Taylor Russell & Ayo Edebiri @ the Bafta’s
harry and annaliese please!!!
“Do you know what you’re doing?”
Annaliese looks up from the lather, offense etched onto her features. “I’ve done this before.”
“Several years ago, yes.”
“I wouldn’t say several. Now, do you want to be standing for this and I could get a stool or maybe–”
“No,” Harry says, sitting on the edge of the tub. He pats his thigh twice. “Come here.”
Annaliese’s eyes widen. Her heart flutters…well, everywhere. “Really?”
“Really.”
Perhaps…spare…some…Annalise & Harry crumbs miss 🙈👀
these are CRUMBS fr so sorry <3
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"Harry?" Annaliese calls from their room.
“Yes?” Harry answers back from his place at the dining table.
She skips down the steps to see him. He’s got one hand in his hair, elbow against the table, and the other holding a pen poised over paper with scrawls on it. “It’s ridiculous,” he mutters. “We’ve spent an entire 5 weeks on the French Revolution and not one student has mentioned Robespierre thus far.”
Annaliese sits beside him, leaning in. “That was the terror guy right?”
He looks up. “Oui, ma femme française. The terror guy.”
a fic about harry and faye where faye needs to be picked up because it's snowed so bad and also she's feeling very very needy. has smut so be careful. or not. do whatever you like. DO leave feedback though or else i will fucking haunt you
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Faye calls Harry at around 6pm.
He’s asleep, his iPad abandoned by his side with the pen still between his fingertips. He doesn’t know what time he dozed off, but he’s got to thank Faye for the portable heater she bought him for Christmas. It’s magnificent.
Getting himself out of bed to reach for his phone is difficult. When he finally manages, the only thing that makes him pick up is Faye’s photo.
He brings it to his ear. “Hi, baby.”
Immediately, he can hear the frown in her voice. “Oh no. I woke you up.”
a blurb where harry is a big schedule guy and yasmine is a big "it happens when it happens" girlie. they fight (sorta).
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Harry and Yasmine have never lived with other people after moving out of their homes, and they alternated whose place they’d be staying at back in graduate school. It was always an unspoken rule that if Harry was at Yasmine’s house, she was the boss. And vice versa.
But now that they're living together, how are they supposed to adjust and split responsibilities? More importantly, how the hell are they expected to create a rhythm?
i’d DIE for the hurt/comfort trope would you pleaseee feed us some yasmine and harry hurt comfort?? like it’s even easier than for other couples because poor yasmine is hurting 80% of the time 😭😭 if you don’t wanna do it for them because it’s too obvious save the idea for another couples night please!!!
Harry eyes Yasmine holding her fork with a death grip. Normally, he’d laugh about it and ask her what's wrong, but by the way she refuses to take her eyes off her food, he thinks it’s a little more serious than that. Best not to make a joke about her wanting to kill him.
So he puts his own utensils down and waits for her to say something herself. It takes some time, but when it happens, it happens very quickly. One second Yasmine’s cutting into the steak Harry’s prepared for her, and the next, her knife and fork are clattering on the plate and she’s pressing her hands into her eyes, her shoulders shaking. "Fuck!" she whispers.
Dunkirk (2017) / Don’t Worry Darling (2022) / My Policeman (2022)
Wembley (6/17) | 'Happy Father's Day, Daddy'
“No,” she stresses, “I actually would vehemently deny that I wanted to even look at you, but Mei and Adam always loved poking fun. Always said we needed to like – fuck out the tension or something.” She shook her head to herself, slicing back into her food – at least the embarrassment hadn’t ruined her appetite, “I’d always tell them you hated me too much to do anything like that.”
“But you wanted to?” He is still smiling.
“What I want is to smother you with a pillow.”
“That’s very kinky, babe, but we should probably lose our virginity before we explore that,” he is immediately assaulted by a pillow careening from her bed to his, slapping him in the head, “Hey –”
“You’re obnoxious,” she groans, “I can’t tell if you hating me was better than you not.”
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Y/N and Harry don't hate each other at all, it's actually the opposite
22k+ words
this means you have to write about Harry and Faye at her play or smt!!!
Faye’s not upset. Seriously, she's not. And she lets Harry know too.
don't beat yourself up over it please. really! i’ll see you in the morning
i’ve got to go now okay? i love you, i’ll text you later. <333
Harry reads the message but doesn’t reply. That doesn’t make her upset! She can’t expect Harry to be at every one of her plays, and this one isn’t even the opening night! Though Harry had been real upset about missing that one early this weekend anyways, but he’s been away at some tattoo art convention…business…er, festival? Okay, she doesn’t know what it actually is, but it's a valid excuse for him to miss her shows.
Which, as she’s repeatedly insisted, is totally fine. Harry loves to come to her plays, but of course his job comes first. It’s his career! Just like this is hers.
He’s supposed to have had come back from his weekend long trip this morning. But from what she’s gathered from his very annoyed texts, the car has overheated twice, leaving him and Timothée stranded and very much at each other’s throats.
Timothée even texted Faye a few hours ago.
I’m so sorry. I’m gonna fuckin kill him I’m sorry I'm gonna send your man back to you in a fuckin box I don't know how you stand him sometimes
Faye knows they’ll be fine. She thinks part of Harry’s anger is from missing her show. But as she’s literally told him several times, it’s fine. There will be another show in three days.
Harry feels his is much less visually pleasing than hers – he’s only dressed how most princes are in ballets, with a white suit jacket that’s emblazoned by gold, sparkling threads, and equally dazzling jewels. A crown is fitted among his hair, styled and slicked in a way opposite to his usual unruly curls. Y/N, in all her sweet, innocent woodland nymph gear, points at his crotch and tells him, in all sincerity, “Your horse is out, you should put that away.”
He feels his face redden, “What’re you, twelve?” But Y/N only giggles and lets her eyes dance over the rest of him.
“You really could be a prince, probably. You sure look like one,” she finally says, “As far as your temperament, maybe a vindictive one with a taste for human flesh! Should we tell make-up to add a little blood dribble at the corner of your mouth?”
“Enough,” he rolled his eyes as one of the artists ushered him into his seat, and he has to bite down a smile so she doesn’t see how amused he actually is, “Go get your make-up done, and hush.”
She pouted her lip, “Ugh, you’re no fun.”
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Harry and Y/N are over hating each other, so they try something different
(20K+ words)
I’m ending it 💔
i have a migraine and i think only yasmine’s harry can help
<333 them!!!!
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Harry tries very hard to be quiet when he’s slipping into Yasmine’s bed, but she wakes anyways, a grouchy look immediately taking her face. She grabs his shirt tiredly, her eyes heavy, and mutters, “Why did you take so long?”
Harry relaxes next to her, looping an arm over her waist. “Because you didn’t tell me you needed me,” he says, because he just can’t pass up the opportunity to scold her, even if it’s gently. “If you told me you weren’t feeling well, don’t you think I’d be here quicker?”
Yasmine presses her face into his neck, eyes closed again. She’s left the bathroom light on, but the entirety of the apartment aside from that is dark. He tripped over several of her clothes just to get to the bed. She’s stripped down to her underwear and tank top, and Harry loves the feel of her warm skin on his. He turns his head against hers.
“No,” she answers. “‘Cuz you hate me.”
Something quite sexy about this 🫠🫠🫠🫠
“You lot fight like an old married couple,” Niall cleared his throat after sucking down his Pepsi through the straw stuck in the can, “Honestly, at this point I think you’re more frenemies than enemies, right? Adam, am I right?”
Adam nods, “Yeah, I can see that,” he pointed at them both with his index and middle finger, “You still talk the same to each other but there is like…an underlying fondness, you know what I mean? It’s sweet.”
“Ew.” They both reply at the same time, and Y/N ducks her face down, twirling her fork around the noodles, and stuffing them into her mouth, “Harry would rather spit on me than be even remotely fond.”
“You get smarter every day,” Harry replied.
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Harry and Y/N still hate each other, but it’s getting kind of tiring, isn’t it?
Nah this is obscene 🫠
a blurb about harry and lucía vacationing in ecuador, but everytime someone mentions a wedding or marriage, the reader has to take a shot hehe. 4.2k words of fluff. happy reading!
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It comes as no surprise that half way through the movie that Lucía’s selected, she’s fast asleep on Harry’s shoulder. It’s kind of interesting how she sleeps though she has earbuds in and the movie, which is an action movie with lots of fighting and loud noises, doesn't even affect her. She snuggles up against him and sleeps as if it’s the most normal thing. She even sleeps through the turbulence that has Harry gripping his seat, muttering swears under his breath.
She wakes up halfway through the flight all glassy-eyed, and looks up at him. He’s thrown a blanket over them and turned her movie off.
“You slept for several hours,” he whispers. “Your neck is going to hurt so bad.”
She’s blinking the sleep out of her eyes. “Should have bought one of those neck pillows.”
“Says you can buy them on the flight for a mere 30 dollars if you were interested.”
She frowns. “I’ll take your shoulder instead.”
“It’s quite comfortable isn’t it?”
“Quite. Can you come closer?” Despite her asking nicely, her hands are literally grabbing his shirt and trying to pull him to her. He moves in and wraps his arm around her shoulder, leaning in to kiss her head.