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IM HAVING A HARRY STYLES BREAKDOWN LOOK AWAAAAAAAY

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Letters for Harry
Harry and Y/N texting. Or better yet, writing letters to each other.
Dear Harry,Â
Remember when you wrote me a letter in High School? I was reading it today. Not only your letter but everyone that wrote me that year. Well, yours is the most special which is weird âcause we were never actually close back then and we are even more distant right now.Â
Almost 10 years later and I still had goosebumps reading your words (you have always been a great writer), funny right? Iâm not quite sure why, but I guess I had a big secret crush on you and reading your letter made me remeber those times. Or maybe âcause your words make me feel special somehow. You said and I quote âPS: You were the most stunning woman in prom. Iâm sorry I didnât say it in person, but your eyes intimidate me -in a good wayâÂ
Well, I hope you reply and that this letter isnât uncomfortable to you.Â
All the Love, Y/N
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Dear Y/N,
Yes, I remember and Iâm glad it makes you feel special! You are a special person, at least what i remember of you. Your eyes always intimidated me and I can remember that very well for some reason. You staring right deep into my eyes while we were talking about something unimportant. I donât know how you can do that without feeling embarassed. I wish I could do that.
Well, that moment you stared into my eyes made me realize i had a big secret crush on you too. And now your letter made me feel ridiculous, I shouldâve tried something. Oh, and yes, you were stunning at prom.Â
PS: Iâm sorry Iâm only writing you back 20 days letter, but I accidentally lost your letter between some magazines and books. Iâm glad I read it.
All my heart, Harry
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Dear Harry,Â
If I could go back in time I would. Thereâs this one thing I regret about my teenagehood and thatâs not trying to be with you. I donât think it would work, but at least we wouldâve tried.Â
But I have one question, why did you kiss Claire that night and not me?Â
All the Love, Y/N
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Dear Y/N,
I donât remember why. I was kinda drunk, but I probably did it because I didnât have the courage to do it with you. And yes, I was a pussy. And yes, if I had a time machine this is one of the moments I would go back to and change.Â
And I have one question, why did you kiss Edward that night and not me?
All my heart, Harry
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Dear Harry,Â
To make you jealous. Did it work?
All the Love, Y/N
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Dear Y/N,
Yes. I had a nightmare one day that you and Edward were married now, I hope this is not true because I want to take you on a date, if thatâs okay.
All my heart, Harry
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Dear Harry,Â
I would love to.Â
All the Love, Y/N
A sunny night of sleep
It was very late but they couldnât stop talking. They were at her house and it was a cold night. She was holding on to her purple blanket, her feet were kinda touching his legs âcause they were trying to share the same sofa. Too little for them but they didnât mind at all.Â
Her cat was also trying a warm place to go back to sleep. It was 5 am and they were talking for more than 7 hours straight now. Little smiles, giggles. Everything is fun at the beggining of a romance.
She didnât know if it was a romance, but she liked to call whatever they had like that, because thatâs how she was feeling, trapped inside a romance novel, a romantic comey movie, a love song.
At the background, their favourite music at the moment was playing and Scott McKenzie was singing âIf youâre going to San Francisco be sure to wear some flowers in your hairâ
Funny or not, he had just came back from a trip to the sunny city of San Francisco. Maybe thatâs why that music was kinda magical to both of them.Â
âAre you sleepy?â She asks, hoping that his answer is positive because she is ready to go to bed and have a beautiful night of sleep
âHum⌠Are you?â Harry asks back, knowing what sheâs up to by asking him that question.
âA littleâ She finally says. He gave her a little smile and stood up, holding Candy, the cat, in his arms.Â
She followed him to her room. The bed was big enough for them both. As they were already on their pajamas, Harry took the liberty to lay down and wait for her there. Her heart was beating fast, that was the first time they were gonna share a bed and that made her think if that made it oficial that they were living a romance.
âWhatâs wrong?â Harry asks, with a funny smile in his face. She loved that cute smile that showed his dimples. Fuck.
âNothingâ She says and joins him in the bed. Candy also tries to find a comfortable place in that enourmous bed.
She lays down and Harry immediatelly pulls his arms around her. The silence in the room made them realize they were going to sleep listening to crown of flowers and sunny cities.
As she closed her eyes, Harry smiled realizing, how lucky he was. Then he leaned back to give her a good night kiss at her cheek.Â
And thatâs what she dreamt about, love and flowers, kisses on the cheek and sunny towns. A sunny night of sleep.
Magical shopping. Butterflies and Summertimes. Green rocks.
Antique shopping. What a lovely way to understand what nostalgia feels like.Â
As i walk trough the halls, i realize my best view isnât any of those objects. As beautiful as they are and as magical they can be, thereâs a pair of green eyes that always gets my attention.Â
But, itâs not just a pair of eyes. Itâs not just green eyes. Thereâs something deep about them i canât quite explain. Itâs like they could read my soul. Maybe thatâs unrealistic but thatâs how i felt when he looked at me and stared for a second or two. It felt like forever.Â
And then he said âAre you gonna buy these?âÂ
Thatâs when i realized i was holding something in my right hand. A necklace.Â
âOhâŚâ I said, a little -or a lot- shaken by his beautiful eyes staring into mine. âI donât knowâ
âI like it, itâs very⌠Thereâs something magical about it, canât quite explainâ He said, as if that necklace was an old friend of his.Â
The rock on the necklaceâs pingent was green. Just like his eyes. Deep.
And he kept staring. At me. I started to feel my cheeks burn. I was never good with flirting an his eyes were just too handsome for me to react properly. Breath in and breath out.
âI guess you are rightâ I said, looking right into the pingent, i could feel something quite magical about that green rock. Maybe because it remembered his eyes, or maybe because it was a portal to another world, or maybe because he made me believe that.
Crazy how i felt like everything was magic that second, with butterflies flying all around and the sunny light burning my skin just right. It was summertime, he was wearing a rock band tâshirt an i was wearing a polka dot green dress.Â
âIâm just saying⌠If youâre not gonna buy it, iâllâ He smiled. Very charming. Maybe he wasnât staring. Maybe he was just mentalizing that i wasnât gonna buy it so he could buy it. But, maybe he was staring. I smiled back.
âYou liked it better than me, you should take itâ I said, handing him the necklace. But he didnât take it from my hands.
âBut i think itâs gonna look better in you than in meâ I couldnât agree less, his eyes were the same color as that rock, it could never be better in my neck than in his.
âI donât agree, you can have itâ I smiled. He finally took it from my hands and nod as a way of saying thank you. For some reason, that gave a lot of butterflies in my stomach.
âIâm HarryâÂ
âIâm Oliviaâ
And the rest of the story you already know. I live for you, I long for you, Olivia.
Hold on to the memories
She woke up in a white room.Â
Not knowing much about what was going on or where she was, but very disturbed about her headache. As she started to get focus on her vision sight, she saw a man, sitting and sleeping in an armchair. It was probably in the middle of the night. She couldnât know.
And then she realized she didnât know. She couldnât remember. What was she doing there, in a hospital bed? The last memory she had was finally getting the keys for their new apartment. Hers and Harryâs.Â
At least she could remember his name. And the day they met each other.Â
They were in a club but she wasnât enjoying much. He stopped next to her in the bar and started looking. His eyes were deep enough to make her feel intimidated. In a good way.
âHeyâ He said and drank the rest of his drink. She was having orange juice, which made her feel a little pathetic.
âHiâ She said back with a smile.
âOrange juice? Itâs a good choice actuallyâ He said as he could read her mind. She felt butteflies in her stomach immediatelly. Fuck.
âThe best drink i must sayâ He laughed. What a great laugh he had. Music to her ears. The soundtrack of a perfect movie.
âIâm Harryâ
She could remember the first time they kissed.
It was New Yearâs day and that was the first one she didnât spend with her family. Even being close to them, she felt great being with Harry. Everything lived with him had a special touch, a magical feeling, like a movie scene or a romantic chapter in a diary.Â
As the fireworks covered up the sky, Harry leaned towards her, making their lips touch, making tis their new year resolution. She couldnât ask for anything more because Harry was the man of her dreams. Straight out of a romantic comedy starring Harry Styles, the man of your dreams.Â
As they kissed, thats how it felt to be a firework, blowing up in excitment, making everything turn into glitter, feeling hot like the stars shining in te sky.
She could remember the first time they said the three magic words: I love you
After being a week away from each other, she felt what was like to really miss someone. Miss the daily routine with someone. Share your biggest moments with someone. Go one dates and walks through the parks with someone. Kiss and hug an have sex with someone. She really missed it all. She really missed him
And he really missed her. Her laugh and he called her cute names. Her non funny jokes. Her voice on his ear. Her kisses on his cheeks. Her lovely way of saying she was tired and wanted to go to bed. Her sexy way of taking her clothes off. He missed it all. And he was gone for just a week.
So as they ran into each other, finally hugging and feeling each others skin, Harry felt it was the right time for saying the most obvious thing he could ever say. He loved her.
âI love youâ She said it first.
But as she looked at him, waking up from his nap, she realized something was different. He looked at her, feeling greateful that she was finally opening her eyes. Those were some dark days, not knowing what was gonna happen, not knowing when or if she was coming back. But there she was, the same eyes as always, bright and blue.
âHey babeâ She whispered âWhat am i doing here?â
âYou were in an accident, but itâs okay nowâ He sad, sitting by her side in her hospital bed. She tried to sit but he didnât let her, scared of doing something that would cause her any harm.
âWhen can i go home?â She asked him, but he didnât know the answer. âI⌠I donât remember⌠What accident?â
âCar accident. It wasnât your fault, I guess⌠You were aloneâÂ
âYou werenât there?â She asked, a little confused. She couldnât picture not sharing everything with him. He was always there.
âNo⌠You⌠You donât remember?â He asked back.Â
âWhat? What i donât remember?â Her heart was beating faster now, that was the scariest experience of her life. Not remembering. Itâs like you donât exist. Or a least a part of you, that something is missing and you donât know what. Thatâs how she was feeling and how scaried she was. Her blue eyes were big and curious, looking right into Harryâs.
âWe broke up a year agoâŚâ He finally sad.Â
âI⌠I donât rememberâ She felt alone. Sad. Angry. Weird. How could she not remember somthing as broking up with the love of her life?Â
All she could remember was him. And then she felt like she didnât remember anything at all.

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teen wolf most iconic moments through the years
teen wolf ends soon and I decided to gather most remembered moments so here they are:
scottâs first big concern was finding his inhaler
void!stiles the most iconic villain of them all tbh
scott giving allison the pen
MOTEL CALIFORNIA EPISODE
allison stealing condom from kate
first line on the show was âstiles what the hell are you doing?!â and honestly i still can relate
lydia martin and her famous âsomeone tried to strangle me and i survived, i donât need to hide thatâ quote
lydia martin in general
derek hale and his constant : / mood
âdeerâ
scottâs unsername AND password was allison
when XXL condom fell from stilesâ pocket and danny was like ( ͥ° ÍĘ ÍĄÂ°)
DUN DUN DUN DUN DUNUNUNUNUNUNUU DUNUNUNUNU [âŚ]
scott turning from beta to the true alpha like wow what a glow up
derek never winning a fight
âmy mom does all the grocery shoppingâ
when scott âfound outâ about stiles killing donovan and they recreated Gotta Go My Own Way song
âi fell in a holeâ
COUSIN MIGUELâŚâŚ FROM MEXICO
âdonât be such a sour wolfâ
 scott mccall is a hot girl
âhave you beEN TIME TRAVELING???â
the lighting in season 3, R.I.P. you are missed
10 year old plan that actually worked holy shit
mieczysĹaw
scott always being switzerland while his friends arguing
isaac wearing a scarf while thereâs 65 degrees out
allison moving to france after 3b ha ha : Â Â )
the jeep being part of the pack
timeline?? what timeline??? what year is it anyway???
âyou held your breathâ
boydâs last excuse to skip school was explosive diarrhea and then he died :(
the fidget spinner tattoo you know what iâm talking about
coach bobby finstock
âMOUNTAIN AAASHHHHHHHâ
maliaâs character development
when they got trapped in a school for a night⌠i c o n i c
lacrosse scenes
scott being like â????????â most of the time
stiles + vending machines
matt and jackson basically being ash and pikachu cosplay
erica walking into a cafeteria
lydiaâs banshee scream
deaton being gretchen weiners of the show, âknows everybodyâs business, he knows everything about everyoneâ
scottâs tattoo
did i mention motel california episode
derekâs backstory :â(
âintenseâ
SCILES SCILES SCILES SCILES
stilesâs bat
when derek gave m&mâs to children on halloween but then he scared them because heâs derek
âbe a vixen kiraâ âokâ *falls down the stairs*
melissa mccall being mom of the year
scott mccall also being mom of the year
âdude itâs beacon hillsâ
every episode
every season
the whole show
feel free to add more
Allison, I love you.
d o   y o u   r e m e m b e r   t h e   l a s t   t h i n g   i   s a i d   t o   y o u ?
#god i miss them

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stiles + research
âYouâre too smart. When have you ever needed instructions ? Stiles, Youâre the one who always figures it out.â âI think you look really beautiful when you cryâ
31 DAYS OF STYDIA: day eight
A/N: Here it is!!! Hope you like it guys, this chapter is a little bit different, tought i could try something else. PS: I celebrated my 18th birthday yesterday w/ my friends and i received a lapdance thats it i know nobody cares but i wanted to share it because it was WEIRD AND COOL (??????)
well anyways.... love you all xx
Word count: 842
31 DAYS OF STYDIA: day one
31 DAYS OF STYDIA: day two/three
31 DAYS OF STYDIA: day four/five
31 DAYS OF STYDIA: day six/seven
Day 08
Stiles loved how Lydia started to plan their life together. He loved when she used the word WE meaning them, together, living in a beautiful yellow house (it could be baby blue if she wanted, but he preferred yellow) with two beautiful kids, or more, and a dog, or a cat. He loved the idea of sharing the bed with her and being really caution to not wake her up when he was going to work in the middle of the night, he also loved the idea of not being able to go to work without giving her a kiss on the forehead.
Stiles loved the idea of having a lot of pictures of them in the living room, and on the stare walls, pictures with Scott and Malia, Liam, Mason, Corey, Hayden, Kira, Derek, Jackson, Ethan, Dani, Isaac⌠And of course Allison. Too many people, maybe Lydia would just make an album and leave it in a precious place inside the wardrobe.
Stiles loved the idea of deciding everything with her, he loved the idea of going to the adoption fair and get back to their house with a beautiful dog, he loved the idea of going to the supermarket, and visiting houses for sale, or just simply deciding between Star Wars and The Notebook (even so she would always win). Stiles loved the idea of sharing his life with her because he knew Lydia was going to share hers with him too.
He kept replaying in his head all the times he fell in love with Lydia a little bit more. And even those times when he thought all that feeling was behind him, she would make him remember she was there. He understood after all of those years, after all theyâve been through, after relationships and almost-dying situations, that he could never love someone like he loved Lydia Martin, because everything he did was for her, he bought a thousand gifts for her birthday, he tried to save her, he even let her be with Jackson because he thought thatâs what she wanted. He tried so hard to help her understand what she was, and he got really proud when she could use her powers and help people. Lydia was smart, and a powerful women. She could rule the world if she wanted to, because she could get anywhere she wanted. Stiles really believed that.
All he wanted in the world was to talk to her every day, look at her every day, built a live with her and never let it go. Never let go of all the times they looked at each other and found strength. Never let go of all the times he almost held her hand, and also the times that he did (and their hands fitted perfectly).
Never let go of all the times he couldnât sleep because he knew she wasnât okay and all Stiles wanted to do was stop her suffering, no matter what was its source. Never let go of all the times they argued, because he loved her face when she was stressed, just for a little bit.
Never let go of all the times they kissed so intensely. Stiles would never forget the feeling, it was almost like he was flying but at the same time he was stuck in the ground and couldnât move. It was the best feeling he ever felt (even so the times she smiled at Stiles and gave him stomach butterflies were really, really good).
Stiles believed everything he could see. But love... love was something different. Love was SOMETHING. He never saw it for a long time, but never stoped believeing in it, and that was the best decision he ever made.Â
Loving Lydia Martin was intense, was ups and downs, sweet and hot, smie and tears, heart beating fast and heart not beating. How could someone make him feel so many things? So many good things?Â
Stiles probably knew every single part of her face, the color of her hair, the color of her eyes, and color of her skin. The color of her soul. Lydia was colourfull.And he was afraid of forgetting sometime. People say that when you are a part from someone for a big time, their traces start disappearing of your mind. Itâs almost like when you wake up from a really great dream, the second you open your eyes you can remember every spiece of what you dreamed, but as time passes by, you start forgetting. Thatâs why he kept a picture of the four of them (Stiles, Lydia, Malia and Scott) inside his wallet, because anytime he thought he was forgetting, ho could just take the photo and remember.
He loved her. Thatâs why being apart was so difficult, and almost impossible. When she went to help him with the apartment in DC he asked Lydia to stay just one time, because he couldnât watch her eyes turn so sad. And thatâs why he thought of going back to Beacon Hills so badly, because she was there.
American Assassin (2017). dir, Michael Cuesta.
Why would I want to ruin your yearbook photo? (requested by @disbestiles)

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âsomeone tried to strangle me and i survived. i donât need to hide that.â
biography â lydia martin [scott] [allison] [stiles]
âi usually have no idea what iâm doing. actually, i always have no idea what iâm doing.â
biography â scott mccall [lydia] [allison] [stiles]