#Harry styles x gf!reader

[nickistuffs]

Almost Perfect, Almost Enough Part 1

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: A heartfelt gift goes terribly wrong, haunted by the weight of unspoken pain.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Angst. self-worth, body image struggles, miscommunication, and emotional disconnect

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Harry always wanted to shower you with gifts. He noticed the little things—the items you left sitting in your online cart, the Pinterest boards filled with outfit inspirations, the way your fingers lingered on certain fabrics or accessories when you accompanied him shopping. He paid attention, memorizing each detail like a quiet devotion.

Anyone would love to be spoiled, and Harry wanted nothing more than to give you everything you desired. But you weren’t like most people. Since you were young, you had learned to weigh the difference between a want and a need, hesitating before indulging in something that wasn’t essential. It wasn’t about depriving yourself; it was just how you were. You lived simply, your wardrobe minimal, your jewelry sparse—something Harry had mistaken for preference rather than restraint.

He didn’t understand at first. He thought maybe you just hadn’t found the right things yet, that you were waiting for something special. So he tried. Little surprises, gifts wrapped carefully in ribbon, things he was sure you’d love. But every time he handed you something new, there was a flicker in your eyes—gratitude, yes, but also hesitation. As if accepting too much made you uneasy. As if love, when materialized, felt heavier than it should.

And that was the part that killed him the most. Because Harry didn’t just want to give you things. He wanted to give you proof—proof that he saw you, that he understood you, that he cherished every small, fleeting moment that made you you.

But maybe love, to you, was never about possession. Maybe it was about presence. And Harry didn’t know how to love you in a way that didn’t feel like giving.

...

That’s when Harry saw it—a beautiful dress, minimal yet sleek, the kind of piece that blended effortlessly into an everyday wardrobe. It wasn’t extravagant or flashy, but it had an understated elegance that reminded him of you.

His fingers traced the fabric, soft and weightless, and for a moment, he could already picture you in it—the way it would drape over your frame, the way you’d instinctively run your hands down the material, testing its feel. He found a size he thought would fit you, holding it up as if trying to convince himself that this, out of everything he had ever wanted to give you, was something you might actually accept.

Because this wasn’t just a gift. It was a quiet understanding, a way of saying, I see you. I know you. And maybe, just maybe, this time, you wouldn’t hesitate to take it.

When he went to the register, he didn’t even glance at the price. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the thought of you wearing it, the way it would complement you so effortlessly. For once, he hoped you wouldn’t overthink it—that you’d simply take it, wear it, and feel even a fraction of the warmth he felt when he thought of you.

...

Harry made a surprise visit to your flat, his excitement practically radiating off him as he greeted you with a quick, eager kiss at the door. His hands found your waist, guiding you backward with effortless ease until the backs of your knees met the couch.

You barely had a moment to process before you noticed the way he was holding something behind his back, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You laughed, tilting your head as you narrowed your eyes at him. “What are you up to now?” you asked, giggling at his antics.

Harry grinned, biting his lip like he was barely holding back his excitement. “Close your eyes,” he murmured, his voice soft but insistent.

Covering your eyes with a playful sigh, you felt the weight of something settle onto your lap—a paper bag, soft and crinkling under your fingers.

"Okay, now open your eyes," Harry murmured, anticipation lacing his voice.

Blinking, you glanced down at the bag, your heart already tightening at the realization. "Harry… you didn’t have to," you said softly, looking up at him with a mixture of fondness and hesitation.

But Harry only shook his head, his smile unwavering. "I wanted to."

With hesitation, you reached into the bag, fingers brushing against the smooth fabric as you carefully pulled out the dress. Your eyes practically sparkled as you took in the design—the simplicity, the elegance, the way it was so perfectly you.

"Wow… this is beautiful, Harry. Thank you," you breathed, holding it up against your chest. But then, as the weight of the gesture sank in, doubt crept in alongside your excitement. "I don’t know if I can accept this..."

Harry, however, only grinned, leaning forward as if to dismiss your uncertainty before it could settle too deep. "No expense spared," he said with that effortless confidence of his. "You deserve everything."

His words were meant to reassure, but they left you feeling slightly off balance. It wasn’t that you weren’t grateful—you were. It was just that, ever since you were a child, you had been taught to refuse gifts, to be mindful of generosity, to say no even when you secretly wanted to say yes.

And now, sitting there with a dress that felt both too much and just right, you found yourself caught between old habits and the undeniable warmth of being seen.

"Go on, try it on for me. Please?" Harry murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. His voice was gentle, but there was a quiet plea beneath it, a hope that you wouldn’t let hesitation win this time.

You hesitated for a second longer, the familiar instinct to decline tugging at you—but then you looked at him. His eyes held nothing but warmth, nothing but the purest intention. He wasn’t trying to overwhelm you. He just wanted to see you in something he knew you’d love.

With a small, breathy laugh, you nodded. "Alright… but only because you asked so nicely."

Harry beamed, stepping back as you stood, dress in hand, already imagining the way his face would light up when you returned.

...

You stepped into your room, closing the door softly behind you. Facing the mirror, you held the dress against your chest, admiring the way the fabric fell effortlessly over your frame. For a moment, excitement bubbled in your chest—you wanted to love this, to let yourself have this moment.

But as you slipped into the dress and reached for the zipper on the side, your heart sank. It wouldn’t go up. No matter how you twisted, tugged, or adjusted, the fabric wouldn’t budge past a certain point.

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach.

Harry had been so excited. You had been excited. And now, instead of feeling beautiful, all you could think about was how you had let yourself believe—just for a moment—that this could be easy, that accepting something so thoughtful wouldn’t come with a sting of self-doubt.

You hated how quickly your mind turned on itself, whispering cruel thoughts. That maybe this was why you never let yourself want things too much. That maybe it was a mistake to let yourself get swept up in the moment.

You exhaled sharply, blinking back the frustration burning in your eyes. Don’t do this. Don’t ruin this.

But now, standing there in a dress that didn’t fit, you weren’t sure how you were supposed to walk back into that room and face Harry without disappointing him.

...

You took a deep breath, fingers gripping the fabric near the stubborn zipper. There was no point in hiding it—not from Harry. You weren’t shy about things like this anymore. You were used to it, to the quiet disappointment of a dress not fitting quite right, to the feeling of something so close to perfect slipping just out of reach.

So you walked out, head held steady, the dress still draped over you as best as it could be. Harry, who had been sitting on the couch, perked up immediately at the sight of you. His eyes flickered with excitement—until they landed on your hands gripping the side, the zipper still undone.

You gave him a small, almost resigned smile. "Looks like I’ve still got to shrink to get into this," you said lightly, trying to turn it into a joke, to keep the air from turning heavy.

Harry didn’t laugh. Instead, he stood up, crossing the room in just a few strides, his brows knitting together in something that wasn’t disappointment—but something else entirely.

"Hey," he said softly, fingers brushing over yours where they held the fabric. "That’s not on you, alright? That’s on the damn dress."

The warmth in his voice made your throat tighten. You weren’t sure what you had expected—maybe some fleeting awkwardness, maybe even guilt on his part for choosing the wrong size. But instead, there was only understanding, only that unwavering way he looked at you like none of this changed a thing.

"We can exchange it," he continued, giving you a small, reassuring grin. "Or we can get it tailored. Or—" He tilted his head, eyes glinting mischievously. "I can just let you keep it open and call it avant-garde."

That pulled a laugh from you, quiet but real. The tension in your shoulders eased, and for the first time since putting the dress on, you allowed yourself to believe that this moment wasn’t ruined—just another part of the story.

"It’s fine, Harry. No need to exchange it," you said, forcing a small smile. "You can return it and get your money back—it’s okay with me."

You tried to keep your tone light, but the words felt heavier than you intended. You glanced down at the fabric in your hands before adding, "Especially from a high-end store… I know they don’t really make sizes for plus-size women like me."

You meant it as a simple fact, something you had come to accept over time—knowing that high-end brands catered to rigid beauty standards, ones that had been set in stone long before you ever had a say in them. They didn’t design for women like you, didn’t want their clothes to be seen on bodies they deemed too much.

But as soon as the words left your mouth, you saw the shift in Harry’s expression—the way his jaw tensed slightly, the way his brows furrowed, as if he was already preparing to argue with you.

"Hey, don’t say that," Harry cut in, his voice gentle but firm. "There are always other clothes we can look at. Ones that actually deserve you."

He said it so easily, like it was the simplest thing in the world. Like the problem wasn’t you—it was the clothes, the brands, the standards you had spent so long making peace with.

But the way he looked at you, unwavering and certain, made you wonder if maybe, just maybe, he was right. But, no

"No need, Harry. Thanks, but no thanks," you said blankly, turning on your heel as you walked back to your room to change.

You didn’t mean for it to sound so cold, but you just wanted this moment to be over. The dress, the conversation, the way his kindness only made the tightness in your chest worse—it was all too much.

But before you could disappear behind the door, his voice stopped you.

"I just wanted to give you something nice, Y/N… is that so bad?"

There was no anger in his tone, no frustration—just something softer, something almost hurt. And that was the worst part of all.

"I never asked you to give me these gifts, Harry," you said, your voice quieter this time, but no less firm. "I didn’t want this dress."

You gestured vaguely around your apartment, a small, lived-in space that was nothing like the world Harry came from. "God, just look at this place. We live very different lifestyles."

It wasn’t just about the dress. It was everything—the way he spent without thinking, the way he wanted to give and give while you had spent your whole life learning how to go without. He moved through the world so effortlessly, while you had always been careful, always conscious.

And standing there now, in an expensive dress that didn’t even fit, you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever truly understand.

"We both understand what it means to work hard for our money," you continued, your voice steady but tired. "But not everyone wants the extravagant life celebrities are always portraying."

You meant it as a simple truth—one you had lived by for as long as you could remember. But as soon as the words left your mouth, you saw something flicker across Harry’s face, something unspoken but unmistakable.

That hurt.

Because that’s what he thought you saw when you looked at him—an A-lister, someone wrapped up in a life of luxury, of excess, of things that didn’t matter to you.

And maybe that was the worst part. No matter how much he tried to show you otherwise, you still believed there was a distance between you that couldn’t be bridged.

You both stood there in silence, the weight of unspoken words settling between you like a barrier neither of you knew how to cross.

Harry’s fingers twitched at his sides, as if he wanted to reach for you but wasn’t sure if he should. His jaw clenched for a second before he exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face.

You, on the other hand, just held onto the fabric of the dress, staring at the floor, feeling the tension wrap around you like a second skin. You hadn’t meant to hurt him. And yet, here you were, watching the light in his eyes dim just a little.

Neither of you knew what to do next. Neither of you knew how to fix this.

Without another word, you turned and stepped into your bedroom, closing the door softly behind you.

Leaning against it for a moment, you let out a slow breath, your fingers tightening around the dress. The excitement you’d felt earlier had long since faded, replaced with something heavier—something you couldn’t quite name.

You changed quickly, slipping back into your usual clothes, ones that felt safer, less complicated. But even as you shed the dress, the weight of the moment still clung to you.

Outside, you could still feel Harry’s presence, still picture the way he had looked at you, caught between understanding and hurt. You hated that look. Hated that you had put it there.

And now, you weren’t sure how to walk back out and face him.

Your breathing was heavy, uneven—shaken by the fear creeping up your spine. Not fear of him, but of what you had just done. Of the way your words had landed, sharp and unintended, leaving behind wounds you couldn’t take back.

Seeing Harry hurt by something you had said—it scared you to death.

With trembling hands, you peeled the dress off, careful, almost reverent, as if letting a single tear fall onto the delicate fabric would shatter whatever was left of this moment.

But it was already ruined. The excitement, the warmth, the way he had looked at you like you deserved nice things—it was all gone now, slipping through your fingers before you even had the chance to hold onto it.

The only thing you could think about was how much you had hurt him.

It replayed over and over in your mind—the way his expression had shifted, how his eyes dimmed just slightly, the subtle tension in his posture as if he was bracing himself for more. You had never wanted to push him away, never wanted to make him feel like his kindness was unwelcome.

But you had.

And now, standing there in the quiet of your room, staring at the paper bag the dress had come in, you wondered if you had just ruined more than just this moment.

Harry was surprised—he had never seen or heard you say anything mean before. Not to him, not to anyone.

But tonight, your words had cut, not because they were cruel, but because they carried something deeper—something sharp with exhaustion, with walls built from years of disappointment. And maybe that’s what hurt the most.

He didn’t know if he should leave or stay.

Part of him wanted to give you space, to let you sit with your thoughts and breathe. But another part—the stronger part—couldn’t bear the idea of walking away, of letting this moment settle between you like something permanent.

So he stood there, unmoving, caught between his instinct to hold on and his fear that maybe, this time, you wanted him to let go.

You took deep, shaky breaths, but it didn’t help. The memories came rushing back, uninvited and relentless—voices from the past whispering, taunting, telling you to be slimmer, to take up less space, to mold yourself into whatever version of acceptable they had decided for you.

Your chest tightened, anger and hurt tangling together until you couldn’t tell which was stronger. It made your head spin, made your fingers curl into fists at your sides.

You thought you had buried this. Thought you had learned to live past it. But here you were, standing in your bedroom, a beautiful dress in your hands, and all you could feel was that same suffocating weight of never being enough—or maybe, being too much.

Gripping the paper bag tightly as if it could steady you. The weight of the moment pressed down on your chest, but you knew you couldn’t stay hidden forever.

Harry was still out there, waiting.

You weren’t sure what you were going to say, or if anything could fix the tension lingering between you, but you had to face him. Swallowing hard, you squared your shoulders, steeling yourself before reaching for the door.

Harry’s attention snapped to the door the moment it creaked open. His eyes landed on you—on your rigid posture, the way your fingers clutched that damn dress like it was something heavier than fabric.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

You just stood there, face to face, the silence stretching between you, thick with everything left unsaid. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—soft, searching—held something that made your throat tighten.

You weren’t sure who was supposed to speak first. Or if words would even be enough.

You held out the paper bag to him, your fingers trembling slightly as you forced yourself to speak.

"I—I’m sorry," you stammered, the words feeling small, pathetic, not nearly enough.

Harry took the bag, but his eyes never left your face—watching, waiting. You couldn’t meet his gaze. Your eyes stayed downcast, focused on anything but him, blinking rapidly to keep the tears at bay. Your chest felt too tight, breaths coming slow and heavy, like each one was a battle.

A beat of silence. Then—

"I’m sorry too," Harry murmured, voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. "I should go."

The finality in his words settled like a stone in your stomach.

Harry didn’t say goodbye. Didn’t spare one last glance.

He just turned, walked to the door, and left.

You heard the way his footsteps picked up, turning into a jog as he made his way to his car—like he couldn’t get out fast enough. Like he just needed to be anywhere but here.

The door shut behind him with a quiet click, but it might as well have been a slam for how final it felt.

And just like that, he was gone.

The moment the door closed, the weight of it all crashed down on you.

A loud, broken sob tore from your throat, your breaths coming in quick, uneven gasps. You pressed a hand to your chest, trying to steady the ache, but it was useless. The dam had burst, and there was no holding it back now.

Tears streamed down your face, silent at first, but then the sobs came harder, louder—shaking your whole body. You didn’t even try to stop them.

Because he was gone. And the worst part?

You weren’t sure if he’d come back.

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I had to, I'm sorry.

[harrywavycurly]

A text with Harry where you’re out and don’t wanna be there anymore?😍

Hiii babes!! I hope you enjoy this, it kinda came out longer than I intended 😂 but it still gives you what you asked for!💖

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Wake n' Bake**

✨Just horny smut ✨

Warning: Drug use (weed), oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, mentions of sex

WC: 1.4k

You were tingling all over as you made your way from the bedroom to Harry’s music room. You saw your dog shoot up from the warm little square on the carpet where the sun always hit right at noon.

“Chill, s’just me, Jojo.” You said comfortingly to your mini schnauzer. And with that he yawned and laid back down. You giggled and then you giggled some more because you had giggled.

Suddenly you could feel every fiber of the soft carpet on your feet and you were very aware of your eyelashes and of the intense pulse of your pussy. You were fucking wet, it tickled a bit between your lips from the all too easy glide. You hummed in satisfaction as you saw him hunched over the piano.

“Hey baby.” He greeted you before you announced yourself. It was amusing to you that he could sense you, you could sense him too.

“Hiya. What’re you up to?”

“Just…seeing if I have anything good…here…” he said as he looked through scribbles of music notes on those pre-staved sheets.

“Mmmm…”

“Did you just wake up?” He asked and you smiled as you came up beside him and gently scratched at his head.

“Yep. Kinda wore me out last night.” You said and he chuckled.

“That’s what she said.” He mumbled very sarcastically.

“It’s true! My arms feel like noodles! Couldn’t even pick up my water jug.” You complained.

“I told you not to try to match my reps” he said with a smirk, you could hear it in his voice.

“Yeah…” you mumbled. “Hey, look at me.” You said and he turned to you and you smiled. But then he smiled wider, his eyes crinkled at the sides and his dimples carved into the spots beside his toothy grin.

“Are you high?” He asked in amusement and you giggled and nodded.

“I was listening to the new Kacey Musgraves song when I showered the other night and she said something about “wake & bake” and I’ve never done that before and it sounded so fucking nice. So I proposed to myself to give it a try. So I went to the dispensary yesterday and got myself a rapid onset gummy pack and now I’m really, really high.” You explained and he sputtered on a laugh.

“Yeah, I can see that. Your eyes all are lidded and glassy.” He pointed out, “You didn’t eat before?”

“No. Just brushed my teeth and ate it.”

“So it’s gonna be a long while.”

“God, I hope so.” You said and he chuckled. And after he settled you ran your hand down to his cheek and cupped it in your hand. “I had actually come down here for a purpose, not just to be nosy.” You said and he turned you.

“What d’ya need?” He asked sweetly and you smiled a bit.

“I need you to eat my pussy.” You said candidly and he immediately licked over his lips, “Please. I got so fucking horny. Need you to do it, don’t wanna do it myself.” You said and he stood up and grabbed your face and kissed you. It was a sloppy kiss. You were slightly uncoordinated at the moment and he smiled against your mouth as he brought one of his hands down to your shorts. He patted you over your pussy lightly a few times before pushing the center part aside and sliding his fingers right up against your sticky little folds.

“Fuck…” he chuckled in astonishment.

“I know…” you breathed out a laugh and he smiled up at you before pulling down your shorts. You wiggled out of them as he gathered his sheets of music and placed them on a stand just a couple feet away.

“Get on here.” He said patting the bench and you climbed on, “Sit on there.” He said, eying the piano. You listened and then moments later he was adjusting the bench before bringing it up to the keys and plopping down and proceeding to pull your legs apart.

“Baby…” you whined as he gently blew at your sopping little cunt.

“Don’t whine.” He tutted.

“Please… I need you to lick it. Please, Har. Please, baby.” You whined desperately.

“I will, baby. I will.” He appeased you as he got an eyeful of your glistening labia. You were so fucking pretty. Your skin so soft and tender and warm. You smelled nice too, he loved it when he could smell it on his own light beard for the rest of the day until he washed his face at night. You called him gross for it, but he didn’t give a damn. He was proud of wearing you on him like that.

With that image in mind he leaned in and took his first big lick. Bottom to top he laved his tongue slowly, catching every single sensitive bit on you. Your hips stuttered and you hissed as the pleasure rolled through you. It felt more intense now, you could feel the waves rippling down your legs and tickling down your feet. Then he licked over your clit and your head hung back as you moaned softly.

“Yeah baby, right there!” You encouraged him, hips grinding up against him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer as he lapped down to your entrance and wiggled his tongue in. The pretty little tip of his nose bumped your clit over and over as his hot tongue plunged inside of you. “Damn…damn, you’re so fucking good, baby. Fuck I’m already getting close.” You rushed out before moaning again. Your tummy was starting to tighten up and he moved away and then sunk two fingers into you without a warning. You moaned and furrowed your brows as he hooked them into your g-spot right away. “Oh god, yes!” You mewled and he groaned before starting to flick at your clit with his tongue.

Your eyes rolled back as your body started to tense up. You felt your thighs and abs quivering, the sounds of his fingers plunging into you slow and deep were getting more and more distinguishable. He then started to suck on your puffy, little clit until your brain spazzed out. You swear you forgot to breathe as the tingles became so unbearable that they burst from deep in your core and out to the rest of your body.

“Fuck, baby! Fuck, baby! I’m coming so hard!” You whimpered, “No! No! Keep going!” you pleaded pathetically when he started to slow down. “Make me come again, daddy! I need to come some more.” You begged and he groaned and went faster.

You started to tremble again as he slurped on your over sensitive clit and fucked you with his fingers until your cum started to drip down his forearm.

“Shit!” He cursed lowly and quickly picked you up to get you off the piano. You whined at the emptiness but moments later you were on the ground and he was burying his fingers back into you and rubbing them around before he started to fuck you again. “Come for me, baby. Give me another one.”

You started to wither moments later. And once again he picked up the pace, going harder than before and next thing you knew, your breath was hitching and you were frozen as the most overwhelming pressure piqued inside of you. Your legs fell open wide and you started to squirt.

“Fuck yeah, baby…good, girl. Make a mess f’me.” Harry mumbled lowly against you as the intense spurts started to dwindle. You immediately started to tremble in over stimulation and he laughed before engulfing your clit between his lips.

“Harry! Fuuuuuck!” You shrieked and he was smiling as your eyes welled up and you squeezed them shut before you started to come. You gasped and writhed and sobbed as he held you down and forced you through that orgasm. “Please…please, I can’t stand it!” You whispered pitifully and he started to lighten up. “Oh my god…thank you. Thank you…” you panted as he lapped at you very gently.

“Course, baby.” He whispered before kissing your mound. He helped you sit up and then pulled you into his arms. His cheek was smushed into your head, “You should get high more. Like how horny you get.” He said snd you giggled.

“Honestly, me too.” You concluded, “Do you want to go have sex? Really erotic sex?”

“Yes, but I wanna be high too.” He said and you smiled. “Can I come inside you?” He asked with a hopeful grin and you pressed your forehead into his and nodded.

“Yeah, I’d really love that actually.” You hummed and he smirked.

“Of course you would.” He chuckled and kissed your head. “C’mon, let’s get back in bed then so I can stuff your slutty pussy full.”

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[harry-styles-obsessed]

Take my medicine

Request: please please PLEASE DO SOME ANGSTY SMUT PLEASE IM BEGGING ON MY HANDS AND KNEES

Warnings: smut, face fucking, hair pulling, degradation, praise, female and male receiving, edging, drool/ spit.

A/N: as you wish anon… (; I enjoy how feral some of you all are because same… I went kinda feral with this one kinda just remembering how I heard medicine live. Who knew a man could make me scream so loud🤭🤭🤭 this one shot literally does not have a plot I just wrote and it came out… like this? Enjoy!

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“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” Harry’s voice was annoyed his brows raised as he kept his eyes on you. You and him had been in a fake “relationship” for over two months now and it was starting to get to you. You were both acting so lovey dovey, he was all over practically you all the time for publicity but in the end you never got anything. You never got touched. You never got kissed meaningfully. You only got your hand held which was just stupid. You didn’t want the sentimental things, you wanted to be put in your place— you wanted to lose control. You wanted Harry to control you.

“Are you really that daft Harry?” You raised your voice at him and he stared at you annoyed, his back straightening and he exhaled “do enlighten me darling.” He kept a stoic look on his face and you glared into his eyes, a few steps between you both but the tension remained thick. Constant. Never ending. “You hug me and touch me when we’re in front of the cameras and when we’re alone you act like… you act like this!” You waved your hands about, realisation settling upon Harry’s face as he studied you carefully. Were you really in need of being touched by him? How flattering.

“I don’t want our relationship to be fake! I want us to mean something! I don’t want to feel like a thing someone can pass around I just want to feel loved!” You were spiralling into a complete meltdown, practically yelling the same thing over and over again at him watching as he slowly got closer to you before his hand came up to cup against your cheek before he leaned in capturing your lips in a deep sensual kiss, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, as you melted into the kiss body dropping slightly as you tried to move into his body- wanting his lips upon yours forever. He then eventually pulled away, you breathing more soflty “we signed a contract, y/n…” “it hasn’t stopped you any other time.” You quickly bit back at the number of girls he had slept with and “fake relationships” he had, had.

He let out a small chuckle lightly stroking his thumb against your lower lip as he studied you carefully before he shook his head “you’re unbelievable.” He slowly pulled your lower lip down his own lips parting as he admired your pretty lips watching as your plump lip finally snapped back into place “Harry please…” you whispered his green eyes studying you carefully, analysing every part of you before he hummed- he really didn’t realise how much you needed him. How desperate you were for him. It was sweet really… cute even. “Please.” You whispered again and he smirked “please show me you love me even if you don’t mean it… please.”

He didn’t let you say another word as he kissed you deeply, your hands coming up to wrap around his neck, hands playing with his hair as he gripped onto your hips pulling your waist into him as he leaned you into the nearby wall the sound of heavy breathing and you both making out being the only sound audible for a while before Harry’s hand snuck into your hair grasping onto your hair so he could yank your head backwards lowering his lips to your throat as he scattered kisses against your skin keeping a tight grip on your hair as you whined softly feeling your pussy flutter desperately. “What do you want? What do you need, hm?” “You” you whispered desperately fully submitting yourself to him and a soft chuckle left his lips, before his grip on your hair loosened making you whine in disappointment,

“Down.” He commanded you, your eyes widening slightly that disappointment disappearing into nothingness as your knees practically buckled beneath you as you allowed yourself to fall to your knees gazing up at him through your lashes your eyes wide and hungry, desperate for him. You watched as he unbuckled his belt, before pulling his jeans down and his boxers as he took his cock into his hand beginning to pump up and down, pre-cum spilling out of the tip as you watched with wide excited eyes “you want me to fuck your face?” He questioned the lewd words making your body throb with excitement and you nodded desperately making him chuckle “use your words.” You blinked slightly dumbfounded “yes… please…”

He seemed satisfied with your words before he gripped onto your hair tightly grabbing a fistful of it and yanking it into a makeshift pony tail before he without even warning you slid his cock into your mouth- the head hitting the back of your throat making you gag and moan all at once, Harry groaning slightly as he tilted his head back in pleasure his eyes fluttering shut momentarily only to focus back down on you, tightening his grip before he began to move his hips along with your head, forcing your head to bob up and down over and over again as his hips moved in time with your head— every time your head moved forwards he’d thrust in deeper, drool practically escaping from your mouth as it dribbled down your chin as he continued to fuck your mouth his grip on your hair not letting up as you continued moaning desperately, one of your hands reaching down to begin to play with yourself as your body rocked with every movement of his, his eyes watching you

“You can play…” his words were gruff and commanding “but you can’t cum. Not until I tell you, you can.” You were a moaning gagging mess but still you listened, sliding two fingers into your pussy and pumping them in and out your slick wet cunt, your fingers easily pumping in and out Harry watching the pleasure build up within you and fuck was it beautiful, the way your mouth massaged his cock so well and the way your mouth was full and eyes rolling into the back of your head every so often had Harry weak at the knees and before he could’ve even stopped himself he was coming, hard right in your mouth, you moaning as he rode out his own orgasm yet his eyes remained watching you carefully watching as your hips bucked your moans growing louder, sending more vibrations through his cock “fuck-“ he tightened his grip on your hair watching as your face twisted and he pulled out of your mouth “stop.” He commanded your fingers halting before removing themselves from your aching heat “Harry please…” “shh. Good girl. Get up. Go lay down on the bed.”

You could barely stand but you did managed to with his help as you wobbled over to the bed, thighs trembling, before you collapsed down onto the bed, the bed creaking as Harry crawled towards you his hands instantly pressing against your thighs spreading your legs further apart as he lowered down to your heat which was clenching around nothing, desperate, he chuckled “needy hm?” You nodded fervently and Harry wasted no time in licking a strip up your pussy before he took your clit in between his lip, sucking and nipping as your hips bucked whines leaving your lips as you breathed heavily two of his fingers inserting into your pussy as he thrusted his fingers in and out of you curling them every so often at such an angle they continuously hit your G-spot over and over again, making your hips squirm and Buck your breathing heavy. Harry fluttered his tongue against your clit over and over again as you whined, him feeling the way you clenched around his fingers and he removed his fingers immediately “ah ah ah… patience y/n… patience…” he spoke before standing from the bed, making you whine, watching as he moved to crouch by the bed somerhing opening before you heard a familiar low buzzing seeing a familiar vibrator held in his hand

“Harry what the fuc-“ “mind your language, y/n. Shh… we’re in a relationship. We’re exploring one another aren’t we?” He chuckled softly before settling in between your thighs again the vibrator on the highest setting which instantly made it impossible to hold back, Harry holding it there with one hand his other hand tracing along your pussy as his tongue soon delved into your heat, tongue fucking you so deeply you were certain you were seeing stars— hell you couldn’t remember your own name at one point, screams and cries beginning to leave your lips as he kept the vibrator pressed to your clit “cum… cum right fucking now.” He demanded and as you let yourself go, Harry admired you, watching how beautiful you looked. How perfect you looked. And as he helped you ride your orgasm out he smirked slightly, until eventually your shaking thighs fell limp, your body relaxing- satisfied… eyes soon watching as he hovered above you, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss

“I love you.” He murmured into your lips, before pulling back to look into your eyes “and I mean it… I always mean it.” He cupped your cheek in his hand before capturing your lips in another deep sensual kiss. Maybe this little fake relationship would turn into a much bigger problem for the both of you.

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` A FINE LINE !

-> synopsis : this is like the fratus harry (2012) era and harry being at the start of his career is of course busy which distances him away from you

⚠️ : use of y/n, hugging? idk, swearing, not proof read, fighting. if there is anything else I missed please tell me! (act as if they have a house tg or smth)

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Sitting on the bed with nothing to do, you've practically finished everything.. all your due papers? done. Bedroom? cleaned spotless! While your boyfriend is downstairs working on lyrics for his album.

Of course you're happy and super grateful that his dream came true and he's finally is in a band which is blowing up more by the second, but sometimes you wish you could have your boyfriend back, the one that made you laugh and cuddled with you.. went on, what you both called, "adventures" even though they really weren't.

But they made memories, ones that you were thinking about laying on the bed, while your boyfriend's downstairs. It felt as if you two were complete strangers now. You wanted your harry back, so as you get up and go downstairs you hope it won't end up badly.

"Harry?" you spoke, voice almost echoing from the silence. You go to the living room and there he is, harry sitting on the couch laptop in his lap as his fingers tap on the keyboard mouse.

"Yes? what do you want?" his voice cold probably from the exhaustion he's enduring. "I- um was just checking up on you.. We haven't hung out in a while.." you mumble the last part out as his attention diverts to you "Well I'm working, so could you please just fucking leave me alone and let me focus?!" his voice loud, bouncing off of every wall in the house.

"I wasn't trying to distract you harry! I mean I've been keeping up with this shit for 2 months!" you yell back, all the thoughts and feelings you've had being spilled out. "As if I want to be only working all the fucking time and not hang out with you! I mean you have it easy, I haven't been able to sleep in a week!" he screams back.

"Fuck you harry! you're so insensitive you don't wanna even consider that I feel terrible that you haven't slept in weeks or that your eyes have been glued to that screen! I miss you! and you don't wanna even consider my feelings!" you pour out, regretting everything you said, eyes twitching as tears start to form.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-" your cut off by harry's voice, weak and guilt full, "No.. No you were right, I was insensitive and I'm so fucking sorry for that.. I've been an absolute dick, but I just want to prove myself y'know? I'm sorry for.. everything, I miss you too" he says getting up and wrapping his arms around you, holding you in his warmth

"I'm sorry too, for not understanding you sooner.. I've just missed you alot and baby you don't need to prove yourself, you're amazing and if anyone can't see that they're stupid" you giggle, a smile forming on his face as he nuzzles his face deeper in your neck. "I was just scared of you leav-" he confesses as you shush him

"We'll be alright.." you pause "Now how about we make dinner? because chips and water is not a good diet" he laughs as you both go to the kitchen.

a/n : this is ass ik I HATE ITTT

[cherryblossomwriting]

Dream come true

Summary: “Harry finds Y/N reading smut about him on Tumblr”

W.C: 1751 (Ummm ... .I was gonna make this short but guess I got carried away, anyways enjoy!!)

Tags: Singer!Boyfriend!Harry x Shy!Girlfriend!Y/n 

Note: I don't know if this really classifies as somnophilia but I guess I'll mention it anyways. 

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“Hey babe, whatcha doing?” Harry asked as he entered our shared bedroom. “N-nothing” Y/n said as she quickly switched off her phone and threw it to the bed. “That was weird. Anyways, do you want to watch a movie? I know I've been busy with the album lately and figured I couldn’t spend a lot of time with you these past few weeks.” he asked sweetly. “Sure babe. What do you wanna watch?” I asked. “The notebook?” he asked. “We have already watched it like 50 times, baby. But sure!” 

Harry and Y/n were seated on the couch. Harry was watching the movie, while Y/n was distracted on her phone AGAIN. Harry’s eyes travelled towards Y/n, seeing the slight smirk on her face while she was doing something on her phone. Harry got suspicious. A thousand thoughts swirling in his head. “Is she cheating on me? Just because I have been busy these few weeks she decides to cheat on me? Am I not good enough for her? I love her with all my being, please I hope she isn't cheating on me.” He shook off all the negative thoughts and went back to watching the movie. After about half an hour, he hears soft snores besides him, seeing y/n already fast asleep. “God, she looks prettier than the angels in heaven,” he thought to himself. When he saw her phone on the side of her right hand, he just couldn't help himself but find out what has got her attention for so long now. Now don't get him wrong, he is not the kind of person to check his girlfriend's phone but he couldn't help himself. When he swiped up, her phone unlocked to the thing that has got her so distracted. He was not expecting what his eyes just witnessed. Harry heaved a sigh of relief when he realised it wasn't a guy that had got her so distracted but rather it was….. Tumblr. Harry always knew Y/n was a book person. So he didn't care to read the book she was reading. But before he could switch off the phone and kiss Y/n (because she wasn't cheating on him), something on her phone caught his attention. Which was…. His name in the book she was reading. He quickly figured out that it was in fact not a book that she was reading but it was smut that too written about him!  A smirk formed on his face. Fuck he has bever felt this horny and narcissistic in his life. Nothing gets him going as much as knowing that his girlfriend likes getting off his smut. All his life, Harry knows he has been smoking hot and he is also aware of how a lot of his fans and admirers write smut about him. Although he has not liked being sexualised so much all his life, knowing his not-so-innocent girlfriend likes to read about him has him on a chokehold right now. 

He decides to read the smut. “Harry ties you up to the bed with ropes, as his ring-clad fingers find their way to your delicate neck. He chokes you as his other hand, travels down to your soaked panties. He fingers you till you moan out with pleasure. He then fucks you hard and fast with his big, thick and girthy cock. He cums so much in your that your little pussy couldn't take it all. He quickly grabs a pussy plug and stuffs it in you to keep his creamy cum inside your pussy.” Harry’s eyes widen as he reads all of this. He is shocked at the fact that you like to read such stuff. You were always shy and coy in front of him. You and Harry have an amazing sex life but it is not very kinky. You were into a lot of kinks but were just too shy to bring it up to him. Although you knew he would never say no to you, you just didn't want to bombard him with a lot of things. So your next best solution was to read kinky smuts about him and get yourself off to them. Harry never thought of you as being a kinky girl. You were shy and loved reading books, so he assumed you were the kind of girl who liked when a man “makes love to you” rather than “fucking you.” 

Harry had a devilish idea. He decided to surprise you by recreating the exact scene written in the smut. So he decided to carefully carry your bridal style and take you to your shared bedroom. He gently places you on the bed and you stir onto your side, not caring too much because you were too sleepy. Harry didn't really have rope at home, but decided to get his ties and tie you up with it. He ties both your wrists to the bed with his black tie. He decides to wake you up by choking you. He starts off gentle just to make sure you are comfortable with it. His fingers reach upto your neck and his fingers press around the sides of your neck. Felling a bit of pressure on your neck, you open your eyes to see Harry with a devilish smirk on his face. “What are you doing baby?” you said with a small smile on your face. “Giving you exactly what you wished for, baby. Didn't know my love liked to be treated like a used, cheap whore. Open your mouth, NOW.” You were a bit confused as to what he was talking about but you didn't care at the moment. You were liking this dominant side of him. You quickly opened your mouth. Harry pulled down his brief to free his hard cock. The tip was red, hot and angry. It was leaking with his precum. “Already salivating like a ready slut. If I knew how kinky you were earlier I would have stuffed you with my cock harder.” 

He soon pushed his cock in your mouth, not giving you enough time to get used to it. He pulled out completely and then quickly pushed his entire cock back inside, causing you to gag around it. “You better not gag bitch, you asked for this. You like taking big cocks in your slutty, little mouth, don't ya?” he said. 

After fucking his cock in your mouth for a while, he decides to finger you like it was mentioned in the smut. He pulls his cock out from your mouth and you groan at the loss of contact. “I don't want to come in your mouth, I will fill that tight, little pussy of yours, but before that I have to get you all wet and ready for me.” He spreads your legs open and groans as he sees a dark patch in the crotch area of your light pink colour panties. “Didn't know sucking my cock gets you so wet, baby” He licks the wet spot on the panties, moaning at the taste of you. He hooks his fingers in your panties and tears them open. You have never seen this wild side of him so you weren't used to it but you definitely weren't complaining. He starts licking you while he enters one of his fingers in your pussy. He slowly starts fucking it in and out of you. He soon adds one more and then one more and then one more till he has four of his fingers in you. “You are taking my fingers like a champ, baby. Don't even need lube for it," he compliments you. He is plunging his fingers in your at you speed that didn't even seem humanly possible. You come so hard you swear you saw the stars. It was almost like you had blacked out with pleasure. When you opened your eyes, you saw Harry covered in your juices. Did you just squirt? None of your ex-boyfriends were able to make you come let alone squirt. Harry seemed so proud of you and himself. “Didn't know she was a squirter too,” Harry comments.  

He couldn't handle the heat, so he stuffed his cock in one quick motion inside you. Both of you were on cloud 9. You never realised how sexy his moans sounded. So manly yet soft. He looks at the place where his cock and your pussy were connected. His eyes roll to the back of his head, when he sees a mixture of your cum and his pre-cum forming a white, creamy ring at the base of his cock. You come for the second time that night. Snapping his hips in you, he soon cums hard. All his stress and tension for the past few weeks left his body as he fills you up. He slowly pulls out as he watches his cum drip out of your sensitive hole. He quickly grabs the pussy plug (like mentioned in the smut) and inserts it in your pussy to keep his cum in there for the night. “Want to keep my cum in you for the night. So when you wake up and are not able to walk you will be reminded of who fucked you so hard last night. You soon realised that he had recreated the scene from the smut you were reading earlier. Your eyes widened as you realised. “Did you read the sm-” before you could complete the sentence, he answers with a quick yes. “Are you mad?” you asked him kind of terrified. “Why would I be made, baby? It kind of turned me on to be honest. Also, it did lead to the best sex I have ever had.” he casually answers as he takes your head and rests it on his chest. “Yeah, I never knew I could squirt honestly,” you said shyly. “Well, what can I say, they don't write smut about me just like that. I am quite talented and gifted in bed.” he said boasting about himself. “That is true, H.” you said. “How about we start recreating some of your other favourite smuts too?” he asked with mischief in his voice. “Really, I feel like I'm dreaming right now. I would love that.” you said as you kissed his soft lips. You soon fell asleep to the sound of his heart beat. He kisses the top of your head with a bright smile on his face knowing he had found his perfect woman for life.         

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(Note: I am accepting new requests and prompts, so please do send them to me if you want me to write about it. Also let me know what you think in the comments)

Lots of love 

xoxo

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Y/N and Harry being in a band together. She’s the guitarist and he’s the lead singer. They started the band together when they were in college and fell in love with each other in the midst of it.

They would write songs together. Y/N would get jealous of the mystery girl Harry wrote about and vice versa. Not knowing they were writing about each other in every love song.

At some point they finally start dating, and they spend their twenties working a 9-5 to maintain themselves while still being in the band. They go through highs and lows together

[jo-delicate]

hello!!

here is a little bit about me and my blog… maybe we can be friends? ◡̈

disclaimer!! this is an 18+ blog, some nsfw content will appear. please proceed carefully!!

interests:

the color green (if it wasn’t obvious already lol)

dark academia; “dark aesthetic”

dark humor

70s & 80s music

70s & 80s aesthetic

being delusional

making up scenarios that will never happen (“real” and fandom based)

kittens

writing —> i love writing one shots for the fandoms i’m in!!!

my stans:

harry styles

joseph quinn

drew starkey

grace van dien

timothée chalamet

emma watson

tara yummy

fandoms I’m part of:

harry potter —> any (NSFW) and (SFW)

outer banks —> rafe cameron; jj maybank. both (NSFW) and (SFW)

stranger things —> steddie; eddie munson x reader. both (NSFW) and (SFW)

[nichmeddar]

lando norris

harry styles

broke the sweetest promise (that you never should have made)

summary: your relationship with lando ends before it can ever really begin

parings: lando norris x ex!reader x harry styles

vicious speaks: this was supposed to be a cute little fic after i was inspired when listening to ‘electric touch’, and now it’s taken on a life of its own! i hope you enjoy this new mini series 💕 i had to make lando the bad guy, i’m sorry 😭 this is just setting the stage so there’s not a lot of harry but don’t worry, he’s in the next part!!

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lando we’re so golden ☀️

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yourusername we’re saurrr cute 💛

⤷ lando you definitely are 💛

⤷ fan1 can you put us all out of our misery and DATE ALREADY

⤷ fan2 fr!! yn’s looked like she’s been in love with lando for years and he’s been looking the same way lately 🥹

oscarpiastri two pretty best friends

⤷ yourusername missing our 3rd 😔💔

⤷ fan3 lmao oscar saw the shipping comments and said NOT on my watch 😭

⤷ oscarpiastri she can do better

⤷ lando SLOW DOWN SLOW DOWN

⤷ fan5 oscar PLEASE 😭

⤷ fan6 i fear osc isn’t joking

alexandrasaintmleux yourusername give me your hand in marriage NOW 💍💍 i’m SERIOUS

⤷ yourusername i’m all yours baby 😚

⤷ charles_leclerc i’m literally right here?

⤷ alexandrasaintmleux and?

⤷ yourusername is that supposed to mean something to us?

⤷ charles_leclerc damn okay

⤷ fan7 you got humbled so quick dkgjfjs

fan8 harry in the likes, what the hell 😭

⤷ fan9 maybe he’s an f1 fan

⤷ fan10 ooh i hope we’ll see him at a race!!

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fan1 IS MY LIFE A JOKE TO YOU

fan2 you’re crazy if you think we believe you’re just friends after this

maxverstappen1 oh my God did it finally happen?

fan3 this is basically a hard launch, right?

oscarpiastri you already know how i feel so i’ll just say that if you’re happy, i’m happy ❤️

fan4 you won’t last long, lando will get bored eventually 🤷‍♀️

yourbff bitch you have some explaining to do

fan5 omg are we about to get love songs for the first time?

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tmz f1 driver lando norris and singer yn were seen in a pretty heated fight at a studio earlier tonight! apparently lando left her alone in tears. for those who don’t know, he and the singer have been best friends for a few years now, with fans recently speculating online about a relationship confirmation coming soon from the pair but those dreams were crushed when lando was spotted kissing a mystery woman on valentine’s day (see last slide).

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fan1 omg he’s such a WHORE

fan2 YN STANS WE RIDE AT DAWN 🤺

fan3 this is so sad, man. you can tell yn loves him and i thought lando loved her but clearly that isn’t true. she deserves so much better!!

fan4 leaving her alone in tears is such an evil move…lando norris you shall die by my sword

fan5 it was clear lando wasn’t ever going to see her as a serious option. she did this to herself!!

⤷ fan6 yn didn’t do anything to herself, lando is the one who keeps stringing her along, especially lately.

fan7 our girl needs to cut lando off, take time to heal and when she’s ready, move on with someone who actually loves her.

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fan1 damn tell us how you really feel 😭

fan2 this isn’t the confirmation post i wanted but i guess i’ll take it 🤷‍♀️

fan3 the fucking shade 😭😭

yourbff GET HIS ASS!

fan4 leave lando alone you weirdo

maxverstappen1 this is more information about lando than i ever wanted to know but i can appreciate what you’re doing it for

fan5 me when i lie

fan6 this is diabolical

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fan1 oh girl this is not it

fan2 this isn’t the serve you think it is

fan3 there’s still time to delete this

fan4 wow you really feel no shame in homewrecking

lando ❤️

⤷ itsaria you need to set the record straight about yn. people are in my dms calling me a homewrecker and i didn’t sign up for that shit, lando.

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yourusername i never wanted to bring this to social media but i was made aware that lando released a statement today that as you can see from above, is full of nothing but lies. we’ve been best friends for a few years now and i had been in love with him for almost all of them. we recently admitted our feelings for each other and decided to see where things would go between us. it was new, but we were relationship and he did cheat on me. i don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling but i haven’t seen or spoken to him since that night at the the studio and things between us are obviously not fine. i’m also pretty sure aria had no idea about me so please do not attack her. this is the last time i’m going to speak about this situation, as i want to move on with my life.

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theynsociety still not over taylor and yns surprise performance last night!!

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fan8 i’ve missed her so much!! she was literally glowing last night 🥹🫶

fan9 the fit!! THE HAIR!!! i have a feeling we’re about to enter her best era yet

fan10 harry’s always popping up in the most random places 😭

fan11 it’s been a long month, but clearly this break is doing wonders for her 😍

fan12 harry styles yn fan confirmed?

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request for harry since the hrought has gone far too long i fear. okay but have you seen the pap photos of dua lipa and callum turner at a restaurant or of them in paris and they look like they’re in a romcom? i just thought idea would be great 🫂

worth the wait

omg omg yes yes!!! thank you so much for sending this in eeekkk!!!

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pairing - harry styles x gf!reader

Is Harry Styles finally settling down with childhood friend Y/N L/N?

“What are you reading?”

Harry walked through the balcony doors and onto the small terrace where you were reading the morning newspaper.

The morning was beautiful.

You and Harry had woken up in the romantic city of Paris. Your hotel room was on a quaint Parisian street and was high up enough to see the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

The little balcony was only big enough to store a garden table and two chairs, along with a couple of decorative plant pots. It was the perfect place to have a slow morning with your boyfriend.

“The morning newspaper.” You said as you ate your way through a croissant. Your cappuccino was half drunk and your glass of orange juice nearly finished.

“The newspaper? They still make those?” Harry joked.

“Harry, love. You are so out of touch with the world.”

He carefully shoved your head away from him in retaliation for your teasing.

He smelt like coconut and something sweet after his shower. His hair was still a little damp on the top and his cheeks still rosy from the heat of the bathroom.

Harry took a pastry for himself and poured out his own coffee.

The hotel service was amazing here but the food was even better. Last night you’d gotten back late from having dinner out and you were both in the mood for ice-cream. So you ordered ice-cream and the next thing you knew there was a knock at the door with a porter delivering a build-your-own ice-cream sundae.

“So listen to this…”

Harry took a bite out of his pastry but looked at you to let you know he was listening.

“Harry Styles is finally settling down to childhood friend Y/N. After 10 years of being together will the city of love finally be where Styles pops the all-important question?” You read from the newspaper and showed him the pictures the paps had taken of you two from last night.

“Right.” Harry nodded.

You popped the newspaper onto the table and sat back against the chair with your cappuccino. You raised an eyebrow at Harry.

“So…?” You asked.

“So what?”

“The all-important question? You thinking about it?” You prompted.

“You know the answer to that.”

Yes, you did.

You and Harry constantly talked about the big future ‘what-if’s’. Would you get married? Are you having children? Where do you want to settle? All your late night talks consisted of these little questions that felt so big.

Getting married was of course one of them and it was something that you brought up more often now that you’d been together for a decade.

Neither of you had felt like you had to rush your relationship into the next stage until you were both ready. The timing had never been right with Harry’s ridiculously busy schedule, but now… Now you had all the time in the world and you wondered what might be next.

“Okay.”

That’s all you said and you both left it at that.

Which is why you had the shock of your life the next day.

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“C’mon.” You laughed as you dragged Harry from the pavement and into the middle of the square.

The square was right beneath the Eiffel Tower, which was twinkling its lights every so often.

Loads of people had stopped to watch, clap along and even dance to this man that was playing the accordion. It was so very French.

Harry couldn’t say no to you of course.

You led him into the square and immediately started dancing with him. You stepped on his toes more times than you could count, and it was more of a swaying motion with some twirls rather than dancing.

It both made you laugh though.

You both kept smiling even when everyone banded together to form some formation and everyone started swapping dance partners. At one point Harry was dancing with an old man and you were dancing with a little girl.

Everyone cheered as the man finished playing.

It was late at night and the dancing had worn you out, but you still wanted a couple more moments to enjoy this happiness with Harry.

He led you to a set of steps that led down to a viewing platform for the Eiffel Tower. You sat near the top so you could see the twinkling lights of the city below. It was so beautiful.

The steps were wide enough for Harry to sit behind you on one, with you sitting between his legs against his chest. Harry’s arms draped over your shoulders to hold you close against him.

“That was so fun.” You were still laughing.

“I’m glad.” He kissed your cheek.

Harry hadn’t stopped smiling ever since you had started smiling, but that was usually the case.

“You feel inspired to make music like that?”

Harry laughed and you felt his body shake behind you, “I’ll never be half the musician that guy was.”

“Don’t be silly.” You pouter, turning to face him, “You’re the best musician I’ve ever heard.”

“You’re a little biased, my love. Hm?” He suggested.

You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your head in disagreement.

“You’re the best. End of.” You sealed your statement with a soft kiss to his lips, only quick because you and Harry were both super conscious about PDA. Not even just because of the paps, but more because you found overt displays of affection really cringe and awkward.

You turned back around to face the city.

Your hands went up to fiddle with Harry’s fingers. He had gotten into the style of taking off his rings recently, so his fingers were bare and bony.

“Y/N.”

“Mhm.”

“I have something to ask you.” Harry said, resting his chin on your shoulder so your cheeks were near each other. It was like he didn’t want anyone else catching wind of this conversation so he had to be as close as possible.

“Yeah? Oh, actually, if it’s anything to do with what to get me for Valentine’s day then no need. I’ve already added it to our Amazon basket, you just need to click buy.” You explained.

If Harry didn’t feel ready before then that comment of yours certainly sealed the deal.

“Will you marry me?”

Your head instantly shot around to face him, nearly taking him out in the process. Harry laughed when he saw the excitement on your face.

You just looked at him and locked eyes with his.

You wanted one final moment to look at him as you boyfriend before everything changed for the better.

Harry smiled at you apprehensively.

The city lights were reflecting in his eyes as he waited for your answer. He already knew - or at least hoped he knew - your answer, but hearing you say it was going to be even better.

You nodded your head softly before answering.

“Yeah.” You cleared your throat, “Yes! Yes! Of course. Yes I’ll marry you.”

You threw your arms around his neck in the twisted position you were sitting in. Harry chuckled against you as his whole body inflated with excitement and adoration over you saying yes. It was one thing to hear you talk about it hypothetically, but hearing it in the real moment was everything.

Your face buried into his neck and you left some kisses there, because you didn’t want to properly kiss him in the middle of Paris.

You untucked yourself after a minute or two.

“You finally asked.”

“Nearly ruined it yesterday morning when you were reading that ruddy newspaper.” Harry joked and you laughed in remembrance. You’d almost forgotten about that already, but now it would be part of the story.

“Did you always plan to ask me here?”

“Well you said you hated the dramatic proposals but you also didn’t want it to be just a passing comment. I thought Paris mixed with a quiet conversation would be kind of perfect?”

“It was. I mean it still is!”

“I love you. Thank you for being patient with me and waiting for me to ask.”

You’d had that conversation before as well. Harry was anxious that you’d grow tired of waiting for him and move on with someone else, but you would never. Could never. Your heart was always going to belong to his.

“You’ll always be worth the wait.”

“Likewise.”

You settled back into him, tucked against his body as you marvelled at the moment.

“We’re engaged.” You whispered, slightly in shock.

“I have a ring back at the hotel. Want to go get it?”

“No. Just a couple more minutes like this.”

Harry completely understood what you meant.

Both of your lives had been constant and rushed ever since the day you’d met, so when moments like this came along you both had learnt to appreciate to live in them a little longer. So you did.

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Hello Again Pt. 1

Pairing: Harry x Designer reader (curvy or plus size whatever you feel they should look like. This is my preference 😌)

Summary: This feels fated to meet again and again and again

Word Count: 3.07k

Warnings: None. It's It's just fluff and also a slow burn.

Read Chimed Encounters first to start before this one.

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A ping from your email broke your concentration on work. You sighed, already assuming it was one of your manufacturers asking for yet another confirmation about a product you’d been working over for months. Without much thought, you clicked on the notification, ready to fire off a quick response.

To your surprise, the email wasn’t from a manufacturer—it was from Sam, your old friend and occasional collaborator. His subject line read: “Job Offer You Can’t Refuse.” Intrigued, you opened the email and quickly scanned its contents.

It seemed Sam had found you a project that piqued his interest—and yours. The pay was good, the timeline was tight, and the concept sounded straightforward.

You immediately picked up your phone and called him. No need for formalities; this was Sam, after all.

“Hey, Sam,” you said as soon as he answered, skipping any pleasantries. “What’s this mysterious job offer you’re dangling in front of me?”

“Oh, that.” He sounded smug, which only made you roll your eyes. “I’m under an NDA, so I can’t say too much, but it’s a pop-up store project. The whole thing needs to be modular and removable, so it can be packed up and relocated in two months. Easy, right? You in?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “Of course, I’m in! Sounds simple enough. Send over the contract and details, and I’ll get started.”

“I knew I could count on you,” he said with a grin you could practically hear through the phone. “See you onsite, Y/N.” ...

The day of the meeting arrived, and you were ready—or so you thought.

Sam couldn’t make it and had entrusted you to lead the meeting solo, but you were used to working independently, so it wasn’t a problem. Dressed in a professional outfit that balanced comfort and confidence, you walked into the office where the meeting was being held.

As you glanced around at the product displays, your heart skipped a beat. You could already tell this was a high-profile client. Their products, branding, and visuals exuded quality and creativity.

As you tried to calm your nerves, the conference room door opened, and a group of people filed out.

A friendly woman approached you, pulling you back to reality.

“Hello, are you Ms. Y/N L/N?”

“Yes,” you replied with a polite smile, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “I have a meeting with your visual merchandising manager.”

“Perfect, you’re our two o’clock appointment. Please come in.”

You stepped inside the sleek, minimalistic conference room and began setting up.

“Our lead designer just stepped out for a quick break,” the woman explained, handing you a water bottle. “They’ll be back in ten minutes and a few other designers. Is there anything else I can get you while you wait? Coffee?”

“Water is fine. Thank you,” you replied.

You opened your laptop, pulled up your notes and sketches, and jotted down a few ideas in your journal. You were mid-thought when the door opened behind you.

You turned, ready to greet whoever entered, but the words caught in your throat.

It was him. Harry Styles.

...

You both stared at each other, completely stunned. Of all the people you could run into at this meeting, it had to be him. You hadn’t seen Harry since your last encounter at Felice’s Café.

For a moment, it felt like the world had slowed down, your mind scrambling to process his presence. He looked just as effortlessly charming as you remembered, his warm green eyes flickering with recognition and surprise.

Finally, Harry broke the silence, his voice smooth but slightly uncertain.

“Hello, I’m Harry Styles. I’m the owner of the company. Nice to meet you…?”

It took you a second to respond, your voice catching in your throat. “It’s Y/N. Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you as well.”

He smiled, extending a hand toward you. You scrambled to your feet, standing taller than you’d expected, and reached out to shake his hand.

Your hands met, and you shook it—a bit too long, you thought as the realization hit. The warmth of his hand lingered, making you feel like time had momentarily stopped again.

You quickly dropped your hand and clasped it behind your back, your face heating up.

For a split second, an awkward silence filled the room. Harry seemed like he was about to say something, his lips parting as if to speak—

But just then, the door opened, and a small group of people filed into the room, shattering the quiet bubble you’d both been trapped in.

“Ah, great,” said a cheerful man from the group, clapping his hands together as he approached. “Harry, you’re here. And this must be Ms. L/N!”

The moment was gone. Harry straightened, his expression shifting seamlessly to one of polite professionalism, though you caught a flicker of something in his eyes as he glanced back at you.

You offered a polite nod to the newcomers, forcing yourself to focus as introductions were made. Yet, as the meeting began, you couldn’t help but feel like something important had been left unsaid.

And judging by the way Harry occasionally glanced your way, he felt the same.

...

As the meeting progressed, Harry found himself quietly observing you. Initially, he’d assumed you might be shy or reserved—perhaps because of the nervous energy that had lingered when you first met. But as you delved into your presentation, he realized just how wrong he was.

The confidence with which you spoke captivated the room. Your tone was steady yet approachable, and your words were carefully chosen to articulate your vision. You presented your design concepts with precision, highlighting the intricate details and practical functionality behind each element.

Harry leaned forward slightly in his chair, his interest piqued. The way you seamlessly balanced creativity with logic was impressive. He could tell how much thought you’d put into this project—every choice seemed deliberate, every detail purposeful.

What surprised him most, however, was your ability to command the room. You weren’t just presenting; you were selling the design, painting a picture of how the concept would come to life. And the team was eating it up.

He stole a glance around the room. His team, typically quick to interject or challenge ideas, sat quietly, nodding along with your points. Even he couldn’t help but admire the way you navigated through the questions and feedback with such ease.

When you paused for questions, Harry cleared his throat and spoke, his voice cutting through the room.

“I really appreciate the thought you’ve put into the design—it’s incredibly well-considered. I do have a question, though,” he said, his tone genuinely curious. “You mentioned incorporating natural textures into the layout. Can you elaborate on how those elements will remain modular while still maintaining their aesthetic appeal?”

You turned to him, locking eyes for a brief moment. His question wasn’t just thoughtful—it showed that he’d been paying close attention to your presentation.

“Thank you, Mr. Styles,” you began, your voice steady. “That’s a great question. For the natural textures, such as reclaimed wood and stone-inspired finishes, I’ve ensured that they’re lightweight and easily removable. The modular framework uses a system of interchangeable panels, so the aesthetic can be retained without compromising functionality.”

Harry nodded, clearly impressed. “That makes sense. And it aligns well with what we’re trying to achieve here—something unique, but also adaptable. Nicely done.”

You gave him a polite smile, though inside, his compliment sent a ripple of pride through you.

As the meeting continued, Harry couldn’t help but feel drawn to the passion and expertise you brought to your work. There was something magnetic about the way you carried yourself—so composed and articulate, yet with a spark of creativity that set you apart.

And as the session wrapped up, he found himself wondering if this serendipitous reunion might be more than just a chance encounter.

As handshakes and congratulations were exchanged, the manager gave a final nod of approval, and Harry himself followed suit, offering his praise for your presentation. It had been a resounding success.

With most of the team filing out of the room, the buzz of conversation slowly faded, leaving you alone at the conference table, still stuffing your things into your bag. You were on a high from the meeting—everything had gone so smoothly, but the exhaustion from a long day was beginning to catch up.

Suddenly, you heard a soft cough. Looking up, you were surprised to see Harry still standing near the door.

“Oh, sorry,” you said, startled. “Are there any more questions you need from me, Mr. Styles?” You quickly adjusted your posture, feeling a bit flustered.

Harry smiled, the easy warmth you remembered from your past encounter resurfacing. “You can call me Harry,” he replied with a casual, almost reassuring tone. “I’m not too big on formalities. Can I call you Y/N?”

“That’s alright with me,” you answered with a smile, pleased by the friendly tone of the conversation. It felt much more natural now that the formality had faded.

A beat of silence passed before Harry spoke again, his eyes twinkling with a hint of curiosity. “So, how long have you been eating breakfast at Feli’s Café?”

You blinked, a bit taken aback by the question. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. “Oh, I’ve been going there for a while now. I usually grab a matcha latte and sometimes a sandwich. Feli’s a good friend of mine—she’s the one who got me hooked on her menu.”

Good thing I found your journal, your presentation was fantastic. Harry complimented.

Thank you again for giving it back. and sorry I was on a time crunch that I didn't introduce myself.

Harry chuckled softly, his expression warm.

You felt a sudden shift in the air between you two, the unspoken moment starting to surface. But before either of you could delve deeper into the conversation, a voice from the hallway interrupted the moment.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” the manager popped his head back in, looking around. “But I just wanted to confirm we’re all set for the next steps, Y/N? Can we count on you for the design rollout next week?”

You gave a nod, quickly snapping back into professional mode. “Yes, everything is in order. I'll start on the proper revisions needed for the plans."

“Perfect,” the manager smiled, satisfied. “Thanks again for your excellent work today.”

As he left the room, you turned back to Harry, who was still standing near the door, clearly reluctant to leave just yet.

“I guess I should let you get back to your day,” you said, trying to break the lingering tension. “I’ll see you around, Harry.”

Harry’s smile widened, and he nodded slowly. “Definitely.”

...

It had been a month since you completed your work for Pleasing. You scrolled through their Instagram, admiring how your designs brought their brand to life. Seeing people lining up to buy their high-quality products filled you with a deep sense of pride.

You’d only seen Harry a handful of times during the project, but he always seemed busy, caught up in meetings or surrounded by other people.

Sighing loudly, you collapsed onto your bed, letting the exhaustion of the day wash over you. You had plans to join an art market this month, where you’d sell your prints, stickers, and other handmade knickknacks. It was something to look forward to, at least.

“Will we ever meet again?” you murmured to yourself, staring up at the ceiling. “I mean, what are the chances?” You already knew the answer before you even finished the thought. Harry was probably the busiest person you’d ever met, and you were just a nobody in his world.

Your heart felt heavy as you grappled with the cold, hard reality—he might have only been a fleeting moment in your life, a beautiful memory to cherish but not something meant to last. ...

A month had passed, and Harry still hadn’t been able to properly speak with you. He had been trying—desperately, in fact. He’d gone to the café where you first met, hoping to run into you again, but you never showed up, or you came at different times. He even tried catching you after work, but you were always whisked away to other locations or surrounded by people.

In a final act of determination, Harry had even approached HR for your contact information, but they refused to give it to him. Frustrated and defeated, he began to think maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

As he walked home one evening, his eyes caught on a brightly colored poster advertising an upcoming art market at the same location he frequented. He stared at it for a moment, a flicker of hope sparking in his chest before he brushed it off with a sigh. Maybe it was time to give up. Maybe it was never destined to happen.

But something about the poster lingered in his mind—a quiet, persistent thought that made him decide, almost on impulse, to go to the market anyway. Perhaps, by some happy chance, fate would intervene.

You were busy setting up your booth in the bustling market, carefully adjusting misaligned prints and rearranging trinkets to create the perfect display. The air buzzed with chatter and laughter, the atmosphere lively as other artists greeted passersby and showcased their work.

“Your paintings are just lovely, dear,” an elderly woman remarked, her eyes sparkling as she pointed to one of your pieces.

“They really are,” her partner chimed in with a warm smile. “We could hang one in the hallway, couldn’t we?”

“Excuse me, miss,” another potential buyer interjected, holding up one of your prints. “How much is this?”

“For the A4 size, it’s 25 pounds,” you replied with a friendly smile.

More people began to gather, drawn by the charm of your artwork. You did your best to keep up, answering questions, wrapping purchases, and making small talk with the growing crowd. It was a whirlwind, but you couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride seeing so many people appreciating your work.

...

Walking through the bustling market, Harry wandered past the stalls he always loved to visit. He admired the fresh vegetables and fruits, browsed through racks of thrifted clothes, and flipped through stacks of vinyl records that always piqued his interest. But today, something different caught his attention—a special event featuring local artists who had been invited to showcase and sell their work.

As he turned toward the next stall, his eyes landed on something—or rather, someone.

It was you.

There you stood in front of your stall, surrounded by your artwork, speaking to customers with an energy that radiated warmth and passion. The light in your eyes, the way you animatedly gestured while describing your creations, the genuine smile that lit up your face—it was everything he remembered and more.

For a moment, Harry froze, rooted in place as he took it all in. You looked so at home in your element, effortlessly captivating the people around you. His heart raced, a mixture of excitement and nervousness coursing through him. But before doubt could creep in, before he could second-guess himself, he moved.

Harry started walking toward you, his steps quick and purposeful. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, but there was only one clear thought that anchored him: now or never.

This was his chance to finally talk to you—to close the distance that had been lingering between you both for far too long. He wasn’t going to let it slip away again.

...

It has been a good day so far. People were buying your prints, admiring your stickers, and complimenting your craftsmanship. You smiled to yourself, feeling content with the steady stream of visitors who appreciated your work.

Just as you reached for your water bottle, a familiar voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello, again, Y/N.”

You froze, the cap of your bottle slipping through your fingers. Slowly, you turned toward the source of the voice, your heart skipping a beat.

There he was—Harry. Standing there amidst the sea of market-goers, looking as effortlessly charming as ever in a white T-shirt, jeans, and sunglasses perched on his curls. His lips curved into a small, knowing smile as your eyes met.

“Harry?” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I thought it was you,” he said, stepping closer. His gaze flickered over your stall, taking in the vibrant prints and trinkets on display. “This is all yours?”

You nodded, suddenly self-conscious. “Yeah, just a little side project I do. How…how did you find me here?”

“I didn’t,” he admitted with a chuckle. “I was just wandering around, and there you were. Funny how the universe works, huh?”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “Yeah, funny.”

He looked around at your stall again, picking up one of your prints—a delicate watercolor of flowers intertwined with abstract shapes. “This is beautiful,” he said earnestly, his fingers brushing over the edge of the paper. “You’re really talented.”

“Thank you,” you said, warmth spreading through your chest at the compliment.

“Do you take commissions?” he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intensely focused on you.

“Sometimes,” you said, tilting your head. “Why? Are you looking for something specific?”

“I might be,” he replied cryptically, his lips curving into a playful smirk. Before you could press him further, he added, “But first, do you have a break coming up? I was thinking I could buy you a coffee.”

Your breath caught at his unexpected offer. “A coffee?”

“Yeah,” he said, shrugging like it was the simplest thing in the world. “You’ve been on my mind lately, Y/N. Thought maybe this time we could actually catch up without a room full of people or work deadlines in the way.”

Your pulse quickened as you tried to process his words. Was he really asking you out, or was this just Harry being Harry—charming and polite?

“Well,” you started, glancing at your stall. “I do have a little time before the market closes…”

“Perfect,” he said with a grin. “I’ll wait for you to pack up, or we can just grab something nearby. Whatever works for you.”

As he spoke, the faint hum of the market seemed to fade into the background. For the first time in weeks, the heavy feeling in your chest lifted just a little. Maybe this wasn’t just a fleeting moment after all.

...

Okay, this is actually too long I’ll make it into two parts. Give you guys some suspense. Thank you for reading everyone! ☺️

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Hello, Again Pt.2

Here’s part two loves hope you enjoy it!

[harrywavycurly]

Texting Boyfriend Harry Styles Part 15: Important

Masterlist: Here

CW: None

Tag List: @styleswithaseaview @blckburd

A/N: You think Harry is running late but then half an hour goes by, enjoy Harry being a sappy mushy mess and then full on stressing towards the end✨

[harry-styles-obsessed]

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Harry was laid on the couch, staring at the tv knuckles keeping his head propped up as he watched the screen. You were laid just to the side of him your eyes remaining on your handsome boyfriend.

“What?” He murmured to you quietly soon catching you staring at him “what?” You asked back and he smiled slender fingers rubbing against his cheek “you’re looking at me, pretty.” He murmured with a small grin and you rolled your eyes playfully “you’re looking too good to not look at you.” You murmured happily and he chuckled softly before shaking his head, reaching his hand out to you and grabbing onto your hand. You were both tired, voices lazy and gentle as you both gazed at each other with a lot of love before you both focused on the tv again.

About 30 minutes had passed and Harry started hearing a slight sound coming from you, and he turned his head to look at you seeing you fast asleep lightly snoring. His smile slowly grew as he stared before letting out a soft chuckle “babyyy..” he whined playfully “you said you wanted to watch this with me… of course you fall asleep.” He rolled his eyes playfully as he began stroking his fingers through your hair delicately. He looked at you with such love. His fingers stroked along your cheek softly as you nuzzled into his touch and he smiled keeping his eyes on you not moving just delicately caressing his fingertips over your skin.

Eventually however the credits were rolling and he knew you both had a busy day tomorrow so it was best to sleep. He slowly got up from the coach, stretching slightly as his hands fumbled with his hair for a few moments before he walked closer to you gently wrapping his arms underneath you, gently hiking you up into his embrace as he held you bridal style slowly walking you into yours and his shared bedroom. He slowly laid you down on the bed, gently making sure your entire body was down on the mattress before slowly pulling his hands out from underneath you before he grabbed your favourite blanket he had got you for Christmas which— funnily enough, was a blanket of all collages of you and him for when he went on tour and he wasn’t there. It became a great help for when you were clingy.

He didn’t mind your clingy ness. He found it rather cute actually. He gently covered you with the blanket before pulling the thicker duvet over you, tucking you in so you were nice and warm, purposely tucking your entire body and all around your feet knowing you liked to be snug as a bug when going to sleep. Something about how you didn’t want “ghosts” to touch your feet… now he wasn’t a believer in much but…. He couldn’t change your views on whether ghosts would come and tickle your feet or not. But really he knew he would be the only one to tickle your feet so really you only had to worry about him.

He then walked around the bed as he got in on his side and wrapped his arms around you pulling you close so you were pressed to his chest, your face snuggled into the crook of his neck. “I love you.” He spoke quietly into your ear a small smile forming on his face as you just hummed and snuggled closer to him. He then began stroking his fingertips up and down your back as he began relaxing little by little, his grip on you remaining tight throughout the entire night, both of you snuggled close together.

-

You slept peacefully until around 10:30 AM that morning as you began feeling something tickling against the bottom of your foot, you pulled your leg under the covers abruptly feeling it again and you whined “harryyyy… somethings touching my foot.” You murmured quietly only to hear your boyfriend at the foot of the bed chuckling… he was the culprit tickling your foot. He then grabbed onto your ankle tightly as he began wriggling his fingers against your foot making you squeal in surprise beginning to kick at him before you heard a groan and a thump.

You quickly sat up seeing him clutching at his crotch, a look of pain swept over his face “oh.. sorry.” You laughed out and he stared at you raising his brows “I deserved that.. don’t worry.” He spoke trying to relieve himself of the pain, you continued laughing before eventually he stood up and began getting closer to you.. but not your feet this time. “Harry…” you spoke in a warning tone and he just grinned at you, you quickly jumped from the bed still half asleep as you tried to run out of the room only for him to wrap his arms around your waist capturing you as he began tickling you, screams and laughs coming from you… oh he always knew how to start the day right. You adored him but not as much as he adored you.

[love-belle]

always, evermore, even after and still !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which they get married and it's the happiest day for everyone.

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for when you finally find your happily ever after. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - hope u like this!!! i love you so much, thank you for reading <3

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vogue charles leclerc and y/n y/l/n tie the knot in a grand yet intimate ceremony held at their villa in monte carlo.

the bride wore a valentino couture gown complete with a sprawling train and platform heels while the groom sported a classic black tuxedo. y/n’s childhood best friend, lily muni he, served as the maid of honour, whereas her close friends, carmen mundt, kika gomes and heidi berger were bridesmaids. on the groom's side, lorenzo leclerc, his brother was the best man along while his younger brother, arthur and his friend circle, which included lando norris, pierre gasly, carlos sainz and alex albon were the groomsmen. the guest list included many notable presences such as sebastian vettel, toto wolff, taylor swift, zendaya, timothée chalamet, harry styles and many more.

the couple’s first dance was to the song "love letter from the sea to the shore" performed by delaney bailey followed by "it's nice to have a friend" by taylor swift and "sweet creature" by harry styles.

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lilymhe in my head, we're still those teen girls who planned out their wedding days with so much enthusiasm and with so much detail that it would've put these planners and binders to shame. it's kinda hard to believe that my best friend is now married but honestly, y/n/n, i couldn't be more happy for you. you're my best friend and i love you so much. thank you for being just a call away, always. here's to charles (barf) and y/n (❤️)

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7,926 comments

username SHUT UP IM CRYING

username platonic soulmates ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username AHHHSHDHDJDHBXSJ

username she's so pretty what the fuck

username Y/N ATE

carmenmmundt the prettiest bride 💕

*liked by lilymhe*

username two pretty best friends 🔥🔥🔥

username y/n looks so pretty what thebfuck omg im gonna scream

username my favs ://

username nah cus lily and y/n literally have my heart like they're my fav pair of best friends

charles_leclerc i remember when you threatened me

-> lilymhe good. remember it for the rest of your life.

-> charles_leclerc y/n she's doing that thing again yourusername

-> yourusername lily

-> lilymhe sorry

-> username NAH NOT CHARLES SNITCHING ON LILY

username she slayed so hard

username the barf and the ❤️ spoke VOLUMES

username im gonna cry they're so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username i wish i had a best friend like lily ://

alex_albon i never get captions like this

-> lilymhe this isn't about you

-> yourusername yeah alex this isn't about you

username y/n's childhood best friend being her maid of honour 😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username in love with these two

username AHHHSHDHDJDHBXSJ

yourusername i love you SO fucking much

-> lilymhe i love you so much more

yourusername i'll love you always thank you for everything ❤️‍🩹

-> lilymhe you're my best friend, always here for you and your loser ass boyfriend

-> charles_leclerc I'M HER HUSBAND

-> lilymhe okay and??? she can get another one

-> username PLEASE OH MY GOD

username i adore their friendship tf

username don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry

≡;- ꒰ °instagram ꒱

liked by yourusername, carlossainz55, charles_leclerc

danielricciardo i had one (1) job and as you can see, i took it very seriously. mr and mrs. leclerc-y/l/n, everybody 💒🍧💐

tagged yourusername charles_leclerc

7,682 comments

username LECLERC-Y/L/NS

username THEY'RE SO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username i love them sm what the fuck

username my parents ❤️🫶🏼

username LOVING THE WEDDING CONTENT WE'RE BRING FED RN

username she looks so pretty omg ☹️☹️☹️

maxverstappen1 why are you acting like your ass isn't in berlin with us?

-> danielricciardo THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SECRET YOU SNITCH

username WHAT THEBFUCJ HAPPENED LAST NIGJT 💀💀💀💀💀 why are they in berlin

-> username oh the night was wildin 🔥🔥🔥

username daniel.jpg but on main

username love them sm

username SO HAPPY FOR THEM AHSHDHSJDJBS

username living for this content

landonorris berlin kinda cool

*liked by danielricciardo*

username WHY are they in berlin

-> username no it's HOW are they in berlin

username no bc i feel like such a proud mom like i watched go from "hiii/hiiiiiii" to "hehehehe i do/shut up charles, i do"

-> username that's what i call GROWTH

username her dresses ate omg

username i know daniel's not getting paid for shit

username im so ://

charles_leclerc lovely photos mate

-> danielricciardo so will you pay me?

-> charles_leclerc no

username AHHHSHDHDHDHXHXJDJDF

username gonna sob some more

username honestly crying tears rn

yourusername we love you daniel 🫶🏼 (get your ass back to monaco i am NOT kidding)

-> danielricciardo love you guys (omg we're on our way stop you scare me sometimes)

username IM NOT NORMAL ABT THIS

username fav couple

username thank u to daniel for these

-> username doing god's word fr

≡;- ꒰ °instagram ꒱

liked by lewishamilton, carmenmmundt, charles_leclerc and 2,826,418 others

yourusername words cannot express how much i love you. every single time i think that this is it, i cannot possibly love you more than i do, i'm surprised by myself because i do. i really do. i fall in love with you more and more every single day and i'm gonna spend the rest of my life showing you that. i loved you when you first told me that you really liked my smile and i loved you when you told me you hoped i lived nearer to you and then asked me to move in. i loved you when you took the time to get to know me and i loved you when you said that i was it for you and i will love you when our hair is turning gray and we're gonna look back and smile and fall in love even more. they're gonna have to kick us out of those nursing homes i swear. i truly cannot wait to look back on our life together, cardboard boxes full of our love, but until then, let's live it. here's to my forever love, my everything, my world. i love you ❤️

tagged charles_leclerc

17,527 comments

username GOODNIGHT

username WHAT THR FUCK

username im gonna sob this is so

username they're married 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username people say soulmates we say y/n and charles

username sliding down the door fr this is INSANE

charlotte2304 all my love to you both 💓

*liked by yourusername*

username HE'S SO HUSBAND MATERIAL LIKE

username they're MY parents

username the caption took my heart out and squeezed it

username hahahahaha!!!!! i am NOT okay!!!!!!! what the fuck is up with that caption

sebastianvettel 💐💕

*liked by yourusername*

username he's so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

username "i truly cannot wait to look back on our life together, cardboard boxes full of our love, but until then, let's live it" WHEN WILL IT BE ME

username "they're gonna have to kick us out of those nursing homes" me and who lol (i am screaming crying shaking)

username no bc i too deserve someone like this ://

username it's giving timeless by taylor swift

*liked by yourusername*

username they're so taylor swift coded

username GOD ME WHEN

username gonna take a toaster bath brb 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

username don't test me istg

carla.brocker my heart 😭🩷

*liked by yourusername*

arthur_leclerc sister-in-law 💒🩷

*liked by yourusername*

username IM GONNA SCREAM WHAT THE FUXK

username MY parents 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username he's so husband coded ❤️‍🩹

username microwaving a spoon brb

charles_leclerc i love you so much it's unbelievable just how much

-> yourusername i adore you and every part of you

charles_leclerc my forever love ❤️ cannot wait to grow old with you

-> yourusername forever has never sounded so good ❤️

username gonna be thinking abt this for the rest of my life just so u know

username they're setting the standards so high i can't do it anymore what the fuck

username im so 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤🫤

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liked by yourusername, pierregasly, landonorris and 2,826,318 others

charles_leclerc i honestly don't know what to say. you're my biggest dream, my wife and now that i'm saying it, it sounds so surreal. i have waiting been an entire lifetime to say these words and the fact that it's you in this lifetime (and all the others), is just amazing. i wish i had known you sooner, so that i wouldn't have to spend all those years looking for love in places where it couldn't possibly be. my love for you reached my past and before you came into my life, i missed you so bad. i hope that one day, when we're old and aged and have seen a thousand sunsets, you ask me if i love you and my answer will forevermore will be always, evermore, even after and still.

tagged yourusername

16,628 comments

username I CANNOT DO THIS RN

username everyone stfu im gonna cry

username english lang is so weird bc u say true love and it translates to y/n and charles

username nah the bar is too high atp im giving up

username SHE'S SO PRETTY MA GAWD

username the fact that they're now the leclerc-y/l/ns 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

lewishamilton so happy for you both 💐💒

*liked by charles_leclerc*

username "my love for you reached my past and before you came into my life, i missed you so bad" why am i crying.

username they're the blueprint for all love stories from now on btw

username I LOBE THEM SO MUVH WHAT GHE FUCK THEY'RE MU PARENTS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 😭 😭 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

usernames no bc the way all the photos are of random moments and this leads me to believe that charles just whips out his camera whenever y/n is just There and now im crying again

-> username he's just like us fr

-> username i too would play paparazzi for y/n is given the chance he's not the only one ://

carla.brocker coolest sister in law (best friend) 🫶🏼

-> yourusername carla i love you 😭

username still in disbelief they r married tbh

username i feel like we watched them grow up im so emotional 💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

username she's so pretty i could sob

username why did u think that it was okay for u to post this.

username i am not okay

lorenzotl 🤍💐

*liked by charles_leclerc*

username SHE'S SO PRETTY

username charles won at life fr

*liked by charles_leclerc*

username caption called me single and lonely in 26836282727 languages 💔💔💔💔💔

username bro woke up and chose to destroy shakespeare with that caption 💀💀💀

landonorris loved the wedding 👍 i woke up in berlin

-> charles_leclerc the wedding was in monaco???

-> maxverstappen1 i know

-> danielricciardo we obviously had some ideas and now i have an ugly tattoo and there's a ring pop on my finger

-> landonorris max has one too

-> charles_leclerc YOU MARRIED MAX

-> danielricciardo NO

-> maxverstappen1 NO

-> yourusername this is hilarious

username i need to see more pictures from the wedding I NEED TO

username i love my wife (i am delusional)

yourusername i have already loved you for a thousand years ❤️

-> charles_leclerc here's to a thousand more ❤️

yourusername i love you so much like you're my person and i just love you so fucking much :/

-> charles_leclerc i love you so much more mon chéri

username they're so 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

username IM SO AHJHSJSHDHDJSKDJD

username im gonna cry brb

[nemesyaaa]

bf!pope x earthy/boho!gf!reader (moodboards and aesthetic) i don't like it at all (feel like it's rushed...)but i love the earthy core so bad.

“ sweet creature, sweet creature. wherever i go. you bring me home ” harry styles lyrics.

i picture earthy!boho!reader like the most peaceful soul and mind. she has her own world, and bring pope in everytime. she's always smiling and helpful. she helps pope, even if he doesnt ask. this reader don't try to fix him, or whatever, she's just caring. and try to understand why the kindness boy of the world doesnt have the most beautiful and heartwarming life ? she help him to reconnect with nature but also his culture, she's like the daughter of the nature, an earthy nymph who love peace more than anything.

but she also loves jazz, random refreshing places, she has a bunch of cats that she never forget to feed. pope helps her to rescue some abandonned animals, bobby heyward really love her, she lives in her garden with full of flowers and plants like a fairy, she loves making homemade meals, hanging out near lakes, taking therapeutic walks, staying in the grass for hours.

while pope works, she paints him. because she loves his focused face. he's like a muse. his face is a work of art.

she has a ton of boho jewelry that she shares with pope. because he is not afraid to wear necklaces, bracelets, foot and waist chains like her.

she is definitely an artist who makes music (flute and tom-tom), and indie films. she smoke weed.

she wants to adopt children later.

even though she is uncertain about her future, all she knows is that she wants to be with pope forever. she save money for their future needs.

dynamics core ;

you love taking your shower at the waterfall with him, kissing him while the water continues to flow over the two of you. you like to ride bikes in pairs on abandoned paths. you like to take him to drink coconuts and bissap. you like hanging out with him at the bookstore and especially when he carries you on his back because you're too lazy to walk.

I know this man loves braiding your hair, but especially adding flowers, jewelry and accessories.

he loves taking photos of you when you have a butterfly on your skin, a ladybug on your hand, a chick on your legs, a cat in your arms.

he's in love your honor. and you're his safe place.

( hope you like it bby @annoyingassleo <33 i did my best actually or i tried. )

[imaginesig]

Paris 2024

Paul Aron x Olympian!Reader

SMAU

y/c = your country

What is your journey like to gold? I'm in love with Ilona Maher and wanted to make another Paul Aron fic, this is the outcome

ynln

liked by annaaron_, paularon_, ilonamaher, and 829,382 others

ynln: Paris, here I come 🏅🏉

tagged: y/c_rugby

ynln good time to say im in love with @/ilonamaher ??

ilonamaher perfect time! cant wait to see ya soon

ynln "miss rabbit has fainted, miss rabbit has fainted again"

paularon_ 🤨🤨

friend1 the first pic??😭

ynln reenactment of me when I found out 😭 I was in disbelief

paularon_ you're gonna kill it!! Bring home gold, I love you ❤️

ynln I love you too!!

friend2 yes ma'am 👏

lettiemng so exciting!!

olliebearman big accomplishment

aronralf congrats! Show em what you're made of

annaaron_ find me a hot Olympian

ynln ill be scouting 🫡

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paularon_

liked by user3, ynln, aronralf, and 818,828 others

paularon_ off week ☀️🌊

Tagged: aronralf, annaaron_, ynln

ynln so much fun 🫶🫶

annaaron_ let this trip live on as it’s the first time team women beat you in EVERYTHING

ynln 📢📢📢

Paularon_ because you guys CHEATED

aronralf 📢📢📢

Ynln don’t copy me while spreading lies

User1 not the Aaron + Y/n vacay

user2 y/n looks gorgeous

user3 the sibling pic is the cutest ever

User4 I can’t decide who I’m jealous of Y/n or Paul

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ynln

liked by user3, annaaron_, user82, and 791,929 others

ynln: ootd 👙🤿

tagged: annaaron_, paularon_, aronralf

used1 omg what are you reading??

ynln in that pic “Fathers and Sons”

annaaron_ early morning surf sesh >>>>

ynln without the boys >>>>

Paularon_ looking good 😘

user2 stop she can surf too??

user3 it’s so unfair

user4 right?? Y/n leave some talent for the rest of us!!

Teammate1 calm before the storm

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ynln posted 4 stories!

captions: (1) on Wednesdays we wear pink (2) 🎶: As It Was by Harry Styles

captions: (1) midday flight? no problem just go on a running date early! (2) back to reality 🏉

ynln

liked by teammate1, teammate2, user43, and 892,929 others

ynln: hearing up 🔥🏅👩‍🏭

Tagged: y/c_rugby

paularon_ damnnnnnn 🍑

ynln thank you 🤭🤭 (I will make fun of you for this comment for the rest of your life)

teammate1 are those my workout shorts??

ynln …no

user1 ok leg day

user2 she said thick thighs save lives

user3 she can save me

user4 I need the leg day routine

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paularon_

liked by ynln, user33, hitechgp, and 917,828 others

paularon_: not the result we wanted, but we'll learn and come back stronger

Tagged: no one

Ynln still so proud!! You raced hard and had an amazing quali session. I’m sorry I had to miss it but I love you ❤️❤️

Paularon_ ❤️

User1 miss girl is leaving for the Olympics tomorrow and says sorry for not being at his race

user2 gold metal for the best gf

user3 Pole Aron will be back!!

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ynln

liked by ilonamaher, y/c_rugby, annaaron_, and 872,928 others

ynln: a hot new bombshell has entered the Villa

tagged no one

ilonamaher show em what they can’t have‼️

ynln show em what a catch you are‼️

paularon_ MY hot bombshell but get it ig

ynln you’re the only connection I’m looking for dw

teammate1 that last 2 picsreally screams sexy

Ynln ikr 😏😍

Teammate2 irresistible

annaaron_ remember to mention the bombshell at home

ynln I’d never forget

user1 I love the inside Love Island joke it seems most athletes are in on

user2 right I live for Ilona’s tik toks

user3 I hope we get Y/n cameos

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ynln

liked by teammate1, teammate5, teammate8, and 719,992 others

ynln: bronze bound…

tagged y/c_rugby

Teammate …but we’re not stopping there

ynln HELL YEA

Paularon_ I’ve been on the edge of my seat all week

ynln it’s not stopping til the very end

user1 the ft screenshot is too cute

user2 such hardworking ladies

user3 push on to gold!!

user4 I just love women

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paularon_ posted a story

caption: 🇪🇪🔜🇫🇷 @/aronralf @/annaaron_

replies:

ynln

Paul Aron

what are you doing

where are you going

Smh

I thought you knew your flags

I do

I guess what I want is an explanation

well... you'll be in a semifinals soon and with the way stats are looking you guys will fly right through no problem so...

so???

the aron family is making a trip to Paris

we're celebrating a metal either way

I'm crying Paul

thats too sweet

you guys shouldn't have, its hard enough to wrangle everyone together you shouldn't have used that time to fly out

trust me we all want to be there for you and it'll be a nice trip reguardless

plus we all hate that this much of the games have gone by through a tv screen

I love you guys, I love you

we (but mostly I) love you too

aronralf posted a story!

caption: ✈️🥖 @/paularon_ @/annaaron_

replies:

ynln

this is insane

ive taken you've already messaged Paul

yes and it ended in tears

you guys are crazy

true, but your bf is the craziest

with or without us Paul was gonna be in those stands

someone must be cutting onions in a room nearby

sap

I don't appreciate the attitude 🙄

annaaron_ posted a story!

caption: catching flights not feelings @/aronralf @/paularon_

replies:

ynln

first off LOVE that color on you

and second I loath you guys for being this sweet

the sweatshirt is yours to borrow anytime

and as if you wouldn't do the same thing

flying out on a small hope we dont choke and lose next round??

Y/n, you go to as many races of Paul's as you possible can (at your own expense) and watch the ones you cant live no matter the time, you constantly ask Ralf about his endeavors and keeps tabs on stats and such to bring up with him later, AND you listen to all my rants no matter how important and remember the details

flying out to France is nothing compared to the effort you put into this family

I love you guys so much

we love you too

now get some rest to kick ass, I didn't fly in the same row as my brothers for 4 hours to see you get less than gold

💖

💖

ynln

liked by y/c_rugby, aronralf, user4, and 728,829 others

ynln: finals bound!! Im so so grateful for these fantastic ladies who have taught me so much!! I cant taste victory already

tagged: y/c_rugby, teammate1, teammate2, teammate3

paularon_ smashed it 💪👏

ynln light work🥱🥱

teammate1 can’t wait for the next match

Teammate2 coffee for good luck?

Ynln always

user1 I’m never more patriotic than when the women of my country play

user2 my whole family has been captivated by you girls

annaaron_ and you were scared about choking

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paularon_ posted 2 stories!

Caption: (1) Y/n you are so amazing in so many different ways. You are hardworking, talented, humble, funny, and beautiful. I've watched as your eyes light up when it comes to rugby and ive watched as you poured your heart into every minute you play. (2) No one deserves the gold more than you and the rest of the team. Every single women out there has what it takes and more. Every one of you have spent countless hours dreaming and working towards this. So congratulations on how far you've come, and best of lucking taking that final step up to the top of the podium! P.S. Ma armastan sind, Y/n

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ynln

paul

you cant just post things like this with no warning

I started crying right before media stuff

oops 😬🤷‍♂️

dont be so smug

but seriously thank you for all the support! Without it I know I would've lost it because of the pressure long ago, I truly owe so much of what got me here to you!! I love you so much ❤️

I love you too ❤️

olliebearman

please pass on a good luck from me and Estelle! We've been watching

will do!!

dinobeganovic

rooting for her💪

tell Y/n she's got fans in all corners of the globe

thank you, she appreciates the support!

annaron_

liked by ynln, user32, paularon_, and 193,929 others

annaaron_: meet me in Paris 🥐☕️

tagged aronralf, paularon_

ynln gorgeous gorgeous girl

annaaron_ we’re gonna have so much fun once the Olympics are over

paularon_ photo credit??

annnaaron_ you gave it to yourself

user1 you ate that first pic up

used2 so you’re telling me the entire Aron family is in Paris for Y/n??

user3 I’m in love with all the siblings at this point

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olympic_updates

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olimpic_updates: Y/C rugby star Y/n L/n's boyfriend as been spotted in person for the final match! Aron was also spotted with the rest of his family heading toward the stands!

tagged no one

user1 couple goals

user2 THE power couple

user3 I need Y/n to win gold and Paul to win the championship

used4 the ultimate power move

user5 I just looked at my boyfriend and sighed

user6 he looks so good!!

user7 one thing about Paul is he’s gonna show up and show 👏 up👏

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paularon_ posted 2 stories!

captions: (1) game time @/annaaron_ (2) THESE GIRLS ARE GOLD MEDALISTS!!!!

ynln posted a story!

caption: its been a long time coming but...

ynln

liked by dinobeganovic, lettiemng, paularon_, and 983,239 others

ynln: So many words, so little space. I am so grateful of everyone who have supported me up to this point, of these wonderful ladies who have taught me something new everyday, and to Y/C for taking a chance on me! Same thing in '28?

tagged y/c_rugby

paularon_ ❤️❤️

ynln ❤️❤️

annaaron_ thats my sister in law!!

ynln we're not married??

annaaron_ well is Paul doesn't put a ring on it than I will

lettiemng I love you!! Its so deserved

dinobeganovic you were amazing!! All the love

ynln DINOOOOOOO 🥹🫶

aronralf truely inspiring! Congrats 💪🥇

ynln thank you!!!

user1 YES MA'AM

user2 me and my little sister have seen screaming at the tv!!

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paularon_

liked by user1, user43, ynln, and 823,983

paularon_: I AM SO SO PROUD OF YOU!!!! After seeing the mass amount of time and every you've put into rugby I have no doubt in my mind that you deserve this. To mark this special occasion, I'm announcing my retirement from racing to become a full time WAG. I love you so much, Y/n 🥇🏉❤️

tagged ynln

ynln I love you so much ❤️

paularon_ I love you too ❤️

user5 second pic is goals

user1 theyre such goals

user2 my standards were raised so high by him

user3 when they panned over to him celebrating after showing Y/n 😭

user4 such a gorgeous couple

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Bonus- after the olympics

ynln

liked by aronralf, lettiemng, user43, and 829,392 others

ynln: city of love 💖

tagged paularon_, annaaron_

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