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✶ ROOMMATES
summary: you and Harry are good friends who live together, but with the huge amount of responsibilites you're lately carrying, he starts missing you (maybe more than he should)
contains: FLUFF, kissing, teeny tiny bit of angst, roommates and best friends trope
✶ LOVE ME BET BLURB
summary: Harry got a bet to make you fall in love with him, but somewhere on the way he fell first
contains: uni!Harry
✶ DATING FOR TWO
summary: Harry grows a delicate relationship with you alongside maintaining his family situation
contains: fluff, angst, smut if you squint, mentions of sex, Harry is sappy and in love
✶ ROYAL COURT CONFESSIONS
summary: On Brittany Broski’s Royal Court, Harry shares more than his marathon achievements and details about his upcoming album
contains: fluff, reader has mild anxiety
✶ CURRENT BOYFRIEND
summary: You did the 'current boyfriend' tiktok trend with your older boyfriend to see his reaction
contains: age gap (10 years), fluff, tiktok trend, multimedia
✶ LISTENING PARTY
summary: Harry tries out something he read about in a baby book
contains: fluff, pregnant reader, 2025
✶ EXAM STRESS
summary: you're feeling burned out from your upcoming exam, Harry takes care of you
contains: anxiety, self-doubt, burnout, age gap, comfort and reassurance
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WE CAN TRY
summary: Harry is the ladies man of the university, a charming gentleman with bohemistic life, your best friend and also a roommate. You on the other hand are the complete opposite. Inexperienced, quiet, study type. But watching him, living in the shared bubble of sex, makes you crave everything too. And you try it, with him. Step by step.
✶ CH.1 KISS
summary: All the frustration of never being kissed finally snaps and Harry is here to help you
contains: fluff, description of sex, feelings, kissing
✶ CH.2 TIGER
summary: Harry helps you wind down with his little friend when uni becomes too much to handle
contains: fluff, smut, thigh riding, description of sex??, feelings, kissing
✶ CH.3 BARE
summary: Harry wants to do more with you but your insecurities get in the way. Luckily, he helps you overcome them and makes you cum again (with his mouth)
contains: fluff, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering if you squint, kissing, shaving, lots of insecurities, pet names, praise
✶ CH.4 DRESS
summary: After a weekend spent in Harry’s hometown, Harry grows completely feral and teaches you a new thing
contains: fluff, kissing, oral (f & m receiving), praise, dirty talk
EXTRAS:
✶ WCT! HARRY HEADCANONS
summary: Headcanons from WCT! Harry (& you) universe
contains: fluff, university settings, mentions of sex, thigh riding
This is SO INSANE to me. MENTAL. CRAZY. WHAT THE F. CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT.
Over 500 people following my little sily fangirl blog about 32 years old singer. Even with me being more inactive than active (and once almost deleting this blog completely), there are people that follow me, support me, read my fics and yaps, comment on them, like them, reblog. And it leaves me speechless every time. I find so much comfort in this. I found so many new friends here. Seeing a notification from this app makes me excited. Expressing myself creatively in writing makes me happy.
Thank you.
and now real life yap here:
I've never been that busy in my life like I am right now. And as crazy as it might sound, I'm kinda loving it. Because you know, depression can't hit a moving target. I traveled to Amsterdam to see Harry, made so many new friends, wrote two essays, six book analysis for my literature class, paper for my social studies class, did some presentations, had a cambridge fce exam and have a really good feeling about it (results next thursday!), I have my internship in primary school right now, my antidepressants are probably starting to do their job finally and I have a job at a music festival soon AND two Harry's shows in London in three weeks. I'm alright, good, which is very strange and new to me. As well as being busy. I have so many ideas and fifth chapter of WCT in the process, can't wait to post more again when everything calms down a bit.
EXAM STRESS
pairing: current! Harry Styles x fem! reader
summary: you're feeling burned out from your upcoming exam, Harry takes care of you
word count: 2.8K
contains: anxiety, self-doubt, burnout, age gap, comfort and reassurance
a/n: Long time no see, hellooo! I wrote this during this week when I was stressed out from my Cambridge exam and needed a bit of comfort. Not sure how I feel about it but I hope you're gonna like it! Tell me how you're doing, I miss talking to y'all!
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You weren’t sure what was wrong with you. Your body didn’t really feel like yours. There was this weird feeling in your bones, chewing on your muscles, running through your skin like electricity. Your eyes felt heavy but you knew it wasn’t from exhaustion. You felt the need to cry but somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to do so.
Sitting slumped in the chair in Harry’s study, you mindlessly turned pages in your book back and forth. Sentences blurred together and letters started looking like foreign symbols.
Harry was out running errands. He texted you that in the morning. Right after you made your relationship official, he gave you a key to his house so you could come over anytime you needed. You loved spending time there, his house was big, and Harry claimed you filled the lonely space perfectly. He used to beg you to stay the night almost every other day.
During your exam period, his study became your sanctuary and safe space. He let you lock yourself in and then had to bribe you with cookies and cuddles to take a break after you spent too many hours frying your brain. No matter the many differences between you, from significant age gap to different lifestyle, he cherished you proudly and was your rock exactly in situations like these.
You wrapped your fingers around the fabric of Harry’s hoodie you borrowed in his closet and tightly closed your fists, though the usually calming sensation of the softest cotton didn’t tell you anything. It rather felt like unnecessary weight that was holding you down.
You let out a tired sigh and tilt your head back, resting it against the leather seat. Your eyes fell shut and for once you appreciated the darkness enveloping you.
It wasn’t too long after when you heard the rustling of keys and the sound of the front door closing. Given the muffled sounds, you imagined how Harry was moving through the house. How he most surely threw his trench coat over the back of the couch and went to put away the groceries he bought. How he went to the bathroom to wash his hands and give his growing hair you trimmed a few months ago some shape. How his socks cladded feet thud softly against the stairs with every step, signalling he’s going upstairs.
“Oh baby! What did I do to deserve such a special visit?” You could hear the smile in Harry’s voice when he stepped in the room.
“Mhm hi,” You whispered and blinked your eyes open. Harry was already standing by your side, resting against the edge of the table, and watched you with thoughtful expression.
“Hey,” He murmured softly and reached out to tuck a messy curl behind your ear. “Studying? We’re still not over the exam period?”
The way he said we as if it was his thing too made your heart melt and you jutted your bottom lip out in reaction. Harry knew how rough the last semester was on you. He soothed many mental breakdowns and sleepless nights, fed you when you forget (many times), did skincare with you to make you feel better and took care of you like no one else ever did. And he didn’t mind doing a single bit. He loved to make his girl better.
“Uhuh,” You shook your head as ‘no’ and leaned into his touch on your cheek like a sleepy kitten craving pets. “One more,”
“How long have you been studying?”
“A few hours? I don’t really know, been here since morning,” You mumbled. The clock on the wall seemed to be too loud for your liking, but the small arrow pointed at the number twelve signalled it was noon already.
“And didn’t eat anything, right? Just drank coffee,” There was no point in lying. Harry saw the two big mugs on the desk, now empty but with stains from coffee. “Sweetheart, you know you can’t be running on empty. That’s not healthy for your body. And it won't help you with the studying either,”
“I was planning on grabbing something soon,” You protested with a quiet huff.
“Of course you were,” Harry chuckled but didn’t trust your words at all. He knew his girlfriend all too well at this point.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” You whispered and looked up at him, finally taking him in. He was dressed casually in a pair of beige linen shorts and black sweater, the sleeves now rolled up to his elbows, showing off his tattoos.
“What do you mean, baby?” Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion. He pulled away from the table and crouched down in front of you, turning your chair slightly to make you face him before he took your hands in his.
“I’m scared I won’t pass… What if- what if there won’t be any good questions? Or I forget everything?” A quiet sob, barely audible left your lips.
“Hey, hey. You will pass. You’re gonna nail the exam, I know that.” Harry cupped your cheek gently in his big palm and wiped away the first tear that was falling down.
“I feel so stupid,” You hiccuped.
“Oh love… Trust me when I say this, you’re the smartest girl I know. So strong, ambitious, my sweet girl,”
“‘M not,” You shook your head again as more tears fell down.
“Then I’m gonna remind you until you’re gonna believe it,” Harry gave you a supportive smile before patting your leg gently and slid his arm under your thighs. “Up you go,”
“Hey! What are you doing? I have to study!” You groaned. Your arms wrapped automatically around his neck in tight hold, as well as your legs around his waist and you let yourself be nursed wherever Harry pleased, the complete opposite of your protest.
“Taking care of my precious girlfriend,” Harry said as if he was talking about the weather. For him this was automatic. Taking care of you, loving you. He cherished these moments wholeheartedly, even when you were grumpy or a crying mess.
Harry made his way in the living room and sunk down in the plush pillows of the couch, pulling you comfortably in his lap. His warmth enveloped you immediately and you snuggled as close as possible.
“You’re taking a break, baby. No studying for another three more hours at least.” He rubbed your hips softly in the soothing motions that he knew could ease some tension and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“We’re gonna get something nutritious and warm in your tummy,”
A kiss to your temple.
“Shower,”
A kiss to the tip of your nose.
“Maybe use the face masks you love so much? I think I still have some from the last time,”
A kiss to your cheek.
“There’s gonna be soooooo many cuddles,”
A kiss to your other cheek.
“And if you’ll be good, I will maybe, and I really mean maybe, revise with you everything you’ve been torturing your brain with today,”
A soft kiss to your lips.
“There’s no way I’m gonna talk you out of this, right?” You mumbled into the wool of his expensive sweater, your head tucked under his chin.
“Nope,”
“I feel weird,” You whispered. The foreign feeling wasn’t entirely gone, you still felt it thrumming through your body.
“How weird, angel? Can you describe it to me?” Harry’s fingers ran through your messy hair, parting the strands gently. He didn’t like the tone in your voice, it made him worry even more about you.
“I don’t know. It’s just so weird,” You started nervously, not sure how to describe something you didn’t have words for. “I feel like my body isn't mine. Feels numb and heavy. And I feel this weird tension too,”
“Mhmm this could be anxiety. No wonder you’re feeling like this, baby, you’re exhausted. Been stressing yourself over the exams so much,” Harry pulled his lips in a thin line and furrowed his brows. He didn’t like it. He hated seeing his girl in pain. Even if it didn’t hurt you physically. You looked as if a truck hit you. So small and miserable.
“I don’t like this,” You felt new tears pooling in your eyes.
“It will stop soon. I will take care of it. Of you. We’re gonna do all I said before, yeah? No stressing or studying,”
“I love you, Harry”
“I love you too, sweetheart. You’re gonna ace the exam, love. You’re my smart girl.”
It didn’t take him long before he moved into the kitchen, leaving you behind on the couch tucked under a fluffy blanket with your favourite TV series on and a chamomile tea coming your way right after to calm your system down. From your place, you had an amazing view at both the bright screen and Harry cooking. You heard sizzling from the stove and a quiet humming of the oven. The smell of chicken and fresh vegetables carried over into the living room and made your stomach grumble, making you realise how hungry you were.
“Love, it’s done,” Harry called from the kitchen while he was plating your lunches with the addition of potatoes.
You moved slowly to the dining table, putting one foot in front of the other felt suddenly like a hard task, your body felt heavy, as if you carried rocks on your back. With a quiet huff, you sank into the chair and give Harry a small grateful smile when he set the plate in front of you. The portion was significantly smaller than his, just a tiny bit of everything to get at least something in your stomach.
“Eat as much as you can, alright? No pressure,”
You didn’t talk much. Only the noises of clinking silverware were audible in the room.
Harry cleaned up everything after you were done with your food. Just a bit of potatoes was left on the porcelain plate. He put everything in the dishwasher and when he was happy with the state of his kitchen, he turned back to you.
“Would you like a shower, angel? It could ease some of the tension in these muscles,” He ran his hands over your arms and then gave them a soft squeeze to feel the tightness beneath the skin. “And then we could get the face mask,”
“Yeah, that sounds nice,” You nodded.
“C’mon” Harry slid his hands down to intertwine his fingers with yours and pulled you up on your feet.
The ensuite bathroom was big and bright. With two sinks and a corner tub you loved to relax in with Harry in the evenings, as well as a huge walk-in shower and more storage space than needed, though Harry always objected that the cabinets are just waiting for you to fill them with your things.
Harry undressed you slowly and with so much care as if you were made out of glass. First his hoodie that was swallowing you whole, then he slid the black skimpy shorts down your legs, kissing each thigh and knee in the process.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” He nuzzled his face in your stomach while he was crouching in front of you.
Your panties and bralette were gone soon and Harry followed the pattern of undressing right after.
“There we go, that feels good, hm?” He murmured in the crown of your hair, his arms wrapped tightly around your smaller frame, cradling you close to his chest, as the water cascaded down on the two of you in the walk in shower.
You whimpered but didn’t say anything, just nodded and buried your face deeper in him. He was right. The warm, almost hot water felt incredible on your skin.
“That’s it, just relax. I’ve got you,” He whispered sweet nothings in your ear and you felt his palms run up and down your back in soothing motions, adding just a little bit of pressure to undo the tight knots.
He massaged shampoo in your hair with focused precision until you had a head full of bubbles, dug his nails just lightly in your scalp. You moaned quietly at the feeling.
“This feels alright?” Harry murmured in your wet hair when they were washed and rubbed expensively smelling shower gel in the skin of your waist and back. His hands traveled slowly over each part of your body, memorising every curve and imperfection again
“Feels so good,” You breathed out against his skin. You were putty in his hands, melting with the water.
Harry wrapped you both in the fluffiest towels he owned when you both were washed and smelled like a mix of fruits, flowers and wood. He tapped your skin with another towel gently, wiping all the droplets that were falling down from your hair away.
“That is the cream we use after a shower, right?” He grinned at his need to check, showing you a yellow tube with french text. You used so many creams and lotions and he still wasn’t sure which had to come first and which last.
“Yeah, yeah, and then this one,” You reached for one small bottle out of many on the sink and handed it to him.
If there was one quality of yours that he loved more than the others, it was how much you cared about your body, or at least on the days when you weren't completely exhausted. He learned so many things about skincare from you and even when you weren’t around, he used all the creams you bought him in the morning and before bed. He even learned to use sunscreen regularly, especially after you teased him about the appearing wrinkles by his eyes, something he was always forgetting about before he met you.
“You haven't been using it much lately, have you? Your skin is a little bit dry,” He shook his head fondly as he rubbed the moisture in your skin with his fingertips.
“No,” You pouted.
“My silly girl. Not eating, not taking care of yourself, you’re lucky you have such a wonderful doting boyfriend like me,” He pecked your kiss when he was done with the second cream and cradled your face gently in his big warm palms.
You reached after the opened bottle and put a bit of the cream on your fingers before you smeared it on his forehead, nose and cheeks, carefully dragging your fingers around his moustache and beard.
“Trying to erase my wrinkles, love?” Harry chuckled.
“I like them, they make you look more mature.” You gave him a small smile, one of a few you could muster up today. “But you should use the creams anyway.”
Harry pulled you up in his arms again, one arm wrapped around your back, the other one under your knees, and walked with you in the bedroom, setting you down in the soft cotton sheets in beige colour. He rummaged through the drawers in his walk-in closet, looking for something comfortable for you. You had a good share of clothes in his wardrobe but he knew you preferred wearing articles of his instead. His oversized hoodie and a pair of boxers were enough for you.
“Stand up for me, angel?” He rubbed your shin gently while he was kneeling in front of you, still covered only by the towel loosely wrapped around his waist.
You did as you were told and let him slide his boxers up your legs until they were sitting securely on your hips. He pulled the old hoodie with cartoon characters at the front over your head next, covering your naked body and pressed another kiss to your lips.
Dressing himself in loose sweatpants and an old band shirt, Harry sat down next to you on the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your head hit his chest.
“Do you want to lay down here or on the couch?” He murmured in your wet hair even though he knew the answer already.
“Bed,”
“Come on, let’s get you under covers,” The duvet was pulled away and you crawled on your usual spot on the left side of the bed first before Harry joined you, pulled the duvet over your bodies and wrapped his strong arms covered in ink around your small frame, cradling you close.
“Do you want to revise for the exam later? I could quiz you,” He offered softly. Some cooking show was playing quietly in the background, you didn't even notice him turning the TV on. He knew you didn't like complete silence and always had the TV on or played some music.
“No,” You sighed. You really wanted to. Read all your notes and answer all the hypothetical questions you could be asked during your exam. But you were tired. You’ve been studying for days at this point. Your mind and body were screaming for a break. And now laying in Harry’s bed, with him wrapped around you and peppering your face with soft kisses, you knew better.
“That’s a good girl, we’re just gonna rest for a bit. Close your eyes, love,”
“I love you, H. Thanks for taking care of me,”
"Always and forever,"
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gonna be miss teacher for the next 2/3 weeks, my internship in primary school starts tomorrow 🤓 wish me luck i will understand all the brainrot and trends i cannot keep up with
okay im laughing so hard i need to share this with yall, a little bit tmi
i had a tiny procedure at the ob/gyn today and during it i was yapping about harry and amsterdam because of course i had to, and the doctor said he doesn’t know harry and will play something from him after so he knows who i was talking about
when i was leaving i told him to watch the dance no more mv and then while i was in the changing room putting clothes back on, i heard on FULL VOLUME ON THE SPEAKERS harry singing 😭😭😭 I even saw the doctor through a gap between the door being so focused while watching it and i could also hear it very clearly in the waiting room hahahah
wdym my gynaecologist watched the sluttiest music video i know oh god
what pit did you buy?? i want to buy a ticket but i dont know which one i should get
I KNOOOOW
i had ‘rear ga’ and queued since 9am (which was the official allowed time anyways) and secured barricade
if you’re going for amsterdam shows, i would check on socials if they lowered the stage because the thing is, especially if you have the front rows, that the stage is (was) so high i couldnt see the surface of it and barely the main stage and i heard people with ‘front tickets’ (because of the bridges) and even sometimes vips with one of the four pits had the same issue
i totally recommend checking videos from different pits or seats because the views from lower bowl were so good too
i think rear ga is great and cheap option, you can see the whole set up (IF THE STAGE IS LOWER) but if you wanna be closer then go for ‘front tickets’ that are still KINDA affordable option (also i saw the main stage is even higher lol), but i mean if i had more money im buying one of the 4 pits asap
photos i took of harry at the opening night with my 18 years old canon camera 📸 im buying compact camera for my london shows asap to have even more fire photos
