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STOP CRYING BABY THAT’S A SIGN OF THE TIMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

que hino foi esse meu deus??????????? enaltece mais harry styles

like or reblog if you use/save xx

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Send To All

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Requested by anonymous:

“hey there! I don’t know if you’re still doing 1D requests but I was wondering if I could request a Harry Styles imagine?? idk if you know of it but there’s a comedian called michael mcintyre who has a chat show and he has a segment called ‘send to all’ where he sends a mass text from the guests phone and reads the replies - anyways I was wondering if you could do a request where the reader is a celebrity and secretly dating Harry and their relationship gets exposed or something through this?? xx”

Warnings: None?? tiny bit of language and fluff I suppose

Notes: This gif has no relevance it just fucking kills me omg (also I’m so excited to write for harry eek)


“Good luck love, I know you’ll be amazing as always. Thinking of you and can’t wait to finally hold you in my arms tomorrow. H x” 

You felt your heart constrict and a buzz fill your body, a smile tugging up on your lips as your eyes scanned over the text your boyfriend had just sent you. Your thumbs hovered anxiously over the keyboard as you mulled over what you should reply with. You had just decided on replying with words teasing him about how he signed his texts just like his tweets when you were interrupted. 

“*yn*, we’re ready for you.” 

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Sweethearts.

REQUEST - Can you do an harry styles imagine where the reader is shy and just so innocent and always wants to be around harry because she feels protected and harry does everything he can do to protect and make her happy and she doesn’t talk much but he doesn’t mind then some of Harry’s friends mention how cute they are? Love your work! - @baileyhizzle

I’M SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY. But it was only because my main focus was on The Divorce Series AU. Now, This is a fan-fiction, I have no idea how Harry is in real life. I’ve tad bit changed the storyline. This is just a part of my imagination. ENJOY! :) xx

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Not As Long As Me

(Image not mine…unfortunately)
Warnings: None! 
Synopsis: Harry gets jealous that you are really close to one of the other boys and true feelings surface.
Word Count: 1693
Apparently I have a hard time writing blurbs…sorry Xx I hope you like it still! Please leave me comments! Or send me requests!! 

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These kind of nights were your favorite and the ones that you missed the most when he was gone: snuggled in on a cold winter night, playing stupid little games with Harry, wearing your favorite pajamas, sipping tea slowly. You both tried to do it at least once a week, however, this week you had done it twice.

“Morgan Freeman?” You ask, tilting your head to the side, all of the clues that you had been given pointing towards him.
“Yeah,” he smirks, throwing his card down, running his hand raggedly through his hair. 

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She's Gotcha Mate

The simple get together of the band had been thrown together at the last minute, a quick round of games and snacks and talking amongst the couple’s couches. Louis sat near Liam, who rested in the floor just below Niall’s knee. There was a sense of laughs and grunts and chatters between them.

But they died down when the trio noticed Harry’s thumbs tapping across the screen, a smile broad a clear. They knew him. They knew their friend well enough that Niall spoke with a chuckle when he said,

“Yeh texting her again mate?”

His head of bouncy curls sprouted upwards as he finally noticed his question. He mumbled something about you coming home soon from the store and looked down once more. He couldn’t help it. The entire time he spends with you had swallowed all of his senses, leaving his spare thoughts vulnerable to the loneliness he faces when your gone. That feeling shrank a bit when you told him you’ll be home in a few minutes.

“Come on H. Remember us? Your friends?” Liam taunted. It was funny to see his cheeks rage with a blossoming blush.

“S-Sorry guys. Lil’ distracted.” Harry replied.

Louis barked back with a smirk.

“With ya new birdie right?”

“Oh close yeh mouth ya wanker.”

Harry rolled his eyes. He would never be able to explain it to them. His feeling for you had only grown, and when that doorbell shook its shrill through the halls, the lads watched with amusement as the Cheshire boy sprang to the door. Niall shook his head. That was definitely a first.

“Hey Harry. The boys over?” You smiled as you peered over his shoulder. The three guests waved at you and their “hello’s” melted together.

He mumbles a little “mhmm” into the crook of your neck as he hugs you, making sure to linger the touch of his fingers on your waist. Liam lets out a snicker while you walk to put the groceries down. But your boyfriends hands fail to leave you alone long enough to put any of them away. Before you know it, his large arms are hooked upon your sides, carrying you in a fit of giggles to his previous spot on the sofa.

And it’s funny. Funny how the pecks and kisses and subtle grasp on your thigh doesn’t go unnoticed. Funny how even as the movie begins to play and the darkness surrounds the small huddle of people, Harry can still sense your eyes lingering on his lips and hear the boys murmurs. Funny how the boys take note of his small favors and the way he opens doors for you.

So when the night dwindles down and the group of friends begin to file out the door with goodbyes, he can only smile when Niall pats his shoulder and says

“She’s gotcha mate.”

Because while he knows it to be true, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Lavender and Vanilla

Anon: Could you please do one of y/n coming home from work really tired and Harry cuddles her. Thank you x
Hope you like it!! 
Word Count: 1058
No warnings, just cute-as-hell Harry.

You sat in the driveway, for how long, you did not know. It seemed as if your legs were not attached to your body, or at least your brain wasn’t sending signals to them to make them move. You were exhausted: your body had been worked harder than it had in a long time, and it was all because of your new manager. It wasn’t that your previous manager didn’t work you hard, because she did, but nothing compared to this new guy. You worked at a catering business, which you liked…most of the time. The workload was normally evenly distributed, but because you were the youngest one on staff, your new boss thought that you could and should be pushed a little bit harder than everyone else, which led to very sore muscles and a tired body.

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Here part 3

Part 3 of Here is now here, Hope you’re still enjoying it. Part four will come at the end of the week and hopefully something between Christmas and New Year as well. We’ll see, it’s going to be a busy time though so I’m not 100% sure yet. 

Anyway, enjoy I x

Morning

 Wow you’re a bit eager aren’t you Harry?

I mean it’s 8.30

 Had an early meeting this morning remember?

 Oh yeah how did it go?

 Yeah it was good thanks

Good :)

 So what can I do for you Styles?

 I was wondering if you wanted to go for coffee this afternoon? You gotta say thank you for that lift

 Thought giving you my number was the thank you ;)

And I’d love to you but unfortunately I’ve got a date with someone else

 Oh, who?

 You wouldn’t know him, he’s in that shitty one direction band don’t know why I agreed to go really

 Ah so you’re the reason Louis’ busy this afternoon

Oh and less of the shitty bet you play us on repeat?

 Only to support my friend, but yes I’m meeting with Louis this afternoon I’m afraid

Seeing as you already know that I guess I was option number two anyway so I’m not sure I want to go for coffee with you anyway

 Not at all, never

So when do you want to go for coffee with the best looking member of one direction

 Who Niall? I haven’t really met him so might be a bit of a weird date but if you want to hook me up I’m game

 You’re so funny

Seriously when can we go on a date?

 Whoa who said anything about date?

You when you said it would be a weird date with Niall

 Yeah a date with Niall not you

 I’m not sure if I’ve genuinely overstepped the mark or not now

 I’m joking Harry, don’t worry sorry my sense of humour isn’t great

 I dunno it’s pretty dark I like it

So coffee…

 Friday?

 A whole two days? So you can see Louis as soon as he asks but I have to wait two days

 Enough with the jealousy

I have work tomorrow I’m afraid and have to go get Alfie well now and then pick up my car

 I could drive you ;)

 You’re not driving me anywhere I do silly things like give you my number when I let you drive me

 Was that really a silly thing?

 Well I’m having the longest text conversation I’ve had since high school about going for coffee when I’m meant to be going to get my eighteen month old son from his father who has already called me twice to make sure I’ll be there on time so…

 Sorry I’ll let you go, meet you Friday at Richmond Park

 Ok I’ll have Alfie is that ok?

 Of course it is

 Thanks see you then x

 It’s a date ;) H x

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anonymous asked:

You and Harry are both celebrities, and you perform at an award with a song he's never heard about. He gets sexually frustrated and he can't do anything about it until you go home(which isn't until after the long ass show and the after party) and he's angry and he fucks you senseless.

He’s waiting for you in the kitchen, walking around and looking at the fridge on every five minutes not because he’s hungry but because he’s trying not to think about the huge bulge in his boxers.

And when you return at home, he’s taking your coat and kissing you passionately. You bury your fingers in his hair, not knowing what is this for but enjoying it. 

“Wait” you murmur and he kisses your jaw, “Harry, what are you doing?”

“Just…” his hands are pulling you closer and closer to him, “I just… Your song is amazing and all but i have a bulge from three hours and i want to skip the dinner and take you straight to the bedroom.”

“Go then.”

He doesn’t wait for a second invitation, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. You’re alreading taking off your shirt, and making hickeys all over his neck. 

“People will talk about it, you know?” he asks with a smile.

“About the love bites your girlfriend gave you? Yeah, i think i don’t mind it.”

He laughs, throwing away one pillow and ripping off your underwear. He puts you down on the bed and starts kissing every inch of your skin. You can feel his impatience. 

“You know this part when you sang about me taking your clothes off and making you walk naked for two weeks… I think i’ll be able to do it, you know. I mean, you better be singing about me in that song, baby.”

“It’s for you, Harry” you say, arching your back when he kisses you down there. “Don’t worry. And about walking without clothes for two weeks… I think about doing it a lot, trust me, but there are these hot interviewers, you know…”

“Walking naked in the house is something i’ll love. But walking naked around other men, babe… Don’t do that, i’ll have to blind all of them after seeing this amazing body. You belong to me, remember that.”

“I know, Harry” you moan as he bites your clit. “Now can you just please fuck me?”

He gets rid of his boxers and climb at the top of you, kissing you one more time before you wrap your legs around his waist. He starts trusting in your rough and fast, hundry for you.

“Faster” you beg, tugging at his soft locks and trying to reach his lips.

“Be ready to wake up the neighbors.”

He freezes in you for a second, taking a moment to taste you one more time before starting with the real tempo. Your nails are scratching his back now, you’re trying not to scream because the last time you two had sex, the whole building was planning to eject you from your own apartment. 

“I-I” you try to talk to him just so you can distract for a little of the too much sensation but it’s impossible. 

“Scream, baby, don’t mind.”

When you hear the allow, it all doesn’t matter anymore. You scream his name, taking his cock again and again, and starting to feel your coming orgasm.

“I’m gunna…”

“Yeah, baby, come for me” he moans, reaching his own orgasm and grabbing your boobs. 

“HARRY” you scream of the top of your lungs and you can already imagine the annoyed neighbors but it doesn’t really matter because your orgasm hits you.

He’s sucking at your nipple now, watching you while cuming because, damn, you look amazing and he’s in love with you. And you wrote a song about him because he’s the best boyfriend in the world.

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Dean & 1D

This was requested by @sassyspn67! I hope you all enjoy this! <3 <3

Word Count: 241

Warnings: fluffish

(gif is not mine)

You normally would never disturb Dean while he was washing Baby in the garage, but you were bored.  Not only did you find Dean’s short shorts great to look at, but you also liked sitting in the car while he washed the Impala.  It was like going through the car wash without having to go to one.  Not to mention the way he would sing as he washed the car.  In a way, it was relaxing.

When you entered the garage, you never expected to hear Dean listening to One Direction.  You knew he listened to one pop song recently, but One Direction?  It was uncharacteristic of Dean to listen to 1D.  However, you weren’t going to question it.  You liked their music.

Dean practically jumped out of his skin when he saw you.  It took him a couple of seconds to register what was wrong with this situation.  It wasn’t his short shorts, it was the music.  The Winchester scrambled into the Impala and shut off the music in a hurry.

“[Y/N] what did I tell you about coming into the garage when I’m washing Baby,” Dean scolded, his cheeks burning red from embarrassment.  

Your smile was wide as you padded up to Dean.  “Why would you stop a song like Olivia,” you asked, leaning into the Impala and turning the music back on.  “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”  You winked, grabbing the hose from Dean’s hands.


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1D Plus Sized Series // Versace on the Floor- Harry (Requested)

You and Harry have been dating for quite a while and you’ve loved every minute of it. He was far from the typical scum bags you were used to dating. You don’t really know how it happened but he is literally the man of your Dreams. You never thought someone of his status would look at you, none the less tell you he was falling in love with you. Throughout your time dating, he’s taken it slow. It wasn’t like you were inexperienced or anything, you hand your fun in uni. But you could still count the number of guys you’ve had sex with on one hand, but you both agreed that feelings had come faster than the two of you could even imagine, so why rush things. Now the two of you both had your needs, so of course you’ve fooled around plenty of times. Harry even got you to cum two times the night you both said that you love each other. But you both agreed that you wanted to wait to have sex till you knew that you weren’t rushing into things and weren’t letting your feeling cloud your judgment.


You’ve been a bigger girl all your life, and it took some time for you to feel confident in your own body. But your confidence was off the chart now. Of course, you’ve had your moments when you hated yourself, especially when the paps got an unflattering picture of you, or when the fans made rude comments, but you’ve learned to push them down. Your strong self-confidence is something you pride yourself on. Plus, you had that extra boost of confidence whenever Harry sent you those naughty texts when the two of you were away from each other.


You weren’t one to initiate those naughty texts, but you couldn’t help it tonight. You were missing Harry and earlier in the day you stumbled upon the song, “Versace on the Floor” by Bruno Mars and it made you think of him. You were finally ready to have sex with Harry, to give your full self to him. You quickly typed out a text on your phone and sent it without a second thought.


Babe. I miss you so fucking much. How much longer are you going to be gone?


I miss you too. And I’ll be home tomorrow. I’ll be there when you get home from work.


Good. Cause I’m ready.


Ready for what, love?


Suddenly you didn’t know if you could start the naughty texts. You were getting shy. You knew Harry wouldn’t understand what you were hinting at. He was a guy after all, and with guys, you must be blunt and spell it out. But now you felt like you couldn’t say anything. You were trying to talk yourself into figuring out what to say when Harry sent you another few texts.


??


Babe?


You weren’t the type of person to hide your feelings from Harry. He made it clear from the very start, that if this relationship was going to work the two of you had to have open communication between each other. But now you were scared to tell him. What if he wasn’t ready? You didn’t want to push him. You decided that you were just going to send him a link to the song. If he didn’t get it, or if he wasn’t ready, then you wouldn’t have the embarrassment of telling him. You quickly sent him the link to the song.


Just listen to this. https://open.spotify.com/track/0kN8xEmgMW9mh7UmDYHlJP


You set your phone on the side table by your bed. It had gotten later than you had realized and if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t hundred percent sure you wanted to see Harry’s response to the song. Before you knew you the sound of your alarm clock was waking you up. You must have fallen asleep after you send Harry the song. You looked at the time, you had an hour to get ready before you needed to leave for a long day of work. You took a peek at your phone, but you didn’t have any text’s from Harry. You had a mix of emotions, you were happy that he hadn’t said no, but at the same time you would have hoped he would have at least made a cheeky little comment about you sending him something like that.


Your work day seemed to drag on. You were anxious to see your boyfriend. You missed him so much, but you were dying to find out what his reaction was to your confession.


When you pulled up to your small house, Harry’s black Range Rover was in the driveway, and a swarm of butterflies decided to take residence in your stomach. You were being silly, there was no need to be nervous, but you couldn’t help it.
The house was quiet. You figured Harry was taking a nap, exhausted from his day of travel. You kicked off your heals as you made your way into the kitchen. Sitting on the kitchen counter was a glass of red wine, which you happily picked up and took a sip. Placed next to the glass of wine was a beautiful bouquet of pink and white roses. You brought one of the long-stemmed roses to your nose and inhaled the beautiful scent. Suddenly, you noticed that there was note that had your name on it.


“Y/N. Every single day I am grateful for you. I’ve missed you so much. Come upstairs and find me. I love you. H.”

You quickly set the note down and made your way up to your room. The swarm of butterflies in your stomach were buzzing all over the place. You knew you would be nervous, but you didn’t think that you would be this excited.
When you make it to your room the door is closed, but you could hear Harry moving around from the other side of the door. You took a moment to calm yourself down before you opened the door.
Harry had truly outdone himself. The room was lit by a dozen or so candles, there were flower peddles on the floor, and he was sitting on your bed, sipping his wine while he waited for you.

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Harry Styles

*request: you go to a cake tasting for your wedding*

Harry held onto your hand as the two of you walked into the bakery, the smell of fresh sweets and bread flowing into your nose. The woman behind the counter smiled at you and stood up straighter. Harry looked over and led the two of you over.

“Hello, I’m Harry Styles and this is my fiancé (Y/N), we called a while ago and scheduled a cake tasting for today?” he smiled warmly.

“Oh of course! We were expecting you,” she replied quickly, nodding her head and coming around to lead the two of you to a table, a lovely booth that was tucked away in a quiet corner, the light from a window beaming in on the two of you. “We have 5 different types for you to taste today, I’ll be right out with the tray.”

You slid into the booth, smiling widely at her and nodded your head. “Thank you.”

Harry sat next to you and chuckled softly, rubbing his legs before reaching over and grabbing onto your hand again. You gave his hand a squeeze and hummed out happily, looking over at your fiancé.

“I hope we’re able to find one today,” you said honestly. “I don’t want to have to go to all these bakeries, I mean… I will but I love this place and I really want them to be the ones doing the cake.”

Harry chuckled slightly and nodded his head. “Yeah love I understand. I’m sure out of five different cakes we’ll be able to find something out.”

Nodding your head, the lady you had spoken to earlier came out with a platter with five plates with five different slices of cakes. Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape and you sat up a little bit more, looking over them.

“Okay so this first one here is a simple vanilla cake with a vanilla bean buttercream. Very simple and quite a classic. We usually add quite a bit of decorations with this one because it is so simple. This next one here is a vanilla cake with a mocha icing. This next one here is a chocolate cake with a vanilla and coffee bean frosting. This one over here is a chocolate cake with a rich fudge icing, another classic and one that we can add onto. And last but not least, this is our alternating later cake. Each layer alternates from chocolate and vanilla with a chocolate icing and fruit bouquets. If you have any questions, feel free to ask! If you want anything added onto any of the recipes you have in front of you, just bring it up and we’ll work together to make sure you’re happy!” she explained in a happy tone before walking off and leaving you two alone, but not before bringing two glasses of champagne. It was quite exquisite.

“I think we should start with the simple ones,” you mentioned, picking up your fork.

“Let’s do that,” Harry nodded and pulled the simple vanilla one off of the tray, setting it between the two of you. “Whenever you’re ready babe.”

You chuckled softly and sliced into the cake, taking a small bit of it on your fork. Harry did the same and the two of you laughed, taking your forkful at the same time. The flavor registered through your taste buds and already you were impressed. It was quiet a simple cake, but the flavor was wonderful and the texture was spectacular.

“Is it bad that I’m already in love with this?” you bit your lip once you swallowed, looking over to your fiancé to see what he thought.

“It is really good,” he put his hand over his mouth as he chewed and swallowed, nodding his head. “Let’s try the chocolate one next yeah?” he offered once his mouth was empty.

You nodded and brought the generic chocolate cake in front of the two of you, sinking your fork into the spongy block and bringing the chunk up to your mouth. Unlike the vanilla, this cake was rich and sweet. The cake was dense, but not in a way that made you want to push it away. You still had three more cakes to taste and you weren’t sure you were going to be able to decide. What you did know was that you wouldn’t have to worry about going to another bakery.

“This one is so good…” Harry hummed, rubbing his knees and savoring the cake.

You looked over at him and laughed out softly, grabbing a napkin and lifting it towards his mouth, wiping some of the chocolate frosting off of his upper lip. Harry quickly lifted his hand up to wipe up after you, smiling slightly.

“Whoops,” he snickered, setting the chocolate cake back on the platter.

The two of you enjoyed the other cakes, making notes on what you did and didn’t like about all five of them. At the end, the two of you had decided on the alternating chocolate and vanilla cake, getting the best of both worlds. You both wanted to make some changes to the outer frosting, not wanting as much fruit that had been included before and the people working at the bakery were more than happy to help you two.

You were glad to have another thing on the wedding checklist done. With the date fast approaching, the more things that you got done and settled, the more relaxed you could be, and you were grateful for all the people who had been helping both you and Harry out.

“I will always come home to you.”

REQUEST: Hey Hello sweetie, could you please write about a sad y/n that just had an argument with her friends and Harry is trying to make her feel better please please? Thank you xx

Word Count: 791

Y/F/N: Your Friends Name
Y/O/F/N: Your Other Friends Name

I hope you like it! xx Please inbox me with any requests!

You were sitting on the small, plush couch in the corner of your sitting room, angrily tapping through an app on your phone when Harry came home. It was later in the afternoon, and he was home earlier then you had expected. You thought that you had enough time to try and calm yourself down before he had come home, but that plan was thrown to the wind when his voice broke through the quietness of your apartment.

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