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Do you think 2024 is going to be the new 2014?❤️
Noooo 2024 is the new 2024 💖💖💖 bigger better more beautiful more love
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Bringing the Queen Home*
hi yes hello. this fic is about persephone being a late to returning to hades!harry, so he decides to take matters into his own hands. 6.5k words and, as always, happy reading :)
tw: mention of child passing away
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Hecate and Hermes glance at each other as Harry stalks past them again, the look on his face murderous. The effects of his rage have been prominent from the trembling of the palace walls and the cold air shifting through the gardens. His arms are behind his back as he paces, hands in fists.
Hermes is the first one to speak. “Er, my king. Perhaps we should look into communicating with Dem–”
“Say her name and I’ll kill you.” Harry’s growl is demonic. He turns his black eyes to Hermes, daring him to say more.
Hermes (tries to) stand his ground, but he shifts back towards Hecate against the corridor wall and murmurs, “Your turn.”
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Protection VII
Read the rest here: Protection
Warnings 6.2K words of angst (and maybe like two or three lines of PG-13 smut)
“Don’t you look lovely, darling. Meeting a date?” Niall asked.
Harry glared at him. She shook her head with a laugh. “No, no dates after the ankle thing.”
“You’re better off without him,” Niall agreed.
“Harry said the same thing.”
“M’sure he did,” Niall smirked knowingly.
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Bad Idea, Right? H.S
Summary: It was always a bad idea to answer your ex-boyfriend's call... yet time and time again you just couldn't help yourself. This is one of those times, and possibly the last you'd be referring to him as an ex. (non-famous musician LHH)
Warning: smut. oral (f receiving), penetration, dirty talk, mild spanking, mild choking
Word count: 10k+
Author’s note: This is based off one of my fav songs atm, 'Bad idea right?' by Olivia Rodrigo, as clearly indicated by the title! It also draws inspo from 'Talk' which gives LHH vibes to a T so I couldn't not use it... anyway, enjoyyyyy x
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Anonymous asked:
i’d DIE for the hurt/comfort trope would you pleaseee feed us some yasmine and harry hurt comfort?? like it’s even easier than for other couples because poor yasmine is hurting 80% of the time 😭😭 if you don’t wanna do it for them because it’s too obvious save the idea for another couples night please!!!
Harry eyes Yasmine holding her fork with a death grip. Normally, he’d laugh about it and ask her what's wrong, but by the way she refuses to take her eyes off her food, he thinks it’s a little more serious than that. Best not to make a joke about her wanting to kill him.
So he puts his own utensils down and waits for her to say something herself. It takes some time, but when it happens, it happens very quickly. One second Yasmine’s cutting into the steak Harry’s prepared for her, and the next, her knife and fork are clattering on the plate and she’s pressing her hands into her eyes, her shoulders shaking. "Fuck!" she whispers.
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Harry Styles is your sworn enemy. You've decided to take a holiday in the Scottish Highlands, and so has he. And there's only one bed…
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A/N: Hiiiiii! I think I announced this like 3 months ago and never finished it, but we're finally here! I actually really fucking love this story. I've never done this 'one bed' trope before, nor an enemies-to-lovers OU, because EVERYONE loves H man, right? Well, not this YN. And he's not too fond of her either. I'm really excited to share it with you. Again, what started as a one shot grew into a two-parter because I simply cannot contain myself when the ball starts rolling. Anyhoo, to my forever friend @all-things-fic, thank you as always for reading this through and making me snort at your comments and being the ultimate validator <3
Word Count: 13,261 Trigger Warnings: Swearing (obvs), vomiting, bed-sharing with a sexy man
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Rain. Persistent, unabated, never-ending, relentless rain. It was all you’d heard and seen all day and you were sick of it. You’d never really minded it until today, but thanks to one shit-show after another, you were ready to relinquish it. You wanted it gone. Your summer holiday was already off to a bad start.
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sunshine (part 2)
In which Harry's a little bit nicer, and y/n is very excited to possibly, hopefully, maybe be kissed.
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Y/n’s apartment is filled with a bunch of people she doesn’t know. Maddie has a bunch of people over – not really a party, but a fairly large gathering. A few of her school friends, a couple of her co-workers…. nobody that y/n is really close with, though.
That’s why she locked herself in her room, away from the music and the stuffy, smoke-filled air. She said her polite hello and everything, of course! But… she just wasn’t in the mood to hang out with Maddie’s friends. They weren’t really y/n’s type of people, and the smell of weed is giving her a terrible headache.
She bunches up her hair in her fists as she stares at the math problem in front of her. She had been able to do integrals just fine with Harry, but when you add trig into the equation? She’s thoroughly fucked. Not even The Organic Chemistry Tutor could help her work through this problem.
A knock on her door makes her jump. “Come in,” she says politely, though her brows are still furrowed grumpily as she stares at the calculus in front of her.
“S’this room taken?” a deep voice murmurs.
She whips her head around, heart fluttering excitedly in her chest. “Harry,” she says softly. “What are you doing here?”
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Tbh i care a looot if its yas and harry🐒
okie here this is just for you <333 i just wrote it <333
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Though Yasmine's complete attention is on the TV, she keeps tilting her head back to give Harry better access. Well, to give him better access for his kisses at least. She’s not letting him do anything else.
He’s got her trapped in his arms, and every single time his hands slide under her shirt, she sends him an icy look that has him retreating immediately. He gets the idea, really, it’s just that it’s so cute to see her with that signature frown and semi threatening eyes. It’s so adorable.
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Roommates Part 6
summary: The morning after and their next hookup...
warning: mutual masturbation, dirty talk, gentle domrry
word count: 9k+
author’s note: After 6 damn months, part 6 is here. This is one of those series I lost all motivation for... then I randomly found that motivation again and decided to finally finish off the draft that's been sitting in my drafts for months.
It's been a while, so for new and old readers I heavily suggest going back and rereading the series (or if your memory is excellent, at least part 5 to get a gist of what's going on). Read Part 5 Here
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sunshine (part 1)
In which Harry's a dick and y/n is a virgin who cries a lot.
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Y/n wonders if she thinks too highly of herself.
She thinks she’s pretty. Not in an obnoxious, self-obsessed way! She knows she’s not a supermodel, and she definitely has a lot of days where she looks and feels totally dead – but at the end of the day, she’s not hideous. She splurges on pretty makeup products, does her hair in the mornings, spends a decent amount of time planning out cute outfits… you know, little things to make herself feel pretty!
She brushes her teeth twice a day, showers regularly, flosses. Wears pretty perfumes that smell like flowers and lip gloss that tastes like strawberries. There’s a stash of gum in her bag that she’s always chewing on, so she knows she doesn’t have bad breath; and she carries an extra deodorant in her backpack too, so you can’t tell her she’s repulsive or anything like that.
She’s kind. She smiles at strangers and always laughs at people’s jokes (even if they aren’t funny)— holds the elevator door open and says a polite “good morning” or “hello!” with her happy, cheery voice. And even though she’s a bit shy, she tries her best to spread love and kindness in the world. It just makes her happy to make other people happy!
Plus, being nice means that everyone else is nicer to you. So even if she’s in a bad mood, she’ll fake a smile and pretend like she’s happy y/n.
But, she wonders... if she has all of these amazing qualities– if she really is as pretty and kind and wonderful as she makes herself out to be– then why hasn’t she been kissed yet?
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♡ CHERRYJUICEBLUES’ MASTERLIST ♡
Last updated: July ‘23
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
***18+ ONLY***
One Shots:
y/n and harry go to a halloween party and harry has the perfect costume. | vampire!harry
harry is immeasurably happy after his history-making night at The Brits (and horny). | brits!harry
harry has grown in some places and y/n is more than obsessed.
Multipart:
Vanilla Lime * [<60k] fin.
y/n accidentally summons a demon and he won’t leave her alone. | demon!harry
y/n finds life difficult and harry just wants to make her feel good | dom!harry
Thank you for reading! <3 Feel free to ask me anything or leave feedback here :) RBs are always appreciated!
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Gala After Gala
Harry didn’t know that one moment with Y/N would change his life.
Word count: 28,920 (no joke)
A/N: hi amores! this has been something i have been working on for months. this is older harry and I can honestly say i’ve poured my heart into this piece. special mention to @matildashoney who was just an amazing support as i worked on this on and off. thank you for being patient with me friends! 💜
i hope you enjoy, my loves. buckle in, grab your waters and happy reading!
Warnings: slow burn!!!!! (it’s worth it), angst, fluff, smut (female pleasure)
Another gala. Another check to write.
Harry has to remind his assistant to stop accepting these invitations for him. Next time he’ll mail a check out instead. He had finished buttoning his velvet maroon coat as he handed off his keys to the valet for the hotel. The doorman guided him down the entry leading him to the extravagant ballroom.
To no surprise, the venue was decorated beautifully. There seemed to be a common theme of gold and flowers. At every turn, he saw a waiter with a boutonniere in their left pocket. The tablecloth shimmered under the dimmed lights, unlike the usual cheap fabric he saw at other events. For food, appetizers were lined up in the back with small places and forks to the side so one could serve themselves to their liking. Dinner was set to start in an hour once most of the guests arrived.
Harry mingled with a drink in his hand, not bothering to force a smile, he had the displeasure of knowing most of the people in attendance, and he can’t say he’s the biggest fan of them. They all had one thing on their mind: money. None of them cared about the cause for tonight, Harry included. All they were there for was to flaunt their money and see who could donate the most, and by the looks of it, Old man Tommy was looking to take the win by how aggressively he was signing his checkbook.
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a blurb about harry and lucía vacationing in ecuador, but everytime someone mentions a wedding or marriage, the reader has to take a shot hehe. 4.2k words of fluff. happy reading!
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It comes as no surprise that half way through the movie that Lucía’s selected, she’s fast asleep on Harry’s shoulder. It’s kind of interesting how she sleeps though she has earbuds in and the movie, which is an action movie with lots of fighting and loud noises, doesn't even affect her. She snuggles up against him and sleeps as if it’s the most normal thing. She even sleeps through the turbulence that has Harry gripping his seat, muttering swears under his breath.
She wakes up halfway through the flight all glassy-eyed, and looks up at him. He’s thrown a blanket over them and turned her movie off.
“You slept for several hours,” he whispers. “Your neck is going to hurt so bad.”
She’s blinking the sleep out of her eyes. “Should have bought one of those neck pillows.”
“Says you can buy them on the flight for a mere 30 dollars if you were interested.”
She frowns. “I’ll take your shoulder instead.”
“It’s quite comfortable isn’t it?”
“Quite. Can you come closer?” Despite her asking nicely, her hands are literally grabbing his shirt and trying to pull him to her. He moves in and wraps his arm around her shoulder, leaning in to kiss her head.
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yesterday was fic writer appreciation day, and in honor of that i’ve put together a masterlist of all of my god-tier fics. there’s many, many more on my fic rec tag if you’ve read all of these! to all the writers out there, i love you, i appreciate you, i see you, and always feel free to send me ur work! xoxo
also sorry this is fucking CHAOS because it became really long. there’s no organization here and no descriptions because there’s so many, so pls click through and find some new fics to read!!!! many of these have smut bc i’m a slut for some smut whoopsie. one shots + fics all mixed in. ENJOY!
also i’m sorry but for some reason this post literally does not work on desktop but does on mobile so PLEASE view on mobile for links :) soz i hate tumblr
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you’re someone i just want around masterlist
a story about opening up to new dynamics, an undealt past, a stolen ring, a psychotic ex, and an alluring young man with a peculiar taste in beverages.
a @sunflowervolvimp3 and @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy collaboration
fic trailer : character cards : ysijwa playlist I : ysijwa playlist II : ysijwa tag : on wattpad : on ao3
Harry hates clubs.
In his two hundred years of life, through many trials and tribulations, through tricky scenarios and annoying encounters, through thousands of unappealing circumstances and patience-testing events, he doesn’t think anything quite compares to the crowded, nerve-wracking experience that is a Los Angeles club on a Friday night during peak hours.
According to his wise, humble opinion, it’s absolutely fucking petrifiying. He’d rather swallow a stake than have to spend hours in a dimly lit room with synthetic smoke choking his lungs, half-conscious humans stumbling around into him, and the stench of sweaty bodies mixed with liquor fumes, alongside the faint yet unmistakable waft of vomit.
Yeah, Harry would definitely rather eat a red oak spear than have to shoulder that.