42 Hours (II)

Content: part 2 to an enemies to lovers au in which Harry and Y/N are forced into a cross country road trip to make it to their best friends’ wedding on time!! includes a karaoke bar in Cleveland, Ohio, sharing of motel rooms (oh my god there was only one bed 👁️👁️), and a lesbian wedding in the Catskills

Warnings: language, alcohol, NSFW content, making fun of Nebraska and The Notebook

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Word Count: 32k

A/N: okay can I just say that I am so glad this is finally done. I have been working on this fic for over a month!!! the entire thing is over 51k in length!!!!!! my word doc is almost 100 pages!!!! this was meant to be a fun story about enemies to lovers stuck on a road trip!!!!! what happened!!!! but thank you guys so much for all the love and support and interest in this story <3 I was really nervous about splitting it up (which looking back was a good choice because again. it’s so long.) but you all showed so much love for the story and the characters!!!! I’d like to give a special shout out to miss andrea @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy​ and miss alex @darthstyles​ for proof reading, and miss andrea again for this pretty header image!! if you’re looking for any good reads after this, I highly recommend checking out their masterlists!! and as always, if you like this fic, please like it AND reblog it!! and shoot me a message about it!! feedback is always appreciated, not just by me, but by ALL content creators, and is the main motivation for us to create more for you all to enjoy!!

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here is everyone’s wedding looks!! and HERE is a lil moodboard of Jo and Laure’s wedding so you can sense the vibes!!

also!! if you want to set the mood for a road trip with Harry, here is a link to the playlist that is mentioned and referenced in this fic!!

It’s almost instantaneous, Y/N notices, how quickly and easily she and Harry fall into a rhythm of friendship. From the moment she wakes up the next morning to a blue sky, the storm long passed, and Harry holding out a cup of black coffee for her, the stress and anxiety of the previous day is gone. There’s no watching herself around Harry, biting her tongue to stop herself from snapping over every small motion he makes as he fidgets in the driver’s seat.  There’s no irritation caused by the way he taps his fingers on the steering wheel, or how he asks any question that crosses his mind, speaking out his random chain of thoughts just as often.  

The thing that Y/N’s come to realize is that Harry is so much more interesting than she’d ever thought. He’s certainly more interesting than the endless fields of corn that whip by her window as he drives down the interstate.  His jokes are dumb, but he says them with such a big grin on his face that she can’t help but laugh.  His comments are strange, but Y/N finds herself enjoying the weird words that slip from his mouth without being caught by a filter.

“If we were in a Children of The Corn situation,” Harry begins, raising his voice to be heard over the sounds of Simon and Garfunkel. “Do you think you’d be able to outsmart the cult?  Or would you get sacrificed to He Who Walks Behind the Rows?”

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this... this was amazing i love dedicated writers are to their work because i get to experience reading masterpieces like this

I know someday I'm gonna be with you.

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Request: no

Requested by: -

Word count: 1743

A/N: I'm in an angsty mood right now and I just NEEDED to write something other than someone cheating so:) this happened lmao but enjoy and uh yuh - I just finished writing and I hate it and I kinda lost motivation sorry :(:(:(

Warnings: death, angst, car crash, I apologise in advance - not proofread

It was a Sunday morning - the sun was out the smell of sound of kids playing was filling the air and most importantly Harry was with you, his head resting gently on your shoulder as he stares up at the sky - eyes squinting because of the bright sun. A sigh from Harry breaks you out of a daydream as he starts to fan himself, clearly too hot.

”Would you like me to pop off to the shops for some lollys? I’ve been trying to go all morning but someone wanted to be a clingy baby” You joke as he rolls his eyes, a smile playing on his lips and nodding slight in response to the question and completely ignoring the little dig aimed at him. You stand up from where you both were sitting and straighten out your trousers, “I’m gunna go now cause if I don’t move now I’ll never go” You once again joke as you head in to get your shoes. Harry looks over to where you were once sitting and sighs happily, unlike the one earlier, and feels euphoric.

Grabbing your purse you quickly pop your head out of the back door, saying your goodbyes and that you will be back soon and then you finally leave the house and make your journey to the shop - not taking the car because it would be too hot and you have perfectly working legs so there was no point. Walking down the street you smile at the sound of the birds chirping, kids playing and the heat dancing along your skin to not watch where you’re going as you cross the road - only breaking out of your zombie like chance at the sound of honking and the sound of a cars brakes being slammed down.

Ringing. Why were your ears ringing? Your vision too, it’s blurry. As everything comes back to normal you finally hear the screams of people - some trying to comfort you and tell you everything’s gunna be okay, some calling an ambulance in a rushed panic voice but one was so distinct that it already made you feel better even though you barely had any idea what was going on. It was Harry.

Harry was just sitting out the back, barley moved an inch when he heard the same sounds - the skidding of a car, the honks and then finally a large bang and all Harry felt was his heart drop because he knew deep down that it was you that had been hit. He immediately stood up and ran outside to see what had happened and he just saw a body laying on the ground with a yellow dress, sandals and that was the exact thing you wore when you left. Without stopping himself he started sprinting over to you, screaming your name in pain and anger at himself for not going with you.

As Harry drops next to you and he took you gently and placed your head on his lap, tears steaming down his face at the sight of his girlfriend laying almost lifeless covered in bruises and scratches but the worst thing was the amount of blood. You on the other hand suddenly felt this excruciating pain, one that carried the whole way through your body like you’re being stabbed over and over again as you let out cries of pain and all Harry wanted to do was take that pain off you but he knew he couldn’t and that made him feel like pure and utter shit.

“The ambulance is on their way,” A lady says to Harry and he nods and smiles in appreciation as he quickly turns his attention back onto his girlfriend, who seems to have gone completely weak as she silently cries, “Hear that baby? They’re on their way you just gotta stay awake a few minutes longer okay?” He says which you can only nod too, not trusting your voice, “You can’t leave me okay? You can’t. Remember everything we promised? We would get married in Venus and then go to Hawaii on our honeymoon and then we would have 2 kids, a boy and a girl and we would be the best parents ever. Then, we would move out and get a small place to ourselves, one we can grow old in as our grandkids grow around us. Remember that? We still have that ahead of us you can’t leave” You nod, smiling at the thought of all that but it quickly leaves as you get another big strike of pain right through you and the blood leaving at a quick pace, making you weak.

The ambulance seems to be taking ages and it’s making Harry angry, a girls life’s on the line and it seems like they’re cruising along like nobody’s business. Harry looks down again, since he was up looking for the ambulance, and his heart breaks more at the sight before him. Your eyes slowly closing but quickly opening again, trying so hard not to let the pain take over you and leave him but it seems to be getting harder as time goes on. Harry lets out a sigh as he leans in to you, kissing your blood stained lips for what he fears is the last time as he speaks words he never thought he would have to speak in a million years.

“You can let go now, it’s okay. I love you and you changed my life for the better, you made me the man I am today and I could never be more thankful for that. That’s it close your eyes, you’re okay you’ll be in a better place. I love you so much and so does your mum and your dad. All your friends. We’re gunna miss you so much” He says, his head resting against yours as everyone around holds in their sobs, their heart breaking at the young couple being torn apart forever and Harry sees your chest rise and fall for the last time, a small whisper of a ‘i love you’ as her last words and she lets go. Y/n Y/l/n is gone.

A couple of minutes pass and the ambulance finally show up and they take her from a sobbing Harry and take her into their ambulance trying to bring her back to life but there was no use, she had lost to much blood that it would only be a miracle for you to come back.

As one of the men announce you dead Harry sobs as he gets condolences from his neighbours but Harry just gives them a slight nod and walks back to his house not even wanting to watch the ambulance drive away. He gets indoors and just sits on the sofa, staring at all the photos the both of you have hanging around the living room trying to relive each one and the first one being one of him in a suit and you in possibly the most gorgeous dress.

It was the first date, Harry had taken you guys to a fancy restaurant which you claimed was too fancy and that even a stroll in the park would’ve done you but he just rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, “Now, what type of a man would I be if i didn’t take you out for a dinner?” He says, making you burst out laughing, “I don’t know about all the other girls you dated but I’m not one to be too fancy” you say which makes him smile, loving everything about you already.

He stares at another photo, this time you in a bikini holding up a glass of water and a big dorky smile on your face.

“Come on y/n! Smile for the camera” Harry shouts, taking slow steps backwards and a looking over his shoulder a few times to make sure that he won’t bump into anyone but still having the camera pointed in your direction, “Really Harry? One when I’m sunbathing probably looking like a bloody tomato?” You joke, lifting your sunglasses to give him a raised eyebrow look which makes him laugh, “Well, at least our kids will know how hot their mum looks as a tom-“ “That’s enough just take the photo”

Harry shakes his head, feeling suddenly overwhelmed as the realisation kicked in that his significant other had passed away, quickly picking up his phone and phoning his mum. “Hello darling, are you okay?” Anne asks, clearly happy but her voice quickly changes into a concerned when she hears the sniffles of her youngest, “Harry? Are you alright son?”

“She’s gone mum” is all Harry can say to her which makes her pause, thinking they’ve broken up she tries to reassure him that they will make up but he sobs, interrupting her little chat, “No mum, she’s dead. She’s not coming back” He sobs to her. Anne’s heart drops, tears coming to her own eyes at the thought of you passing away.

Anne loved you, she saw you as one of her own and she loved how happy you made Harry. She always used to tease the both of you guys telling you to hurry up and get married so she can have grandkids, that’s she’s getting older by the day. Now, she wouldn’t be able to say that and there would be no wedding or no kids. That breaks her heart too.

“I told her to let go though, Mum” Harry breaks the silence, “She looked so weak and fragile in my lap and I just knew she wasn’t gonna make it. It’s my fault. Maybe if I told her to wait longer she could’ve made it” Harry rambles on but Anne interrupts him angrily, “Harry Edward Styles, you listen to me. She would’ve preferred to die in your arms than in the ambulance. You did the right thing doing that and I’m sure she’s so greatful for it”

Harry sniffles over the phone, “Thanks mum, uh, I’ll pay for you and Gemma to fly over for the funeral” and after a few more minutes of talking and Anne comforting him he hangs up and makes his way up to the shared bedroom, trying to figure out how to tell your parents. He sighs and picks up yet another photo of you two and smiles, knowing your in a happy place.

“It’s okay, I know someday I’m gonna be with you”

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i think i physically felt my heart break

some pictures of harry performing ! (^‿^✿)

Fine Line II*

in which Faye is a lonely local actress, Harry is a tattooist, and together they’re the world’s messiest “friends” with benefits without ever acknowledging it. 8.5k (with a new moodboard!). happy reading, as always! x

FEEDBACK IS NOT ONLY WELCOMED, BUT ALSO ENCOU– you get what i mean. 

Read Part One here! 

please consider buying me a $2 coffee if you’d like to support me. thank you <3

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wait omfg i am so mad ive never read this before now because it truly is a masterpiece 

The Edge of All We’ve Ever Known

A/N: I actually really kinda loved this idea so I’m finally trying out a little friends-to-lovers thing, so let’s see how it goes, also, yes, I gave the reader my job in this fic just because I still have not read one fic where she has said profession, so enjoy! (Also, my first full Harry fic so pls be kind x)

WC: 4,427

“Wow, so you’ve been close, like that the whole time? Was she closest with you when you were all in the band, too?” Elvis asked, a slideshow now playing of 1D concert pictures and Harry nodded.

“I’d say so, yeah. I mean, no words can actually describe how close and… connected we are. The best way I could ever sort of describe it, ‘s that she’s m’ soulmate.”

The weight of his statement sat heavily on his chest and it felt like he was choking. For some reason, admitting that aloud on a live radio station had him seeing stars, had him realising that maybe there was more behind it than just a platonic, undeniable soul-consuming connection.

Maybe there always had been more.

or

Y/N’s Harry’s best friend and he finally gets asked about her in an interview. 

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okay i want to be loved like y/n

white wedding.

summary: your estranged aunt leaves you her estate in her will with the stipulation that you have to be married to receive your inheritance. luckily, harry is more than willing to help.

pairing: best friend!harry styles x reader

warnings: fluff, smut, angst if you squint.

song inspo.: white wedding - billy idol

word count: 13.4k

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do you want to know something?? I always wondered what the hell kind of hairstyle the Ancient Egyptians were trying to portray with depictions like these

and this

until I did my hair this morning and 

oh

welp

you can take the noses off our statues but until you find a way to take Egypt out of Africa we’re still going to find ourselves

I’m reblogging this post without all the salty, racist commentary because I’m sick of looking at it. please spread this around again in its pure form for posterity.

What’s funny is that white people thought they were hats/crowns 😂

ESIUQRAM

Here’s a really good post about this.

And here’s some pictures of the Afar people, who still live on the horn of Africa today.

Cool, huh?

Beautiful

People thought it was Hats and Crowns? How could they not see hair?

Because racism

There are actually ppl who study this stuff, and they aren’t hoteps, who have actual degrees and have done stuff like study ancient ppl’s. Look it up on YouTube and I’m sure videos will pop up, but yeah. It all comes down to one thing and that’s racism.

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when i kissed the teacher.

summary: the one man you want more than anything is the one man you can’t have - your english professor.

warnings: teacher/student relationship, age gap (implied), f receiving oral, whole lotta smut, whole lotta feelings, whole lotta angst

word count: 14.7k (strap in)

song inspo.: when i kissed the teacher - abba

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girl i was not ready

Sunday Dinner (Day 12)

A/N: Welcome to my first ever KINKTOBER!!!! I hope y’all enjoy these sexy stories while getting spooky! Also, please leave me some feedback!! Also the stories may become shorter, because I just found out I have to work 9 days in a row before my next day off and I’m super upset.

How This Works?: Every day for the month of October I will be posting a new story with a new kink!! Check out the prompt list to see what’s to come.

Warnings: SMUT, Cussing, Spelling Errors are likely and expect a fuck ton of over used commas. Better late than never right?!?!? Not edited at allllll. Sorry it took so long :)

Word Count: 1K+

Day 12: Getting Caught

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‘Race and racism is a reality that so many of us grow up learning to just deal with. But if we ever hope to move past it, it can’t just be on people of color to deal with it. It’s up to all of us – Black, white, everyone – no matter how well-meaning we think we might be, to do the honest, uncomfortable work of rooting it out. It starts with self-examination and listening to those whose lives are different from our own. It ends with justice, compassion, and empathy that manifests in our lives and on our streets.’ — Michelle Obama

alight with the lights out | diego hargreeves x reader [tua]

A/N: Thank you for all of your interest after I posted the teaser! It was VERY surprising and humbling; I’ve NEVER had so many people ask for a tag before. I only ask that if you asked for a tag, you interact with this fic SOMEHOW. And go find another story you love and REBLOG IT! LET THAT WRITER KNOW YOU LOVE THEM!

I’ll be honest, I’m very nervous about this one. I’m not sure if it turned out as good on paper as it did in my head. Please let me know what you liked and what you didn’t!

Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x vigilante, powered!Reader; this one may read a bit more like an OC because I’ve given the reader backstory, powers. She’s (you’re) a vigilante who regularly runs into Diego. I keep the physical description vague, so I hope you can still imagine yourself! 

Warnings: Language; who doesn’t love getting a little sweary? Violence, fighting, references to a shitty childhood, and separately, implied sexual assault (nothing graphic, I promise); angst and angsty dialogue; SMUT– 18+ ONLY PLEASE; lots of cocktease dialogue, fingering, pierced nipples (the reader’s not Diego’s– sorry), biting, rough sex, choking. Romance is its own warning. Fluff.

Word Count: 12.1k of sexy, self-righteous vigilantism, half-baked metaphor and of course, at least one literary reference. 

Summary: Diego Hargreeves, aka The Kraken, is secure about few things in life; one of those things being his vigilantism. He’s a hero. Until he meets a fighter who shares the same hobby, albeit with different methodologies. Diego isn’t quite as certain about her, but her mysterious abilities make him think he and his siblings aren’t the only ones in this world with power. If only she and Diego could just stay out of each others’ hair. It’s a good, old-fashioned ENEMIES TO LOVERS, lads!

Link to my playlist of songs that inspired this fic: here

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You wouldn’t hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. That was rule number one. Hell, if you could get away with it at all, you wouldn’t hurt anyone. 

But Mr. Adler hated children. And he had made it his mission to not understand you. To regard you with the utmost disdain. And unfortunately for you, Mr. Adler had married your mother when you were six years old. 

You had never known another father. Your mother refused to talk about the circumstances of your birth, or of the man who had supposedly been responsible. The lack of identity loomed like a large question mark over certain portions of your life. 

And Mr. Adler, that loud, controlling lout, was not about to fill that void. 

When you were in elementary school, you began to feel like you were different from the other children. Watching them carry about their days with their steel-pressed pop culture lunch boxes and not a care in the world. While you sensed your music teacher’s sadness when her cat had died. You could feel every anxiety that passed through your classmates on the day of a spelling test. You didn’t know why you could feel these things. You just could.

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this is everything wow

Fighting Fire with Fire

Summary : As said in the request, you caught Diego practising and well, things got kinky… and hot.

Request(s) :

Pairing(s) : Diego Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Warning(s) : Smut, unprotected sex, bitting, knife play, kinky shit my dude and swearing.

Words : 1110

A/N : I used three requests for this one ! Phew ! I know it’s a lot but I thought that it would be simpler this way and well, I think that the result is pretty good ! Enjoy and the requests are still open ! 

Masterlist - What/Who I write for

The Umbrella and the Sparrow Academy were living together since their return in 2019. Reginald Hargreeves was “kind” enough to let them live here, after all they had no one now and nowhere to go. The cohabitation had been somewhat… chaotic. Especially between you and Diego. You were too similar, you were in too much conflict and it led to a lot of arguments and especially for completely stupid reasons. The way he was about his “family” and especially his “Lila” was infuriating and annoying. “Lila here” and “Lila there” and “We have to find Lila”… You. Don’t. Care.

But for a few days now, you spent a quarter of an hour - a small quarter of an hour - watching Diego while he was training. He threw his knives like no other with his fast and nimble fingers, the muscles of his outstretched arms… The number of obscene thoughts that were going through your mind in those moments. You didn’t blame yourself. Diego was certainly unbearable and a little too proud but come on, he was beautiful, well sculpted and his scars… But what a humiliation it would have been for you to let him have you just once, your pride would have taken a nasty hit!

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