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That Gucci film gave me rich, estranged, quirky, and incredibly lonely young old money millionaire who does every day things like get fish and chips in expensive suits because that’s all he owns. He always goes into town, but no one ever interacts with him out of wrongful fear and intimidation. He isn’t sure how to interact with them either. He descends from his tower or whatever, only to go right back up, leaving the rest of town in their speculations.

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I started reading this last night and haven’t stopped it’s so good. Love it. 10 out of 10 recommend

LIGHTHOUSE MASTERLIST

From an intern running coffee while still in school, to second in command at one of the best realty companies in London - Lighthouse Real Estate had become a huge part of your life. It allowed you to work for yourself in every sense, and afforded you the luxury of a nice apartment in center city. Your home was your safe haven, and you valued people trusting you enough to help them find their own space. And not only did you love your job, but you were good at it.

Well, until you met Harry Styles - the enigma you never could have anticipated.

A story of finding out what’s beneath the surface and seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.

- A Slow Burn AU // Harry x Reader -

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Rated: M, mature || Word Count: 31.9k 

INSPO || STORY TALK || AWARDS

All of my writing can be found here and feel free to come talk to me here!

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When Y/N applied to study at the art school located in Golden Hills, a small city hidden amoung the mountains, blessed by a beautiful coastal line that is known to captivate large ammounts of turists all year around, she would’ve never guessed that she would find herself willingly stepping into a subculture in which the limits are as blurry as the feelings she shares for Harry, a green-eyed boy with long hair, black clothes and a very messy heart.

Listen to the Damaged Goods Spotify Playlist: Here

Genre: Enemies to Lovers | College AU

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Alcohol & Drug Use, Borderline Abusive Behavior

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• This story will mention actions that may be considered as borderline abusive, such as public humiliation and verbal abuse. If you’re sensitive to any of these subjects I advise you not to read it.

• Even though one of the main characters in this story is inspired by a real person (Harry Styles), I purposefully avoided mentioning his last name because writing explicit things under his name made me feel a uncomfortable, since he never conceded me the right to write about him.

• Every character mentioned in this story is a legal and consenting adult.

• Although the events narrated are completely fictional, they’re inspired by real college traditions that I’ve experienced myself. I later realized that understanding these traditions may be a little challenging if you’re not already familiar with them, so if you’re curious or want to know more about them feel free to ask.

Chapter I - Golden Hills (11/07) Chapter II - The Rabbit Hole (13/07) Chapter III - Mouthful of Pride ( Coming Soon: 15/07)

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MASTERLIST!!!

Aside — if you have a disability and would like me to write about Y/N having it, please send in a request!

Smut ❀

Fluff ☆

Angst ＊

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you get me closer to god; mob!harry (chapter i)

masterlist*

pairings: harry styles x reader

word count: 1720

summary: a mob!harry au. mafia!daughter reader escapes a bad situation in america under the protection of one of her fathers london associates

warnings: none this chapter (smut!!!!!!!!!!!!! filth!!!!!!!, mentions of violence, blood in upcoming)

a/n: here it is!!!!!! mob!harry!!!!! im pretty stoked about this one! no smut in this chapter, but the rest of the fic will be absolute filth as per usual. i hope you love this one and theres more to come soon <3

***read the prologue here

Since the day you arrived in London, Harry had spared no expense in doting on you. He was always a proper gentleman, checking on you himself to see if you were comfortable, sending his men to attend to any need you could possibly have.

“She’s here under our protection,” you’d heard him say. “You’ll do exactly as I say.”

It was a bit jarring at first, the amount of attention showered on you.

You’d tried to brush it off, thinking that perhaps it was no different than your father’s men back home looking after you, you thought.

But the lingering glances and comforting touches seemed to carry a bit more weight, seemed to last a bit longer than that of a hired consigliere looking out for the boss’s daughter.

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hope you're okay!

aw yes im doing okay! i hope you are too. quarantine has been super stressful and society in general has been as well. with these protests i mean. it sucks that it has finally come to this, but i feel like for change, some action needed to happen. it’s sad that in the process people are getting hurt, but people’s voices that are important are being heard, and i feel like sacrifices are needed. this is only the beginning. black lives matter.

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this is the next level

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WATERMELON SUGAR | HARRY STYLES

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Prologue: Stage 12

TW: in later parts, this story will contain brief mentions of cheating so if that’s triggering to you at all, proceed with caution!

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If there was one thing you were absolutely sure of in this world, it’s that there’s nothing more infuriating than LA traffic. Checking your car’s clock for the fifth time in the last two minutes, you hoped that by some miracle, time would slow down enough for you to not be late to the first meeting of the season. 

9:55am. 

You huffed and gripped the steering wheel a little bit tighter with your left hand as you waited for the light to turn green. You began picking at your lip with your other hand, a nervous habit you had developed over the years.

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i’m so soft

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