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birthdays with harry

this was inspired by @sirtommyholland’s four years of birthdays blurb ! one of my fave blurbs ever <3 i hope you like this

happy birthday harry, i love you

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

2011 - 17th birthday

"Happy birthday, dear Harry, happy birthday to you!"

Harry smiled as everyone around him sang, the room full of the people he loved: his mom, stepdad, sister, bandmates that he loved like his brothers, friends from school and the girl who he was head over heels for.

His best friend and now his girlfriend.

"Make a wish, bro!" Niall cheered and ruffled Harry's curls for a second.

"All of my wishes are coming true right now." Harry said and the entire room awed, making him blush before blowing his candles.

After the cake was cut and everyone spread around Harry's childhood home, he looked for his girlfriend, finding her in the kitchen helping his mum put away some dishes.

"YN, would you go out with me for a minute?" Harry asked, still shy to call her pet names in front of his mum even tho Anne was ecstatic over the fact that Harry was dating the girl she adored like a daughter.

"Sure, let me just finish up these dishes."

"Oh don´t worry about it sweetie, I can handle them myself." Anne told her with a small smile and motioned then to go.

Once they were outside and away from the chatter and laughter, Harry stood in front of her and grabbed her hands.

"You know, I'm so happy you agreed to be my girlfriend." Harry shyly told her, still new to the feeling.

"And I'm so happy you asked me to be your girlfriend." YN said with the same shy smile on her face.

"No matter how big the band becomes, you'll always be my number one girl, I'll never forget about you." Harry told her sincerely, knowing it was one of YN's biggest insecurities.

Harry was just turning 17, but he made a promise that would last forever.

2015 - 21st birthday

"This party is insane!" Niall said as they entered the club where Harry's birthday party was taking place, the room full of celebrities and close friends.

"Damn, Jeff really went all out with this," Harry held his girlfriend's hand, keeping her close, "Do you want me to get you a drink?"

"I'm not drinking tonight."

"Why? It's my birthday, baby." Harry grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles softly.

"Exactly, and I want you to enjoy it. So no drinking for me so you can go all out." YN kissed his cheek softly, his long hair getting in the way and tickling her face a bit.

"I don't even want to drink that much tonight darling, don't want to have a killer handover tomorrow."

However, that statement was thrown out the window as Harry chugged down his 7th tequila shot of the night.

"Baby! Come up here!" Harry yelled, standing on top of the bar with Jeff's arm around his shoulder.

"Harry, get down, how did you even climb up there?"

"Tequila gives me special powers!" He started jumping up and down and that was her cue to get him down the bar with Glenne's help.

"My love! I've missed you." Harry obnoxiously wrapped his arms around her in a hug, placing sloppy kisses on her neck.

"Harry, you're hammered!" YN grabbed his face to look at him, his eyes giving away his drunken state.

"I know!" he let out a loud laugh, "I have an idea!"

And before YN could stop him, the music was going down and he had a microphone on his hand.

"Hello! Hello! Can everybody hear me?" Harry said into the mic, making everyone turn to look at him, "Sorry to interrupt your partying, I just wanted to thank my amazing friend Jeff for throwing this party for me."

At the mention of his name, Jeff let out a whistle and cheer, making Harry laugh as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

"And I would also love to thank my incredible, stunning, gorgeous girlfriend YN for... just being hot and charming," he drunkenly spoke into the mic again, making YN blush and hide her face in her hands, "You know, I'm going to propose that girl one day! I will!

The entire room erupted in cheers and claps, and years later, the drunken promise he made on his 21st birthday became true.

2019 - 25th birthday

"Happy birthday, baby." Her soft voice made its way to Harry's ears, waking him up from his slumber and instantly smiling at the feeling of her lips pressing kisses to his jaw.

"Thank you, my love." He mumbled sleepily, tightening his arms around her and dropping his head to lean his forehead against hers.

After YN gave Harry his "traditional birthday shag", they headed downstairs to cook some breakfast before starting Harry's big day.

"How do you feel about being 25?" YN said as she took out the ingredients to cook him some pancakes, "Any expectations for today?"

"I just know it'll be my best birthday yet," he smiled softly as he watched her move around the kitchen, "You know, my first birthday as an engaged man, soon to be husband."

YN couldn't help but smile at the sound of that, still not quite used to the fact that they would be husband and wife soon.

"Who would've thought my high school boyfriend would become my husband." YN turned around to face him, meting his soft green eyes instantly.

"I always knew it," he shrugged before continuing, "I knew you were the one for me from the moment I laid my eyes on you."

Getting closer to him, YN grabbed his face and placed a kiss on his lips.

"I love you so much, baby. Thank you for letting me spend another birthday with you." she kissed him again her smile mirroring Harry's when they pulled away.

"This is just the beginning of the rest of our lives, darling."

And as Harry stood in his kitchen with his fianceé wrapped around his arms, he knew his 25 was going to be one to remeber.

2023 - 29th birthday

Harry found himself in the same position he was during his 17th birthday, in a room full of people he loved while the sang happy birthday to him.

But he wasn't on his childhood home anymore, he was backstage in Acrisure Arena surrounded by his tour crew, bandmates, managers, family members and his beloved wife.

"Blow the candles and make a wish!" Sarah said after they were done singing to him, and the words naturally came out of Harry's mouth.

"All of my wishes are coming true right now."

"Awe! You're all grown up now mate." Jeff hugged Harry tightly, making everyone in the room look at them fondly.

"Okay Azoff, that's enough, I need to give him his present now." YN said as he grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him out of the room.

"Make sure to be quiet! The walls are thin around here." Lambert joked making the group laugh, and YN only rolled her eyes and flashed her middle finger to him before they were out of the room.

"Sooo, you're going to give me my present now?" Harry teased as they walked down the corridor to his dressing room.

"Not that kind of present, you menace," YN turned to look at him quickly as she opened the door to his dressing room, "That one is the reserved for when we're alone in our hotel room."

"Don't tease me, baby. I have a show in two hours." Harry said with a serious tone, making YN laugh as she approached the tote bag where she was keeping his gift, taking the box out and placing it on his hands.

"Okay, open it." YN took a step back and clasped her hands together, her nerves kicking in.

"Told you you didn't need to get me anything," he said as he opened the box, not looking inside of it yet, "I would've been more than satisfied with a 29 minute long blowj-"

"Just look at it!" YN cut him off before he could finish his sentence, making him laugh and turn his gaze to the box in his hands.

And when he realized what was inside, he froze at his spot and his eyes got instantly tearful.

"YN wha-" he stopped himself as his voice began shaking, "Is this...? I mean are you...?"

"I'm pregnant, Harry." She simply said, smile wide on her face and tearful eyes that matched his.

"Fuck," Harry finally took the pregnancy test out of the box and gave it a proper look, noticing the unmistakable two lines that indicating that his wife was expecting his child, "Fuck YN, you're pregnant, we're going to be parents."

"We are, baby." YN couldn't keep her cool anymore as she threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and making him wrap his around her waist, both of them letting out happy tears.

And in that moment, Harry knew that becoming a dad was the best way to end his twenties.

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Harry Styles Discord

Sooo I obviously want to build up a bit of a following first before I do this, but I want to create a Harry Styles discord!

I noticed that there aren’t a lot of them or the ones that do exist are either full or a bit confusing.

Let me know what you think! If you’d like to join here is the link!

Have a Happy Day and TPWK! 🤍💛❤️💙🧸

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Evan Peters. That’s it. That’s the post.

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IF YOU COULD ASK HARRY STYLES ANYTHING WHAT WOULD YOU ASK HIM?

(I’m going to use these questions in a blurb/fic? So ask away!!!)

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How do we feel about a possible toxic!harry? Like some angst??? I have this idea and I’m pretty psyched about it. Like, jealous!harry? Possessive!harry?

YES

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This is from my old account you guys! I’m going to reblog some of my posts so you guys can get familiar with my writing.

Late Night Talking

Hey guys! So I wrote this one based off of an actual event that happened in my life. I had a pretty bad anxiety attack because of school and I thought it would make a great imagine so I wrote this in under 2 hours? I thought it was super cute soo enjoy?

Summary: You have an anxiety attack because of school and Harry helps you calm down.

Warnings: None! Just Fluffy Fluff!!! ☺️☺️☺️

Word Count: 1.1k

It was so overwhelming. You felt as if you were going to cry. You stared at the numbers on the screen and your heart sank as your anxiety creeped up on you. 15 out of 100. You had failed a history quiz. It wasn’t a major one either. A simple 5 questions, yet you felt like the biggest idiot in the world because you couldn’t answer them all correctly. Your heart started beating fast and your stomach dropped. Before you knew it, your breathing became heavier and heavier. You felt your body fill up with so many raging emotions and not a clue how to release any of them. You wanted to scream, cry, hit something all at the same time. It would have been easier if you could just explode. Tears well up in your eyes as the computer screen becomes blurry and in an instant you turn off the computer. You fold your arms onto the computer desk and rest your head in your arms as you began to sob. You hated this. You hated school. You hated yourself. You tried to let out the anxiety through sobs, but the feeling still lingered.

You lifted your head up the moment you heard the keys turn and the apartment door open. Harry was home. “Y/n! Where’s my beautiful girl?” He couldn’t see you like this. It wasn’t his problem anyways. You got up and went to the bedroom that you and Harry shared and closed the door before locking it. You threw yourself onto the bed and continued to sob into the pillow. The lights were off in the room and you covered yourself in the blanket as you let the feeling and fear overtake you. You wanted to disappear, you wanted the feeling to just go away. Harry knocked gently on the door, his voice gentle and curious as he spoke though the door. “Y/n? Baby? What’s wrong?” You couldn’t answer. You just wanted to be alone. “Please just leave me alone Harry..” you managed to choke out. This time sounding even more concerned, Harry spoke again “Honey..please open the door..”

You hesitantly got up, your head hurting from all of the crying you had been doing, and unlocked the door, slowly opening it to meet Harry with puffy eyes, and tears streaming down your face. Immediately Harry’s face dropped, his sea foam green eyes filling with worry as he quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. You took a deep breath, the smell of the cologne on his clothes comforting you as the warmth of his body wrapped around you. The one thing you loved about him most was that he gave the best hugs. He pulled away after a moment and gently placed his hands on both sides of your face, looking into your saddened eyes. “Baby…please talk to me. What happened? How can I make it better?” You shook your head softly before replying hoarsely “You can’t. It’s school…” He sighed before kissing your head and leading you both to the bed, both of you sitting down on the edge of it. “Tell me what happened honey. Is it your anxiety?” He asked gently while holding your hand, his attention not breaking from your face. You nodded before saying “I feel so stupid…I can’t even answer 5 questions right..I studied Harry, and I still failed. Why am I so dumb..?” You barely got out the last words before you started sobbing into Harry’s chest, the feeling coming back to overtake your body the more you thought about it. Harry shushed you as he rubbed circles on your back. “Baby…it’s okay. I’m here. Look at me.” He said tilting your head up to look at him. It was still dark in the room, but you could feel his eyes on you. With a serious tone he said “You’re not stupid. Don’t ever say that. Just because you don’t know a specific action or phrase someone said hundreds of years ago does not mean you’re stupid. Okay?” You nodded as he wiped away the tears from your cheeks before planting a soft kiss on your lips. He pulled you into a hug again as he whispered to you “I love you…so much.. You are so smart Y/n, don’t you ever doubt that. You have such a bright future ahead of you, and so much potential. I know you can make it. I know you can earn your degree. Just imagine how amazing it will feel once you finish. I’m already so proud of you honey. Whatever you do, I’m supporting you 100%.” You smiled into his chest before replying with a soft “I love you too Harry. I’m just so sick of my anxiety being triggered by school almost all of the time.” Harry planted a soft kiss on your head before saying “I know baby..I’m sorry. No matter how bad it gets, I’ll always be here for you if you want to talk, scream, vent, whatever that may be. I love you and I want to help you through this in whatever way I can.” All you could do was take a deep breath in and out before nodding and replying “Thank you Harry.” You felt him nod as he continued to hold you in his arms. The feeling of fear and anxiety leaving your body as it slowly but surely was replaced with the warmth of Harry’s embrace and slow steady beat of his heart and pace of his breathing.

A few minutes went by of him holding you and stroking your hair softly before he broke the silence asking in a soft, gentle tone “Do you want me to sing to you baby?” You nodded, hugging him tighter as he cleared his throat for a moment before he started singing to you softly. “You can let it go. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. You can start a family who will always show you love, you don’t have to be sorry for doing it on your own.” Your body relaxed as you felt Harry’s chest vibrate, his soft voice filling the room. He would sing to you occasionally, even though you never insisted on it. It was something that soothed you to your core. A whole new feeling of just bliss and happiness.

Harry must have felt your body weaken and lean against him, so he gently laid you down on the bed, covering you with the blanket before continuing to sing you to sleep. When he finished he noticed you were fast asleep. He placed a kiss on your head before whispering a soft “Goodnight love.” as he lay down beside you facing you. He wrapped his hand around your waist with his head resting on his arm as he smiled to himself as he watched you sleep. To him, you never looked more peaceful and beautiful. Harry yawned quietly before closing his eyes, whispering one more thing to you before he drifted off to sleep "I promise Y/n, I'll always be here for you. No matter what. I love you."

Hope you liked it!! Btw this is my first Harry related writing to go in my Masterlist! Yayy

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Hiii! I’m Skye! I had an old account on here but Tumblr decided that I couldn’t use it anymore. Anyways, here’s my new account! I’m going to be doing some writing and stuff soooo yea!

Btw I’m going to tag some of my favorite people from my old account here!

@eu-whoria @mamaspresley @karamelcoveredolicity @austinbutlersgirlfriend

Enjoy my posts and suchhhh

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FIFTEEN MINUTES

A/N: felt like this universe needed some naughtiness 😉

PAIRING: husband!dad!Harry X Reader

SUMMARY: Seeing Harry shirtless with your baby in his arms is just doing things to you. Things that need to be taken care of, but as parents, the naughty business needs to be quick.

WARNING: sexual content

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

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Harry has always had a special effect on you. From the moment you met him, every other men stopped existing, there was only him and he became the subject of all your desires. And he enjoyed every moment of it.

The first few years of your relationship you were in that so-called honeymoon phase where you just couldn’t keep your hands to yourselves, took every opportunity to get intimate, let it be a quickie in the studio, a blow job before a show or Harry’s fingers buried in your pussy on the backseat of his car. You stuck to each other like honey to a spoon.

Everyone said it would change, that the passion would die down and you’d grow more comfortable. They said this phase would end sooner or later and you’d have to work to experience the same kind of lust.

They were wrong. So fucking wrong.

The years passed by and nothing changed, you were still crazy about each other and sex just got even better. Then you got married and came the official honeymoon phase, but you were basically just the same, only with rings on your fingers.

Then you became parents and though you had less time to be intimate, you still felt the same passion like in the beginning. Slowly, a decade flew by, you had the twins and then Leo and now people would think you barely touch each other, but they couldn’t be more wrong.

It’s early Sunday afternoon, the twins are in their room, playing with their new Legos and Ellie is working on her homework in the living room. You’ve just finished lunch and Harry took up on Leo duty while you loaded the washing machine. You check on the twins on your way back down, it seems like they will be busy for the next hour or so, giving you some time to have a breather. When you walk back into the kitchen however, your plans of maybe taking a quick nap change right away.

Your husband has rid himself of his shirt, Leo probably got something on him, he is holding him in one arm, examining the fruits in the bowl on the counter. Harry is carefully explaining to Leo what they are called, what they taste like and what else can be made out of them. It’s a sweet and pure moment truly, but for some reason it awakens something else in you this time.

Maybe it’s his bare chest, the sight of his tattoos and chest hair, or maybe the way he is holding Leo, but you can feel yourself getting wet and needy in an instant. Harry has only gotten finer with the years, the handsome, fit boy you met in your early twenties grew into a strong, charming and confident man who is an amazing father and the best husband too. A man like that would start a fire in any woman, you’re not immune, especially not to Harry.

“…And this is a peach. Your mum loves them, so there’s always some at home,” he explains to the baby who is blinking at the fruit as if it was made out of gold. Walking up to him you run a hand down his naked back, pressing a kiss to his freckled shoulder.

He peeks at you, a cheeky smile tugging on the corner of his mouth.

“Want to put Leo down?” you suggest.

“I thought he still has like thirty minutes till his naptime,” he murmurs.

“Maybe… you could put him down now, so we could… have some alone time,” you explain, hoping he gets the message and to make it more obvious, you brush your hands over his crotch, eyeing him bashfully.

“Oh… oh!” he breathes out, adjusting Leo in his arms. “What about the others?” he asks and you can see the growing excitement in his eyes.

“The twins are busy with the Legos, Ellie still has some reading to do, we can have at least fifteen minutes to ourselves.”

Fifteen minutes would have sounded ridiculous before you became parents, but you’ve learned to make the best out of every second. It’s now more than enough for a nice quickie.

“Okay,” he nods eagerly and kisses your lips shortly. “Let me put this little lad down and let’s meet in our bathroom.”

“Chop-chop,” you grin and he sprints off as fast as he can run with a baby in his arms.

You giggle like a schoolgirl as you make your way up to your bedroom, waiting for Harry impatiently, the need to feel him growing with each passing second. When you finally hear his footsteps outside the door, your breathing speeds up and then he walks in, his eyes dark and filled with lust.

He stops at the door and watches you like he is ready to hunt you down and hooking your fingers into the elastic of your shorts you push them down along with your underwear, letting them fall to the ground.

“We need to be quick,” you tell him and a second later he launches at you, dragging you into the bathroom which is the only room that’s got a lock on it.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, woman,” he groans against your lips as he presses you against the granite counter of the double vanity in the bathroom, his hands roaming your body, squeezing and kneading you wherever he can reach.

“You survived all these years, you’re gonna be fine,” you chuckle as he buries his head into your neck, licking and biting while you’re trying to tug his shorts down as fast as possible.

Reaching down between you and him, he gets a hold of his hard cock and pumps himself while you blindly grab a condom from the drawer, hungrily kissing him, using every bit of privacy you have with him.

He rolls the condom on while you push yourself up so you’re sitting on the counter, legs spread wide open, waiting for him to take you however he wants.

“You want to be fucked by your husband? Hm?” he teases you a bit, running the head of his cock up and down your cunt.

“Yes, please!” you whine out.

“That’s my girl,” he smirks before slamming into you fast and hard.

It really is a quickie, Harry’s thrusts are rushed and rough, but it’s exactly what you need, a quick relief. You try to keep your moans under control, but when he repeatedly hits your G-spot you can’t hold yourself back from getting a little louder.

“Come on, baby. I need you to cum, we don’t have much time,” he rushes you, his fingers digging into your thighs as he keeps slamming into you relentlessly.

“I’m close,” you gasp out and leaning back on one hand, you use the other to work on your clit, urging yourself to come finally.

Harry picks his pace up, he keeps grunting in such a raw, animalistic way that it just escalates your sensations as well. He hooks his arms under your legs, lifting them up higher so he can reach a different angle and that’s what pushes you over the edge.

You come hard, clenching around his cock as he fucks you so well, reaching his own high just moments later. His hips fall out of rhythm and he changes his fast thrusts to slow but rough pushes as he fills up the condom. You’re both gasping for air, his forehead falls against yours as you hold onto his broad shoulders. He brushes his lips against yours, softly kissing them before he lets your legs down, his cock slipping out of you before you hop off of the counter.

“You little minx,” he chuckles, slapping your ass playfully before he disposes of the condom.

“What? You looked so delicious,” you smirk at him, moving over to use the toilet quickly.

“It’s the dad body, right?” he snorts, patting his stomach that has definitely gotten a bit meatier, but he still looks proper fit.

“I love your dad body,” you grin at him. “You’re sexy, Harry Styles,” you compliment him, definitely catching him blushing as he pulls his shorts back up. You flush the toilet and steal a kiss before washing your hands and wiping the counter off.

“Not as sexy as you are,” he grins, winking at you from the mirror.

“Dad?” you hear Ellie calling out from somewhere outside.

“Yes, my love?”

“Can you help me a bit?”

“Sure, I’ll be down in a second, go wait for me in the living room!” he answers while looking you in the eyes smirking. There’s a few seconds of silence before she speaks up again.

“Dad, why are mum’s shorts and panties on the floor of your bedroom?”

Your eyes widen and mouth hangs open and Harry struggles to keep his laughter back.

“Uhh… don’t worry about them! I’ll put them in the hamper!”

“Okay!” she sings back before you can hear her feet running away.

“Oh shit,” you chuckle, covering your mouth.

“I told you, you’re a minx,” he grins, stealing one last kiss before walking out of the bathroom, leaving you behind to recover from your little quickie on your own.

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