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a/n: I want to start getting more plot heavy for this series so expect things to actually change between them now ;)

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The Saturday morning weather was perfect for the fraternity's annual "Sexy Suds" car wash fundraiser. Excessive by Y/N’s standard considering she’s already been terrorized by Harry and a hose a few weeks ago (He has yet to return her blender).

“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

why does every fandom make everyone gay and in love with each other

the bad boi

"Kamala Harris raised 50+ million dollars after Biden dropped out!" you fools.... that's the money she got from selling Biden to One Direction :(

I genuinely think if you locked up the members of One Direction together in a studio until they completed an album with almost none of them on speaking terms they could make this century’s Rumors

I can’t believe a full version of just can’t let her go leaked on a random thursday and we just finally have this now

Hopefully Soon (Patreon Exclusive)

Mother’s Day brunch with Harry’s family gets a lot more serious when the two of you finally admit you want a baby together.

Word count: 8.4k

Warnings: Smut, Cursing

The restaurant had barely been open an hour and already every table inside was full. Mother’s Day brunch apparently dragged people out of bed before they were emotionally prepared for it, because the entire place carried this sleepy, crowded warmth filled with half awake conversations and the constant clinking of silverware against plates. Sunlight streamed through the front windows in soft golden bands, catching the rims of coffee mugs and glasses of orange juice while servers hurried carefully between tables balancing trays stacked with waffles and pancakes. Somewhere near the kitchen, somebody laughed loud enough to briefly turn heads before the room settled back into its comfortable hum again.

Harry looked like he was still only partially conscious.

His curls stuck out messily beneath the baseball cap he’d shoved on before leaving the house, and faint lines from his pillow still pressed against one side of his face. He’d spent the drive there complaining quietly about brunch reservations before ten in the morning and now sat slouched beside you in the curved booth like his body still hadn’t accepted the fact that the day had started. One arm rested lazily across the back of the seat behind your shoulders while he focused with surprising seriousness on making his coffee, squinting down into the cup like he was conducting a science experiment instead of adding cream and sugar.

“You’ve already put sugar in there,” you pointed out softly when he reached for another packet.

Harry paused mid motion and blinked slowly down at the cup. “Did I?”

“Yes. Twice, actually.”

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i’m in true shock x