#wellbeafinelime

[astranva]

TikTok Series | How Well?

Word Count: 714. be nice to her, she’s a shortie

Category: Fluff

Warning: Some language?

Summery: Y/N and Harry do “how well do our brains work together?” on TikTok.

// masterlist where every TikTok-related piece is //

..

Usually, you stuck to using sounds on TikTok, but you had been seeing a tiny amount of videos where couples did these challenges together that didn’t require music or anything but your own sound.

From “put a finger down”s, to closing eyes and pointing, to pranks, you indulged in all these couple videos.

From what you had posted with Harry on Tiktok for months, fans and everyone else had already known how you liked a good laugh from all the challenges you tried out with Harry.

TikTok grew on Harry to the point where he – finally – had downloaded it on his phone to watch some of his own, never changing his username from “user998355100” like you suggested but always one to comment and like your TikToks.

His favorite? You posting easy recipes for your 5 million followers, well, along with the ones you post with him even though he wouldn’t admit it.

For that one, you had the both of you sat on the floor with your phone propped up against your laptop screen.

Harry had his body turned towards you, the both of you sitting crisscross, as you hit the record button.

“Alright, we’re doing this to see how well do our brains work together. Ready?”

Harry smirked, nodding as he looked at you, “Ready.”

“Okay, first,” you looked at him, “Dog breeds. 3, 2…1.”

“Golden Retriever!”

“Golden Retriever!”

You both shouted in excitement, Harry opening his arms at you before holding his palm up for you to high-five.

“Okay, fruit. 3…2…1, banana!”

“Watermelon!” Harry shouted before frowning but laughing, “Banana? I don’t have that song!”

“I didn’t know we were saying your tracks, I’m sorry.” You laughed, clapping as you did as Harry’s frown deepened as he looked at your phone,

“Boo.”

“Alright um, color. 3,2,1, red!”

“Cadet blue!”

“Cadet blue?!” You shouted as you laughed, “H, what the fuck? How is that the first thing to come to your mind?”

Harry laughed, eyes closing as his upper body hunched at your comment and the fact that his answer was, in fact, odd.

“Let’s just-Let’s just do this one again,” you said, looking at your phone before looking at your boyfriend, “Color. Color, Styles. 3, 2, 1, pink!”

“Pink!” Harry raised his arms up, letting out a cheer before he cupped your cheeks in excitement. “Wait, I have one.” He held his pointer up, smiling at you.

You nodded, looking at your phone to check the time before realizing that you exceeded the minute by 2 seconds, mentally noting that you’d edit it anyway.

“Have a go.”

Harry put his hands on your knees, “Think of a number from 1 to 10,” he said, looking at you, “1, 2, 3, six!”

“Six!” You shouted in unison before you let out a cheer, tapping him on the chest, laughing when Harry held your hand to pull you closer and over him as he fell back while chanting cheer as you laughed.

A day later, you ran up to Harry as he made soup, “We’re viral!”

“Aren’t we always?” He asked, turning to look at you as he smiled at how excited you looked, wrapping his arms around you once you reached him.

“Well, yeah, but we posted this yesterday and look! It already has 13 million likes and 47 million views!” You laughed as you showed him.

“Heeeey!” Harry beamed in surprise, “Are the comments nice?”

You opened the comments, beginning to read them to him, “Couple of the motherfucking decade, I want someone to look at me the way Harry looks at Y/N, not Y/N out here living the fanfic life, are we not going to talk about Harry pulling her to his chest, I want to thank our savior Y/N for giving us this boyfriend content,” you read, “They’re all actually nice.”

Harry’s heart fluttered in happiness, feeling giddy at the fact that his most of his fans accepted his girlfriend, that fact having been surprising him for years because he couldn’t believe they would ever really accept someone in his life. You told him that it was your “self-deprecating, stressful, lame life” that made you and them relate and connect.

“What should we do next?” Harry asked, leaning down to peck your lips.

“So now you want to make TikToks?

#wellbeafinelime #tiktok series #tiktok series how well #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff imagine #harry styles fake social media #harr styles tiktok #harry styles fluff one shot #fluff

[hes-writer]

sheesh, how are people attacking you like that? you mention that it’s irresponsible of harry to wear a bandana instead of a proper mask, just like all of us (who have to go out) do, and suddenly you’re “hating on olivia”?

sorry for the angry anons, lovely. some people are difficult and all this recent hontent has been making people so uneasy that they’re taking it out on anything and anyone

exactly! that’s all there is to it. everyone in that pic/video has a proper mask except him.

no need to apologize ☺️ it’s definitely been pretty tense here lately

#wellbeafinelime

[harrysdimples]

i went on medication for my anxiety in late 2019 to mid 2020 and it really has helped me a lot. discuss this with a psychiatrist and do what you feel needs to be done. i hope it gets lighter on you, lovely. stay safe🤍

thank you so much lovely 🥺 I’m so glad it’s working out so well for you!!! 💞

#wellbeafinelime

[gucciwins]

congratulations on getting a job!!! hope everyone’s nice to you there and you have fun! 🤍

thank you so much!!! it’s definitely going to be an experience but feeling very grateful

#wellbeafinelime #this message was very sweet so thank you 😊

[stylesfics-xx]

stylesfics-xx 2020 Fic Recs

These are the fics&oneshots I have really enjoyed this year, in no particular order! Thank you to all the writers who share their work with us.

Complete Fics

you feel like home by @luminescencefics

nuclear family by @writingsfromhome

Doctor Harry by @loudsuitlover 

Only Human by @hsogolden

One Thing Led To Another by @halfwaygones

Office Neighbours by @atlafan

Fine Line, ‘Cause Nothing Feels Like Home, Look At You With Your Mouth Watering by @harryforvogue

Strange Tides by @theasstour

Stay With Me by @hstylespal

Someday, Someday (sequel Twenty Good Reasons), Sail The Wildest Stretch by @beautifulletdownfics

Collide, January in Japan by @oh-honey-styles

Matchmaking For Experts, Alone Together, Hate & Other Words by @booksncoffee

Rumour Has It by @stylishmuser 

Unplanned, Two Years Too Late by @idkthisisjustforfanfic

Habits of My Heart by @paynethecreator

Pure Feeling (sequel Higher Feeling, ongoing third book Endless Feeling) by @embloomfields

Styles&Co. by @imagine-that-one-thing

Three Rules by @goldenbluesuit

Loving You’s The Antidote (ongoing sequel All I’ve Ever Known) by @sweetcreatureinthedark

Girl Crush by @padfootagain

Temptation, The Only Exception by @bopbopstyles

Who’s Your Daddy? by @inyourhaven

Lighthouse, As You Held Onto Me by @for-fucks-sake-h

Flatmate Series and My Girl Series by @heyyyharry

Hell of a Life by @alexandragramz

Valerie by @watchmegetobsessed

Always by @kind-heart

Tarnish by @hes-writer

Could Be Lethal by @idk-who-she-is

Ongoing Fics

Can’t Stand To See You Lonely by @wroteasongabouther

In My Feelings by @harrystylescherry

The Young and Famous by @verorax

Reconcile by @talesofstyles

Quarantine Harry by @all-things-fic

Less Than Lovers, Baby Love by @paynethecreator

High Noon by @younghearts-stories

Personal Best by @curlsgetgirls

Call Me Cat by @idkthisisjustforfanfic

model!Y/N and ceo!Harry by @and-im-okay-with-it 

All I Ask Of You by @cherrygoldenharry

hold my hand by @harrytheehottie

Pinky Promises by @bouquetofkissesxo

Muse by @inyourhaven

Blurred Lines by @permanentcrossfics

Another World by @sunflowerstache

Sweet As Honey by @c-h-e-r-r-y-y

Alien Crossing by @rosegoldsweetpea

Trick of the Light by @andwhenshesays 

Cloudbusting by @starsstruck

Something About A Feeling by @oh-styles

you’re someone i just want around by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy and @sunflowervolvimp3

Ma Petite Chérie by @svnflowervol666

Oneshots

Can you do mine? by @sadorangejuice

try try again by @snlhostharry

baby it’s cold outside by @havethetimeofyourstyles

only we know, when I look at you by @stylesharrys

quarantining with h, beautiful people by @canyon-moan

kissies, the importance of I love you’s by @sweetsbfreex

the same page by @writingsfromhome

1:32AM by @parkersroses

Holiday Wishes, Mistletoe Kisses, the gala (honeybee) by @berrynarrybanana

Love You, That’s All by @hsluna

Only Wish (This Year) by @cocochannel00

green eyes by @harrystylescherry

santa’s elf by @lovealwaysvictoria

grammy nominations by @muffindaddystyles

Purple Clouds and Tangerine Skies by @mysweetestcreature

Till Death by @heyyyharry

Something New by @atlafan

Our Little Family by @angeliccry

Banana Pancakes by @ill-be-your-honey-bri

“I could just hold you and listen to your voice all night long.” by @pinencurls

Friendly Competition by @hewearsgucci

you won’t want me anymore, make up shows and foot casts by @all-my-love-for-harry

untitled by @harryforvogue

on your side by @harryimaginedstories

reason to hate you by @wellbeafinelime

Liability (Reprise) by @kissypoets

Keep It by @honeyedrasp

flowered hands by @stylesmessiah

changes by @sunflowervolvimp3

sold by @harrywritingsbyme

Zane Lowe Interview by @svnflowervol666

Score by @andwhenshesays

a gingerbread family by @adoremp3

All I Want For Christmas Is You by @goldenbluesuit

Fake, Repeated Proposal by @stardusthes

Falling by @mellowstyles94

Behind The Bar by @bopbopstyles

backpedal by @botanicials

apologies by @autumn-sunflowers 

Adore You, Frosty The Snowman by @gucciwins

A Better Place by @harry-writings

Open, Desert by @bfharry 

The View From Both Sides of The Mirror by @milfzaynmalik

Keys of Truth by @watchmegetobsessed

Mistletoe and Holly by @heart-attack-harry

Bangles by @kissme-hs

Vampire!harry Christmas by @moonchildstyles

if I could go back by @luvelyhs

La Paloma by @for-fucks-sake-h

Girl by @sweetcreatureinthedark

Fics I Keep Going Back To/Think About

Sugar on the Asphalt/Tennessee Teacakes by @justanchorandhope

Awkward Beat/Pregnant Pause by @finding--cat

Forever Hold Your Peace by @cheesewithchips

Boys Don’t Cry by @oxygenstyles

Intrinsic Grey and 1999 by @sammarkumismyhomegirl

Nom de Plume and Dandelion and Burdock by @stylesprimes

Butterfly Boy and The Faux Affair by @looselucy

Salute by @bioluminescentwriting

Not A Bad Thing by @booksncoffee

Journeyman by @littlebird006

Slow Burn by @allywrites

Pure Feeling/Higher Feeling/Endless Feeling by @embloomfields

Come and Fade Me and Bring It Back by @paynethecreator

Bloom by @absolutestyles

In Your Atmosphere by @fromherlips

Love is a Laserquest by @lifeinblueprint

The Golden Hour/Young Blood by @standingfacingwest

The Nice Guy and Valley of the Dolls by @onismanxiety

Twinkle Toes by @konstantine11-11

With the New Crowd by @likeamisfit

Stardust&Silk and Passive Aggressive by @ineffably-styles

Fresh Eyes by @americanowrites

Above Average, First Base by @roselirry

Matched by @mrsmiresa

Snowbound by @permanentcrossfics

Stuck in the Storm by @giantbandgeeks

Fic Rec Pages

@harry-stylesarchives

@bfharryficrec

@harrysficrecs

@harryficlibrary

@ficsr

@harrystylesficrecs

@harrystylesficsienjoy

@harrystyles-conceptsn 

@harryfanfics

@hsfics

@reveriehs

@harryswinterberries

#harry styles imagine #harry styles one shots #harry styles oneshots #harry styles fanfiction #imagine harry styles #harry styles oneshot #fic rec #1dff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles angst #one direction fanfiction #masterlist

[watchyourbluesturngolden]

my fic recs

a list of all the fics I recommend! part 2!

* = mature content

feel free to send in your recs so i can check them out!

@sunflowervolvimp3 - changes*, 42 hours*, pt II*, hades! harry masterlist,  

@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy - i’ve got you*,  fixer-upper*, demon!harry masterlist, hades!harry masterlist 

@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy and @sunflowervolvimp3 - you’re someone I just want around*

@tokyoharry - you’re short,  little white lie, pt II, tell me you love me, never in a million years, sleepy harry, tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it,   

@songbirdstyles - white wedding*, let it bleed*, early risers* 

@harrysgoldenline - burnt cookies, gone too long, burden, the best doctor, dizzy, inexperienced

@lilliagradiewrites - flinch

@honeyskins - honey and wildfire*, she flowers; he feasts*

 @permanentcross - it’s about balance*, more about babies, pain kink*, camping, pt II*, pt III*, not fake*, orange*, 12 hours in miami*,  reverse orange*,  too much*, more about waiting*, protect,  hot and cold*, hello love*, intimacy, hold your son, missing kisses

@trulymadlysydney -  drunk in love, family matters*, soaking wet*, live and die, pt II, pt III, wait for me in the sky, all tied up

@vocalharry - thirst tweets

@floralsatin - harry teaching you how to touch yourself*, squirting*

@floral-suits - basically all these blurbs + concepts

@wellbeafinelime - locked out, basic fucking t-shirt

@majorharry - polished*

@stylesharrys - 7 hours*

@harrybutterflies - twelve*

@svnflowervol666 - harry’s wife doesn’t want him in the waiting room, harry helps deliver your baby, your baby won’t go to sleep, crisp trepidation, doing his baby’s hair and facetiming mitch, zane lowe interview

@andwhenshesays - yellow*

@mymedicine -  occam’s razor

@stylesharrys - painting harry’s nails, you’re sick and he takes care of you, he can’t sleep without you, he helps you through a seizure, he calls you annoying during a fight, you color his tattoos  

@harryforvogue - wake up sunshine, sleepy angel, cold morning, warm harry, 20 things harry loves- fluff, 30 things harry loves- smut

@oh-honey-styles - lazy fall saturday, you’re a pest 

@bfharry - mani pedis with harry, he finds your vibrator*

@gucciharrywritings - you’ve never had an orgasm*, just a bit nervous*, take my money, under the weather  

@roseonhissleeve -  a white t-shirt

@harryysstyless - cuddling with harry,  painting nails with harry, holding hands with harry, bad dream,  gotta get better, my only angel

@stylesberries - rainbow cardigan

@nationalharryleague - in the long green grass

@snlhostharry - try try again

@hstyles-1994 - underneath the tree

@secret-rendezvous1d - literally everything under “pregnancy, labor, and delivery”

@harryhoney-bee - vulnerability

@parkers-gal - intoxicating

@bxtchforstyles - i’ll get there

@wholesomestyles - don’t you shy away from me*, pt II*, talk to me, on the edge 

@onedirectionfantasieslove - inexperienced, pt II* 

@harrieheaux - cold feet, cookie crumbs, christmas*

@imaginexxharry - slow down, first kiss, rape, i’m going to take care of you, ok?  wait, why are you crying?

@smugzayn - a cheater (at games), a cheater (in dreams), he steals the covers, playful*, you’re not jealous*

@muffindaddystyles - happy meals, panic attack, needles*, kismets

@moonchildstyles - aster*, valentine’s day*, first time*, first fight, sleepy, meeting the parents, clingy, jealous

@all-things-fic - shit talking, first kisses, stay still*

@idk-who-she-is - snowed in, locked out

@for-fucks-sake-h - go slow*,  bare your soul*, addicted*,  sick harry, pt II, pt III, painting his nails,  

@hazzasgayvodka - panty thief*,  inexperienced*

@harrysbubba - euphoria*, look at me*, walk it like you talk it*

@meetmymouth - gooey*

@harrysgoldenbum - gotta say it*

@sweetcreatureinthedark - loving you’s the antidote

@iconicharry - harry loving on her, you are drunk and harry is endeared, tell it to my heart*

@pingutats - be this close, forever and ever*, dirty, sweet, and you’re my girl*, at last!* kissing your scars

@1994sunflower- sucker punch*

@carolina-writings - good vibrations*

@itsnsfwalways - tease* 

@looselucy - masterlist, the faux affair,  (i don’t think these links work on mobile)

@honey--fics - drunk*

@harrywritingsbyme - that time*, finish line*, baby buying,  behind the cover, concept # 11*, 17*, 3 am, teach me*,  harry plays with you*,  decisions*

@teaspoon-full-of-sugar - tangled up in blue, sleeping on the blacktop, a flower for a flower*, lesson*

@edgeofmyniall - lights on*

@autumn-sunflowers - silent treatment, on the pool steps, you’re shaking, in sickness and health,  my entire world,  love and protect 

@thinkingoutlouddblog - only for you

@severestyless - false god* 

@harriesclit - squirting*

@aqua-harry - ruin you*,  50 things harry does, 50 things harry does (fluff), 50 things harry does (smut)* 50 things harry does (new dad)

@berrynarrybanana - pink lemonade*

@angelisverba - mafia harry*

@sorrynotharry - relief*, safe with me, watching a movie, sturdy*

@ever-since-kiwi - you’re sick,  the interview, fake it, he’s sick

@daaydreamy - over the hill

@meet-me-in-the-kitchen - bad boy!harry, angel in his devil eyes*

@heartbreakweatherharry - showerhead* first tattoo 

@harry-writings - he was abused by his ex,  pt II, 

@haaarry - eating disorder, masterlist, cute post, harry looking after you on your period 

@and-im-okay-with-it - harry makes his baby cry at a concert, period, coming out,  jealous, anxiety attack, he makes his baby cry at a concert,  

@aestheticwritingz - ceo harry styles* pt II*

@inkedangelhaz - minor accidents

@harryimaginedstories - needing comfort

@havin-a-wee - every little thing, soaked*,  tiger tattoo*, positions*, red handed*

@awideworldoffanfics - help comes to those who ask

@stylesunchained - shave* that’s my job*, panties on*

@hsogolden - tastes like...*

@tobesolonely - queen anne’s coffee, love languages*, sweet as honey, fair play*,  house hunting 

@jawllines - you’ve never been with anyone*, pt ii*, best friends, vampire imagine*

@watermelonlovershigh - how he eats you out*, he uses toys on you*

@goldenbluesuit - let me see you*

@justice4canyonmoon - he’s insecure, let me make you feel good*, holiday*

@bopbopstyles- camille is in the crowd at a concert, he shaved and you’re mad

@legitlaur - lightweight

@stylesloveclub - angel series 

@harrystylesgotmefuckedup - he’s really forward, just kidding, unless, safe with me, behind every man, you’re really pretty, i’m having your baby 

@harrysgloves - he finds out you have depression, this will be our year

@blessedbyharrystyles - praise kink*

@idontknowhernow - who you belong to

@ch3rrybabyhon3y - morning after, sex therapist*

@inkedangelhaz - sweatshirt, you’re safe now, true friend

@wroteasongabouther - are you ok?

@leeroysdancer - 35 things harry does as your boyfriend

@aahhlliiss-writes - little accident

@jarofstyles - scared of rain, pt 2

@strawberryystyles - bubble baths and cuddles

@hier--soir - light switch

#fic recs

[harrystylesficreccomendations]

Could you recommend any pranks or tiktok challenges fics??

Thank you 💕😊💕

this request is recent but i had to do it asap i love these ones and im so glad i could find so many

this request by @harryysstyless

compensation by @herewithmeharry

tiktok challenge by @songbirdstyles

@wellbeafinelime ‘s masterlist has a whole series of these so def go check those out (im too lazy to link them all individually)

update: i also found this one by @carolinasgirl

#harry styles fic rec

[ftdtrryy]

masterlist :))

✩harry styles

roses and vanilla - @stylesloveclub

late christmas - @writers-hes

cause y’laugh is pretty - @meetevieinthehallway

masterlist - @cocochannel00 (one of my favs!!)

fratboy!harry masterlist - @waitingfortwilight (love this one 10/10 would recommend!)

masterlist - @bubblecumhxrry (don’t know if they’re still active but i love their writing, you should definitely check it out!)

i wish you were the one who told me - @meetevieinthehallway

hook, line, and sinker - @adore-styles

my shy little boy masterlist - @all-my-love-for-harry (absolutely adore this series, so adorable!!)

masterlist - @heyyyharry (the flatmate trilogy is definitely my favorite series and i would 100% recommend!)

masterlist - @harrysgoldenline

finals season - @emotionally-imbruised

masterlist - @tokyoharry (there’s a few writings for niall and louis on here too that are adorable!!)

kindergarten teachers - part 2 - @tbslenthusiast (i love this one omg!!)

mangoes - @imagine-that-one-thing

shy - @harry-writings (this is the first part of a single dad harry blurb series so once you’re done reading this one check out their page for their other works of the series!)

daddy styles masterlist - @autumn-sunflowers (really cute mini series about dad!h i would def recommend you check it out)

a hint of yoghurt - @harryimaginedstories

marry me - part 2 - @chillmichelle

not quite honest - @harryimaginedstories (this one HURTS..but it’s amazing so i would def recommend)

when i look at you - @stylesharrys

harry is y/n’s grumpy neighbor but he has a secret part 2 - @jawllines (READ THIS NOW OMG!! literally wtf i love this so much i cant even describe it)

harry is y/n’s boss - @jawllines (a lil ceo!harry for you guys 100% think you should check it out)

professor harry styles masterlist - @songbirdstyles

all i want for christmas - @trulymadlysydney (i love this so much omg)

masterlist - @wellbeafinelime (the whole masterlist is just ahhh i love it! def check it out!)

comfort - @stardusthes

3:08 AM - @honeyedrasp (this is so cute i’m literally crying)

in the woods - @autumn-sunflowers

and i cant give that to you - @meetevieinthehallway

good girl - @watchmegetobsessed (STOP GO READ THIS NOW I LOVE IT SO MUCH)

masterpiece - @harryforvogue

✩jj maybank

all i want - @trulivin

i know - @kindapinkskies (my fav!!)

sleepy girl - @malfoyfarms

✩tom holland/peter parker

masterlist - @spideyyeet

masterlist - @peterspideysstuff

wearing your clothes - @em-imagines

#harry styles fic rec #one direction #jj maybank fic rec #harry styles #harry styles masterlist #peter parker fic rec

[hrryfics]

does anyone know what happened to @wellbeafinelime ? she had a series where the reader would pull tik tok pranks on harry

they changed their url to @astranva !!

[astranva]

Reason To Hate You.

// masterlist //

Word Count: 5k

Category: Angst

Warning: Some strong language, as usual. Just angsty. It’s good for the skin and some soul cleansing.

Summary: He loves her, but has no time to show it even when she asks him to. But she’s had enough, and Harry writes a song.

Based on Reason To Hate You by Rhys Lewis.

..

You were sure when Harry sang “comfortable silence is overrated” he wasn’t joking, because maybe your boyfriend appreciated the uncomfortable silence more, or at least he had been showing so.

Familiarity was out of the window when it came to the both of you, because that would be an understatement. Your friends and families had joked about it for the one year and 7 months of your relationship, about how you were one soul in two bodies, how alike you and Harry were and how the differences completed one another.

You knew when he was stressed, sad, nervous, even when he was a combination of every emotion there is and it had always assured you that he, too, knew you like the back of his hand.

One look at you and he’d offer the best support; let it be a shoulder to cry on, a celebratory dance, or a shared cup of blueberry yogurt.

But quietness had barged in like an univited guest, one you weren’t ready for and the more you thought about it, you would have never been ready for it.

Empty was one word to describe it; the bed, the kitchen, the living room, the balcony, the house, the trips to the grocery’s – the relationship.

It began around the time of Fine Line’s release. Biting back your tongue, you had managed to not feel small whenever you listened to all the tracks on there that Harry had on his ex, especially the one that had his ex talking at the end of.

But Harry had showered you with love and assurance, telling you that he couldn’t believe he had ever lived without you by his side and how he had never felt this sort of love with anyone.

You, too, had showered him with affection and the undivided pride you felt for him, making sure all your friends and family purchased the album, playing it at all times, working online so you could accompany him to some of his press because he needed you there with him.

“Mom’s birthday is coming up. I think we should get her that dress she talked about last time, remember it?” You had asked one night as you lied in bed, eyes on your boyfriend as he moisturized his face while standing in nothing but his boxers.

Harry glanced at you before looking back at the mirror one final time before walking to the bed, “I don’t, no.”

“The Marc Jacobs o-“

“When is it?” He rushed, getting under the cover, turning away from you before turning his head back to look at you.

Your lips parted before closing again, before you replied. “Friday.”

“This Friday?” And at your nod, Harry pursed his lips, “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t make it. Have a meeting all day to talk about tour.”

“But H, you knew about this for two weeks.”

“I did?” Sheepishly, Harry asked.

You slumped before shaking your head, “It’s alright. I’ll just tell her you had an emergency or something.”

“You do that.” He nodded, reaching behind him to give your thigh a squeeze, “Get whatever gift you want, pay with my card.”

You didn’t reply, watching as he let his head down on his pillow, back to you as he got comfortable, the only light in the room coming from the lamp on your bedside table.

On the day of your mother’s birthday, you remember the halfhearted smile you offered to her when she asked you where Harry was,

“Says he’s really sorry. Family emergency, but this is from the both of us.” And then you had given her the neatly wrapped present, a card attached to it with a birthday message from you and Harry, only that it was only you who had written it because Harry was up and out of the house the minute you opened your eyes that morning.

And then it happened, again, and again, and again,

and some more.

“Good morning,” you had smiled at him one morning, watching as he rubbed his face before he approached you, capturing your lips in a kiss that had the butterflies in your stomach cheer and dance, “How did you sleep?”

“Fine, love. What about you?” He smiled tiredly, hands on your waist and chin on your shoulder from behind as he watched you flip the cheddar cheese and omelet toast on the pan.

“Great.” You smiled when you felt him rub your skin from over your nightgown with his fingers. You turned off the stove before turning, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, leaning to peck his lips, “Hey, I know we always get Chinese takeout for our Sunday night date but how do you feel about Thai?”

And instantly, Harry tensed, guilt already taking place on his face and the smile on your face faltered at the change of demeanor, “Y/N, I’m sorry, lovie, I can’t make it tonight.”

“What? Why? We never skip on our Sunday night indoor date.”

It was a ritual you and Harry were devoted to since the very beginning of your relationship, and not once had neither of you flaked on it, always having plans around it but never during it because it was when the both of you would kick your heels up, pig out, watch a movie, talk, and just get ready for the start of another week.

“Told you I’m going to Miami for a few days to meet with the director for Watermelon Sugar, baby.”

“You’re travelling?” You frowned, “You never told me.”

Harry paused, eyes going slightly big before he looked away for a moment before looking back at you, “I’m sorry. It must have slipped out of my mind with how hectic everything has been.”

You didn’t reply, suddenly feeling a tad uncomfortable with your position which had you remove your arms from around him and turn, holding the pan and moving out of his grasp to put the toast on his plate.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N. It’s just my job and I can’t reschedule.”

You sighed, feeling as if your heart strings were being tugged at. Nevertheless, you managed to give him a small smile. “It’s alright, H. I understand. You gotta do what you gotta do.”

To be honest, if anyone had a say in this, they’d say Harry took advantage of how accepting you were, but you would never. You would never say – nor admit – that he was taking advantage of all your “I understand”s and “I get it”s, because you knew he was busy. You knew he loved you. You knew it, until you weren’t so sure anymore.

Standing in the corner of Adam and Emi’s living room, you sipped on your Sprite as you watched people from Harry’s band and those behind the album mingle, your boyfriend standing out of earshot but in front of you, conversing with Tom – Kid Harpoon – and Naomi, his hands moving around as he talked which made you smile a little.

“Why are you standing here all lonely?” You felt a nudge to your shoulder before you looked beside you, seeing Sarah leaning on the wall beside you.

You shrugged, “Just watching.”

“You never texted me yesterday after your date. How did Harry react to your dress? Did you end up wearing the white sh-“

“We didn’t go.”

“-oes? Or- Wait, what?” Sarah frowned.

“We didn’t go on the date.” You repeated, avoiding her eyes by looking down at the small soda bubbles in your cup.

“Oh,” Sarah’s shoulders slumped, taking notice of your gloomy mood, “Oh, um,” she cautiously looked at you, “You were dressed.” She mumbled with a frown, genuinely sad for her friend.

You chuckled, putting your weight on one leg, “So was he, but we had different intentions, I guess. He had a meeting with Jeff.”

“Y/N…” Sarah, with a frown, offered a hand of support on your shoulder.

With a small, very fake smile, you looked at her and shook your head, “It’s alright, really. He’s been busy with tour and the press and all that.”

“Doesn’t make him less of an arse, you know?” She raised an eyebrow.

You only chuckled, looking down at your shoes, “Don’t worry about it. Hey, at least I got to watch that show you’ve been bugging me with.”

You were patient; something many of the people you knew in your life always praised, some even were in disbelief at how patient you were with the shit life threw at you. Like that one time your laptop lagged in the midst of your presentation at uni and instead of freaking out, you remained calm, collected and patient, and it was why you ended up acing that presentation.

But that didn’t mean you didn’t feel like crap, because you did.

Since communication was key, you had decided to do just that – communicate. Harry was better than you when it came to confrontation. For a long time, you had trouble with approaching anyone and telling them that things weren’t fine, but as yours and Harry’s relationship blossomed, you learned to.

It was why you had decided against going to bed early one night and opted to stay and wait for Harry’s return, knowing that it was the only time you would be able to see him with how tight his schedule had been.

In a crewneck of his and plaid pj pants, you sat on the couch with a cup of green tea in your hands, watching a talk show that you mentally criticized as shit in your mind before you heard the click of the door.

Taking a breath to steady your heartbeat and breath, you put aside your tea before you clutched your hands together, cracking your knuckles nervously as you heard the sound of Harry’s home sliders against the floor.

His face showed confusion at the light being turned on, knowing that by that time, you usually slept, but he saw you sitting there, too in your head as you looked at your fidgeting hands to notice that he was a few steps away.

“You’re still up.” He stated in surprise, watching your head snap to look at him.

“Um, yeah,” you nodded, “Was waiting for you.”

Unknowing why, Harry smiled to himself as he approached you, leaning down to press a kiss to your temple, “Yeah?”

You nodded, “Can we talk?”

And then his smile slightly faltered, eyebrows furrowing in slight worry before he sat. “Are you alright?” His hand reached up to brush your hair.

You hated how loving he was that moment, how he made you feel. How he showed you care when he was there for a few minutes, but you hated how he had trouble showing you that by making time for you.

“Harry,” you began and he immediately felt like shit because you rarely use his name, “Are you ever not going to be busy?”

“What?”

You felt stupid, not knowing how to articulate how you’re feeling but gave it another go anyway. “It’s just that, you’re never here anymore. It’s always the album, meetings, press, and when it’s none of those, then you’re out with your friends-“

“Is this about me cancelling that date?”

And you knew he was starting to get defensive and you made note that you hated that, too.

“Which one?” You asked tiredly before sighing, turning fully to look at him, “I’m not asking you to choose between me and your job, your life, but I’m just asking you to make time for me. I just feel out of place, Harry, and it sucks.”

“You know this album is important to me, everything about it.”

“And I absolutely love all that for you, I’m so proud of you,” you held his hands, “I just miss you, that’s all.”

“But Y/N, that’s-“ Harry let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes for a moment, “That’s my job.”

“It’s not your job to cancel on our quality time more than twice to be with your friends, all of whom you see everyday.”

“I see you everyday.”

“Seeing me when I’m sleeping or kissing me goodbye is hardly anything, Harry.” You said gently.

He contemplated it, staying silent for a few moments as he looked down at your joined hands. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just, make time for me, for us – please?”

You had kissed then, almost like a promise, and for the first time in a long time, you cuddled.

You wished you received enough assurance that he was trying, wished to see it, but it seemed like too big of a wish to come true.

You had a career of your own, one you were proud of and worked hard for, so when one day your boss asked you to their office to break the news of your promotion, your smile might as well have resembled a painted one like the Joker’s, from ear to ear.

Your colleagues had cheered for you, even interns approaching you to tell you that you deserved it, and they had all decided that a celebration was due. While they were planning for the celebration, deciding that it would take place at a nearby pub the following day as it Saturday and Friday was a good day to recover from hangovers, you took out your phone, composing a text to Harry.

‘H, please be home early tonight. Big news! 🥳 Love you!’

“You sure you don’t want to join for a quick drink? You earned it.” Your colleague Mariah asked as she walked you to your car.

“I’m sure. You go have fun and we’ll meet tomorrow.”

“Hey, tell your boyfriend to tag along!” She said as she waved before leaving.

That day, you went back home, showered and changed before cooking a nice meal for yourself and Harry.

You had checked your phone multiple times, checking if you might have missed a response or missed a call but granted, your phone only notified you of few congratulatory messages from people in your workplace and your family’s Whatsapp group after you had shared with them the news, none from the one person you longed for.

When the clock struck 8 that night, you found yourself grabbing your phone, tapping on it until you were calling his phone. One missed call, you called again and that time, he answered.

“Baby, I’m in the middle of something.” Harry rushed.

“What is it?” You found yourself asking.

“Mate! You fucking cheated!” You heard him laugh, sounds of different people in the background, “Don’t wait up, yeah? I have to go now. Love y-Wait, I’m coming!” And with one final laughter from him – a sound you had always loved and cherished but that moment, it only made you feel like crying – he hung up.

You stared at your phone, eyes stinging and nears getting itchy, swallowing the lump in your throat before you angrily tossed the phone onto the couch before walking to the kitchen to eat your share of the food. No way in hell were you going to sleep sad, angry, and on an empty stomach.

You hated how small you felt, how you felt unwanted in his world. It wasn’t like you wanted much either, just some time.

It was why the following morning as you got ready for your day at work, you might have loudly closed a drawer or two before looking over at Harry’s sleeping figure.

Huffing as you looked into the mirror while adjusting your top, you were unaware to Harry stretching and rubbing his eyes before you heard him.

“Good morning, love.”

Your heart raced, turning instantly to look at him. You tried to smile but when that failed, you turned back to give yourself a final look before grabbing your bag, mumbling a halfhearted “good morning.”

“Leaving early?”

You nodded, “Yeah, I want to grab donuts before I go.”

Harry smiled sleepily, “You usually get them donuts when there is good news.”

“I got promoted.” You said, still avoiding looking at him as you walked towards the door, lingering by it before you finally looked at him, finding him looking at you with a grin.

“Really? Baby, that’s wonderful! Congratulations, Honey. You deserve this. C’mere.” And he opened his arms, making grabby hands at you.

That moment, you also hated how you couldn’t fight the urge to go to him because that was exactly what you did. You walked towards him, sitting beside him and letting him embrace you, peppering kisses on your head.

“I’m proud of you.”

You sighed, wrapping your arms around him as you closed your eyes. “You are?”

“Of course. Always am.”

You smiled, nuzzling your head into his neck.

Harry wasn’t dumb – he felt it. You missed him, and he, too, missed you. He just couldn’t seem to say no to all the plans that he was invited to – except yours.

“They’re celebrating me tonight. Do you want to come?” You said, and although it was a little muffled, he heard it.

“Tonight’s Steve’s birthday. Remember hi-“

“Oh my God.” You rolled your eyes, pulling away from his embrace, shaking your head at yourself before letting out a chuckle, “You’re unbelievable, you know that?”

“Why? What did I- Y/N, you know I can’t miss it. Steve has helped a lot with the album, it wouldn’t be right.”

“He helped with-“ You laughed bitterly, “Right, and I have never helped you with anything. Nothing at all.”

“Don’t take it like that, Y/N.” Harry huffed.

“I’m not taking it like anything, Harry. It doesn’t matter. Don’t wait up. Oh wait,” you stood, giving him a sarcastic smile, “You never do.”

And with that, you were out.

Any other time, you probably would have felt guilty. You would have felt like running back into his arms the moment he opened them. Only, he hadn’t called you, nor had he opened his arms.

There you were, sitting on a stool at the bar as your friends danced and drank, sulking with an untouched cocktail glass, staring at the door every time someone walked in.

But 7 became 8, 8 became 9, and before you knew it, you had driven one of your very drunk colleagues home at 12 and you were back home at 12:30, too sober for your own liking. That was a pathetic celebration, you thought.

You weren’t sure why but the moment you stepped foot inside your shared home with Harry – it was initially his but by the 12th month of your relationship, he had asked you to move in – you couldn’t stop the tears.

Ugly sobs broke the silence in the house, your body shaking with the extra weight of emotions it carried for months.

Maybe it was because even then, Harry wasn’t home and surely, he wasn’t beside you as your friends celebrated a big event in your life. Maybe it was because you received a notification that Harry had posted to his close friends story list on Instagram, the story being him holding his phone with the front camera, Harry singing along to a Queen song with Alexa Chung as she had one arm around his shoulders, her other hand holding a cup that resembled the miserable cocktail you had earlier to celebrate yourself.

But you were packing a suitcase.

You were neatly folding some of your clothes in it, putting some of your undergarments in the zipped-up area. You hadn’t bothered to quit crying, you figured that you owed that yourself.

One thing Harry didn’t expect to return to was to see you out, closing your car’s trunk as you stood in your black sweatpants and a grey hoodie, comfortable sneakers on your feet and your hair left with no hairbands or as much as a clip as if you hadn’t bothered to do anything with it.

Quickly parking and turning off his car, his eyes had glanced at the time quickly, finding it reading 2:21AM. Harry was quick to get out, noticing your movement to your driver side halt as you heard so.

“Where are you going?” He asked as he approached you, feeling worried and scared as he stared at the back of your head as you were yet to turn.

But you did, and Harry found himself staring your puffy eyes, tears in clouding the color he loved too much and his heart broke.

“I’m leaving.”

If it was possible, his heart would have beat its way out of his chest.

“L-Leaving wh-where? What?”

You sniffled, wiping your eyes with your sleeve, “I’m leaving, Harry. I’m done.”

“Y/N, baby,” he cooed, stepping closer, “Let’s talk, alright?” He gently put his hands on your arms, only to have you shrug them off, breaking his heart even more and causing a lump to form in his throat.

“No! We’re not going to talk, Harry. I’m done talking. I’m done waiting. I’m done being alone in this fucking house – in this- this fucking relationship!” You cried.

“Baby, please,” his jaw clenched as he tried to control his breathing and to push back the tears, “Y/N, please. Don’t do this.”

You shook your head, “I gave you everything. I tried everything and it’s just not working. I’m done giving, Harry. Please, just understand.” You stepped closer to him, cupping his face, “You’re never here for me anymore and I’m done holding on to the ghost of you.”

“What can I do? Anything, please,” his nose reddened, eyes going tearful as he was just about to melt in your hands, watching you shake your head, “Please, lovie, anything.”

“I’m done.” You whispered in the midst of a sob, leaning forward to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “I tried.”

And with that, you got into the car before speeding off, leaving Harry standing there, his heart seeming to wave him off as he watched your car disappear.

//

He was shit.

He had tried to contact you, even tried to visit you at your work only to get told that you were taking a few days off.

He messaged you everyday for 3 weeks, called and left voice notes.

His friends felt bad for him when they knew, but they felt worse when he broke down one day when his band visited to check up on him,

“If only I wasn’t part of all of this! If you didn’t drag me into all of this shit, she would have still been here! Right here in her fucking home with me!”

“Hey! You got no one to blame but yourself. You’re the one who decided to blow her off every time, even when Mitch and I asked you about her and gave you an earful so don’t fucking put the blame on anyone but yourself, Harry!” Sarah had knocked some sense into him, “I love you and all, but this is all you and whatever will happen next will be you. Don’t wait for anyone to pick up your mess because it’s about time you act and show her you love her.”

He deserved that.

Harry had tried countless of times, visited your old apartment only to face an old man holding a puppy who had no idea who you were.

He found himself sitting in his studio one night – where he slept because he couldn’t bring himself to sleep in your bedroom – his journal perched up as his pen worked on it. It was like he didn’t need to think about it, he went on auto-pilot and before he could realize it, he had written a song.

You weren’t any better. 2 months later and you were still avoiding his calls. It didn’t help that you got another phone and number but kept your old one, only to know that he still remembered you and you felt pathetic for it.

His fans were bombarding you with questions on yours and his whereabouts, saying that you’ve been inactive for way too long and it wasn’t like you to not interact with them, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t pretend that everything was fine when it wasn’t.

By the 3rd month, you began to go other places than your workplace.

You met up with 2 of your friends, giving them short answers and “yeah”s as they talked. With your mind being somewhere else, you unlocked your phone and opened Instagram, checking your explore page.

And there it finally was; a picture of him. His beard and moustache had grown, untrimmed and messy as his hair. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, yellow sweatpants and a grey hoodie worn along with his running shoes while he walked.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you opened the photo, checking the caption to read it;

‘Harry out a few minutes ago!’

As fresh as your favorite home baked pastries this photo was. Your eyes moved from him to the shop behind him, zooming with your fingers before letting out a gasp.

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” One of your friends asked.

“I have to go.” You quickly said, slinging on your bag before you shot out of your seat and outside, frantically looking left and right before walking towards the shop you had seen in the picture.

You didn’t even know what you were doing. Hell, you shouldn’t have been doing that, looking for him like that.

You panted, reaching up to place a hand on your rapidly beating heart as you stood in front of the shop.

God, you felt stupid.

“Y/N…”

You heard it, then you felt it; his hand, gentle on your shoulder.

You turned, coming face to face with the man you had sworn up and down was the love of your life – and you knew he still was.

He snatched off his sunglasses, as if they played a trick on him but they weren’t because you stood right there.

“You’re here.” He breathed out.

Harry’s green eyes were staring into yours, hand still on your shoulder.

At the feeling that rushed through you; one that made you feel that one more minute and you would be in his arms, kissing him and going back home with him, you slowly shook your head. “I have to leave.”

“No, please, please, a minute. Just a minute.” Harry pleaded with wide eyes, desperation in his voice.

“If I stay for one more minute, I won’t control myself. Please let me go.” You closed your eyes as you spoke softly.

“I can’t.”

“You can. You did it more than once.”

One final jab to his heart, you turned, rushing to cross the street before getting in your car.

//

The news of a sudden single drop was everywhere.

Friends and family texted you to ask if you had heard the song, most asking you to “please talk it out with Harry, he seems really sorry.”

Your coffee, sat waiting for you as you read the wave of tweets that crashed on you from fans, most of asking you what your friends and family asked of you, some others apologizing on his behalf, some others questions if the song was about you to begin with, and some others giving you shit for “breaking Harry’s heart.”

You were quick to click on a YouTube link that was attached to a tweet of a fan reacting to the song, sitting up straight and suddenly feeling nauseous as the screen changed.

Harry Styles – Reasons To Hate You.

Your stomach dropped as you saw him. In a white tee and black shorts, his hair was held back with your light blue clip while he sat in a chair behind his mic in the comfort of your home studio, holding the black guitar you had gifted him for his 26th birthday.

“Can you just lie to me

And ruin these memories

'Cause I've gotta forget somehow

So I'm begging you, burn us to the ground,” Harry sang as he played the guitar.

“Cause I know it's over

But I don't know what to do

So help me get over

Help me get over you,”

With no intentions to stop the tears, you let yourself cry, reaching up to stifle a sob by putting a hand to your mouth.

“And tell me you love somebody else or something

Or say you've been unfaithful to me

'Cause I need a reason to hate you, a reason to let you go

A reason to move on 'cause without one I know I won't

So tell me you love somebody else or something

Or say you've been unfaithful to me.”

He had looked up to his camera, and as he did, you felt like he was physically there and singing for you.

“Where do we go from here?

Do you just disappear?

'Cause I don't think I can be your friend

When it feels like the break isn't gonna mend.”

You stopped questioning your moves, and as proof, you had no idea what you were thinking when you grabbed your car keys and bolted out of the studio apartment you had rented, the song still playing.

“'Cause even after all this time, I'm hoping I can change your mind

'Cause hope's the only open door left to choose

So let me out for good because I know that I'm not strong enough

To stop myself from feeling things for you

So don't give me the truth.”

And you drove to him, right back to your home.

The song had replayed itself 4 times before you were finally out of your car and rushing to the door, ringing the bell and knocking, cursing yourself for forgetting your keys back at that apartment.

The door opened and there he stood, in the same clothes with the same clip holding back his hair.

Harry didn’t have time to comprehend before you threw yourself at him, crying into his chest.

“You’re such an asshole.” You cried, “How can you release something like that, you shit?”

He held on to you, hiding his face in your hair as he took you in.

“Next time, even an album won’t bring me back, you understand?” You mumble, feeling his arms tighten around you as he kissed your head then shoulder.

“There won’t be a next time.”

#wellbeafinelime #reason to hate you #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst imagine #harry styles angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles fiction #harry styles angst one shot #angst #angst imagine

[harrysdimples]

imagine being as bitter as your last anon ooff can’t relate🤧

it’s both embarrassing and sad for them that they’re evidently so desperate for attention/a reaction they resort to insults and sending them anonymously no less to face zero repercussions 🥴

#wellbeafinelime

[moonchildstyles]

for the person asking about single!mom fics here’s some

* not one of them by @wellbeafinelime

* serendipity by @watchmegetobsessed

* mess is mine by @talesofstyles

* loves devine by @atlafan

ooh thank you!!!!!! 

#anon #ask

[gucciwins]

hello, i was tagged by the wonderul @bfharry to do a six song soundtrack for: coming of age movie. in my head these songs tell a story so i hope you like it

rules: create a six song soundtrack to the genre you've been challenged to or any genre of your choosing!

i challenge you to create a soundtrack for a sad romance movie (also don't feel like you have to do this) @harrysgoldenbum @strawberryystyles @theharriediaries @taintedwonder @wellbeafinelime @ill-be-your-honey-bri

#this was fun #i got lost listening to so many different songs #these too me scream coming off age #hope it's good #thank you so much liv!!! i loved doing this #mentions #tags

[dontworrysunflower]

rules are to answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better/catch up with!! thank you @fireproofrry for tagging me in this!

last song: love language by ariana grande

last movie: us

currently watching: the great british baking show

currently reading: oop nothing other than fanfics rn

@wellbeafinelime @pastequeharry @imsogoldeen @thesadstoryofme @vocalharry @watchmegetobsessed @nationalharryleague @harrysgloves @mymedicine (only if you want to, you don’t have to!)

#mentions #me

[sj-thefan]

Becca’s 366 Day Reblog Challenge - August

* means smut or 18+ content

Challenge Masterlist

So, this is a few weeks late, but after a stressful move back to school... ta-da! In all honesty, I’m a bit shocked I’m still going. I’ve found so many amazing authors and wonderful stories!

Day 214 (Aug. 1)

"did you really have to give me so many hickeys" drabble by @astralaffairs

Day 215 (Aug. 2)

My Moon by @xreaderxo

Day 216 (Aug. 3)

Zuko x Blind!Reader by @springbean

Day 217 (Aug. 4)

Zuko x Childhood Best Friend!Reader by @passable-talent

Day 218 (Aug. 5)

Out of the Ashes by @thedevilwearsvibranium

Day 219 (Aug. 6)

rotations. pt.1, pt. 2, pt.3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 11, pt. 12, pt. 13, pt.14, pt.15, pt. 16, pt. 17, pt. 18, pt. 19, pt. 20, pt. 21, pt. 22, pt. 23, pt. 24, pt. 25, and the end, as well as the bonus parts *first time, azula returns, (y/n) is pregnant, and sokka babysits by @sunflowerazula

Day 220 (Aug. 7)

burned. by @sunflowerazula

Zuko Angst Request by @sunflowerazula

Day 221 (Aug. 8)

Not At First by @softscottlang

Day 222 (Aug. 9)

Zuko x Reader Request by @kyleewrites

Day 223 (Aug. 10)

Babysitter pt. 1 by @whirlybirbs

*mine. by @xreaderxo

For The One I Love by @thenewlarislynn

Day 224 (Aug. 11)

Fake Dating!au request by @springbean

Day 225 (Aug. 12)

Pinky Promise by @wellbeafinelime

Day 226 (Aug. 13)

Taste Of Your Lips 1, *2, *3, *4, and *5 by @sinner-as-saint

Day 227 (Aug. 14)

stay with me by @thinkingoutlouddblog

Elton loving Taron’s wife by @avenging-fandoms

Day 228 (Aug. 15)

Practice Makes Perfect by @accio-imagines

Day 229 (Aug. 16) -- My Birthday!!!

*Across the Universe by @imaginedisish

Don’t Speak Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 by @zukoszukhoes

Robb Stark x Lannister/Baratheon!Reader by @letsasoiaftogether

Day 230 (Aug. 17)

Burning Red by @gobletofweasleys

Day 231 (Aug. 18)

Seeing Stars by @delicatelyherdreams

Day 232 (Aug. 19)

Problem Solved by @megalony

Day 233 (Aug. 20)

Guard Dog *Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 by @writingwithadinosaur

Day 234 (Aug. 21)

Valentine’s Day Special - Hansel Grimm by @gingers-writing

Day 235 (Aug. 22)

Pick-up Lines by @mostly-marvel-musings

Day 236 (Aug. 23)

*Betrothed by @lucky-bucky-boy

Day 237 (Aug. 24)

*Greedy by @mrsbenjones

One Moment by @angelkurenai

Day 238 (Aug. 25)

Proof by @tseggy

Day 239 (Aug. 26)

what your best friend doesn’t know by @jasondickinsons

Day 240 (Aug. 27)

*Make Me Hurt by @akaashis-princess

Day 241 (Aug. 28)

Karma’s A Bitch by @fallatyourfeet

Would You Rather? by @waitimcomingtoo

Day 242 (Aug. 29)

Sexy by @waitimcomingtoo

Day 243 (Aug. 30)

*Lake Games by @spideyyeet

Day 244 (Aug. 31)

Bound By A Name by @skymoonandstardust​

#Becca’s Reblog Challenge #August

[harry-stylesarchives]

hey, there’s this one shot where it’s a bunch of tiktok pranks that the reader pulls on harry that i can’t remember the author of and i��d appreciate your help. thanks 💓

That’s by @wellbeafinelime!

#ask #fic search