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the whole point of life is just knowing a bunch of weird stuff and being kinda flirty

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Watermelon Sugar

Harry Styles | 2021 Grammys

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Harry Styles opens the 2021 GRAMMY Awards

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OKAY !

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.... 🧎‍♀️

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Harry Styles, very much shirtless in leather, performing at the 2021 Grammy’s

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THIS PART

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Harry Styles | 2021 Grammys

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Only Angel (Part 34)

70s!Rockstar!Harry Styles x Reader

Gif: @/zacharylevis

Masterlist

Only Angel Playlist & Only Angel Pinterest Moodboard

Summary: After reader finds Harry in a mess, she takes care of him. And brings along a special friend. 

Note: grammar and spelling errors. sorry for the super long wait !!! oopsies!!!! ): this chapter has made me v soft thoughhhhh. ALSO - I AM NOT A DOCTOR OR A MEDICAL EXPERT - WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE OVERDOSE AND AFTER IT HAS COME FROM WHAT I HAVE SEEN IN MOVIES SO SORRY FOR ANY INACCURACIES

AND THIS IS AN EDIT I MADE FOR THE ONLY ANGEL SERIES THAT I SUGGEST YOU CHECK OUT! 

AND PLEASE CHECK OUT THIS FANMADE TRAILER OF ONLY ANGEL made by @nosferatyou

Don’t be shy to leave a like, comment, reblog, ask, private message, any type of interaction about what you thought! I love responding to asks and interacting with my readers. Feedback, theories, questions, and comments are always great to read! I enjoy hearing from you guys, I appreciate it! It’s a motivator!!! And fanart is always welcome (: 

And a reminder that the Only Angel taglist is always open! (:

Warning: language, mention of drugs & alcohol, usage of drugs and alcohol (overdose), smut

Words: 3.3k+

***August 6, 1978***

The second your foot touched the green grass of the Malibu beach house’s front yard, you could tell something was off. The beach waves were calm. An eerie silence in the air. No birds singing.

As if no life occupied the house.

Walking up to Harry’s home, you noticed the curtains covering the windows. You and Harry always kept the windows open to enjoy the scenery, and to let the sun in. But this time, all the windows in the home were covered by curtains. Shutting you out. 

Something was wrong. 

Stepping closer to a large window, you attempted to peek through a small space between the curtains. You couldn’t exactly make out the view because of the angle, but you could see the piano in the living room. 

And Harry’s curls resting on the piano.

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Patreon Update (2021-03-04)

Hi everyone,

So as most of you probably know, I recently created a Patreon account, which is where I am now posting all of my writing. I initially chose to charge my patrons per creation, and I was happy with that option until a few problems arose. 

Unfortunately, I’ve been having some issues with people pledging to my Patreon, binge-reading my exclusive work, and then deleting their pledge immediately afterward. This particular strategy allows them to consume my writing for free. This isn’t fair to me, obviously, but it’s also not fair to my patrons, because they’re the ones paying for this content.

I’m just posting this to let all of you know that I will be charging per month from now on! My tier price is still the same ($5 CAD; you can click here if you’re curious about the conversion rate to USD, EUR, GBP, or AUD.) 

The only difference is that when you pledge to become a patron, you will be charged upfront. After that, you will be charged at the beginning of every month, which is the standard procedure on Patreon.

If I know that I won’t be able to post any writing during a particular month, I will pause the membership payments. This means that you won’t be charged for that month, so don’t worry. 

If you have any further questions, please feel free to shoot me a message! And if you’re interested, you can sign up for my Patreon here.

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A formative pic for me // 3.1.2021

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“Oh, Benedict!” ☆ミ

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Hell of a Morning

A/N: here’s that demon!harry thing i’d been working on for a while and finally finished!! :D 

word count: 8.5k

content/warnings: smut bruh heheh

Y/N gasps lightly when she feels Harry’s hips shift against her behind, the cold air rushing into her lungs causing her breathing to stutter. One of Harry’s thighs has somehow moved to be pressed right up against the center of her bum, resulting in her spine shuttering.

She swallows thickly, her eyes glazing over as she continues to stare at the simmering concoction she has in the pot below her, but she can feel Harry’s evilly delighted gaze burning into her temple. She clears her throat quietly before speaking, just to make sure her voice doesn’t come out as an embarrassing croak. “Your thigh’s kinda…uhm…poking me?”

Y/N closes her eyes in mortification as she hears him snort a laugh at her expense, his head shaking in mild condescending glee at how uncomfortable she’s acting because he knows how much she actually loves his teasing. She momentarily weighs drowning herself with the liquid in the pot because thighs don’t poke. That’s common sense.

It couldn’t possibly get worse, she would assume. But of course she’s mistaken.

Harry leans his head forward a bit to the point where his hot mouth is brushing across the shell of her cold ear, the ridges of the rosy skin causing her shoulders to jitter at the feathery sensation. When he speaks, the breath of his whisper washes warm and sticky across the side of her neck and across the curve of her jaw, his tone suggestive and heavily amused.

“That’s not my thigh, darling.”

or smug demon!harry, Apple Jacks, 14th century oatmeal, “Oh my Dad,” and “dehydrated intercourse, young virgin maiden?”

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hi here’s something i wrote as kind of a part two to this blurb. read that before reading this! this blurb isn’t too long, just short of 2k words. enjoy!!!!!!!! let me know what ya think!! if you wanna donate to the poor and broke, aka me, click here. thanks!

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Mia’s very happy with the person Harry’s become, and she often finds herself staring at him absentmindedly, eyes glazed over, just watching him do mundane tasks. It’s inspiring. And praiseworthy. He did a 360 with his personality, his anger, his emotions. He handles work better. He handles them better.

She lays on his chest sleepily, tracing the butterfly with her fingertip softly, smiling at how he tries to suppress a laugh due to how badly it tickles. His muscles become hard under her touch, controlling the feeling the best he can. She’s been tracing his tattoos for ages now, laying in his arms post sex. The bed sheets are covering most of their bodies, just two lovers pressed together in the king sized bed with nothing but underwear on. The lights are turned off, lamps lighting the room weakly, and Harry and Mia lay in the middle of the bed, holding each other.

Harry’s the first to speak up, his voice low. “Penny for your thoughts?”

Mia blinks out of her daydream, tilting her head to look at him. His eyes are closed, curls falling into his face, dark and well defined. She admires his beauty for a moment. “Don’t cut your hair again.”

His chest rumbles with laughter. “Not what you were thinking about. But noted.” His eyes don’t open. “What are you really thinking about?”

“You.”

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hi, here’s a little harry and miriam blurb about doing stuff in public because :D

as always, please donate to my ko-fi here so i don’t go broke, and tell me what you think about the blurb! 3k words. happy reading!

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Harry’s fixing his hair in the mirror when Miriam walks by him and asks, “Can I see your phone?”

There’s one stupid strand of hair that isn’t tucking behind his ear and it’s driving him insane. He murmurs, “On the bed,” as he continues wrestling with the hair product and the piece. He just doesn’t understand. It always sticks behind his ear. Why isn’t it going now? He didn’t sleep with wet hair, and it’s not greasy.

After a few moments, he pauses, dropping his arms to relieve the ache that’s built up. Instead of worrying about the hair, he fixes his shirt’s buttons and then glances back at his girlfriend who’s looking intently at his phone. In her other hand is a pink thing, that, upon looking closer, he realizes is a vibrator.

“Hi,” he says slowly, sitting besides her. “What are you doing?”

The look she gives him is filled with excitement. “Connecting the vibrator with your phone.”

His brows pull together. “Why?”

“So you can control it with an app.”

“We’re running a little late, my love. Can we do this when we come back? You know how Alisha gets when we’re late.”

There’s a shimmer of mischief in her eyes. As always, it makes his face soften with love. “You’re going to control it during dinner.”

Whoa, what? Okay. Backtrack. Harry’s eyes narrow, taking his phone, looking at it. “Is this going to be one of your bad ideas?”

Miriam throws her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and presses a light kiss to his cheek. Her lip gloss sticks to his skin. “I never have bad ideas.”

Harry raises a brow when he glances back at her. “No? How about when you decided to eat sushi and then go out for drinks and it caused you to throw up all night long?”

Her lips pout, searching his eyes. “That didn’t happen.”

“No? Must have been with my other girlfriend.”

That gets her. She pushes him away with a huff. “As if you could get another girlfriend without peeing your pants.”

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Women be treating themselves to Special Coffee Drinks to motivate themselves to accomplish tedious errands

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