“Erika Bray?” Spencer all but screeched from where he stood in the dining room. The others weren’t quite sure how he had heard their hushed whispers though they also couldn’t be too surprised. They could no longer remember how many times that Spencer had mentioned Erika and how much he fancied her. She was, in his own words, ‘well fit’ and he wasn’t afraid to let people know. 

He let the bottle of multipurpose cleaner and the washcloth that he used onto the table in front of him before he hurtled himself into the foyer, almost hitting his head on the stupidly low beam of the doorway, and towards the other three who were working that morning. Autumn, Spencer’s girlfriend and the shift supervisor, stood with her back to him while Sada and Connor stood in front of her. Spencer hurried to join the circle of his friends, wiping his damp hands down his black jeans to remove the residue from the cleaning products. 

“She’s coming here?” He breathed out, still trying to catch his breath from running. It didn’t matter that he’d played football for most of his life, Spencer still couldn’t run very far without being out of breath. “Like to this bed and breakfast? To Rivercliffe? You’re not shitting me or anything?” 

“Spencer, for crying out loud how many more times do we have to tell you about swearing while you’re at work?” Sada questioned with her brows raised and her hands on her hips. “But no, we aren’t ‘shitting’ you. She’s coming later today and you better be on your best behaviour.” She prodded her index finger into his chest and watched as he put his hands up by his head in defeat. 

Out of all the employees, Sada was always the most serious. But not in a way that made her mean, just in a way that she wanted everything to be done by the books and she wasn’t afraid to put someone in their place if they were breaking rules. Everyone loved her little stressy head and would often joke and tell her to take a chill pill to which they would get slyly rodded by her middle finger. 

“You’re trying to tell me,” Spencer started again, not missing the groans from those around him, “that I’m finally going to get to meet the Erika Bray and you’re picking up on my swearing at work? Fuck the fucking rules right now! Pretty Baby Bray is coming here, where we work, to stay. You know she was in the new Star Wars film? Went all the way to bloody Cheltenham to see it in the cinema and she did not disappoint! Her boobs looked good enough to fucking-” 

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REBLOGGING BECAUSE QUITE FRANKLY LAUREN IS NOT GETTING THE HYPE SHE DESERVES AND ITS MAKING ME MENTAL DAMN IT 

Let Me Feel You

Imagine Harry coming home from tour and not being able to wait to get you home before having you. A DREAM. Thanks to my girlfriend @yes-daddy-i-willl for proof reading and just being the love of my life and @niall-is-my-dream for screaming about this concept with me/always encouraging me. And anyone who reads my stuff, your support means a lot. Enjoy loves!

It’s been so long since you last saw him face to face.  Months, plural, as in two whole months to be exact.  Your time together while he was in London - the quickest flash of two days - long gone now.  You got to share a moment of his time while he was in Japan about a month later, but that was it.  To say you missed him would be an understatement.  

The phone calls and skype dates when he actually had the time to give were barely sufficing.  Even though his voice felt like it could wrap you up in a blanket, it wasn’t the same as being wrapped up in him.  You smile at the memory of him calling you in the middle of the night, his voice so incredibly deep when he told you, “Miss you so fucking much it hurts, love.”  

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Sometimes, love can feel like it’s everything. And sometimes, we hope it can be. 

- AU // Harry x Reader // WIP -    

Rated: M, mature / Word Count: approx. 30k 

All of my writing can be found here and feel free to come talk to me here! 

Okay. I usually don’t do this stuff but I’m gonna go ahead and do it, damn it. I would be proud of anyone for coming onto a hellsite like this and sharing the real, raw, hard things about life - but the fact that this is my wife, my soul mate, my best friend, one of my top favourite people in the whole world? I’m overflowing with pride and adoration and downright amazement. This story has, on numerous occasions already, moved me to tears, reminded me of hard times I’ve faced but finally overcome, the hopes I’ve felt and the downfalls I’ve been through, the importance of love and togetherness and relationship. This is a beautiful, beautiful, way too accurate portrayal of what so many people have experienced, are experiencing and will one day experience.

This isn’t a story you want to miss.

The truth in it, the smut in it (you dirty little things, you’re gonna love it), the accuracy and passion… is all astounding. 

I don’t deserve this incredible, brave, strong, resilient, beautiful soul in my life - none of us do. She’s a bloody gift and I hope you all give this story and this angel the hype she deserves. 

I’m SO PROUD OF YOU, Anna Banana. I couldn’t possibly love you more than I do. Can’t wait to reblog the shit out of this and to hug you… so so soon <3

If you don’t have friends that support you in every way imaginable, you need to find new friends.

I literally cried so hard, like a little choked sob actually came out 😭 I love you so fucking much I don’t even know what to do with myself half the time. I’m so so SO lucky to have you and definitely don’t deserve you and your love and your heart and your beautiful soul. 8 DAYS BABY!!!!!

Sometimes, love can feel like it’s everything. And sometimes, we hope it can be. 

- AU // Harry x Reader // WIP -    

Rated: M, mature / Word Count: approx. 30k 

All of my writing can be found here and feel free to come talk to me here! 

Okay. I usually don’t do this stuff but I’m gonna go ahead and do it, damn it. I would be proud of anyone for coming onto a hellsite like this and sharing the real, raw, hard things about life - but the fact that this is my wife, my soul mate, my best friend, one of my top favourite people in the whole world? I’m overflowing with pride and adoration and downright amazement. This story has, on numerous occasions already, moved me to tears, reminded me of hard times I’ve faced but finally overcome, the hopes I’ve felt and the downfalls I’ve been through, the importance of love and togetherness and relationship. This is a beautiful, beautiful, way too accurate portrayal of what so many people have experienced, are experiencing and will one day experience.

This isn’t a story you want to miss.

The truth in it, the smut in it (you dirty little things, you’re gonna love it), the accuracy and passion... is all astounding. 

I don’t deserve this incredible, brave, strong, resilient, beautiful soul in my life - none of us do. She’s a bloody gift and I hope you all give this story and this angel the hype she deserves. 

I’m SO PROUD OF YOU, Anna Banana. I couldn’t possibly love you more than I do. Can’t wait to reblog the shit out of this and to hug you... so so soon <3

Coming Soon

or...

90’s boyfriend Harry who can’t stop rescuing, serenading and falling hopelessly in love with you.

Coming Soon

or...

90’s boyfriend Harry who can’t stop rescuing, serenading and falling hopelessly in love with you.

I can’t even begin to express in shapes of words how much I’m waiting for this to be read by y’all! To say that I’m excited just isn’t enough 💛

“Erika Bray?” Spencer all but screeched from where he stood in the dining room. The others weren’t quite sure how he had heard their hushed whispers though they also couldn’t be too surprised. They could no longer remember how many times that Spencer had mentioned Erika and how much he fancied her. She was, in his own words, ‘well fit’ and he wasn’t afraid to let people know. 

He let the bottle of multipurpose cleaner and the washcloth that he used onto the table in front of him before he hurtled himself into the foyer, almost hitting his head on the stupidly low beam of the doorway, and towards the other three who were working that morning. Autumn, Spencer’s girlfriend and the shift supervisor, stood with her back to him while Sada and Connor stood in front of her. Spencer hurried to join the circle of his friends, wiping his damp hands down his black jeans to remove the residue from the cleaning products. 

“She’s coming here?” He breathed out, still trying to catch his breath from running. It didn’t matter that he’d played football for most of his life, Spencer still couldn’t run very far without being out of breath. “Like to this bed and breakfast? To Rivercliffe? You’re not shitting me or anything?” 

“Spencer, for crying out loud how many more times do we have to tell you about swearing while you’re at work?” Sada questioned with her brows raised and her hands on her hips. “But no, we aren’t ‘shitting’ you. She’s coming later today and you better be on your best behaviour.” She prodded her index finger into his chest and watched as he put his hands up by his head in defeat. 

Out of all the employees, Sada was always the most serious. But not in a way that made her mean, just in a way that she wanted everything to be done by the books and she wasn’t afraid to put someone in their place if they were breaking rules. Everyone loved her little stressy head and would often joke and tell her to take a chill pill to which they would get slyly rodded by her middle finger. 

“You’re trying to tell me,” Spencer started again, not missing the groans from those around him, “that I’m finally going to get to meet the Erika Bray and you’re picking up on my swearing at work? Fuck the fucking rules right now! Pretty Baby Bray is coming here, where we work, to stay. You know she was in the new Star Wars film? Went all the way to bloody Cheltenham to see it in the cinema and she did not disappoint! Her boobs looked good enough to fucking-” 

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I STILL CANT BELIEVE THAT MY LAUREN IS WRITING THIS STORY IN MY HONOUR! IVE BEEN SCREAMING ABOUT THIS STORY SINCE SHE INITIALLY MENTIONED IT TO ME AND I WILL NEVER EVER EVER STOP! PAUSE AND READ THIS AMAZING STORY, YOU WONT REGRET IT 😩😩😩

Did I Break It?

A domestic dad!Harry and husband!Harry, where you share a glass of wine in the kitchen and enjoy scraps of the kids’ leftovers while trying to figure out Year 3 maths homework. Oh and followed by quite a realistic smut because some nights aren’t just meant to be, right?

Honestly, you thought you’d be done with maths when you finished school. Well jokes on your younger self because here you are, a little over a decade later, nursing a much-needed glass of Riesling as you work through equivalent fractions to check on your son’s homework while Harry deals with bedtime stories upstairs. Or so you thought, because now you hear the sound of the stairs creaking (that would probably finally get fixed by the time your last baby turn eighteen), followed by familiar footsteps coming into the kitchen. There’s absolutely no need for you to lift up your head and glance towards the arched doorway, because you’d recognise that sound anywhere. But you do it anyway.

And there he is, your husband, making his way into the kitchen looking all happy and soft. Although you won’t deny the fact that he does look like he needs a wash and a good night’s sleep, because that’s what being in charge of bedtime routine for four young children aged eight and under does to you. But even then, the combination of exhaustion and pure joy on his face that makes him look very much like a dad, is a sight you enjoy getting a front-row seat every night and one that you wouldn’t trade for the world. 

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Escape To The Cotswolds SNEAK PEEK!

“Harry,” Autumn said through a smile as she walked into the kitchen. “Sada wants you upstairs really quickly.” Harry nodded before cleaning his mug and heading to the door. “Oh, and you also need to take Erika upstairs to her room for me. Her key is behind the desk and she’s in room 5. Thanks, mate!”

“You little…” He let his words trail off as he pretty forcefully pushed the kitchen door open enough for him to get through. When he got close to the foyer where he knew Erika was waiting, he shook his shoulders and took a deep breath. He had already made an enormous fool out of himself and didn’t want to further what he could only imagine being a negative impression of himself. “Erika. If you want to follow me up to your room.”

Erika stood up quickly, pulling the handle of her suitcase up and walking towards Harry with it towing behind her. She stopped just behind him but regretted it as soon as he turned on his heel and almost knocked her backwards. Luckily she was able to grip the desk to stop herself from tumbling. Harry smelt heavenly, kind of musky with a hint of freshness. It was a nice smell and Erika wished that she could smell it forever.

“I’m sorry, I should have made sure that you weren’t-”

“Harry, it’s okay. Happens to the best of us.” She smiled at him, wanting him to know that it really was okay.

“Well, I’m still sorry. Here, let me take your suitcase. You’re in the attic bedroom so there’s a lot of stairs.” Erika didn’t argue with him, pushing her suitcase towards him with her foot and watching as he pushed the handle down fully and grabbed it by the smaller one before lifting it up with ease. She could just about make out the bulge of his bicep through the material of his brown jumper but it was still baggy enough around his arm that she didn’t know just how prominent it was.

Harry walked up the stairs two at a time and almost made it to the top of the first flight without tripping over his own feet. Almost. A mere three steps from the top, his shoelace came undone and he tripped over it, shoving the suitcase as gently as he could onto the floor of the landing before his knees hit the step above. He cried out in pain while Erika stood still behind him. She didn’t know how to react and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t stop the little snort of a chuckle that left her.

Her right hand flew to cover her mouth quickly to stifle any others while Harry stood himself back up and finished climbing the stairs. When he turned back to her, she was still where she had been when he fell.

ready ✅ to father👨‍👦,ready ✅ to raise ⬆️ a genius 🧠, maximum 💪🏻 effort, the sky’s 🌤 the limit 🚫 on daddy🧔

As You Held Onto Me: SNEAK PEEK

Falling in love for the first time is the most exhilarating feeling. But what about once you’re in love, and the universe throws the curve ball you never even imagined. A story about real life and the hardships that test everything you thought you knew.       

You stood with your fingers clasped together in front of you, taking in the expanse of the dining room.  For such a deceivingly plain office and kitchen, the dining room was elegantly decorated.  Vaulted ceilings, beautiful art hung on the walls, expensive tables and chairs with polished table settings.  There was a large chandelier in the center of the room and a fire place situated on the far right wall. To say the least, it was a stark difference from the plain white walls in Shannon’s office.  

“Ah there he is!” Shannon spoke excitedly.  

You turned toward the direction of the kitchen to see a tall boy walking towards you. It was like your brain took in a different aspect of him every second. Dark, chestnut hair curled around his ears. Broad shoulders. Radiant skin despite the freezing temperatures. His apron tied around his narrow waist. 

He gave a small wave as he neared, light green eyes coming into focus as they washed over your features. Your cheeks burned immediately. He was beyond handsome as a sweet, dimpled smile spread across his face.    

“Hey, ya alright?” He spoke in general, but his eyes flicked back to you a few times. His voice was surprisingly deep, making the nerves in your belly erupt all over again.  

Shannon spoke up, introducing you both. You exchanged shy smiles with Harry as he tucked his hands into his pockets, seemingly nervous. “Harry’s our best trainer. He’ll take care of you,” Shannon praised. “I’ll leave you to it.” 

He smiled down to the floor as Shannon passed with a pat on his shoulder. You noticed the top of his pink ear peeking through his hair when he turned towards the oak desk, grabbing a clipboard and bringing it towards you.  

“So this is the section chart,” he got right to it, showing you the layout of the dining room and which section would be yours for the evening. His cologne lingered once he was close enough, hints of sweet melon and warm vanilla floating off his skin. A small cross tattoo caught your eye as he pointed to your section. Your eyebrow twitched minutely; intrigued already.  

“Come on,” he spoke, pulling your attention back to his face, “I’ll show you around.” 

Five Minutes More IX

February 14th, 1941 

Alex watched as Y/N pottered around their kitchen once they’d finished their dinner. Her feet moved slowly as she shifted from one side of the room to the other, putting pots and pans away. Alex stood in the doorway and leaned on his left arm as he watched her intently, taking her in completely. She was just as beautiful as she was the day that he first met her. In fact, if it were even possible, she was even more beautiful than she had been that day at the Azoff’s. 

“What about Betty?” Y/N asked as she put the last plate away in the cupboard, letting her shoulders fall in relief when it was away. “Always liked that name.” 

She wiped her hands on the tea towel she was using to dry the pots before hooking it near the sink where it was kept. She moved to where Alex stood to wrap her arms around his middle but her growing baby bump stopped her from getting as close as she wanted to. That was the one thing she wasn’t keen on about pregnancy. She couldn’t get as close to Alex as she wanted to unless they were in bed and he was holding her from behind which was all well and good but it meant that she couldn’t see his face or kiss his lips as easily. 

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I will cry forever over the best story to have ever been posted on this hell site. I’m so proud of you, Lauren, for so many things. This is such a beautiful tribute to the art that Harry created in Dunkirk, the family of those who fought (and you even added in my great-grandad Leroy who died at Dunkirk- I love you.) I will scream out how much I love this story for the rest of forever.

You’ve done a beautiful thing and I feel lucky to have been involved in the slightest. Great job my dear. 🖤

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Escape to the Cotswolds!!

There was a single low hanging chandelier in the centre of the foyer, something that Erika though was quite silly with how low the ceilings were already but the rest of the space was lit with lamps. It was very cosy and instantly made her feel at home. That was all she could ask for really...what with her staying there for six weeks before she headed back home for Christmas with her family.

Everyone’s attention was turned to the door when it flew open and a huge gust of wind circled around them. It wasn’t the door opening that caught Erika’s attention though, it was the absolutely gorgeous man that walked through it.

“Jesus fucking Christ anyone would think it’s Antarctica with how cold it is out there,” Harry muttered as he slammed the door shut once again. He lifted his black hat from his head and tousled his hair into place before putting the hat in his coat pocket.

As soon as he turned around and saw that there was someone not normally in the B&B there, his eyes widened and his cheeks heated up instantly. “I’m- fuck- oh wow okay ummm, I’m sorry for swearing. I’m...Harry. I’m Harry.”

Warning: This story will feature explicit language throughout as well as characters eating animal products, excessive alcohol consumption and mentions of sex. Please read with caution.

All ideas in this story are completely my own (and Erika’s). Please do not repost this story anywhere without consent.

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