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Mummy’s Boy - Daddy!Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by lovertee

Words: 1,847

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: Yes

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Harry was surprised when (Y/N) told him that she had to go away for the weekend, it was a surprisement because, she never takes time out for herself. Before they had kids, it was Harry first, then her job. Now it’s her kids, Harry, and then her job. But when she told him, a week prior of that Saturday, that her company wanted her to go out to Scotland for the weekend to do a article, and possibly buy out that company, she could not say no. She could no say no for her company possibly buying out another company, and she did not want to send her assistant to go and screw it up. Therefore she said yes, but the hard thing is the kids.

Harry knows that their kids to his missus, is always her first priority, she always wants to make them happy, be with them, play with them. She loves them more than anything, and Harry knows that. But, when she did tell her that, it was a shock at first, and they, a good job for her company, but then the information sank in and he had to take care of Rosie, and Caleb, on his own without his partner in crime, would be hard part.

Therefore on Thursday night, she was packing, it would only be three days, but to her, she did trust Harry, but she has never left them alone with him for more than five hours, she does not know how the situation would go. So, when she was placing her blouse in the small carry on, he stood behind her, arms crossed, chin high, leaning against the dark chester draws, watching her, was almost aggravating to her. He watched her, burning holes in the back of her head, trying to get her to notice him. She tried to ignore it, she tried her best to go past it, forget it, but she can’t, she can’t leave her baby like that, so she placed the last shirt down and turned out, doing the exact same posture as Harry, but she gave up several seconds later, she placed her arms to her side, and looked at him, a sorry expression trying to show.

“I don’t know if you’re upset with me because I’m leaving you, or that you’re alone with the kids?” She says, he pushes off, walking up to her, giving her the same look, but placing his hands in a loving matter, rubbing her arms, gently.

“Both, you’re leaving me this weekend, the bed will be empty, cold, even. No morning kisses, with light shining through, oh, and no morning sex, (Y/N), no sex for three days, I can’t do that.” He stated, she went wide-eyed, giving him a look of how pathetic he is.

“Harry, for goodness sake, you’re acting like a horny teenager, you’ve been gone months before, leaving me to deal with stuff like that, and the one time I leave you for three, small days, you are complaining. You can survive for those three days, if you really want sex, there is always the option of wanking off, but I am not changing my plans.” She told him, moving past him to grab her jeans from the draws.

“But, love-” He was interrupted.

“No, Harry, I love you, but you need to let me do this, ok. I have given up for three years, my passion, my job. You know how passionate I am about this stuff, please let me, I’ll make it up for you.” She told him, instantly, when she told him that’ll she make it up for him, he was fine with her leaving. He nodded, a smile on his lips, telling her a quick and cheerful ‘ok’ and walking out of the room. She laughed from his actions and continued on with packing.

That morning when she left, bright and early, she did say bye to Harry, but not the kids. When either she or Harry said bye to them, they would throw a mental breakdown, and that breaks both of their hearts, therefore they decided to not say bye anymore until they have matured enough to behave proper, so, they just leave without them knowing and play it off cool.

The first two days was fine, Harry told the kids that mummy was at the store, or that she was at Auntie Gem’s or that she was at a friend’s, whenever they asked, and they simply thought that she’ll be back in a couple of hours. The three of them went and stayed at his mum’s house for two days, he did need a little of help to handle the two of them because Rosie was walking now at one years old, and he needed to be watching her a lot to make sure that she was not up to any trouble. With Caleb, at three, he was at the stage of wanting everything, so he throws tantrums and hits, therefore, Harry was constantly stress with balancing both kids, and it would help a ton with some extra help, but those few days went well. It was really the last day, Sunday, that hit him like a brick.

He woke up, back into his and the missus’ room, the right side of the bed was cold, another reminder that she was still in Scotland and was coming home later that day, but it was not the normal light that woke up him up, it was the wailing from next door.

Harry pulled on his pajama pants, and threw on a shirt and walked out, Caleb’s room was on the left, therefore he slowly opened the door revealing a crying, three year old with little curls of blonde hair, and deep hazel eyes. He automatically turned into daddy mode and started to shush him, telling him that daddy was there, no worries. Harry placed his ringless fingers under his son’s armpits and picked him up, gently bouncing him, shushing him in a gentle manner.

“What’s wrong baby, what’s wrong, daddy’s here.” He said, but the minute he went into Harry’s arms, Caleb started to push away, squirming away, still sobbing. Harry tried his best to keep hold of him since of how big he was getting, but he eventually sat down in the rocking chair, sitting him up, trying to find out is wrong. His diaper did not stink, the only option was that he was hungry.

“Mummy.” Caleb, simply said, sobs in between the syllables. Harry started to show sympathy, he felt bad.

“Mummy will be home soon buddy, she will be home in a couple of hours, she’s just out right now.” He said, trying to rock him, but his little boy, who was only in a diaper was still fussing. Harry has never seen him so depressed, he looked tired, and sleep deprived. He started to push away, but Harry kept holding on.

“No, mummy, now.” Caleb, was still sobbing. Harry picked him up and placed him close to his chest, and walked downstairs, hoping not to wake up his little baby girl. But he was still whining, and squirming. The minute he got down to the kitchen, he sent Caleb in his high chair, sobs still coming out. It made Harry’s heart weaken, seeing his big baby all upset, not wanting him, but his mummy.

He walked to the fridge, and pulled out some milk, gently pouring it in a pot, and turning it to medium-high, and nuking it for a few moment, until it was lukewarm. Then he placed it in the bottle, screwing the top on. He looked up noticing it was only six o’clock, which was a normal thing, both kids were early birds, like him. But he began to hear a faint cry, coming from upstairs. He placed the bottle to Caleb, that he took acceptably, which gave Harry the ‘thank God!’ feeling within, but here comes phase two, his daughter.

He raced upstair, quickly as possible, turning the corner. “Morning, poppet!” He chirped, when she came into view with the redhead. He picked her up with please and gave her a kiss on her head. Rosie just snugged into him, gripping on his arm. Mumbling, and gurgling, ‘Daddy’. He picked up her blanket, and walked downstairs as fast as he possibly could, thankful that Caleb was still drinking. He placed Rosie in her highchair, giving her a bowl from the fridge of mushed food. 

Only problem, Alfie was soon done and started to cry again, Rosie dropped her spoon on the counter and covered her ears with her tiny hands, shaking her head. Harry did the second thing that would soothe him, he picked Caleb up and sat down on the couch, pulling his shirt off, placing Caleb on his chest, chest to chest therapy, it did wonders to both kids at states like this. Harry rubbed his back in a circular motion, over and over, until his cries turned in soft snores, that took an hour and a half to do, still doing chores around the house, keeping Rosie fed and with milk. 

But, he heard keys jiggling, and the sound of the door unlocking, which made him confused. The door opened a few seconds later, and a bang of a suitcase hitting the floor, with the same voice he will love forever, calling out.

“Hello, I’m home, H, babe, Caleb, lovely, where are you all?” She asked, Harry knew it was her.

“In the living room, love.” Harry responded, Rosie dropped her blocks on the highchair, screaming out in excitement, and saying, ‘Mummy’ over and over again. (Y/N) finally made it through and saw her husband on the couch with a baby on his chest. A smile pulled on her lips, she started to walk up to Harry pulled his chin up for a quick kiss.

“Was he being fussy?” She asked, he nodded and laugh.

“You can’t imagine.” He stated. She walked to Rosie, picking her up and kissing her head repeatedly, sitting next to her husband. 

“How’d it go, tell me the details?” She questioned.

“It was fine, went to Mum’s, baked, played a with cars and blocks a lot, hmm’ Rose and Caleb, but it was all good. This fella was starting to be fussy an hour ago, but all good now.” He told her, “But tell me, why are you home so early?’ He asked, she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“The meeting went quicker than expect, I took the failing company under my wing, all good, now, nothing like this will happen soon.” She told him, he laughed.

“Thank God, I don’t think I can do one of these weekends again. I love you.” He told her, sighing in relief.

“Ok, now I’m scared.”

“Don’t worry, it was all good, it was just a lot of stress between a stubborn three year old, and a walking one year old.” He told her, she laughed.

“Welcome to my life. I love you too, gorgeous.” She told him, smiling at him.

This was requested by: @tiaameliapnina

I tweaked it a bit since I wanted it to follow into my series, but thank you for requesting!

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Lots of Love,

-Ava xx

I’ve loved you since we were 18

Word count: 940

Pairing: Harry/Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: This is actually one of the few 1D songs I like so I got all fluff lol, And I actually took a few parts of the song and included them in the story

Harry’s palms were sweating. He tried to fix his tie in front of the mirror, but his hands were shaking so much he ended up taking it off.

He made sure to put on a purple handkerchief on the pocket on his chest, because he knew how much you liked it when he wore it like that –and besides, there was a big chance he would cry that night-.

He used a wet comb to fix his hair, straightening back a little bit. He applied a bit of perfume on his neck and wrists, and was taking a final look at himself when the doorbell rang.

This is it. He took a deep breath and walked to the front door, opening it to see your pretty smile. You were wearing a blue dress, your heels making it easy for you to reach his face and peck him on the lips.

“Hey baby” he moved from the door and you walked into his house as if it was your own. You looked at him and gave him a little package. “Happy anniversary”

“Oh darling, I thought we said no gifts” he said, taking the small box on his hands.

“I know but I decided to break the rule” you smiled at him and he smiled back

“Well, I did too, but you’ll have to wait after dinner to see it”

“Smells good by the way” you said, going to the living room where he had set the table. There were candles and rose petals all over the room, the cushions on the floor in front of the coffee table. “Ow baby, you didn’t have to do all this” you turned to him and put your arms around his neck, him holding you by the waist.

“You have dealt with me for the past five year, you deserve some candles and flowers” He leaned down to kiss you before going to the kitchen to bring the dishes.

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Sneak peak - Unexpected pt. 2

Hi my darlings! some of you kept asking me about a pt.2 and I listened! Unfortunately I got stuck one more time, but have no worries it’s almost done and I really really like how it turned out. So here we are with a little sneak peak. Stay tuned!

Here you can read Unexpected, enjoy!

“Are you trying to make me jealous?” A husky murmur whispered directly in her ear startling her from behind.

“No…” She answered promptly, not turning around and letting herself lean slightly back to his chest, at that point of the night everyone was a little tipsy and not in the right condition to pay any attention to them.

“Well, if it’s not that, then you’re trying really hard to get punished.” He let one hand circle her hip, pulling her to the side with him where the lights didn’t hit the yard.

She could feel her heartbeat throb in her ears, stomach dropping to her feet.

“There are so many people around…”

“Don’t care.”

The hand that was holding her hip slid down and under the hem of her flimsy dress making her breath stop. He caressed her thigh slowly, all the while sipping on his gin and tonic, eyes fluidly wandering around ready to pull his hand off her if someone looked in their direction.

“Please…” she didn’t know if she was pleading him to stop or to give her more, maybe a mix of both.

“I like that word, especially coming out of that pretty mouth you got.” Harry said while he left a small kiss on her temple, his hand still going up and down her thigh, making her breathing stop and eyes flutter when the tips of his fingers brushed her center ever so slightly.

“Tell me what you want kitten.” He encouraged her while moving her with him side to side, languidly following the rhythm of the music playing in the background.

“I want you to touch me…” She got out in a whisper.

“I need more than that, baby. Be specific… and say it right”

“I… I want you to please fuck me, sir.” Her whole face turned red in embarrassment saying those words so boldly while surrounded by plenty of people, but she knew he wanted that from her and she was ready to give him anything he would ask.

“Good girl.” His hand left her thigh and went to pet her hair and down to caress her cheek, going to grab her chin and forcing her to bend her head to the side to expose her neck. He inhaled deeply her scent, feeling inebriated with her.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He grunted in her ear, and just like that he left her again dazed and confused.

‘Boys are yucky, sweetheart.’ - Daddy!Harry Styles Imagine

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Words: 2,086

Pairing: Harry Styles & (Y/N) (Y/L/N)

Requested: Yes

Requests are OPEN

It was a normal Saturday afternoon, the missus was bored, she is finally on maternity leave, again, making her trying to find things to do. She dropped her five year old, Caleb off at a friend’s house for a playdate, and her newly twins were doing nothing.

When Charlotte was born, she was unlike the other two she had, she does not cry, whine and she is very stubborn, just like the missus. Therefore, she had to keep a closer eye on her because she does not express her emotions, like babies should. She had to constantly check to see, if she needs a change or a nap. They had to follow the schedule for meal times because she would not whine for food, she is very passive, but stubborn. She would not eat unless, she was hungry, she would not cry, unless tired, and she would not smile, unless it was Harry. She would always smile at him, but never her, though she is more connect to her, she rather be with her than Harry.

While with the other twin, Tate, she was the opposite, loud around his family, but the minute a friend or Nana or Auntie Gem came into view, he was quiet, almost embarrassed. They loved each of them equally, but sometimes, he is a little bit easier to take care of. 

The both of them were almost identical, just the genders differ them. They were fraternal, but over time, Harry and (Y/N) think that they will look different. Both blonde with brown hair, but slowly grew to blonde in the last few weeks. Brown eyes, and the love to smile. 

Harry was in his office, working on records and all, calling up his managers and figuring out dates for interviews and shows, while she was fiddling around the kitchen, feeding the twins and watching Rosie play with her doll. Being on maternity leave always drove her insane, she has to work, she has to keep busy. Though she is constantly on survival mode with taking care of a five year old, a three year old and a eight month old babies, without sometimes, Harry’s help.

“Here, poppet, take the bottle.” She told Tate, giving him the bottle filled with lukewarm milk. He took it with ease, watching his mum walk around the kitchen, cleaning up from lunch. The twins were the only Styles baby that looks like a replica of the missus, though Caleb did have blonde hair, over time it changed to brown, and Rosie turned out to be a redhead, which took both Harry and the missus by surprise. Though, it does run through her side of the family, and a tad bit through his.

She continued to clean the dishes, unpack the dishwasher, pack it again, wash the counter, it was the same routine everyday. Sometimes she stops what she is doing and plays with the kids, and leave the chores to later, but Rosie seemed quite busy.

It was a few minutes later when Harry walked in, he placed his elbows on the quartz counter and crossed his arms, leaning on it. He watched her, entertaining their babies, while keeping busy, he did not have words for how much he loved her, it was so hard to describe, and she gave him everything.

“Hey, love.” He finally said, walking up to her, tapping her on the butt, grabbing a glass of water. She said a quick ‘hello’ and went back to trying to feed their other baby.

“I need to grab somethings from the mall, do you want to bring the Rose, and the twins, and come? You did tell me you needed to buy some new shirts.” He told her, she got up, kissing him on the cheek, giving him the spoon and a bowl of baby food, freshly blended.

“That’ll be fine, remember we have to pick up Caleb around five, so we can be there for a few hours.” She told him, going up the stairs quickly. He mumbled an ok, and tried to feed the both of them, which they took acceptably, after a while.

(Y/N) came down a few minutes later, changed into black skinny jeans, a striped shirt and some flats on, placing her hair quickly into a braid, with her glasses on. She had the baby bag on her shoulder, placing it on the counter, grabbing some items, like bottles, and baby food, as well as, some cloths/bibs.

“Ok, do you want to head? I can drive.” He said, she nodded, Harry grabbed Charlotte out of the high chair, wiping her mouth and hands, placing her into her car seat, and (Y/N) did the same with Tate. 

“Hey, Rosie, we are heading to the mall, come on, grab your dolls.” She said, kneeling down next to her, giving her her shoes and coat.

Harry placed the black baby bag over his shoulder, pushing back his hair with his ringed fingers, signaled to go, grabbing Charlotte’s car seat with his right hand, and Tate in his left. (Y/N) picked up his keys from the bowl by the door and followed him out, holding Rosie’s hand, picking up her handbag on the way out.

She went in the front, closing the door of the Range Rover, and checking if the kids are doing well and that Harry placed them both in the correct place and lock, and him going to the front, her handing him his keys, and beginning to put the car into drive.

“Just the closest one, right?” She asked, placing her seatbelt over herself, giving Rosie her dolls. He nodded, starting to back out, once done, he placed his hand on her thigh, tapping to the beat of the music, her smiling, laughing as well. Harry gave (Y/N) a look, sticking his tongue out, then looking back at the road, silently singing to the radio, her joining in a little bit, while trying to keep quiet for the twins sleeping.

They soon turned up at the mall, trying to find a carpark in a unbusy area, and under the shade, but close to the mall. It took a couple of circles around the area, a couple of swears from Harry when someone took his spot, and a little bit of smacking on the arm of the missus for Harry to stop such profanity in front of the kids, though Rosie did not help, but giggle, taking her father’s side. But soon they found it, getting out at the same time. Harry and (Y/N) decided that she will take the twins in the stroller, Harry got her for when the twins were born, while Harry will carry the heavy baby bag while watching his little, one of his little, princess.

Few hours later, a few tantrums of Rosie with wanting things, a few arguments on (Y/N) telling him she does not need expensive shirts, they decided to head to a clothes store for the twins and Rosie. Walking in, (Y/N) instantly heading to the clearance aisle, while Harry had to turn her, not wanting to cheap out. The difference between the missus and Harry is the fact that (Y/N) likes something cute, cheap, and comfy for her kids, while Harry likes the most stylish thing possible. Two very different styles. Therefore, the two of them, shopping for the kids, took several minutes or hours to agree. Different choices, and different looks are exchanged. But when you have a tired three year old, constantly hard to impress and distract it took some stern talking to, therefore Harry took her out.

The two of them were walking around the store, picking out outfits for Charlotte or Tate, and possible outfits that Rosie liked, and Harry liked, the two of them ran into some problems. The both of them were by the boy section, where Harry took a liking towards a pair of boots that he would like to buy for Caleb and Tate, to match, but Rosie spotted someone.

Rosie started to pull on Harry’s sleeve, trying to get his attention, once she did, several tugs later, he kneeled down next her, trying to get the same perception of viewing she was getting. Once doing so, he noticed who she was looking and pointing at, a young boy, with hazel eyes, curly brown hair and pale skin. He took notice of how she looked at him, starting to question the looks she was giving to him.

“What about him, poppet, it is not nice to point at people?” He told her, gently pushing her arm down from the raised point. She turned to him, a smile on her lips, eyes filled with excitement, she leaned in, to whisper something in her daddy’s ear, Harry placed his hand around her waist, helping her with her posture.

“I like him, daddy. I want him to be my boyfriend.” The minute she whisper those few words into his year, he immediately went into a jealous mode, but not showing it.

“Is that so, well, we got to go now, Ro. But I need to tell you some things before we meet mummy, ok?” He said, placing the pair of shoes and outfits in the other hand, grabbing her’s, slowly heading their way towards his wife.

“Honey, you’re little young to have a boyfriend, I don’t want you have a boyfriend, baby.” He started, she looked up, almost showing she was hurt.

“Why, daddy?” She simply said, giving him a questioning look, one that Harry loved from the start.

“Because boys are… boys are, yucky, sweetheart.” He said in the best way, she stopped, still giving him the puzzling look.

“But daddy, you’re a boy.”

“I know, but not all boys are icky, they’re not yucky when they are older, like me. But at your age, they like to play in the mud and get all dirty, we don’t want that, do we?” He said, she started to smile.

“You’re right, boys are icky, but not you, daddy, because I love you.” She stated, smiling, Harry started to smile, while skipping back to mummy. Harry joined her, dancing around the aisle, the missus giving him a stern, confused, ‘what is that for?’ look. He welcomed her, kissing her on a cheek, giving her the clothes.

“You’re getting better, I like these.” She simply said, he smiled, grabbing her right hand to hold.

The five of them made their way to the car, placing the few shopping bags in the boot, while placing their kids in their seats, Harry giving each of them a kiss, joining his love at the front.

“I had a stern talking to our daughter,” he began, looking at (Y/N), while he was driving, she gave him a puzzled look, asking him to continue, “she had a crush, and pointed him out to me at the store, telling me that she wanted him to be her boyfriend. I gave her a small talking to her about how boys are dirty since they play in the dirt. Hopefully that sticks till she comes to age where she notices boys are not like that, then I have to give her a talking of how boys are horny and cheaters, and that they will break your heart and that you should not date till you’re married and all, but that is a long time, hopefully.” He told her smiling down to her, she giggled, covering her mouth, placing her right hand on his thigh, patting it.

“God, you’re such an idiot, she is three, and you’re already getting overprotective.” She told him, he nodded.

“It’s not our fault that we made beautiful babies, and have amazing sex while doing so.” He said, (Y/N)’s eyes went large, hitting him on his leg. His smirk still played on his priceless face.

“Two things, first, make, not made, shit, two, you’re such a wanker.” She said, not taking his eyes off of him.

He started to laugh, “Two things, first, no profanity, two, I don’t wank that much anymore, since I have you.” He said, trying to mimic her. (Y/N) gave him a glare, and raised eyebrows.

“God, what have I gotten myself into, thankfully we have three sleepers back there, and also, remember, virgin ears.” She stated.

“But I love you, gorgeous.” She told him.

“I love you too, lovely.” He said quickly giving her a kiss on the cheek at the stop light.

Requested by: @thingsicando-haz 

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AU Meme: The Zayn goodbye we hopefully get. Will miss you babe come back soon. Much love Directioners. 

I drive all night

Word count: 1.010

Pairing: Harry Styles/Reader

Warnings: None

-You really don’t have to come tonight -xo

-I want to. You know I can’t sleep without you. -H

It was quite the opposite, actually. Harry knew you suffered from night terrors and how much it helped you to have him by your side to wake you up if things got too intense. There were nights when you felt so warm and safe in his arms that you didn’t dream at all, which was preferable compared to the awful nightmares you usually had.

You couldn’t help but to feel guilty about it. He lived three hours away from you, and drove to your place almost every day after work, only to sleep with you and leaving before the sun even came out. It’s not like you had planned it to be like that.

You two had met while you both were on vacation in Miami and had felt intensely attracted to each other. When you found out you actually didn’t live that far away from each other had agreed to keep in touch, hanging out once or twice a month. Neither of you expected to fall in love.

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Sami Zayn/OC (smut): You and Sami are best friends and get into an argument over him not liking the guy you’re seeing. But when you get dumped, he’s there to comfort you and later on, your true feelings for each other come out. (Slightly fluffy as well, because come on, Sami Zayn is sweet lil’ ball of sunshine.)

Tagging: the lovely @xfirespritex

I’m so excited to finally be posting this, I hope you guys like it!

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The Little Café Down The Street - Niall Horan Imagine

Originally posted by pinkharold

He was never interested in dating at his age, he thought about it, seeing his bandmates around him getting lucky with the ladies, but he simply never was interested in it. Niall wanted to be successful in his career, he wanted to reach his goals, make his fans proud, and even better make his family proud, while enjoying the work he would take in, and at that moment he was doing it. He said to himself that he did not want any distractions in his life, he just released his third album with a world-touring band, hitting and exploring so many new places, and the last thing he needs on his mind is another person to take care of, honestly, he can’t even take care of himself, how he can for someone else.

He found himself in a rush to get out of the door that morning, he found that he could not think straight, he burnt his breakfast, he slept in and he almost fell asleep in the shower, it was not his lucky day. Niall could not handle it anymore, too many small mistakes that day, all he needed to do is get out, get breakfast and head for work, but all he needed at the moment was a long sleep. Therefore he grabbed the closet coat by the door, picked up his keys to his range rover, and finally walked out, locking his apartment door behind him, heading to the, hopefully, well day ahead of him.

On the way to the studio, he got a call telling him that the meeting was moved till after lunch, but too late now for him, he was stuck in traffic, in the busy streets of London, the day was not with him. His pale fingers tapped the steering wheel, while the other arm went behind his head, watching the car in front of him, while listening to crappy music on the radio. The time told him it was half past eight, rush hour, he groaned hitting his head back against the seat, he did not have the patience today for this, therefore, when traffic cleared on the right lane, he changed. He focused around him, but his eyes went and saw a small coffee shop on the corner of the busy London street, and with that, there was parking.

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Prompt: Could you please do an imagine where you help sami in a match against mike & maria bc they’ve been taunting him about love, so when he wins you kiss him in the ring and he does that smushy giggle. Sorry it’s so long and i know it kinda hasn’t happened but we can dream😂. Thankyouu❤
Requested: by anon
Warnings: None
Words: 1000+

“Y/n. Sami is at the door” Nattie said coming to the locker room. You grinned getting off the ground with only one wing of eyeliner done and headed to the door.

“Why hello Samantha” you grinned at him

“That’s not my name and you know it” Sami rolled his eyes before kissing your head. He looked at you with a straight face “your make up looks horrible”

“So does your face” you shrugged

“You guys are the god damn weirdest couple” Kevin, who was walking past said, shaking his head. You stared Sami down for a moment before bursting into a fit of giggles. Sami signature smile spread across his face.

“I win” he said and kissed your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck. It had been about a week and a half since you had seen your fiancé, just because of media, different house show schedules and travelling with friends rather than each other. “Match tonight?”

“Sadly no. Just a backstage segment” you shrugged “you?”

“Yeah against Mike again. I already know how it’s gonna go. Just as I’m about to win Maria will get involved” Sami sighed

“Well there is an easy fix to that” you said gesturing to yourself

“Nope. You are not getting involved, you could get hurt”

“You realise that I am a professional wrestler right?” You asked

“You realise the WWE universe don’t know we’re in a relationship, let alone engaged” Sam said

“Maybe it’s time to tell the world” you shrugged Although you and Sami have been together for quite some time, it’s not public knowledge. You were both private people and decided at the start of the relationship to keep it private. 99% of relationships don’t work out and you really didn’t want people getting invested in the relationship if it didn’t work out. 

“Up to you gorgeous” Sami shrugged “You’re still not getting involved, Mike and Maria are unpredictable. Plus it’s my fight, not yours”

“What’s mine is yours”

“Not yet. Still a couple more months” Sami smiled taking your hand and playing with the engagement ring

“And yet when the welcoming committee was attacking me you wanted to get involved” you raised your eyebrows at him.

“Yeah yeah” Sami waved you off “I should go get ready, and you need to finish your make up” you rolled your eyes as he changed the subject before going on your toes to kiss him. As you turned to walk back inside the locker room, Sami slapped your butt. “I’ll pick you up here after the show so we can go home” he smiled.

Sami’s music hit and your eyes lit up, it didn’t last long though before Mike and Maria came out holding hands and a microphone. “Sami Sami Sami” Maria said “you are just upset that you will never have a love as great as ours”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love having Maria back but god damn I hate this true love, first lady of WWE crap” Nattie rolled her eyes. 

“My husband and I are the greatest love story to ever come out of wwe” Maria smiled looking into Mike’s eyes.

“Nah I think that’s more Stephanie and Hunter” Charlotte pointed out 

“Me and Sami might not be the greatest but we’re pretty good” you huffed crossing your arms. Maria was making you really defensive of your relationship, you’d never been like this before. You and Sami have always had a laid back, chilled out, good vibes type of relationship. You hardly fought and if you did it wouldn’t last long before one of you caved in and compromised. 

“Mike is the greatest husband in the world and the greatest lover” Maria smirked 

“I don’t know Sami’s beard is pretty great” you smirked suggestively raising your eyebrows, all the girls burst into a fit of giggles.

The match began and Sami and Mike went at it. You couldn’t deny that Mike was a good wrestler but of course, Sami was better. You may be a bit bias. Sami set up for the Helluva Kick but Maria got in the ring, distracting Sami because of course, he would never intentionally hit a woman, so Mike got the upper hand. Sami got his momentum back and went for another Helluva kick and Maria grabbed his foot under the bottom rope. 

“I am so over this” you huffed getting up and heading to gorilla position. Thankfully, Sami hadn’t lost his momentum and was still kicking Mike’s butt. Maria was pretty mad walking around the ring. You watched from gorilla and could tell that Sami wanted to go for another Helluva kick. He moved around the ring trying to keep an eye on Maria as well as Mike. Sami whipped Mike into a corner of the ring, that’s when Maria decided to jump on the apron and began screaming at Sami. 

You decided it was now or never. You ran down the ramp at warp speed, running around the ring to Maria. You grabbed her foot and pulled it out from under her, making her slam her face into the apron. You smirked before looking up at Sami. 

“Sami watch out!” You yelled as Mike charged at Sami. Sami ducked a clothes line before whipping him into a corner of the ring and going straight for the Helluva kick and picking up the victory. You cheered loudly as the ref held his arm in the air. Mike rolled out of the ring as you rolled in. 

“I guess we’re public now?” You grinned wrapping your arms around his torso and scrunched your face. “I forgot how sweating you are” Sami just laughed and kissed your head. 

“I thought I told you not to get involved. You could have gotten hurt” Sami said with a very disapproving look on his face. 

“But I wasn’t. Besides I was just levelling out the playing field” you shrugged Sam leant down planting a very passionate and long kiss on your lips. The crowd went nuts, clearly not expecting this. 

“Definitely public now” Sami grinned as Mike and Maria retreated up the ramp. You held up your hand showing off your ring before kissing Maria a little wave. Boy did she look pissed.

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Sick - Harry Styles Imagine

Harry knows that when (Y/N) is sick, something is up, he knows that whenever this happens, it is not good. Throughout the two years they’ve been together, it was him in the relationship that would get sick all the time, and she knows how to take care of him in every situation, she learned over time. Attention, loving, care, is what he needs, but when she is sick, he does not know how to deal with the situation.

That morning he was surprised when she was not up before him, he woke up to the same old usual, sunlight sweeping through the curtains, but to his left, (Y/N) was there, which made him question the situation. He rubbed his eyes, and looked at her, she was snoring, a sign he knows when you’re nose is stuffy, and usually she never snores.

“Hey baby.” He told her, rolling on his side, caressing her cheek. Her eyes started to flutter open, and a smile was written on her face, she mumbled a ‘hello’, and turned the other way.

“Oh, don’t do that, it’s rude. What’s happening?” He told her, she rolled back, and looked at him, sitting up and grabbing a tissue on the side of their bed, quickly blowing her nose. That’s when he realised that she was not up for it today, that she was not like herself. He went back to rubbing her cheek, and smiling, she still has not answered his question.

“I think I’m sick, thanks babe, you gave your bug to me.” She told him. (Y/N) tried to pull herself together, and got up, pulling the duvet off their mattress. He started to laugh, she turned around, sharply, giving him a glare.

“What, I’m cold.” She stated, trying to fumble with putting her slippers on, without using her hands. Harry got up with her, wearing just his pajama pants, nothing else. She would never admit, but she enjoyed it. (Y/N) walked out of the bedroom, and down the stairs of their townhouse.

“You’re making breakfast.” She stated once in the kitchen, Harry following her.

“Ok, what do you want?” He asked, heading towards the fridge, she plopped herself down on the couch and turned the television on, watching whatever news network that was on last. She looked at him, the duvet covered half her head, and was wrapped across her body, she grabbed her glasses on the side table of the couch and looked at him.

“Just a cup of tea, you can make whatever you want.” She told him, continuing to watch telly. He nodded, doing his business in the kitchen, occasionally talking to her.

“(Y/N), love, are you ok? You are never sick, the time I’ve known you, you’ve been sick once, and it was just the cold. You blocked me out, since it was the beginning of our relationship, but still, I’m worried.” He told her. He knows whenever she even has the slight symptoms of a sickness, she would just block away Harry, and keep to herself.

“Yup, just need some pills and several cups of tea, I’ll be better and done with this tomorrow.” She told, taking the cup of tea from Harry and continuing watching the television, not paying attention to Harry who took a sit next to her. He had no idea how to act towards her, therefore he just watched from afar.

Minutes later, she got up, Harry was instantly worried, she gave him a ‘what?’ look and went to a cupboard grabbing some pills and sitting back again.

“I never get sick and when I do, I’m really sick.” She simply said, consuming the advil, turning to him, smiling, he simply nodded, not knowing what to do in that situation. Of course he was worried, but it was hard for him to process it!

“It was one thing that my mum was proud of, her daughter was never getting sick.” She said, he knew about the troubles she has with her mum, but he never pressured her into saying anything.

“Have I ever told you that my mum and dad wanted me to become a doctor, or a lawyer, something fancy and poch, like them. Yeah, well I screw that and became a journalist, who lives under her boyfriend’s roof since rent is too expensive and it barely goes by with my hourly pay, like what am I supposed to do when older?” She says looking at him, eyes wide.

“Babe, don’t worry, it’s fine, it’ll all be fine.” He said, trying to bring her into a hug, she accepted, head under his chin.

“Please don’t leave me,” she says looking at him, “I’m poor and sick.”.

“I’ll never leave you, love, I love you too much.” He said, she nodded, nose sniffling.

“I love you too, gorgeous.” She simply said, watching the telly, eventually changing the channel.

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Wolf Rage - Harry Styles imagine

Request: Definitely an imagine with Harry styles, please. One where he gets jealous about my love for teen wolf and the hot dudes lmao. And it kinda blows up into a fight but we make up. Cheesy I know!


Y/N - Your Name
Y/F/N - Your Friends Name
Y/H/T - Your Home Town


“Oh my god I know right?!” I exclaim into the phone talking to my best friend, Y/F/N and I are watching the weekly episode of our favorite show Teen Wolf. We would normally be together tonight but she’s back home in Y/H/T and I’m traveling with my boyfriend Harry while he does press for his new movie. I love Harry so much but I miss home immensely, that’s why I look forward to spending my Sunday nights on the phone with my best girl friend watching my favorite show. “She needs to stay away from Stiles, I’m gonna get my big ass in the tv rip those cheap hair extensions out of her annoying ass head!” Y/F/N yelled into the phone. “I think her hair is real Y/F/N.” I say laughing, I hear a door shut behind me and turn my head to see Harry closing the front door.

“Hey gorgeous.” I say, I can hear him taking off his shoes and walking towards the back of the couch in our living room.

“Hello love, how was your day?” Harry says placing a kiss on the top of my head. “Hold on a sec Y/F/N Harry just got home, I’ll call you back after the commercial break. Okay bye.” I hang up the phone and face towards the couch wrapping my arms around Harry’s torso, placing my chin on his chest. “It was fine, I called my mom she’s says hi and that she loves the movie, how was yours handsome?” Harry smile and rubs his thumbs over my cheeks. “It was good, lots of interviews as usual but Fionn invited us to go out for dinner tonight. I just came up to get you and to change.” Harry said with a smile on his face, I felt so guilty. “Honey you know I’d love to but Teen Wolf is on tonight and Y/F/N and I on the phone watching it together.” I say smiling nervously hoping he understands.

“So you’re telling me you would rather stay home and watch some dumb teen tv show than go out for dinner with adults?” Harry answered back clearly agitated. I unwrapped my arms from his torso and leaned back into the couch, and gave him a confused look.

“Harry you know this is important to me, I haven’t seen Y/F/N in months and the only time we can talk together is when-”

“You’re gushing over shirtless ware wolves, I see how it is.” He said backing away. “Harry what is this really about? The fact like I like to spend my Sunday nights with my best friend who is thousands of miles away or about the guys in the show?” I say raising my voice, I can’t help but let out a humorous huff as this is such a ridiculous thing to be arguing about but here we are anyway.

“It just seems that you get a little too into the show sometimes, when we went to comic con you ran into one of those wolf blokes and completely ignored me.” Harry said obviously hurt by my love for the show and cast, I felt horrible. I didn’t know Harry felt this way about a silly show, clearly it’s taken a toll on him over time.

“Harry I’m sorry. Honey if you felt this way why didn’t you tell me? It’s just a fun show that I like to watch, it doesn’t mean I want to be with any of the guys in the show!” I say trying to make a point but sound sincere, Harry bows his head down running his fingers through his hair. He always did that when he gets nervous. I walk up to him and cup his head in my hands forcing him to look up at me.

“Listen Harry, I love you. Only you, and no one else. Well maybe Y/F/N a little to.” I say and we both laugh, “the only reason I make such an effort ever Sunday to watch the show is because I miss my friends. It’s just a fun thing to do and something I look forward to especially when I’m home sick.” I say quietly, I don’t mean to make him feel worse but I want him to know my reasoning.

“I’m so sorry love, I know you don’t get to see your family and friends that much.”, as Harry said that the phone rang it was obviously Y/F/N calling back. “Go answer it,” Harry said smiling,“she’s probably biting her nails in anticipation of who will be shirtless next.” He says laughing, I smile and lean into his chest and place my lips on his. I can feel him hum into the kiss and wrap his arms around my waist, I run my fingers through his hair as he rubs tiny circles on my lower back. “Before this goes to far,” Harry whispers low against my lips, “go enjoy your Sunday night.” I pull away from him slowly and smile up at him,“thank you darling.” I say and give him a quick peck on the lips.

I run towards the couch and pick up the phone on my way, “Hey I’m back! Oh my god, he did not!” I click the tv on and turn to Harry leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed smiling at me. “I love you” I mouth as Y/F/N catches me up on what I missed, Harry brings his hands up to his face, covering the sides of his grinning face and mouths “I love you too.” Oh this is the man I love.

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