#harry styles wips

[vettelsvee]

i’m working on oscar smut and dad seb since the result of the poll was me posting op81 + sv5 fics! after that i’ll probably post some sad fics because i really need to vent and writing really helps me (i just lost a friend for several reasons and it’s almost been a year since my bf decided to ghost me 🥲)

also, i’m currently editing my whole tumblr posts and some fics so they all have the same format. i might add that some fics are edited too because i haven’t been feeling comfortable with my writing for quite a long time so hopefully now i’m feeling much better with it i get to improve ✨

and last, but not least: for my fellow f1 and 1D girlies (we also had lando and louis in the euros!)

[inkyarcturus]

Sneak peak? ;D

[gucciwins]

Y/N Y/LN had dreamed of being an actress from a young age. Her parents told her that if she worked hard, the world would be in her hands to do as she wished, from landing leading roles in indie movies to joining a grand HBO series. Y/N was facing a level of stardom she never expected. Even more shocked to find that her celebrity crush would become something more than a friend.

Part One: Talk Show 

Part Two: It’s A Date

Part Three: Worth The Risk

Part Four: Special Night 

[tiredinwinter]

Hey Angel Animation WIP.

Volume on! <3

Probably will not finish this project, but I thought it would be a waste to keep it to myself. Hope you like it!

It’s been sometime since I worked on it so I thought I might as well just post it. The little heart symbol on the side is there because I recorded this from my edit on Instagram. I didn’t really know how to add the music lol

Bonus: GIFs with matching lyrics <3

I see you at the bar...

...at the edge of my bed..

...backseat of my car...

...in the back of my head...

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My Masterlist

Taglist (come send me an ask/message and join the list!) :

@freedomfireflies @gurugirl@walkingintheheartbreaksatellite

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[causticsunshine]

just a couple of semi recent harry wips i lost in the Big Ipad Wipe™️ to commemorate that the birthday princess will always be my girl 🫡

also can you believe i’ve been drawing harry for over a decade now….

[o-wyrmlight]

A Toast to the Pigs [Martinaise; Non-Amnesiac Harry]

WIP something or another [Post-Martinaise; Amnesia Harry]

WIP another or something [Pre-Canon]

So this is what I've been doing in my spare time. Hello. Hi.

[dxnny-art]

[lunarheslwt]

Drabble- makeup: done, feelings: caught. (fluff and new relationship feelings)

“Sit still, Harry!”

Harry giggled, then settled down as Louis squeezed his thighs around his legs pointedly. He tilted his chin up at him with a huff. “I’m trying, but. Well, if anything, you’re to blame.”

Louis looked at him squarely, familiar blues rimmed with eyeliner, makeup brush hovering over him. “How on earth is it my fault?”

“You,” Harry breathed, a flurry of nerves in the pit of his stomach, “you’re sitting on my lap.”

Louis arched a brow at him, a slow smile curling at his lips as he resumed dusting blush over his cheeks. “Does that make you nervous?”

“Yes,” Harry answered too honestly, with a sharp shrug that had Louis hitting his shoulder lightly. “A little, maybe.”

Louis’ sweeps of the brush over his cheek slowed, and his thumb caressed his jawline. His gaze softened. “You shouldn’t be. ‘S just me.”

“Exactly. It IS you.” Harry left it at that, sneaking the hands that were previously securely around Louis’ hips to trail higher, slipping under his shirt a little, just to feel his warm skin. Louis let him, and he was content.

Louis didn’t say anything, brows furrowed in concentration as he worked on his face. After a few moments, he gently tilted his face upwards with a finger under his chin, silently urging him to hold it like that.

“Close your eyes.”

Harry readily complied, and felt the soft touch of a brush to his eyelids seconds after. Somehow, the pleasant nerves he got around Louis kicked up a notch now that he wasn’t seeing him, instead tuning in sharply to the weight of him on his lap, the light touch on his neck, how he could practically feel Louis’ breaths hit his face in soft puffs.

“If anything, I should be the one getting nervous,” Louis spoke, voice softer and lower than it had been before. “Look at you, you’re a vision.”

Harry squirmed, biting the inside of his cheek. “I can’t look, my eyes are closed, see.”

“Cheeky,” Louis muttered, tugging at a lone curl playfully. “But I’m serious. You’re so beautiful. Not just now, always.”

“Stopppp,” Harry whined, feeling his cheeks go aflame, hoping his already settled blush would hide some of it.

“Never.”

And maybe the blush hid his own pleased flush, but he couldn’t even try to bite back a giddy smile. Louis thumbed at his dimples, then continued diligently swiping eyeshadow across his lids.

When he finally deemed it to be done, he whispered, “You can open your eyes.”

Harry blinked slowly, gaze zeroing in on Louis. Who was looking at him with quiet awe flickering across his features, eyes roaming his face indulgently till they stopped at his lips. He couldn’t be sure, but one of them had surely swayed closer, because he was so close now, that everything else around them blurred.

A small, giddy grin lifted his lips, as something fierce and soaring overtook him. “What?”

In answer, Louis was surging forwards to kiss him, lips insistent but tender on his. The roar in his ears was deafening as Harry kissed back, a mild tremble to his hands that roamed Louis’ back in an unconcealable thirst to map out, to familiarise. He couldn’t help smiling into the kiss, because he didn’t think he’d ever get used to this, ever stop this feeling from fizzing beneath his veins. Couldn’t ever get used to Louis.

When they broke away, Louis was still staring at him like he was a little drunk on him, breaths uneven, and lips stained the same shade of berry he had applied on Harry’s lips a while back.

“You ruined my lipstick,” Harry grumbled in faux complaint, thumbing the stain away from Louis’ lips.

The smile Louis gave him was brilliant, mischievous, even as he picked up the tube of lipstick.

“Shame. Will likely happen again.”

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OF HANGOVERS AND HELL

Harry is not exactly a loves-social-gatherings guy. So when Niall talks him into going to a party, one during which Harry somehow ends up in a room of no other than the pretentious athlete Louis Tomlinson... shit goes down.

(very loosely) inspired by that one selfie, you know which one 😁

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chater 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13

[letthemusicmoveyou28]

You Love This Dying Part of Me by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28

Rating: E ( WIP - Ch: 1/2)

Harry glares at him. “Smoking isn’t allowed in here you know? Not sure what gives you the audacity to think you’re better than anyone else.”

It’s amazing how such a venomous tone can come out of such a sweet looking package. Louis can’t help but smirk. He can’t remember the last time anyone had the courage to speak to him like that, least of all a human.

After all, there are some perks to being the oldest and most feared Vampire in London.

Usually.

But it appears that Louis’ power and fear tactics don’t stand a chance against cute and feisty little human baristas with an apparent death wish.

(Or the one where Vampire Louis has stopped bothering with human emotions. But that could all change when a certain human Barista named Harry catches his eye. Unfortunately, Louis’ enemies have also taken notice).

Title from Designated Driver by Taylor Janzen

Read on Ao3!

[bl00dycham0mile]

alas, my ambition has gotten in my own way and I'm finding myself exhausted when it comes to coming up with new prompts and fully conceptualizing ideas for starters. I've been working on a couple fics, while responding to roleplays at the same time. I'm going to take a small break from seeking new rp partners, but my dm's are, and are always open for requests that I will get to by tomorrow or Thursday at the latest.

I have chosen only a couple roleplays that I want to continue replying to during this brief time, and assure y'all I'm not going anywhere. thank you for the reads already on my new wip! Find me on wattpad @b_cham0mile

[vamprnce]

stop looking at me gayboy

[causticsunshine]

starting already 🫡

[wishingicouldfly]

Life is a Rom-Com- Rosann1986 - One Direction (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

Coming in October.

Harry Styles is an intern at a independent movie studio run by famed producer Roland Mitchell. It’s stressful, and often maddeningly boring, but he knows it’ll be worth it when he’s got his degree in his hand and a reference from Mr. Mitchell after graduation.

When Louis Tomlinson enters his life and shows him that there’s a more effective way to do the job–and subsequently changes his life–he develops a crush that’s hard to ignore. Except Louis has a boyfriend that seemingly dotes on his every move.

Not wanting to be the other man, Harry consigns himself to the friend-zone and throws himself into being the best platonic friend to Louis ever, all the while falling more in love with him every day. Will they be able to get through a series of ginormous miscommunications to get their shit together? Or will they miss their chance at their happily ever after rom-com ending?

[lunarheslwt]

Post Grammys fluff where Harry goes home to Louis: a drabble

“There he is!”

A pleased, teasing voice called out as soon as Harry had shut the front food behind him. Without pause, he burst into a grin, heart once again rabbiting in his chest. He turned around, coming face to face with a proud looking Louis, who was leaning against the doorway to the living room, gazing at him with so much warmth he felt dizzy.

“Hi Lou,” he said quietly, beaming around the words as he stepped right up to him.

“Hello, my Album of the year Grammy award-winning baby.”

“Stoppp,” Harry half-heartedly whined, slapping Louis’ chest playfully, fierce blush flooding his cheeks. Louis trapped the hand in his own, squeezed.

“No.” Louis pulled his face down, kissing him with a head spinning level of enthusiasm, and Harry sighed, loosely circling his waist.

“I’m so proud of you, y’know that?” Louis said when he pulled away, eyes running over him in awe. “So” a chaste peck to his lips, “fucking” another peck “proud of you” and a last sweet kiss. 

“I can’t even believe it, babe, I’m just so… I did not think it would be me,” Harry replied, still dazed from the night, from the moment his name was announced for the album of the year award. 

“Oh, but I can,” Louis said easily, locking his hands behind Harry’s neck. He looked up at him like Harry was something of a wonder, and the part of Harry that still felt like a 16-year old with a massive crush was giddy at it.

“Didn’t I tell you, when I first met you all those years ago, that I knew you’d be a star?”

“You did,” Harry mumbled shyly, the day still clear in his memory, and the warmth pooling in his belly the same as all those years ago. “You’re entirely too much.”

“I am entirely too right,” Louis crowed in glee, looking stupidly gleeful and smug. And unfairly attractive for it.

“Maybe. Are we celebrating you being right, then?”

“We’re celebrating you and your wins tonight,” Louis amended, pulling his hips flush against himself. The look in his eye told Harry exactly where the night was headed.

“Yeah? Is it gonna be wine? Or that really expensive champagne that you made fun of me for?”

Louis' voice dipped an octave when he spoke. “Those are merely appetizers, baby, I’m in charge of your celebrations tonight.”

It was going to be a fine end to an incredible night.