your bags in the car until later. You followed her up the walk way towards the front door.

"'Ello?!" Gemma shouted as she opened the door, she pulled you with her, linking your arms together as you had done as children. Anne's face lit up when she saw the two of you, rushing forward to hug 'her best girls.' You loved her hugs, you always felt safe and comfortable around her.

"Y/N let me look at you." She said stepping back to examine you head to toe. "It's been to long. You know you're always welcome here. Come visit anytime darling." You grin, hugging Anne again.

"I will. I've just been busy-"

"I see you've brought the trouble maker with you." You pull away from Anne when you hear that voice, deep but warm and teasing. Harry stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame, a boyish grin on his face. He's no longer the chubby cheeked boy with a crush.

"I'm the trouble maker?" You tease, releasing Anne and letting Harry take you into his arms. He's solid, firm, his muscles flexing as he squeezes you. Your heart skips a beat when his lips brush against your ear.

"'ve missed you. How've you been?" He asked, pulling away. You immediately step back, knowing Anne and Gemma are still there, watching the two of you. What you don't see is the knowing smiles on both of their faces.

"Really good. And you've been doing phenomenally." You praise. He blushes, running his hand through his hair as he looks away from you.

"All my babies here under one roof," Anne says, wrapping her arms around the three of you. "Come on. Dinner's almost ready."

"'m gonna miss you." Harry says as you help him pack up his bedroom.

After the X Factor and the band One Direction was formed, it was decided Harry would live with his friend Louis, who was also in the band. Even though Harry was only sixteen, Anne trusted Louis. She knew he would take care of him.

"I'll miss you too." You say as you pack up some books. You don't realize Harry's behind you until you feel his hand on your arm, pulling you to your feet. You turn to see him gazing at you intensely. "Harry-"

"I know there's been...lots of rumors about me," he shifts uncomfortably, you know what he's talking about. Him being a womanizer. "I jus' wan' ya to know tha' it's always been you. Jus' you." You want to ask him what he means but before you can his hands are on your face and his lips pressed against yours. You kiss him back gently, pulling away and resting your forehead against his. You wish the moment would never end.

Later in the evening you'd stepped outside to get some air. You can't remember the last time you had this much fun. After dinner you played board games, drank some wine and caught up on each other's lives. You felt so warm and at home. You couldn't help but grin.

"Wha' are you smiling about?" You jump, grabbing your chest as you turn to see Harry joining you on the porch, he chuckles upon seeing your expression. "Sorry love, didn't mean t' scare you." You shake your head, rolling your eyes playfully.

"I'm just enjoying the night air."

"It is nice and warm out innit?"

"Mhm." You stand side by side in silence for a moment, looking up at the sky and watching the stars. You recognize the Big Dipper immediately.

"Y/N?" Harry questions, you turn your head to see him gazing at you in a way that is familiar to you. You smile softly.

"Yeah Harry?" He steps closer to you, leaning forward to brush your hair out of your face.

"Jus' want ya to know it's still you." Your eyes widen slightly at his confession. To say you were surprised was an understatement. You'd heard how smitten he was with Kendall and how in lo d he was with Camille.

"I thought you would have forgotten about me." You confess quietly. Harry places his hand on your cheek, his nose brushing gently against yours.

"Neva."

"You said her name Harry. Who the hell is Y/N." Camille yelled at him. Harry only shook his head, not exactly knowing what to do. He knew he fucked up, had been thinking of someone else while making love to her, he couldn't take it back.

"She's someone I used to know Camille. I haven't seen her in god knows how long-"

"You clearly still have feelings for her."

"Camille I do-"

"I'm leaving. You have a choice to make Harry. Get your shit together."

You were the one. He knew it the first time he met you. He'd always known it. No matter what happened or how far away from each other you were, it would always be you he came back to. He could never get enough of you.

"Can I have ya as my girlfriend now?" Harry asked, finally saying the words he'd been longing to say to her for years.

Y/N looked up at Harry through hooded lashes. Maybe this really was meant to be. You knew for sure at least that Harry was the sweetest person, and he would never hurt you.

"I think I'd like that very much." When Harry pressed his lips to yours he felt like he was in heaven.

"'m gonna marry her someday mum." Harry said to Anne as she made him lunch. She smiled at her son, setting the grilled cheese sandwhich down in front of him.

"Does Y/N know that?" She teased. Harry's crush on you was so sweet. The eight year old shook his head.

"Not yet...but someday. Just you watch."

[canyonmoonss]

ever song i’ve ever loved. 

a/n: i finally put together the second chapter-- go me. it hasn’t really been edited that much since i first threw it together but she is done! let me know what you think! 

word count: 1264 words.

- previous part (x)

II. LILAC

“Harry, what are you doing here?”

The words left Poppy’s lips before she could even digest that he was here. He was right here. At the entrance to the art room. He was supposed to be on the opposite coast at the moment, not right here. Not in this little college town that wouldn’t know what to do if Harry Styles was in their midst. He looked a little sweaty as his chest heaved. 

“You’ve been ignorin’ me.” His voice was familiar. His accent was familiar. He was familiar. And he’d noticed that Poppy had been ignoring him for a handful of days. “I thought something was wrong,” Harry stressed. Had he come out here to make sure that she was okay? It was clear that he was looking towards Poppy for some sort of answer. 

Poppy sucked in a deep breath. “I’ve been busy,” she responded, almost flippantly. What the hell was Poppy supposed to say? I’m in love with you, Harry, and that’s a problem because you’re my best friend. No, that wouldn't fly. Not at all.

“Busy? Penelope, you’ve never been too busy to talk to me. And if you were, you’d tell me. Not drop off the face of the earth.”

The use of her first name made her nose scrunch but it signaled that he was upset. Rightfully so. It wasn’t easy when your best friend drops off the face of the planet, was it? No, not. 

“I didn’t even think about it, honestly. I was busy-- I’ve had so many things due in the past week and you were on tour so I figured you were also busy and I don’t know-- it just slipped my mind.” 

The two of them were still across the room from each other. He was near the door, staring at her with his eyebrows raised. She was right by her easel, hand still holding the paintbrush. He was right there and this was something that Poppy should be excited about. And she was. At least a little bit of her was excited that the green-eyed man had shown up at the studio after having not seen him for so long. 

“Bullshit.” 

The word left his mouth in an accusatory way that made her blink rapidly. He knew. Of course, he knew. Harry knew everything about her. Which meant that he knew she would be more than willing to text him if she was getting busy and wouldn’t be available most of the time. 

“I call bullshit.” 

His eyes bored into hers as if he was daring her to try to get out of this one. He was pissed, it was obvious. As he had a right to be. She just didn’t think she’d be getting called out on her bullshit by him today. “Harry, I swear, I was just busy,” she told him once more, her shoulders slumping as she looked at him. This was not the place to drop the sort of bomb that would ruin their friendship.  “Look, I’m sorry,” she sighed softly, setting the paintbrushes on the table. “I’m not trying to excuse it, Harry, I’m not. But, I’ve just been busy. And I didn’t mean to make you worry or make you fly out here,” she told him, her eyes flickering over his face. “Or make you mad, I swear. I just--” she rambled, looking around the room before finally landing back on Harry. 

He stood still for a moment as she cut herself off before his arms dropped down from where they had been crossed over his chest. He had seemingly relented, for the time being, as he took a few more steps inside the studio. “Jesus Christ, Poppy, I thought something bad happened. I thought I did something,” he said softly. “You can’t just disappear on me like that.” He walked towards the woman. Once he got close enough, he wrapped his arms around Poppy, pulling her into his chest tightly. 

She responded by wrapping her arms around him in return, resting her head against his chest. He was warm, as he usually was. “I’m fine, I’m sorry. I should’ve let you know that I was busy,” Poppy mumbled. Yeah-- next time she would let Harry know that she fell in love with him and needed to get over him. 

His large hand smoothed up and down her back. Maybe she wasn’t forgiven, and that was fine with her because she couldn’t expect him to do that. But, she was at least given some sort of grace for the time being. Her fingers curled into his shirt. “I’ve missed you,” she tacked on. “I missed you too, P,” he responded almost immediately, his large palm pressing into the small of her back for just one moment. 

She pulled away after another beat or two, looking up at him. “Do you have time to catch me up on everything I’ve missed? We can go get some coffee, sit down?” She offered. She’d have to make up for missing out on an entire week of his life and disappearing the way that she did. And this was one way she could, she supposed. 

Harry paused, looking down at Poppy. “Yeah, yeah, I should have time,” he nodded, running his fingers through his hair. “I think-- well, I bought a ticket to fly out tomorrow at 4 pm. It was the latest that I could fly out, but I wasn’t sure what was going to come from you and me ---” he looked down at her and she nodded her head. 

Poppy understood. He was nervous that she wouldn’t want to be friends with him. “Okay, yeah. You can stay at mine tonight,” she offered. There was some sort of relief that the two of them could feel some sort of normality between each other. 

“Well, may have already left my bag in your room, so…” Harry chuckled, the corners of his lips upturned. The smile spread on Poppy’s lips as she turned to begin to clean up the studio.  It didn’t take her too long to cap and put away the paints, wash the brushes and move the piece that she’d been working on to the side. 

While she did so, Harry busied himself on his phone, tapping responses back to text messages. Once Poppy had washed her hands and flicked some of the water at Harry, who had responded with a resounding ‘hey!’, she grabbed her bag from where she’d left it, her phone, and her charger. 

“Let’s go get coffee, my treat.” Poppy opened the door to the studio, walking out into the hallway as Harry trailed afterward. “Y’know, you don’t have to buy me coffee, Pop--” he began as she held up her hand as if she was attempting to silence him. 

“Shut up, Harry. Made you fly out here ‘cause I couldn’t tell you I was busy. The least I could do is buy you a coffee and maybe a sandwich, okay?” She tilted her head to the side, leading the way down the corridor as the rather tall man matched her stride. 

She could hardly imagine that Harry bought her excuse that quickly. However, Poppy knew that she was in no absolute position to be looking a gift horse in the mouth. Would it be brought back up again? Probably, because, quite frankly, it might be one that they needed to have. But, she’d be thankful that it was dropped for now and the two of them could exit the art building that she’d holed herself away in for the time being.

[kinghoranshit]

Our Star (HS)

Warnings: fluffy af, H in swimming trunks

Word Count: 757

There was another whistle, slightly higher pitched, and I looked up in time to see the brown tips of his hair hideaway. A moment later, Harry slowly popped his head back into our room with a funny expression on his adorable face. Then he slipped back into the hall.

I sat on Harry and I's bed, watching a movie as I ate Lucky Charm marshmallows. I heard a low whistle so I shortly switched my sight in the direction of the hallway to see who it was, but there was no one there. I shrugged and turned my attention back to the flickering screen. 

I laughed under breath. "Harry, what’re you doing?”

He sauntered in, the steps he walked when he wanted something. "Trying to get my beautiful wife's attention. And it worked."

I shook my head with a small smirk before I went back to the movie.

I couldn't stop my smile and giggled. "What did you have in mind?”

"Come on,” he lightly pleaded. He shut the laptop and brought his face close to mine. He smiled, his dimples showing as deep as a crater. I wanted to poke one of them so I did and, in response, he only playfully grabbed my finger.

"So?"

"A sit in the hot tub.” His soft lips pecked mine, his stubble tickling thr under of my nose, then he was gone into our master closet.

I definitely wanted to finish this rom com, but a sit in the hot tub with my husband sounded wonderful. I couldn’t put up much of a fight as I ran a hand through my hair and got up from the messy sheets. Harry came out of the closet in his short, blue striped trunks as I went in. All of his tattoos showed and I couldn't stop from biting my lip at the masterpiece he was.

I decided on a yellow, floral number. A solid mustard halter top and high-waisted, black, colorful flower cheekies.

Harry was still there when I finished. He smiled once again. "Ready?”

I nodded as I encased his hand in mine. “Always, my love.” 

We walked downstairs and through the living room where the glass doors to the backyard were. It showed the pool and hot tub that we had. There was also a small grill and cabana area. Sort of our own little paradise at home.

The night sky was lit by stars and a half moon. The low lights were on in the hot tub already and jazz music played lowly from the surround sound speakers.

"Please get settled in. I need to grab something," Harry stated and gave me a peck on the cheek. 

I nodded and approached the hot tub. Instead of using the stairs like a normal person, I sat down on the side then slid into the enticing water. A hand appeared holding a Mike's hard strawberry lemonade. I happily grabbed it and sipped; the sweet taste of strawberry filled my mouth before the alcohol slightly burned my tongue and throat.

Harry lowered himself into the water beside me the same way I had.

"Perfect," Harry sighed as he lazily stretched an arm behind me. Suddenly, though, his eyebrows furrowed. "Wait, I forgot one more thing."

"What?" I whispered.

He leaned over and slowly kissed me on the lips. "Mmm strawberries."

I cheesed. "You... are amazing." I took another drink of the Mike and rested my head on his firm shoulder.

Harry leaned his head against mine and we silently looked up at the outerspace. Out of all the stars, there was one that seemed to shine brighter than the rest. I couldn’t take my eyes away from it. This was something I could do until it burned away.

Eventually, I pointed to it. “You see that star, H?”

“Yeah,” he replied, his voice a bit raspy.  

“It’s shining so bright. It’s beautiful... like you.” 

He chuckled under his breath. “I’m glad you think so cause... I bought it. It’s ours.”

“You what?” I moved so I could look into his meadow hues. “You bought us a star?”

“Yeah... I just- If one of us were to, like, go.. I wanted us to know we could look at it and it's the other person.”

I kissed him, passionately. "I love you so much. You really are the best."

"As you are, love. I can’t imagine life without you."

"You won't have to now." I rested my head back on his shoulder and snuggled up against him to look at the brightest star. 

[Masterlist]

[bewitchingharrystyles]

Reborn preview

Pairing: alpha!Harry x human!reader

Warnings: child birth, abuse, angst, alpha harry, werewolf harry

Inspired by Tempest Oblivion by @sunflowersunshinevol6

Summary: Humans and werewolves don't mix, so when Harry brings a human into his pack tensions rise and war is sparked.

In a clearing, curled up in the gnarled roots at the base of an enormous willow tree, he finds her. She's on her hands and knees, grunting and rocking back and forth on her knees. It's then Harry realizes what's wrong.

This human girl is giving birth in Harry's woods. Harry takes cautious steps towards her, stopping when he sees her turn her head. He wished he could shift. He should shift. She's scared. Scared of what’s happening but also scared of Harry. She looks back down, crying out in pain. Harry comes closer, leaning down to let her clutch at the fur on the nape of his neck. She tugs harshly, her hand shaking. Fear and adrenaline radiates off of her.

With a gentle lick to her cheek he lays down beside her. She shifts, her upper body resting against his back while she still rocks and cries. Harry can smell the child. It's almost time. He curls his body around her, hoping his fur will keep her and the child warm while he sends out a telepathic message to the healer of his pack.

Harry knows next to nothing about handling the birthing of pups. Typically as alpha he is present if requested as often he is, but this is a human. He should leave. It's law that humans and wolves don't fraternize. But he couldn't walk away. There was something about her scent. It was different than anything he's ever smelled. It smells like....home. And besides there are predators in these woods, feral, lone wolves and bears and evil humans. It is Harry’s duty to protect the innocent, and if this human isn’t that, then he doesn’t know who is.

Mum, need you. I've found a human.

She cries again, twisting her fists into his fur. He wishes he could shift, but if he did that now, she and the baby would freeze. Instead he nuzzled her, purring when her arm wrapped around his neck, burying her face into him as she began to push. He licked her arm, hoping the motion was enough to comfort her.

[harrystylescherry]

The 24 Hour Bookstore *Harry Imagine* Part 1

*so this is kind of based off of my Harry fan-fiction called EARLY MORNING GLORY, so if you like this make sure to check out the fan fiction here.*

Crimson’s Book Shop was your favorite place in the city. You spent night after night in one of the large plush chairs with a book on your lap or at one of the big oak desks writing paper after paper. You were usually the only one in the small shop during its late night hours, others tucked away in bed when you couldn’t shut your mind off. You knew the night workers as friends and often brought them coffee and pastries to get them through the night. 

You were sat in your favorite chair in the corner of the shop, your bare knees brushing against the soft, deep blue fabric, with your laptop on your lap and a double espresso at your side. It was nearing two a.m but your mind refused to shut down. You became a writing major to soothe your imagination, to calm all the thoughts that rang in your mind day after day and it did help. You learned how to channel your worries and never ending inner monologue into poems and short stories.

You were in the middle of working through a convoluted metaphor when you heard the bell above the door ring. You looked up from your screen and tried to peek around the shelves that partially blocked your view from seeing who entered. 

“Hi,” the deep voice said. “Is it alright if I just, take a seat for a bit?”

You heard Mel, one of the workers, tell him he could sit anywhere he liked and then footsteps in your direction. 

Once he rounded the corner, he jumped, not expecting you to be sitting there, “Oh! Sorry, I didn’t think anyone else would be here.”

You knew who he was, having his songs riddled throughout your Spotify playlist and experiencing your teenage years through One Direction albums. It took you a moment to collect yourself before offering a smile. He motioned to the desk next to you, “Is it all right if I sit here? This is where I sat the first time I came here, so sentimental value and all that.”

You nodded and watched as he lowered himself into the green chair, placing a leather bound journal on the desk. The both of you were only a few feet apart, close enough that you could smell is cologne and could hear his humming every few minutes. 

You kept trying to get back to the poem you were working on, but he kept tapping the end of his pen on the desk in certain beats over and over again, leaving you unable to concentrate.

You looked over at him, your eyes grazing over the tattoos you had seen so many times before. You looked at his rings, the chipped polish on his nails, then moved your eyes up to his hair and the lock that hung on his forehead, the rest pushed back by a headband. 

“Im sorry,” he started, making you jump slightly in your seat, “if my tapping is annoying. I’m trying to work something out and it just doesn’t seem right.”

“It’s no problem. Is it a new song?” You asked, unable to stop yourself. Fine Line hadn’t even been toured yet but the idea of there already being new music in the works made you excited. 

His eyebrows went up in surprise, whether the reaction was from you knowing who he was or because he was shocked at how bold that was of you, you weren’t sure. “Uh, yeah, maybe. If it get any better,” he laughed lightly. He started at you, his eyes moving over your face and the small, dainty tattoos on your arms. He pointed to your laptop, “What are you working on?”

“A poem, but it’s not very good.”

“Can I see it?” He asked without hesitation and closed his journal as if ready to give you his full attention. 

You felt yourself blush, suddenly insecure about your writing ability. “Uh, sure...” You trailed off when you saw the way he was smiling at you.

You stood up, pulling your slightly too short denim shorts down and walked your laptop the short distance to where he was sitting. 

When you placed it in front of him, he held out his hand to you, “I’m Harry.”

You shook it, “(Y/N).”

He turned his attention to your screen and started reading aloud,

“The leaves flit like butterflies in the breeze,

bristling against one another

as they touch down on earth

and the sun warms the skin over my eyes...”

Once he finished reading, he let out a sigh, “That’s really good, good enough to be turned into a song.”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know about that,” and then you shrugged, “I mean, it’s okay. I’ve definitely written stuff a lot better than this.” You leaned over his shoulder and pointed to a specific line that’s been giving you trouble, “This part is bothering me. No matter what I try it doesn’t sound right.”

Harry started saying it over and over again, trying out different words until you stopped him, “Oh my god, that’s perfect!” You leaned over further, rewriting the line before you felt his hand touch your side. 

“My turn,” he said as he opened his journal to the page he was working on, “None of this sounds right when I sing it.”

You read it over a few times and then after he showed you the beat he needed it to fit, you read it over a few more times as he taps the beat onto the desk.

“Oh!” you exclaim in realization, “Your meter is all off in that part, that’s why it’s not working. There are way too many syllables so if you want it to work you’re going to have to, like, triple time it or rewrite it.”

You looked over at him to see he was staring at you with a smile. “You already knew that.” You stated when you saw the way he was looking at you.

He shrugged playfully, “Maybe.” You felt his fingers graze your elbow that was resting on the table, “You should have a drink with me.”

“Now? Nothing’s open.”

“Tomorrow. I’m here for a few more days, so if tomorrow doesn’t work then the next day.”

You smiled, “Tomorrow works great.”

You and Harry exchanged numbers before he left, leaving you completely unable to focus on anything else for the rest of the night.

Hi, okay so this is basically an intro into another imagine thats a bit more explicit (if you know what I mean) I’m working on it now and it should be up soon!