This Is The Main List Of All Of My Own Writings, Centered Around Harry Styles

Let Your Hair Down: Masterlist (finished series)

story summary:  Harry gets more than he bargains for when he falls not only for you but your little girl as well.

warnings: Chapters with two ** is smut chapters. One’s with three *** are ones I feel have some very sensitive topics. Please read the warnings at the beginning of every chapter. 

>A place to find all the chapters!

Chapter One.

Chapter Two.

Chapter Three.

Chapter Four.

Chapter Five.

Chapter Six.**

Chapter Seven.

Chapter Eight.

Chapter Nine.

Chapter Ten.

Chapter Eleven.**

Chapter Twelve. **

Chapter Thirteen.

Chapter Fourteen.

Chapter Fifteen.

Chapter Sixteen.

Chapter Seventeen. **

Chapter Eighteen.***

Chapter Nineteen.

Chapter Twenty.

Chapter Twenty-one.**

Chapter Twenty-two.

Chapter Twenty-three.

Chapter Twenty-four.

Chapter Twenty-five.

Chapter Twenty-six. ***

Chapter Twenty-seven.

Chapter Twenty-eight.

Chapter Twenty-nine.***

Chapter Thirty.

masterlist

* indicates smut

^ indicates fluff

` indicates angst

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series

late night talking (completed)

part one^ (late night talking)

a chance meeting with harry before his wembley dates leads you into a bizarre friendship

part two*^ (can’t get you off my mind)

your first night at LOT leads to a new depth to yours and harry’s… friendship.

part three*^ (so perfect for me)

harry shows you his softer side on your third day together

part four*^` (we could hide away)

when a photo of you and harry is leaked, your relationship suffers. can you manage to mend it despite hurt and miscommunication?

part five *^ (it’s just us)

the 4th and final night of wembley, y/n and harry reflect on their week together and think about the future

one shots

dr. styles*

fratboy!harry is a surgical resident in your class, and he helps you to relieve some stress

the pact*^ part 2*^

you and harry made a childhood pact to marry if you were both still single when he reached 30. now that his big birthday is approaching, you find out whether your friendship (and your pact) have stood the test of time

little angel*^

a little drabble of needy y/n and dad!rry goodness, the pact extra but can be read alone

to build a home *

buzz cut!rry and y/n spend their first new year’s together after splitting up and they look back on happier times. inspired by the song

Still In My Heart || th.

-–— series masterlist

⇾ social media au

pairing – ex!tom x singer!reader

summary – Just four months ago you broke up with your three years long term boyfriend, Tom Holland. After your break up you wrote a new album; 'Still In My Heart', which took the world by storm. But the thing that took you by storm, was when Tom suddenly started texting you again.

warnings – swearing here and there

a/n – I'm very excited to finally be posting this. A week ago, I binged through three smau series', so I got super motivated to make my own, so here I am. Please keep in mind that english isn't my first language, so there may be some mistakes here and there.

Updates when I have time

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⇾ intro

⇾ one

⇾ two

⇾ three

⇾ four

⇾ five

⇾ six

⇾ seven

⇾ eight

⇾ nine

⇾ ten

⇾ eleven

⇾ twelve

⇾ thirteen

⇾ fourteen

⇾ epilogue

– reblogs & comments means more than you think

smut: ✰ requests: ✧

| 𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 |

I love you ✧✰

blackened ink ✧

first time ✧✰

forever and ever ✧✰

from a run ✰

good girl ✧✰ [coming soon]

stressed ✰ [coming soon]

slowly yet surely [coming soon]

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paint me

Blacking Out and Breaking Hearts - Masterlist

Summary: Y/N is a successful musician, trying to navigate the world of stardom along with her complicated feelings for her best friend, Harry.

Chapters: 37, ongoing

Keep reading

boxer

Sweet As Honey (series) @c-h-e-r-r-y-y

Harry’s a famous boxer, living with y/n and their baby, and loving life…until his past comes knocking

Brutality (series) @strawberriestyles

In which Melody is reacquainted with an old classmate named Harry, and must keep afloat in the violent, criminal lifestyle of an underground boxer.

143 @havethetimeofyourstyles

in which harry joins a new gym and you’re a trainer there.

Pub Part 2 @perkqularkreashions

In which Y/N meets one of the New York’s notorious underground boxing champions, Harry Styles

The Boxer @moonchildstyles

harrys a boxer and really doesn’t like feeling things but then he meet (y/n) and she’s just too pretty and cute and harry can’t help but want her

Safe Word @maylovexhs

After Y/N sees H boxing, she wants to be rough . . in bed.

Sucker Punch @1994sunflower

months after harry broke up with you, you were determined to never see him again. but when you receive a text out of nowhere, inviting you to his next underground boxing match, you find that you might’ve not been as over him as you would have wished.

Model!Y/N and Boxer!Harry argue and “break up” just before Boxer! H has a boxing match @cherryfabi

Model!Y/N and Boxer!Harry argue and break up just before Boxer! H has a boxing match. Boxer! H loses the match and ends up in the hospital.

I Told You @hestylesno

In which Boxer!Harry gets a bit bruised up.

Black and Blue @lovemepleaase

in which harry is a boxer with a reputation to uphold and y/n is his weak spot.

Jab Cross Hook Uppercut @hrina

Harry is an underground boxer who may or may not have feelings for his coach’s daughter.

NFWMB @sunflowervolvimp3

in which you’re a nurse and he’s a boxer

His Whiskey, Her Ring @wanderingtrash

Boxer! Harry Imagine @4everinsane

Making You Stay @legend-waitforit-harry

Lando Norris Masterlist

All of my Lando Norris works!

Series

When in work Part 2

No because that hurt me! Part 2

Chat, what it this?

Oneshots

Paparazzi

Funny Gaming Moments w/ Max

So, you lied to me?

I said DONT peak C long, you suck!

Random Girl

Sing your heart out because he ripped your heart out!

They do be comfy tho!

Winning Gold in Life

I'd rather take my Whiskey neat!

Drunk in Love

It’ll come eventually, promise!

None of my Achievements are my Own

Type of Holiday Brit

Chelsea Vs Manchester City

Fan Zone Fanatic

Bags Under Our Eyes

18+

First time

Kinktober Day 4

Kinktober Day 7

Kinktober Day 21

Kinktober Day 24

Y/N Belmonte was getting her first break in a long time. There was no filming lined up and no new auditions to prepare for. You had decided to spend the next few weeks and maybe months with your best friend but after being surprised with a concert to love on tour and being recognized by the man himself, Harry Styles, well it led to an exciting meeting.

Now Y/N has found herself joining Harry and crew for the rest of the tour; it seems like you are in for a ride.

Love, friendship, and fame.

St. Paul, MN

Chicago, IL

Nashville, TN *

New York, NY *

Orlando, FL

Sunrise, FL

Tampa, FL

Raleigh, NC *

Pittsburgh, PA

New York, NY *

Cleveland, OH *

Uncasville, CT

Boston, MA

Atlanta, GA *

New York, NY *

Milwaukee, WI

Tacoma, WA *

Portland, OR

Sacramento, CA

San Jose, CA *

Glendale, AZ *

San Diego, CA *

Los Angeles, CA *

Los Angeles, CA *

Houston, TX

Little Rock, AR *

Belmont Park, NY

EXTRAS:

find your pleasing

love on tour: y/n belmonte

birthday angel

valentine’s day

(smut indicated in the chapter *)

Speechless | Carmy x Reader | Masterlist

tag ; #speechless

Main Story Word Count: 15.2k

Total Word Count (+ blurbs): 16k

* = contains smut, 🩸 = contains one of the following: blood, violence, gore, and/or weapon use (will be tagged accordingly!)

playlist | pinterest board | trilogy masterlist

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— main story ;

Chapter One: Old Friends, New Beginnings

You and Sydney have been best friends for years, now you get to watch her start her new adventure at The Beef with a chef she's long revered, Carmen Berzatto. Everything is fine — until you find yourself falling for the mysterious, closed off man. But Syd is your best friend first — hoes before bros, right?

Chapter Two: Fast Times & Fast Nights*

Now that you've met Carmy, he just will not leave your mind. You find yourself enthralled in the hustle and bustle at The Beef, even all the chaos doesn't squeeze him out of there.

Chapter Three: Dirty Little Secret*

Now that something finally happened between you and Carmy, one thing is undeniably clear; Sydney cannot find out. But things only prove to be even more difficult now that it finally happened, his presence in your mind is more permanent than ever. You never were too good at keeping secrets.

Chapter Four: I Just Wanna Know You Better*

You find yourself once again volunteering at The Beef while Carmy and Richie cater a party for Cicero, you make more connections with The Beef staff, but you miss him. Sydney is suspicious that something is up with you, big time, it's becoming increasingly difficult to hide things from her. What the hell have you gotten yourself into?

Chapter Five: Come Undone*

A party with a night of fun, a thoughtful gift — some missed texts. Tears, cookies, and nightmares. It's all been leading up to this. It's all about to come undone. + BONUS PLAYLIST ; Sydney's Birthday In The Club

Chaper Six: All Because I Liked A Boy🩸

Now that you've lost your best friend, what else is there to lose? Turns out there's more you could lose— a lot more. All because you liked Carmy. Is there any coming back from this?

Chapter Seven: All I Ask

It's time for Sydney to look for a new job, and your fight with Carmy is still plaguing your mind. Then, miraculously, you both end up right back where you started— The Beef, face to face with the one and only, the chef your best friend long revered, Carmen fucking Berzatto. How will things resolve? Will they even resolve?

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— the blurbs between ;

Childhood At The Beef

You and Syd take a lil trip to The Beef for lunch with her dad! (Around middle school/pre-teen age)

Morning After & Morning Wood

from august sleepover → 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood + 13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them + “  i made breakfast.  ” — from ; morning after prompts

Father Daughter Time

Sydney spends some time with her dad following your fight.

wreckage - charles leclerc

୨ৎ : pairing : charles leclerc x wife!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis : after a heated argument with charles, you watch in horror as his car crashes during a race

୨ৎ : genre : angst ୨ৎ : tws : car accident/injury, arguments/conflict, anxiety/panic, trauma, medical trauma. ୨ৎ : wc : 1318

part one | part two | part three | part four

They say life can change in the blink of an eye. One second, everything feels steady, solid, like the ground beneath your feet couldn’t possibly give way. And then it does. Maybe that’s the irony of it all—you never see it coming. Not really. You think you’re prepared, think you’ve braced yourself, but you’re never quite ready for the moment it all falls apart.

You fought this morning. Not just a little spat about something trivial—no, this was one of those fights that echoed louder than it should have. The kind that lingered, thick in the air, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth even hours later.

It wasn’t about anything catastrophic, either, but somehow, with Charles, the small things had a way of snowballing. His schedule. Your schedule. The time you didn’t have together. The things he didn’t say and the things you did.

“I’m trying, okay? You think it’s easy for me?” he’d snapped, his accent sharpening the edges of his words. “You know what this life is like.”

“Yeah, Charles, I do. But I also know you don’t get to use it as an excuse every single time something gets hard. I’m here, too, and I’m trying to make this work just as much as you are.”

His jaw had tightened, his gaze flickering to the ground before meeting yours again. “Sometimes it feels like no matter what I do, it’s never enough for you.”

You’d felt the sting of those words, like a slap across the face. But you weren’t one to back down, not even when the weight of his frustration pressed heavy on your chest.

“You don’t get to say that to me, not when I’m the one waiting, worrying, wondering if this is ever going to feel… stable. Do you know how hard it is to love someone who’s never really here?”

The silence that followed was deafening, his features a mix of hurt and anger, like he didn’t know which to lean into more. And then he’d said it.

“Maybe it’s hard because you don’t trust me enough to believe that I’m doing my best.”

You hadn’t answered, and maybe that was the problem. The fight ended there, not because either of you wanted it to but because there was no time to fix it. Not when he had a race to prepare for, and you had to pretend like none of this was tearing you apart from the inside out.

When you arrived at the paddock, it felt impossible to mask the weight of the argument. You greeted a few people with forced smiles, but you could see some of them watching you a little too closely. It didn’t help that Charles seemed just as tense, his jaw set and his usual ease nowhere to be found.

Carlos was the first to pull you aside, his brown eyes narrowing slightly as he leaned closer. “¿Qué pasa, eh? You look like someone stole your churros, and Charles… well, he looks worse. What happened?”

“Nothing,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “It’s fine.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. “Amiga, por favor. I know you, and I know him. Whatever this is, it’s not nothing.”

You sighed, glancing over your shoulder where Charles was talking to his engineers. “We just… had a fight this morning. It’s not a big deal.”

Carlos gave you a skeptical look. “Not a big deal? You’re both walking around like someone cancelled Christmas. If you’re not okay, neither is he. You should talk to him before the race.”

You hesitated, the memory of this morning’s argument still fresh in your mind. “I don’t want to distract him. He needs to focus.”

Carlos clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a small smile. “Tch. If you think he’s focusing now, you’re wrong. You being upset is a bigger distraction than anything else. Go.”

Reluctantly, you nodded and made your way toward Charles. He was still in deep conversation with one of his engineers, but when he saw you approaching, his expression softened—just slightly.

“Hey,” you said quietly, folding your arms across your chest.

“Hey,” he replied, his voice lower than usual. There was a pause, the tension between you lingering like a storm cloud.

“Good luck out there,” you finally said, your voice steadier than you felt. “I mean it. Be safe.”

Charles studied you for a moment, his green eyes searching yours. Then he nodded. “And… I’m sorry. For earlier.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, someone called for him, signaling it was time to get ready. He gave you one last look, then turned and walked away, leaving you standing there with words unsaid.

The race began, and for a while, the roar of engines and the blur of cars distracted you. Charles was in good form, holding his position, making clean overtakes. You found yourself exhaling with relief every time his car flashed across the screen.

But then it happened.

It was almost too fast to comprehend. One moment, Charles was rounding a corner, perfectly in control. The next, there was smoke, debris, and the sickening crunch of metal against metal.

Your heart stopped.

The commentators’ voices rose in panic, their words a jumbled mess that barely registered in your mind. “Oh no, that’s Leclerc… that’s a big one.”

Everything else faded—the noise of the crowd, the hum of your thoughts—until all that remained was the image of his car, mangled and still.

“Red flag,” one of them said, and that’s when it hit you. They’d stopped the race. It was bad.

Your hands trembled as you gripped the edge of the table, your breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be happening.

The minutes crawled by like hours, every second another layer of dread settling in your chest. You kept your eyes glued to the screen, desperate for any sign, any update, anything to tell you he was okay.

When they finally cut to the scene, you saw the medics surrounding his car, moving quickly but carefully.

“He’s conscious,” one of the commentators said, and you felt a rush of air leave your lungs, but it wasn’t enough. Not until you saw him. Not until you heard him.

You thought back to the fight, to the last thing he said to you, and it made you sick to your stomach. This couldn’t be the last memory you had of him, the last words you exchanged. It couldn’t.

You were already reaching for your phone, dialing his team, someone, anyone who could give you more than the vague reassurance of the broadcast.

“Please,” you whispered, the word barely audible over the pounding of your heart. “Please let him be okay.”

It’s strange, how quickly everything can unravel. You think you’ve got it all figured out, that the argument was just another bump in the road. But in the back of your mind, there’s always that voice whispering, telling you that things might never be the same.

And now, with every second that ticks by, your thoughts spiral, faster and faster, until you can’t breathe. What if this is it? What if those were the last words you ever said to him?

You close your eyes, trying to steady yourself, but all you can see is that image of his car, broken and still. Your pulse races. You told him you loved him today, but did he really hear you? Was he ever truly certain, or was that last moment of tension, the words left unsaid, enough to make him doubt everything?

You hate this. You hate the fear gnawing at you. You hate that you're sitting here, helpless, as he’s out there fighting for his life. That feeling of powerlessness—it’s unbearable.

Please, you think again, clutching the phone like it’s the only thing tethering you to reality. Please, don’t let this be the end.

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