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Harry Styles Masterlist
get lost in a world where harry styles is the main character in your life.
Who was going to tell me that Louis’ and Harry’s X-Factor numbers are blue and green as colors?
You can’t make this shit up... the universe was the first bluegreener 💙💚
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here’s the link to donate to george floyd’s official memorial fund if you are able to contribute. if you can’t donate, please share. being black shouldn’t be a death sentence.
George Floyd was murdered by police. Just like Eric Garner, Tamir Rice, Sandra Bland, and far too many others.
White supremacists storm state capitals armed with AR-15 assault rifles and are unharmed. Unarmed people protesting murder by police get tear-gassed and shot with rubber bullets.
Systemic racism is the disease of this country. It must be eradicated. From the white supremacists in the White House to the terrorist vigilantes who hunted down Ahmaud Arbery to the Central Park (Liberal, Buttigieg supporter) woman in New York, calling police on a man who merely asked her to leash her dog.
Anonymous asked:
y/n playfully making fun of Harry’s big head
Hi, I hope you enjoy my little dabble in what I imagine making fun of Harry’s big head would be like. Sorry it took longer than expected, my life is lowkey a mess but anyway here’s the blurb!
(Includes lots of banter)
You wouldn’t say your boyfriend being the face of a brand as big as Gucci, is weird. You’re extremely proud of all of his accomplishments because he deserves each and every single one of them. Everyday you get to wake up next to him, you’re stunned by his beauty; he’s honestly striking. Some might argue that you’re biased but you’d argue that they’re blind; and that’s okay. Unfortunately, not all of us can be blessed with perfect 20/20. Anyway, to address the earlier point, there is nothing strange about him being the face of Gucci. Although driving past his face on a billboard while on the highway arguably has to be a little dangerous, huh? Eyes are supposed to stay on the road… right?
Just thinking about Harry’s titties and how much they’ve grown. Bless
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Anonymous asked:
Christmas theme? I'm here for it. So can you make a fic about y/n waking up on Christmas eve and she's all happy but she doesn't wanna woke harry up,so she just kissing his face,tummy,his love handles and just loving him until woke up eventually and look down,giggled at the feeling and then ask what she was doing she just said she's loving every bit of him!And she's all happy and gave him lots of surprises and gifts?He's just shocked and at the end of the day he cried about how much he loves her
Kissy
Harry’s kisses are therapeutic, and she reckons loving him is, too.
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there weren’t many days when she woke before noon. Harry was usually the one to wake up first, sponging kisses to her cheeks and chuckling warmly when she grumbled in response. He’d stretch his arms, and get up to exercise and shower, drawing the curtains back so his girlfriend could sleep for another hour or two while he made her breakfast.
this morning, however, Y/N had woken merrily to the sound of tinsel and children playing outside as the snow fell prettily to the ground. she didn’t feel gross or an immediate repulsion to all things light, as she usually did. Today, she felt great. her body felt well rested and held in the arms of the man she loved, his body snuggling hers in a spoon, chin resting on her shoulder, nose tucked into the tender juncture of her neck, and fingers splayed on her jersey clad belly. they were facing the window, so the sight of bedazzled evergreen trees and charming snowmen and children waving their arms as angels in the snow warmed her heart, a certain longing settling in her chest as she people-watched for quite some time and noticed a mother and father bringing out trays of hot cocoa and cookies for their playing children.
it was Christmas Day, and the thought sent excitement pulsing through Y/N as she looked back to where Harry’s lips were parted, soft snores gently rumbling out of him, his front flush against her backside. She didn’t want to wake him, ‘cause it would be a shame to disrupt the peaceful rhythm of his breathing; the angelic flutter of his dark eyelashes falling against fair cheeks.
she shifted closer to him contentedly, fighting a smile tugging at the corner of her lips as he smacked his lips together in his sleep, eyebrows creasing a bit. He was positively rumbling with heat, on the brink of purring.
They lay like that for a little while; her breathing in the scent of sandalwood and pine emanating from his chest, and him grumbling in his sleep every now and then, only to crack a shy smile in a dream she could only imagine. After a while, however, she became increasingly aware of the scent wafting from the kitchen of the gingerbread house they’d haphazardly put together last night. As if agreeing with her brain, her stomach rumbles underneath Harry’s splayed fingertips, and she bites her bottom lip, wondering how she could wake him without really disturbing him, so he could make her some damn breakfast. She couldn’t really cook, but Harry? There was nothing the man couldn’t do.
she stared at his face for a while, the dimples bracketing either side of his cheeks when he wet his lips; the smooth planes of his face, the single curl swaying by his forehead. On a whim, she wiggles her bum a bit, turns to face him completely, his chest against hers, and moves a bit closer to him, kissing his nose on an impulsive whim and giggling as he scrunches it subconsciously, his arms clinging to her waist a bit more before falling into a deep sleep again.
“so cute,” she coos, “like bambi, baby.”
she giggles and pinches his cheeks lightly, and then devoutly kisses the blooming roses from the bruise away. she presses her lips to his chin, trailing burning kisses down his neck. her lips touch his pulse. it touches them back. she bites her bottom lip again, eyes meeting his face to find he’s still fast asleep. she sponges kisses down his exposed chest, tongue poking out when she gets to the swallows on his chest and sucks bruises onto them, paying them extra attention and care as he hums sleepily in response, shifting closer, fingers dropping from her waist to squeeze her hips. she suctions and bites gently and licks at his chest, pulling back with a slight ‘pop’ with eyes glittering in satisfaction at the purpling hickeys decorating his pretty chest. if it’s any indication, the growing bulge pushing against the inside of her thigh all needy tells her he’s pretty happy to see her, too. she laughs before carrying on with her mission to cover him in light kisses. she gets to his love handles and squishes them in doting kisses, humming.
kissing harry was decidedly therapeutic, just as loving him was.
somewhere along the way, his eyes fluttered open, green irises looking down and gazing at her attentively in the morning light, where she sponged kisses along his hips and smiled adorably. he giggles as she brushed her lips against a particularly sensitive area and she jolts in surprise.
“what’re you doin’, love?”
“kissy” she responds meekly, eyes bright with innocence and all loving. his heart warms impossibly. this girl.
he squeezes her hips again, before laying flat on his back and grasping onto them to lift her in a straddling position, situated on his thighs, looming over his chest. one hand remains on her hip, while his remaining fingers brush against her bottom lip, thumb rubbing against it and noticing just how swollen it was from kissing me. he stares up at her.
“gimme anotha’, then, love,” he rasps, and she obliges happily, leaning down to push her lips against his, making a soft, placid sound as he strokes her back as they kissed. he moves to deepen the kiss, but she breaks away first, eyes bright and eager.
“wanna kiss n all, but i have presents for you! hafta open them.”
his eyes widen.
“for me?” he asks in disbelief, fingers tracing her precious face. “y’have presents for me, angel?”
“of course,” she giggles, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, and beams at her boyfriend while he tries to blink back the sudden pricking in his eyes. “but, i reckon you’re already pretty happy to see me. something tells me that, anyway.”
“really?” he asks, pulling her in for another kiss. “and what’s that?”
she lifts her hand from his chest, moving it down until she brushes against his rather hard member.
he groans.
“yeah,” she laughs.
his face goes slightly pink, before he smirks, blinking up at her with feigned innocence.
“‘s a loner,” he states, grinning up at her.
“...a love boner.”
they break into peals of laughter, and the snow continues to fall.
MASTERLIST
Side Note To Fan Fic Authors
Here’s the thing.
I read a lot of scripts. A lot. From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies. Features and pilots. Specs and treatments.
And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff. It’s more inspired. It’s more compelling. It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt. It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful. It’s smart and thoughtful and good. It’s novel-quality. Better than, sometimes.
Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job. This is what they do on the side. In their spare time. For free.
So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good. You’re good writers and great storytellers. I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do. And because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies. You’re better than that. So be better than that. If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it. You’ve already started.
And you’re more talented than you might think.
Harry’s stage presence is … one of a kind. There aren’t many artists out there that can make every single person in an arena feel like the show is being done for them but Harry manages to do that beautifully all while making a personal connection with every person in his audience and I just think that’s rare and just one more thing to admire about him.
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20 minutes into netflix and chill and he gives u this look
“Let’s Get You Cleaned Up” - Sick!Harry Imagine
Concept: Harry is sick and you take care of him.
Authors note: Idk why but I stan sick!harry vibes ngl. It’s not as long as I would like it to be but I always run out of ideas towards the end. Anyways, enjoy loves! xoxo - L<3
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You wake up to a dark room and a cold bed. You reach out behind you on the silky sheets trying to find Harry’s body, but it was not there. “Harry are you alright?” No response. Harry had not been feeling the best lately and was constantly complaining of his stomach aching and feeling hot.
“Harry, babe? Are you ok?” once again no response. Propping yourself up off your side you sat up trying to see if the bathroom light was on through the crack of the door. The black obsis of the room answered your question. You turn on the lamp on the nightstand, making the room dimly light.
Where could he have gone? Maybe to get medicine at the store? No, it couldn’t be, his keys and wallet were still laying on his side of the bed. Pulling yourself out of bed you walk over to the window. He could have been sitting on the patio to cool down or get some fresh air. The porch light wasn’t on and neither was the kitchen light that reflected onto the wood boards outside.
You walk over to his side of the bed to see the grey sweats and shirt he wore to bed on the floor. Laughter could be heard from downstairs but from an unfamiliar voice. Harry’s phone wasn’t on his bedside so maybe he was just taking a phone call. That was the best scenario you could think of because the alternative was 10 times worse.
Thinking back to a couple of weeks ago when he was mugged on the street you became concerned. They could be back, and this time it could end badly. He was lucky to have escaped last time but maybe they were just waiting to come back. That theory doesn’t make enough sense though, they would have taken his wallet or the keys to his car.
Grabbing the bat kept under his side of the bed, you walked out of the bedroom. Once again the laughter could be heard in the hallway and the source was coming downstairs. It wasn’t a creepy laugh that some bad guy would have on tv, more of a rehearsed laugh that sitcoms use. Slowly going down the steps it became louder. White light started flashing down in the living room as you edged closer.
Turning the corner you saw Harry sitting on the couch watching tv. Realizing how silly you looked you dropped the bat and loosened up. Harry was in nothing but his underwear slouched over. His hair was put into a tiny pigtail on the top. Walking closer you saw the sweat dripping off his face onto his chest.
“Harry, are you ok?” Sitting down next to him you wrap your arms around his torso and kiss his cheek. Harry’s eyes flicker open as he turns his head slightly to look at you. “Yeah love, I’m fine just couldn’t fall asleep in there.”Little coughs interrupted his response and he realized he exposed himself. Not that you couldn’t tell he was ok. His skin was hot and sticky and he reeked of vomit.
The floor by Harry’s feet was covered in empty water bottles and tissues. On the end table was an ice pack and a trashcan, both shown signs of being used. “Harry, do you want me to get medicine so you can sleep better?” Taking your finger you wipe off the sweat rolling down his cheek. “No honey, I don’t want you going out late at night for me,” he mumbled.
Harry reached over to the coffee table and grabbed another bottle of water. You watched as he gulped it in less than a minute. Afterward, he was gasping for air and started coughing frantically. Moving your hand down to his back you started tapping in a circle to help ease his cough. “Oh, fuck,”and seconds later he was reaching for the trash can and gagged his heart out.
There wasn’t you could do in this situation but to let him know you were right there for him. “It’s gonna be ok H,” you said rubbing his back with one hand and putting an ice pack on his forehead with the other. It hurt seeing the man you love in so much pain for the past week. Harry looks up from the trash can out of breath and lays his head back.
“You want me to take you to the ER?” Harry shook his head and dropped the can onto the floor. He was too stubborn to go see a doctor and kept trying to convince you it was just a common cold. “No, it’s just a little fever love, I’ll be fine.”Not wanting to anger him you went along with it and just tried your best to take care of him.
Harry began to hold his chest and started to groan. “Harry are you sure? is your chest starting to hurt?” you asked. “Y/N, I hurt everywhere!” Harry’s hand was on his face to cover his crying while his face became bright red from the last events. Standing up you turned to face Harry and pulled him to his feet. “Come on babe, let’s get you cleaned up.”
Leading him up the stairs you wrapped his arm around your shoulder. Harry’s body was limp while his knees kept going out on him. “I’ll be right back,” you lay him on the bed and walk towards the bathroom. Opening the door you turned on the lights and took a deep breath. You went to the closet and pulled him out a towel and placed in next to the tub. Turning the knobs you start the water and run your hand through it. When the temperature was just right you blocked the drain.
The tub began to fill up and you reached over to grab his shampoo and conditioner. Placing them next to the towel while also grabbing his body wash. Stopping the water as it reached the top, you went to get Harry. “Ok babe, the bath is ready.”
The dim light of the bedroom revealed the truth of his condition. Harry was laying on his back across the bed, gasping for air. His face was as red as a cherry, shiny and plump. While the rest of his body resembled a steamy red desert, irritated and hot. The locks of his hair were greasy, covered in his own throw-up; and so were his chest and boxers.
You walked up to the bed and stroked his face. Harry began to sit up and it revealed the pool of sweat under him. Before walking him to the bathroom you help him get off his briefs and socks. Leading him to the bathroom Harry put his head on your shoulder and relies on you to hold him up.
Slowly, you guided him into the tub and sat down beside him. Harry pulled out the ponytail on the top of his head and hands the hair tie to you. Taking a rinse cup, you poured water onto his hair. Repeating the process until his curls were soaked. Grabbing the shampoo bottle and pouring some out onto your hand, you became to lather it.
Slowly, you massaged his scalp, making sure to get every inch of hair covered. Taking the cup and holding one hand over his eyes you rinsed out the liquid. As it ran down your arm the scent of strawberries filled the room, ultimately making the barf smell disappear. Grabbing the conditioner, the cycle repeated.
“The water feels so good,” he said as you rinsed the last of the conditioner out.Then you soaked the washcloth in the bathwater and put body wash on it. “Here Harry, clean yourself off.” He took the cloth and began to wipe off his chest. Sitting there you watch as he attempts to wash himself, you run your hand through his wet hair. Harry’s green eyes glisten as he continued to wash off the sweat on his body.
He dropped the washcloth when he was done, queuing you to stand up. As Harry stood up, you grabbed the towel next to you and wrapped it around him. Stepping out of the bathe you lead him to the toilet and prompt him to sit for a minute. Exiting the bathroom and heading towards his dresser you got him a change of clothes. Grabbing him a new pair of briefs, socks, and a robe.
You walked back to the bathroom and helped Harry change into his clothes. Standing behind him you wrap him in his robe and kiss his neck. “I love you,” you mumbled. Harry turned around to face you and cupped your face in his hands. His breath could be felt down your neck. Lips began to lock before you pulled away. “Harry, you’re sick.”
“So what?” he scuffed. You ignored the attitude and took his hand to lead him out of the bathroom and onto the bed. Harry laid down and you fluffed the pillows behind his head. “I know you’re hot but you have to sweat this fever out,” you said pulling the covers on top of him. “I love you y/n, thank you for taking care of me.” Smiling down at him you kissed his cheek.
“I love you too Harry,” you started tucking him into the covers. You walked over to your side of the bed and turned off the light. Climbing into the bed you wrap your arms around his side. Harry pulled you in and began to play with your hair. “Don’t puke on me,” you said chuckling.
Harry’s soft chuckle followed by a parade of coughs filled the room. “Why not, maybe then you’ll get in the bath with me this time.” You felt him lean down and kiss the top of your head. “For someone who is sick your awful cheeky.” You started rubbing circles on his stomach and he put his head back down on the pillow. After a couple of minutes of just the sound of both your heart beats and his shortness of breath, he fell asleep.
“Sleep tight, my angel,” as you started to drift asleep yourself.
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Hope you all liked it!!
“I’ve missed this,” - Drabble.
193. “I’ve missed this,” - Harry x Reader
You pull the duvet up over your neck just as Harry climbs back into bed, his cold feet immediately finding your legs.
‘Harry,’ you squeal, shifting your body away from him. ‘Nobody needs your cold feet on a Sunday morning,’ you quip, rolling your eyes and turning away from him. Your grin widens, as you feel his arms snake around your waist. His hands interlock around you, a kiss finds your shoulder.
‘I’m so glad to be home,’ he whispers, his breath tickling your bare skin.
You smile to yourself, witnessing a flutter of butterflies within your stomach.
‘It’s good to have you home,’ you say, instantly wriggling around to face him. You loop your arms around his neck and he brushes the tip of his nose against yours before chuckling.
‘I’ve missed this,’ his voice, low and raspy. ‘I’ve missed you,’ he adds, green eyes burning on you.
You feel your cheeks flush under his gaze, and his lips peeling back to reveal his childish grin tells you that he’s acknowledged the embarrassed pink.
‘I’ve missed having you around,’ you grin in return.
He edges closer, his smile wide and dimples prominent.
Your heart beat quickens as his mouth lingers close to yours. You inhale his sweet sent of vanilla along with the usual notes of sandalwood and musk.
In the glow of the Sunday morning sun, he looked especially beautiful. You take him in, his dishevelled hair, sleepy eyes, crooked grin; his laughter lines, plump pink lips, unshaven jaw.
‘(Y/N),’ he breathes, his voice immediately breaking your trail of thought. With his forehead pressed against yours, his eyes flit up and down your face. ‘Have me around forever,’ he chuckles, his cheeks blushing. His lips brush against yours slightly, and he pulls himself back, grinning once again.
‘I happily would,’ you whisper, closing your eyes and pulling him closer. He kisses you. Slow, soft and comforting. His hand settles on your hip, and your body falls into his chest, your fingers quickly finding his hair.
Harry breaks the kiss, his eyes completely fixated on your face.
‘Please do,’ he smiles a soft smile, before nuzzling his face into your neck and holding you close.