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i used to be too shy to interact w fanfic authors, but after i finally started to do so, that i realised they're the same @ me
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fake dating and enemies to loverssss
A LITTLE GLIMPSE OF ENEMIES TO LOVERS
based on this request too
Such foolish questions get ridiculously, obnoxiously, horrifically foolish answers.” Y/N never wanted to kick someone and kiss someone at the same moment this bad as those stupid, stupid dimple shines in the home of his ivory cream cheek from him smirking down at Y/N his hand pressed into fluff of pillows beside the hall of her raven hair.
He’s been picking up on her habit of highlighting too many adverbs of the books she reads.
She rubs the sleep away with the hilts of her palm, blinking away the blur vision, “Perhaps you’ve a limited IQ level.” She taunts him. Humming down an angry grumble when it refused to ick him at all instead the hickory curl bounced with his soft annoying laugh and fuck if Y/N would be in good state of mind she’d have grabbed that full glass of water and thrown it at his beautifully ravenous face.
“I thought you’d be asleep when I came back, you had a tiring day..” His tongue pressed to the back of his front teeth as if he wanted to speak more– to tease her with his ludicrous pet names instead he leaned above her more, “I woke you up?” She watches the tightly coiled muscles rippling around his chest.
She rolls her lush green eyes fiercely to overcome her tiny silly reaction upon seeing him naked. She wouldn’t let it affect her not at all, “Isn’t that obvious?” She grits gripping the duvet tight under her chin.
He smirks, “I’m sorry about that.” He wasn’t sorry at all, “We need to talk doozy.” Y/N couldn’t calculate her emotions. The rage, the fucking viciousness to chop his balls off drowned her whole. She feels small. Feeling herself trapped into the body of the same sixteen year old Y/N.
“And talking requires you to be shirtless?” She murmurs, pushing her knee up and launching it to hit it into the side of his rib but he’s way faster than her, grabbing the top of it with an over-dramatically displeased expression.
“Talking doesn’t requires any clothes at all.” His smoky grin wavers back, “I promise you that some of the most interesting conversations takes place with no clothes to speak of.”
Heat blasted up her cheeks and neck resembling the light pink of her nightgown, “I’m sure you had tons of experience in having those type of conversations.”
“Jealous.” His lips puckers in fawn shock and amusement, “Hardly.” She quips and his grin increased fully displaying his pearl teeth and Y/N might be misunderstanding the awe for jealous for finding him this perfect.
“So…intrigued?” His long fingers gets losts into the raven waves of her hair, “I don’t fucking care how many people you’ve fucked.” She spats. Why’s she angry? Why there’s a tight ball of nameless emotion in the pit of her lungs and why above all that she wants to grab him by throat and hurl him to mattress, bracket him down with her thighs and force him to look in her eyes even though she doesn’t have to because he’s already gazing down at her intently, and torture him with the lesson to have his view as her for the whole night.
His view as someone he hates entirely and vice versa.
“Who said about fucking anyone? One could read and talk and share their thoughts bare skinned and cuddled against eachother.” His voice soft and Y/N doesn’t want to feel it. She’d rather step on a lego than to be feel admired from his tenderness.
“Can you please let me sleep..” She tries to turn over failing to do because of his heavy weight over the duvet, “So…distracted?”
“Harry! You better fuck off before I scream and kick and become your worst nightmare.” That elicited a howl of laugh from him and her breath shudders when his warmth pressed against her, she doesn’t budge to do remove him from the bedding rather gets lured and melts into his embrace as his hesitant wary touch lingers to wrap his arm around her waist.
“You’re already my worst nightmare and my loveliest dream.” Y/N didn’t know what that meant. Her mind too hazy and sleepy. Though, she sighs engulfed in his amber and vanilla-y spice scent, her lips sending shockwaves through his whole body as they brush against his forearms that’s looped above her head.
“Goodnight Harry.”
#enemies to lovers#harry styles enemies to lover fic#fake dating#fake dating trope#harry styles fake dating#harry styles blurb#harry styles fanfiction#harry styles smut#harry angst#harry styles fanfic
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OMG what about fake dating cause its a pr relationship (u and harry are famous) and u guys eventually fall in love
almost on it!!!! I’m just bit confused if to make it a full 10k fic or just some short chapters hehehehe
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“It’s been a hot one, a sweaty one, my favourite kind of one.”
— Harry @ Love on Tour Turin - 26.07.2022
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A tale in three parts. Turin: you rocked.
Harry, Turin, 26th July 2022
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HARRY STYLES
Don’t Worry Darling ✧ Official Trailer 2
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I don’t know if you’re accepting requests but if you could write something with a sick Harry x reader?! Maybe he wakes you up in the middle of the night cause he’s not feeling well but in the morning he says he’s fine to go to the studio with the lads but later in the day you get a call that he’s been throwing up and needs to be picked up? So you get him and take care of him and lots of fluff and cuddles I would simply pass away your writings are amazing!!
HII! THIS IS ME WRITING AFTER AGES I HOPE YOU LIKE IT :)
Two scoops of raspberry chocolate chip ice-cream, one spoon, one bubble green coloured blanket and two people snug into eachother’s warmth whilst a short Marilyn Monroe mystery death tapes documentary channels on the telly.
“Hu? what’s wrong sunny?” Y/N’s concern reflects in her does eyes, creamy pink melting down the spoon as it halts between the thin distance of Harry’s pillows lips that’s seems to be chapped and dry for some reason.
“Can’t throat’s sore..” He shakes his head with sadness of a puppy and Y/N coos putting the sherbet crystal bowl aside, giggling at the hiss he eliminates from being with her cold hands. She caress the soft ringlets sitting at the nape of his neck and snuggles a little kiss to his cheek, “How about we have chai? it’ll help soothe the ache away.” We. Just a tiny word or two syllables makes Harry weak in his stomach. If he’s not having an ice-cream she wouldn’t have it either. Moments like these makes him fall in love with her harder than ever before.
“You are me little heaven.” He all but fishes out a small smile for despite of how shitty he’s been feeling, his soul instinctively going to plant a glimmer of his love for his sweetheart against her temple.
So, Y/N made chai. Filled two mugs till the brim and tucked two packets of biscuits under her armpit. Having a laugh whenever his biscuit would fall and sink deep down into his chai, he has yet to master this sorcery.
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The next day. Nothing was alright. Harry left to the sets of his upcoming with just a note sticked to Y/N’s daily morning smoothie and when she got a short text from his assistant that he’s unwell she literally fled to the place in all worry.
“Sunny..” Her high-pitched octave stutters into low embarrassment when she enters his cubby and finds his co-actors and even the director of film surrounding him in pure concern, Y/N’s eyes simmers with gloss seeing him all flushed and red cheeks and layered under blankets, “Just want my girlfriend, can ye’ please call her for me?” His voice husked and gruff when they ask if he needs anything. He winces, shutting his eyes tight and resting his head on the back or sofa.
“I’m right here, love.” Y/N walks past the crowd giving everyone a shy wave, they fawn over the couple with great admiration advising Harry to go home and rest.
“I need you. Don’t feel good..” Harry pouts coughing out a grown as he takes his arms out of the duvet to grab both of Y/N’s needily like his health depends on her.
“Shh. My poor baby, les get’ya home hmm?” Her fingers stretches down the expanse of his head giving a little message to relive some kind of pain, “You’re my strongest boy.” She keeps him hugged to her side while walking them to his car, and if it’d be possible to envelop him whole in her sweet hibernating warmth she’d.
He flashes a pique smile hiding under her hoodie she made him wear once they were engulfed into car’s heat when Y/N’s glares him for speaking, she just coils her arms around him and brings him into chest messaging his head with one hand while the other remains aware that he doesn’t detaches himself from her.
“No talking sunshine. Try taking a nap, yeah? I’ll be still here when you wake up.” She rocks him. A precious human being he’s for her. It reminds of her the times she fell sick and Harry would do the same. He’s always been her anchor, her pride, her sunshine in the darkest of times.
She beams down at him when he snores lightly against her neck, wiping a string of drool from the corner of his lips and bundles him tightly and securely - kiss upon kiss all over his face and to his curls not caring if he’s sick and cuddles him some more when he whines into his sleep.
“I’ll always protect you, sunny. Whatever, it’ll take me to.” She whispers pecking his shoulder with outmost affection and love.
#harry styles fluff#fluff#harry styles imagines#harry angst#harry styles blurb#harry styles fanfiction#sick harry
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muffy hello baby it's good know that you're feeling better now!! we missed you here 💗
im so moved … 🥹 thank you sm!!!
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Requests for fake dating trope is open. (this is an attempt to get back to writing after Tumblr got un-banned and your gal got mentally stable). I hope my candies don’t disappoint me and pitch in a lot of unique ideas!!!
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