You’re So Golden!

a/n: it’s been a while since I uploaded writing and for some reason I decided to sign up for this challenge and by some miracle actually managed to write something for it 🤯anyways, this is for the Valentine’s Day Challenge by @1dffchallenges and it’s honestly just a bit of fun, enemies to lovers little bit of angst and some smut! so i hope you enjoy! I’d always love to know your thoughts!! (also pls excuse any errors, I wrote this in a week with little editing lol)

prompt: doube date

dialogue: “So let me get this right. You want to hire me as your date for a Valentine’s Day Party?”

Pink and red were speckled throughout the entire office, whether it was a bouquet of chocolate roses, a banner of hearts, or stuffed bears residing next to bowls full of heart-shaped candies. Every employee’s section of the office had been filled to the brim with decorations as well. Pink and red ribbon taped carefully around the edges of their desktop computer, little store-bought balloons, also heart-shaped, grouped together and tied to desk chairs. 

a friends with benefits gone wrong. harry can’t bring himself to get rid of everything you’ve left at his place after things fall apart. beat up red cars, crumpled sweatshirts and of course, shampoo bottles.

based off the song “shampoo bottles” by peach pit.

pairing: harry x reader words: 6.9k rating: M

a/n: this is just a little something i had inspiration for ! like i said its based off the song “shampoo bottles” by peach pit (great song great band). its an OU but im not regarding tour dates or quarantine or wtv, i just have dates so its easier to follow since i go back and forth a lot ! its a bit of a different writing style than ive done before so hopefully everyone likes it ! would love to hear what you think, and enjoy !

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November 20th

The shampoo bottles taunted him.

The worst part was Harry wished they weren’t empty. He wished that there was still even a drop left in them so that he could rub it through his own hair. Although having milked them of their last contents weeks ago, they still sat in the corner of his shower.

Last updated 22/4/2021

Y/N and Harry Hate each other, until they don’t. (Quarantine!Harry) 

Sneak peak 1 Sneak peek 2

Blurb 1

“Fuck off Mitch, stay out of it.” He turns back to Y/N, “please, sweetheart, save yourself the heartbreak. Have you ever considered that maybe I just don’t like you? You’re fucking annoying, and your pathetic attempts to get me to like you are even more so. What were you hoping would come from it? I’d ignore the fact you grate on my nerves 24/7 and pay you a bit of attention? Maybe even get you off once or twice? Is that it?”

Y/N loves her best friend, and Harry’s just good in front of a camera, isn’t he? (Camboy!Harry)

Sneak Peak 1

God, the sight was enough to make his heart crack, her eyes puffy and red, new tears forming after the last ones had just fallen, her cheeks flushed and raw. And Harry can’t fucking take it. His arms, hands, words and eyes aren’t bringing her any comfort, so he does the only thing he can think of, the only thing that might take her mind off everything; he kisses her.

Maybe it’s because he thinks it might be a comfort, perhaps he just feels so sad for her, or maybe Harry believes both of them need a bit of support. Whatever it is, he kisses her, lips soft and innocent, barely pressing against hers before retreating again. Her lips are chapped and raw, just like everything else seemed to be, and she looks up at him in owlish surprise.

Oh – well, she really hadn’t seen that working out this well, “Okay,” she blinked at him, “I promise.” 

Harry holds out his pinky to her, “I’m serious, Y/N, nobody can know. Not Malene, not anyone. Just you and Blueberry.” 

“Yeah, of course, Harry really, who am I going to tell?” Malene already knows, “Even if I did, who would believe me? You’ve got more friends there than I have.” 

or

Y/N knows something she shouldn’t and Harry does what on Fridays?

Gleaming, twinkling,

eyes like sinking,

ships on waters,

So inviting, I almost jump in,

-Gold Rush by Taylor Swift

A slow burn AU where Harry is the Prince of everybody’s dreams and Y/n’s mind turns his life to folklore, even if everything is ambiguous and as unsettled as the next bird you get to see.

Word Count: 19.3K

Warnings/ What to expect:  Royal Au,Fluff, rocks of angst in a river of longing+ tension, no smut, don’t ask me which era this is, myths, symbolism, long forgotten superstitions( I am trying to do justice to that lyricism here, spare me) Dagger burning, An era where fashion is real good, Stewardess here is a rank of nobility and means the head of palace staff(nothing about face value, nothing derogatory), lots of birds, everything wrong with the society, long ass deep conversations(do we have them anymore these days? Good thing this is set in some undefined era in history), stupid conversations. Finally, *takes deep breath, checks microphone, yells* LONG HAIR HARRY IS THE REAL PRINCE HARRY, I’M NOT SORRY, I MAKE THE RULES. Y/n doesn’t like a gold rush and I raise Itallyrry to give you Italian-speaking-Prince-Harry with long hair. Ft. Outfits from the another man photoshoot.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers AU

Word count: 4.8K

A/N: Hi all! This is something I’ve been working on for a little while now and I’m really proud of it! As usual, a massive thank you to Miss Lu (@meetmymouth​) for being the best and beta reading. You can read more of my work in my masterlist and please please please send feedback to my ask! Thank you so so much for reading and I hope you enjoy it!! 

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Jagger was a good boy. He was a massive Great Dane with a shiny black coat and goofy wide eyes that softened his overall intimidating appearance. Great Danes had been bread as guarding and hunting dogs, but the gentle giant was nothing like his ancestors. He trapesed around the park every morning with his clumsy oversized paws and a tail that never seemed to stop wagging. A sunshiny yellow collar sat around his neck with a leash connecting him to his owner, a curly headed man with kind eyes.

She had built a rapport with Jagger over time, always willing to spare a few of the treats she kept in her pocket for her own dogs, Annie and Hallie. The pair of speckled Dalmations always looked up to give her a disappointed look that seemed to ask “Why are you giving our cookies away, Mom?” when she offered the chicken flavored morsels to the charming brute. She would lean down (not very far due to his massive size),  give him two cookies, a scratch behind the ear, and a kiss to his forehead every morning, murmuring a “Good morning buddy.”

𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓   |    𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 24.0k

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 : in all honesty, i can’t believe that this day has come. the last part of checkmate. i would just like to thank everyone who has given this fic all of the love over the past three months and supported me through the trials and tribulations of writing it. i hope that you have all loved this fic and chessrry as much as i have, words really can’t explain it. please let me know if you’ve enjoyed reading! 

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : sexual content, explicit language and sadness because it’s the end of the chessrry universe. 

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐕𝐈 here

The light slipped through the gap in the curtains, the early morning light dancing over the naked skin of the two bodies that laid in the bed. It wasn’t the first time the morning light had seen the two of them this way, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. YN’s head rest on the naked skin of Harry’s chest, her leg slipped between the two of his as his fingertips softly run over the skin of her bare arm. The duvet that should be there to preserve the heat between the two of them rested just to the small of her back, covering up the majority of their modesty whilst they laid there, without a care in the world other than each other. The room was theirs, and this time together was there and nothing else mattered apart from each other and the feelings they had for each other. 

YN lifted her head up so that she was looking directly at him, tilting her head to the side. She couldn’t help but lean forward and place her lips on his, a small grin on each of their lips. 

“Have you had many girlfriends?” It probably wasn’t the best question to ask, but she was curious — and curiosity sometimes got the better of her, “You don’t have to tell me, but if you want to, you can.” 

Harry studied her intently for a while, looking at her as if she’s got three heads for a second before seemingly snapping out of it, “Why do you want to know that?” 

A/N: Hi lovelies! I hope you are all doing well! I wanted to take a moment to educate you all on something important to me. For the past few months the farmers in India have been protesting new bills that inhibit them from making a livable wage. This affects ~60% of their population and these protests have been named the largest protests in the history of the world. Please take the time to educate yourself and others around you on this topic and donate if you can! @Khalsa_aid (website KhalsaAid.org) is a humanitarian group that donates supplies to all sorts of causes including the BLM movement, natural disasters, refugees, & now the farmers’ protest. They work to get their supplies to anyone who needs them and do an amazing job! They were also nominated for a Nobel Peace Prize this year! Please stay safe and take care of yourself and those you encounter!! <3

Now as for this story, this is the longest piece I have ever written– over 2x the length of my last longest story– and it’s based on a character from a similar background of mine, so I hold it close to my heart. Thank you to @tbslenthusiast​ and @gucciwins​ for reading over this for me!! Reblogs, asks, comments, and likes are all appreciated! Thank you and happy reading!

Word count: ~15.6K

Warnings: invasive aunties, 18+ (smut– if you’re uncomfortable with reading there is a ~~~ before and after the scene)

Part One - When Cici Met Harry

a/n: the time has come to share eye doctor!harry with you! I’m not sure how many parts this will be, but all future parts will be on patreon exclusively. Part one does work as a stand alone, so if you’re not able to subscribe on patreon, you can still enjoy this part. PLEASE REBLOG AND GIVE FEEDBACK!!! (somewhat proofread)

Warnings: angst, fluff, yearning (there is a scene where Cici almost gets taken advantage of by someone else sexually, she doesn’t, but it almost happens!)

Words: 19.5K

Pairing: Dr. Harry Styles x OC (Cici Bates)

Masterpost

“You want to be an eye doctor?”

“You know you’ll have to help people with pink-eye, right?”

“Why are glasses so expensive, even with insurance?!”

“You want to operate on eyeballs?! That’s disgusting!”

These were just a few of the questions that people had asked Cici Bates during undergrad. Well, it was what the frat guys would ask her mockingly at parties. She’d just roll her eyes at them and walk away. A lot of the other students in her classes want to go off to be brain surgeons, or doctors in general medicine, but Cici wanted to be an ophthalmologist, or in simpler terms, an eye doctor.

(from the My Girl Series: Stay Mine)

…in which they live happily ever after.

Word count: 5.9k

AU: actor!harry, older!harry, younger!y/n (4-year age gap).

Wattpad link (Thea as Y/N)

This is it, guys. This is the last chapter. Thank you for following my beloved characters on this long journey. I never would have written three books without your support! :)

Love, Allie.

P/S: The first preview of TCTM2 - The Winter and the Crown (and first chapter on Patreon) is this Friday! I’ll postpone the new series until after TCTM2 so it’ll be updated weekly instead of biweekly :)

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“And they lived happily ever after. The end.”

“No!”

*Thx so much for reading! c: There are now several parts you can read here:   2    3    4 

Blurb Synopsis: You had been subbing for Mr. Styles for the last couple of months, but you’ve yet to meet him. The notes you leave for each other have sparked a friendship, leading you to want more, and you wonder if he does too.

Genre: Teacher Harry, lots of fluff, friendship, and maybe even some romance? ;) 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 5.5k words

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Music Inspo: Green Eyes by Coldplay (click to listen)

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His shelves were full of F. Scott Fitzgerald, Rumi, and Charles Bukowski. His desk was covered in scribbled Post-It notes, Bit-O-Honey wrappers, and empty mugs of tea. 

This is what you noticed the first few times you subbed in his classroom. 

These were the only details you knew about the man whose face you’ve never seen. As you gradually began to substitute for his high school English classes more and more, you learned about him more. This was due to his students, and his personal belongings. 

What he didn’t and didn’t like: all the way from no fringes on a notebook paper, no red pen ever because that was his grading color, no using the word ‘can’t’ in his class, and students can eat all the snacks they want as long as the trash goes in the bin where it belongs. 

The CDs in a stack on the shelf told you which ones he actually listened to because they were the ones that were on top and without dust. 

You learned that the pristine book on his desk was never the one he was reading. No, it was the weathered and used copy beside his mug with dog-eared pages and penciled notes. 

His drawers told you another story with their contents: boxes of teas ranging from peach to vanilla macaron, journals filled to the brim with words, adult coloring books with tv show themes, and books on Van Gogh and Monet hinting at his artsy background. His students slowly warmed up to you, and through them, so did he. 

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Drunk!Harry Fluff!

Word count: 2K

A/N: Hi all! This is some drunk boyfriend harry fluff that I just love sm. It’s based off of “One Day” by Catie Turner (I highly recommend listening to it!!) More of my writing can be found in my masterlist and I would love to hear what you think in my ask! Thank you so much for reading! 

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Harry was the life of the party when he wanted to be. He knew how to let loose, with a tequila on the rocks in one hand and a beer in the other, ready to party until he (literally) dropped. He always ended up on some sort of elevated surface like a teenage girl, usually a kitchen island or an absurdly expensive coffee table, singing along to whatever music was playing, magically knowing every word to whatever came over the speakers. Sometimes he would get lost in the winding corridors of the massive mansions his friends lived in, taking a wrong turn in his enhibrated state and ending up somewhere he definitely wasn’t supposed to be. There was also one time he jumped off a (thankfully low) roof into the swimming pool below.

But usually, he was calm, cool, and collected; gently sipping on a single drink he would nurse for most of the night. The two of you liked to sit and watch during these parties, his hand settling securely on your waist, keeping you close to him and away from the chaos that unfolded before you. You would curl up on a couch somewhere and just watch it all play out like it was an observational study, often giving commentary and ranking people and their drunk dancing out of 10.

“I feel like we’re the mean girls in the corner of the cafeteria who just sit and silently judge everyone around them,” you would giggle, nuzzling yourself further into his side.

“That’s because we are the mean girls in the corner judging everyone around them, sweetheart” he would reply, in a slightly buzzed drawl.

But tonight was not one of those nights. And Harry had ended up standing on top of the dining room table scream-singing ABBA at the top of his lungs.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Genre: Enemies To Lovers (with a twist)

Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: You hate Harry more than you’ve ever hated anyone else, and he feels the same (or does he?). The people around you see the interactions that the two of you have and believe that you’re a match made in heaven, but you can’t see it, and you doubt he can either. When he’s the last option to help you with a project that you’re working on, things are either going to go very well, or they’re going to crash and burn.

Warning(s): alcohol, cursing, kink talk, angst, sadness, innuendos, tension, a set of lovers trying to convince two people that they’re meant for one another, fluff

A/N: this was originally a piece written for a writing challenge but that’s been cancelled (i love u liv take your time i will still participate in any and every wc you ever do bb) so this is now just another piece haha!! Thank you to @tbslenthusiast​ and @harrysclementines​ for letting me know that this piece wasn’t as bad as i thought it was (literally forever ago like…. i wrote this a long time ago lmao)!!! Also thank you to @kiwismoon​ for letting me send you parts of the fic and scream about how much i hate myself for writing things like i did!!!

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Relaxing.

That’s what you were supposed to be doing tonight. You’ve been stressed out about the article that was due in less than a week and you were in need of a night out with your friends. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t find the inspiration to write the piece. Plus, you had been completely swamped with your school work. Even though you were still in college, you had gotten a job as a writer and chosen to take online classes. 

Sarah had suggested that you and her go out and have a few drinks. That had quickly developed into you, her, and Mitch. Then your ‘friend’ Michelle was added into the mix.