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elioslover · 11 months ago
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Green-Eyed Monster- Harry Styles x Reader (kiss prompt).
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[Premise: Harry has been pining over his best friend's older sister for as long as he can recall. Here's some angst when the band goes on hiatus].
Prompts: "You're jealous, just admit it, you want to be the one kissing me." // “If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.” 
Word count: 2.6k.
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🍷 the guest 🍷
There is no reason for you to feel as bent out of shape as you are in this very moment, zoned out of a conversation with an old friend because standing behind her is the man himself- leaning against the balcony with a collection of adoring guests gathering near, Harry Styles. 
Harry Styles; whose boyband had just announced a hiatus. Harry Styles; is properly back in his hometown for the first time in half a decade. Acting- as you deem- far too nonchalant for someone as global as he seemed to be. He had simply slipped back into his old groove as if no time had passed at all. 
But all you can think about is how much time has passed. Harry seems almost unrecognizable- hair and tattoos only increasing in length and number. It’s only when his face takes intervals to crinkle with glee- smile cheesing, eyes squinting with joy- that you see the Harry you’ve known so long it feels as if life never existed before him. 
Even as his life is about to change completely- a whole new chapter challenging his past and now his future- Harry seems to have little reservation about embracing happiness. Perhaps his nonchalance is the reason your observation stirs into frustration and confusion, causing a sort of panic you were sure to have never felt prior. Who is Harry Styles now? 
Then again, your sudden distaste may also be attributed to the adoring attention he has been receiving all night- particularly that of the beautiful people who were visibly blessed with the chance to praise and pet him… And they were indulgently taking advantage of the opportunity. 
Harry, by the looks of it was eagerly lapping it up, happily reciprocating touches and even looking at some of them with a gaze you had once noticed when it was dedicated to yours truly. 
He definitely isn't a teenager anymore, and it dawns on you how impactful and influential his introduction to stardom had been. 
Where were these thoughts even coming from? Your mind never wavered to the thought of Harry unless a One Direction song came on in public or Jack dropped him in conversation. 
All the questions you had never pondered were causing your brain to swell, your body stuck in a frozen frenzy of how much has changed- for all of you- starting with the obscene and sudden assessment of his features- had you ever considered him as anything other than just… Harry? Has he always been so pretty? 
All of those thoughts shatter as you raise your glass for a sip and across the room, Harry’s arm wraps around an unknown auburn-headed woman’s waist- which, at the least, makes your stomach clench and at the most, has you tilting your head back to empty the glass in one desperate swallow. 
Without consideration, you hastily dismiss the person still animatedly engaging in a one-sided conversation and turn your back on the oddly upsetting scene happening against the balcony railings. 
Ignoring the high possibility of tripping, agitation carries you to the kitchen- abandoned and almost silent in contrast to the party vibing merely meters away- and you immediately get ahold of the nearest bottle of chilled champagne, filling your flute to the brim and have a hearty sip before finally settling, taking a deep breath, trying to untangle your thoughts- hopefully rid yourself of them for good. 
A couple minutes- what sounds like the length of a song- pass before you feel grounded and sane enough to rejoin the festivities. So, with a deep breath and a final sip for good luck, your faithful docs exit the kitchen and trail into the chatty confinements of the living room.
Lo and behold, Harry Styles is everywhere you go, practically blocking your path with his body pressing up against Auburn from outside, and he looks mere moments away from engaging her in a kiss. 
That silly sickly feeling threatens to return if you stay a moment longer, so your stare meets the floor and your feet pick up their pace, heading directly for the barricade that is Harry. 
His eyes bore into your own with a fervour that you will never forget and for a moment he has you pondering how such a magnificent emerald forest, framed by the wispiest of lashes, could have gone unnoticed for so long- how had you granted his adoring gaze such little attention? 
🍷 the host 🍷
Harry is in two minds about this evening- he can’t help but indulge in the praises and doting that showers him from each and every direction, his pulse is racing with ecstatic at the relief of finally being home again. 
His fears of everything changing have long passed, leaving his worries at the door as he is embraced with excited and excessive welcomes from anyone and everyone who looks his way. 
With his oldest and best friend, Jack, by his side once more, Harry feels no different than he did at that farewell party at least five years prior, enthusiastically greeting familiar faces, accepting each praise with a gracious humbleness. 
But Harry can’t tell if humble is even an accurate definition anymore and it isn't long before he feels his social battery starting to stutter and it’s clearly time for a drink. 
By the end of drink number two, his body is as relaxed as his mind, and Harry is now encouraging the constant vying for his attention- his supposed importance- especially when it includes an array of beautiful people stroking his extremely inflated ego. 
Leaning against the balcony railing, Harry cradles a whisky in one hand and the waist of a dazzling woman in his other. He hasn't actually been listening to a word said around him, nodding every so often as the small group around him eagerly bantered on. 
He’s just happy to be here and doesn't think it could get any better until he spots the only thing on earth that could permanently put him on cloud nine- his greatest dream all wrapped up in the gorgeous physical being that is yours truly- and suddenly Harry feels as if all of the happiness he currently feels is merely an appetizer to the type of joy he could be feeling if he were only across the room staring into your eyes. 
Oddly enough, your eyes are already set on him, suspiciously staring him down with an unreadable gaze that fills his stomach with an odd sense of unease. You look older- the same, but older- and something about that freaks Harry out and reminds him of his own age, how different things actually are now, even if it doesn't feel that way. 
And as if he were seeing you for the very first time, Harry cannot stop staring with bewildered admiration- his eyes darting from your trusty Docs to the extremely fashionable clothing you donned, sternly studying the dips and curves of your body before settling back on your grumpy, but heinously beautiful face. 
He felt it unreasonable- borderline evil- how much better you seemed to get with each interaction, how the hell was he to garner your attention now when he was already hardly capable of doing so for the last decade?
After you disappear into the sanctuary of the kitchen, Harry is too antsy to keep it together any longer and he finds his legs blindly following after you. 
He’s hardly in the hallway by the time his female company comes from outside- he didn’t bother learning her name. Her auburn hair was identification enough- and she caught up and captured his bicep between her cold hand. 
She ascends to her tippy toes, puckered lips finding their place just below Harry’s earlobe, her breath fanning over his sharp jawline as she seductively slips sensual suggestions his way, her free hand trailing up along his torso, fingernails tapping his chest. 
For a good moment, Harry truly does start to forget what he had gone on the hunt for, easily distracted by the shower of affection drizzling all along his body by the unknown woman. 
But, with a sudden shock, the kitchen door violently swings open to reveal your rigid figure, eyes furrowed and lips trapped fearfully between your gritted teeth.  
You are the spitting image of a deer in headlights, staring up at Harry with a look that has him stopping in his tracks, realizing that fate has struck again and he has his elusive person right where he wants you. 
Except, his plan to finally confront you had not included a third party and Harry could feel his face swelling with red blotches of blushy embarrassment. 
For a reason he can’t pinpoint, shame creeps its way into the pit of his stomach, fists clenched as his body turns to brick, and Auburn, still semi-latched on, is becoming so suffocating he feels like a lobster about to boil inside out. 
Rudely, and far too obviously, Harry disarms himself, shrugging his body from beneath Auburn’s grip and muttering some dismissive promise of meeting up with her later on- praying that his words are muffled enough that you don’t hear them. 
You aren't stupid though, and by the height your brow manages to raise in suspicion, Harry confirms that his words did not go unnoticed. 
His dismissal of Auburn seems fine by her as she smiles hopefully, giving him a swift kiss on his cheek before slipping past Harry and disappearing back into the party. 
Unfortunately, he isn’t surprised as you attempt to pretend this interaction was even occurring by disconnecting your shared stares, glancing your focus to the living room, and planning an escape route. But there is no choice other than to pass Harry and there is zero chance he will let you get away with it. 
Harry steps and then tilts his body closer, hoping to encourage you to do the same, but you stay put and only glare up at him expectantly and impatiently. He ignores your frigidity as if it were just a farce- it is- instead his smile turns to a full-on grin, reaching his eyes and crinkling cutely at the corners, and it spreads along his features with a fondness so fierce that you find yourself working overtime to avoid your face from breaking out into the same smile. 
“Avoiding me, hm?” He muses with a precious pout, “Y’know that hurts my feelings, klutz.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is. You do it every single time.”
Arms folding across your chest, face frowning with the preparation of upping your defensiveness in the name of dismissing Harry- just like old times,
“I see you enjoy lying for fun now.” 
Harry nearly scoffs but it projects as a sly smirk and points it at your painful scowl, 
“Y’do. Dipping in and out of patios… kitchens… Yet you always meet me in the hallway.” 
The stomach-knotting realisation that this is factual- how many times had this happened before? How many times would it happen again? Have it your way, and this will be the last time,
“Meeting and cornering are not the same thing.” 
“Stop tryna be smart.” Harry slightly, but softly snaps as his lips smack together.
“You’re ruder than I remember.” 
All snippiness leaves as soon as it comes, Harry sinks back into a swell of adoring amusement, 
“You rate?” 
“Ignoring your guests is a party fowl.” Definite diversion on your part. 
“Avoiding the host is a party fowl.” He counters. 
Weakly attempting to walk past him, only renders your back pressed up against the red abstract wallpaper. He remains put- which, to you, is rather unnerving- and upset is racing along your prickling skin, 
“I told you, I’m not avoiding you.” 
“Why don’t I believe you?” He edges closer with curiosity. 
“Just because you’re used to people throwing themselves at you doesn't mean I'm avoidant." You spit and suddenly, he’s so close. 
“They don’t all do that.” 
“Sure, Harry.” 
Have you two ever been this near before? Most certainly, but you could always chalk that up to intoxicated confusion- at least on your end had it ever felt this… intense? Is there any worldly justification for the suspicious stirring of curiosity now that he has so calmly and tenderly crossed the threshold of your personal space. 
Harry knows he has never felt as satisfied as he does whenever your bodies threaten to blend into one, but for perhaps the first time, he thinks you may consider this palpitating chemistry as something more than a silly game. 
But, he does so fondly enjoy the game, and if he pushes even a moment longer, Harry knows your patience will wither and guide you away from him for good. He uses a tried and true tactic,
“I like your hair.” He does. 
“Yours is like longer than mine.” It is.
“D’you like it?” Harry is deep within your space. 
“It’s alright.” You shrug, lying through your damn teeth. And you could leave it at that, but the bitterness has clearly taken over, “I’m sure the groupies are creaming, though.”
Hell, Harry has missed the pleasure of being in your preference, how electric and alive his body expels excitement and the anticipatory flames you will surely attack him with. He loves it- hates how much he does, can’t help but prod and provoke, 
“I can tell you’re agitated.” 
“Does that make you feel special?” 
“Can’t put my finger on why…” He ponders- Harry’s missing context, the type you are unwilling to confess- the only evidence he has is your pointed stare flickering with fury- wait, envy? “Oh.” 
“Oh, what?” 
“Oh, you’re jealous.” 
Your throat chokes on your stomach as you croak out a spluttered, “What?” as Harry’s chest brushes your shoulder blade and his spearmint-scented breath fans across your neck, 
 “I think you heard me just fine.” 
“You are delusional.” 
Is he, though? Has jealousy been the reason for your distaste and discomfort this evening? Are you as delusional as you believe Harry to be? He seriously thinks so, skin tickling your own,  
“Maybe… Still think I’m right.” 
“Fuck off, Harry.” 
He won’t though. Hand coming up to play with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger as his righteous gaze bores into your own- frozen and wide with bewilderment- and finally, his lips threaten to brush the back of your ear, 
 "You're jealous. Just admit it. You want to be the one kissing me."
“No-” 
“Never looked at me like this before..”
You know, and you hate that he kdoes too. You should leave. Now. But with a compulsion too fierce to fight off, a culmination of fascination that ignores your conviction of moving away,
“I don’t-”
“If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.” 
Harry says it so matter-of-factly that it shocks your body, and brain, into returning to reality and those succulent tingles swirling in your stomach twist sourly, threatening to suffocate you inside out. 
With disappointment that is mostly directed at yourself, your sudden enamourment switches to the act of pressing your palm to Harry’s sternum and pushing sternly until he stumbles back in surprise. You cannot risk leaving without gifting him a cruel and crushing tongue-lashing, 
“You’re a frat boy in the body of a former pop star. I would never want to kiss someone like you.” 
You slip past him with zero resistance, no consideration for confirming his reaction as your back turns to Harry. 
Well, Harry thinks he’s glad you grant him some privacy because the guttural disappointment melting his face into a frown is shameful enough.
He doesn’t understand the sudden stinging of his tear ducts, the shrill ringing in his ears. Suddenly, Harry doesn’t quite feel like celebrating his return. 
Head bows as he carries his hurt and frustration to the confinements of the kitchen. It’s about time to spiral. 
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elioslover · 28 days ago
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Very Grapejuice Harry coded 🍷
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aggressively adorable
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chilling-seavey · 3 months ago
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Dreamland (ln4) —MASTERLIST
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Fanboy!Lando Norris x Famous!Author!Reader ↳ Summary: As a flunking university student in dreary Bristol, Lando is sure there’s another life waiting for him elsewhere. A life that he can only dream of living with the girl with a million dollar career, verified instagram, and a stunning smile that he swears was created for him. But maybe those dreams stray no farther than his phone screen.
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Chapter List
Part One - Dreamland ↳ 6.8k words
Part Two - Don't Wake Me Up ↳ 20.7k words
Part Three - Late Night Talking ↳ 7.7k words
Part Four - Daydreaming ↳ 19.9k words
Part Five - Grapejuice ↳ 20.6k words
Part Six - Grapcjuice Part Two ↳ 11.9k words
Part Seven - Maroon ↳ 11.8k words
Part Eight - Can We Pretend That We're Good? ↳ 17.9k words
Epilogue ↳ 2.4k words
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harrysfolklore · 2 years ago
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this picture i need it in a bubba blurb ASAPPPPP -🫶
OKAY HEREEEEE
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
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“Daddy?”
A soft voice calling for him made its way to Harry’s ears, a voice that belonged to his three year old son, who was curiously peeking his head inside his home studio.
Ever since his little boy was born, Harry made the decision to switch everything up regarding his career, taking longer breaks between albums and tours and building a full equipped music studio in his home. He just didn’t want to be away from his wife and son, specially during his first years of life.
“Hey buddy, what are you doing over there?” Harry said as he moved his hands away from the piano tiles and looked over at the little boy who was just a replica of him: same green eyes, dimples and brown curls. It blew anyone’s mind when they saw how alike they looked.
He had been working on the same melody all day, he was in the process of writing his 5th studio album, the first one as a father, and he wanted everything to be perfect. The album was all about fatherhood, falling in love with his wife all over again and overall this new chapter of his life, he was happier than ever and that’s what the songs he had been writing told.
“Come here, baby,” Harry opened his arms, motioning the little boy to join him “I’ve missed you, would you like a cuddle?” his son curiously dragged his small feet across the room, Harry had noticed how much he liked his studio, and how fond of music his son was, always asking his mummy to play his favorite songs around the house and his daddy to sing for him. It warmed Harry’s heart every single time.
“Cuddle daddy.” the little boy mumbled as he climbed on the piano’s bench -with Harry’s help, of course- and placed himself on his lap. If there was something that Harry wouldn’t change for anything was cuddling his son, so when his baby adjusted himself on his lap and buried his face on his ribs, putting his little arms around his broad frame, he could feel his heart growing twice is size.
Harry kissed the little mop of curls and lingered his lips on the crown of his baby’s head, sometimes he couldn’t quite understand how he got so lucky to have the perfect little family. He found his soulmate when he was 22 and knew he wanted to marry her, he put a ring on her finger at 29 and now, at 31, he had a little bundle of joy that was a mixture of him and the love of his life.
Life couldn’t get any better.
So with a full heart and a sudden burst of inspiration, he went back to playing melodies on the piano, careful not to disturb the little boy in his arms.
“Music?” the boy beamed as he moved his little face from its position on his dad’s ribs, and Harry couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm over hearing him play “That’s right bubba, daddy’s playing music, you like when daddy does that, don’t you?” Harry cooed, he was man enough to admit that his little boy made him melt with every single thing he did.
“Play daddy” his son said as he sat up straight on his lap, his gaze fixed on the piano in front of him, and since his wish is Harry's command, he continued playing soft melodies for him.
Harry wanted to take that moment in and save it forever, he was unaware at that moment, but his wife was standing at the door frame, capturing the both of them in a picture that would be part of his album's booklet in the future.
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stevesherdaddynowlover · 5 months ago
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just me and you [s.h.]
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an: hiii just a little blurb based off what i think about when i listen to grapejuice by harry styles (very important to my lore) hope you enjoy!!
warnings: just kissing and fluff
wc: 1.8k
masterlist here!!!
You're perched on a bar stool in his kitchen, elbows pressed into the cool granite countertop and your feet dangle a foot from the ground, legs swinging lightly while you watch as he stirs a sauce that smells of garlic and spice, hip cocked to the side while he nods in time with the record you’ve put on. 
To your right you smile at the vase of flowers Steve had brought home for you, a bouquet of purples and blues that bring to mind days in bed with the windows open, curtains flowing and crisp fresh air swirling around you while you come in and out of sleep. 
Glasses of candy red wine, the best Italian according to Steve, sit in front of you, a light pink lip print from this morning's makeup that stains the side. Banfi Rosa Regale Brachetto, a mouthful for sure but Steve says the full name every time, butchering an Italian accent as he does. 
When he turns to you—wooden spoon in one hand and half full glass in the other, you take in his pink cheeks and wine marked lips. He looks like a Sunday afternoon, hair tousled from running his hands through the thick honey strands over and over, striped apron looped over his neck and tied in a bow around his waist. Bare Feet on the hardwood floors and a navy blue and white striped button down that’s half undone, light wash jeans snug on his hips and cuffed at his ankles. 
Sitting there with your hands cradling your cheeks, chin in your palm, you watch him float around the kitchen with an ease that lulls you into a sense of calmness you can only truly experience around him. The sun beams in through the kitchen window, curtains pulled back enough that it warms your skin and puts a gentle glow on his, tan and soft. 
He’s chopping vegetables in front of you now, head turning back like clockwork to make sure the sauce doesn’t burn but he always makes time to smile gently at you while you watch him work. You’re faintly aware of the song that’s drifting in from the living room but you’d much rather focus on the way it sounds coming from him, a gentle hum that vibrates from his chest and mixes with the wine to make you warm and fuzzy. 
You admire his forearms flexing just so with the knife in his hand, grip tight and eyes focused so it doesn’t slip from his grasp. He pops a piece of carrot into his mouth, the crunch breaking you from the spell he had you under. He meets your eyes with a wink, fingers moving closer to your mouth with a look of expectation in his eyes. 
“Open up, sweetness.” You do, mouth falling open and his thumb grazing your tongue when he slides the bite of carrot between your lips. You bite down, his hand patting your cheek in a silent praise before he goes back to cooking and you go back to admiring. 
Even though you’re not really sure what he’s doing and couldn’t prepare more than a box of mac and cheese to save your life, you never grow tired of watching him like this. It’s one of your favorite things, whether it be with a full house of friends and family or just the two of you like it is now. 
When the song changes a gasp pops from his lips and he’s rushing to turn down the stove before he glides over and sweeps you from your chair. One second you’re sitting there and the next you're in his arms while he pulls a flower from the vase behind you and snaps the bottom half off. He slips the stem behind your ear, grinning wide at the blush on your cheeks before tapping your nose with the tip of his finger and taking your hand in his. 
“Dance with me, yeah?” And you’d never say no to him, you don’t think you’re capable. One hand in yours and the other softly on your hip, he guided your head to rest against his chest, the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat felt on your cheek. You sway back and forth, his lips pressed against your forehead in a long, sweet kiss that has you melting into him. 
The petals of the blue poppy tickle at your skin but you don’t move to touch it. The two of you stand there gently moving past the end of the song and well into the next. Only when he remembers what he’d been doing before your dance does he pull away, going to stir the sauce and coming back to you just as fast. 
His hands go to your hips, pushing into you until your back digs into the counter. And then he’s lifting you up, sitting you on top and pushing everything to the side. He’s a few inches below you now, lip pulled between his teeth as he studies your face. Both of you have had a few glasses of wine, just affected enough that you’re extra smiley and can’t stop giggling. 
Pulling the flower from your hair you move to slip it behind his ear, his smile shy as he laces his fingers with yours and places quick pecks against the column of your throat. Undoing your hands so you can run your fingers through his hair, you smile at the smell of your shampoo, notes of coconut and citrus left on your fingertips. His hands fist at the sweater you’re wearing when you tug on his hair just hard enough to get his attention. 
When he brings his head from your chest you pull him up to you, pressing your lips to his in a slow kiss that leaves you breathless. Hints of raspberry and chocolate from the wine dance along your tongue when you swipe it across his bottom lip and you feel him smile against your mouth. He pulls back just to go in for another quick kiss, and then another, smirking at the way your mouth moves each time as if to chase his. 
“Tastes so sweet.”
“I think it’s the wine, Steve.” 
“No, baby, it's all you.” You shake your head at him, shoving him back just slightly so you can slip off the counter, moving back to your stool and rolling your eyes at the adorable pout on his cherry red lips that are now a little swollen from your kiss. 
“Get back to it, chef. I’m starved!” He salutes you, running his hands through his hair and going back to tending to the food while you admire the way the denim curves over his ass, hugging his thighs and making him look like a dream. One you think you’ve had many times before.
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Steve had insisted that the two of you eat outside, refusing to let you help with bringing out all the food. There’s a little table on the patio barely big enough for the two of you, two metal chairs warmed by the sun that Steve has pulled so they the legs are touching. 
An array of food in front of you, pasta and a meat sauce that smells divine, buttery garlic bread and cooked vegetables and an assortment of fruits all piled on top of each other. He’s coming through the back door now, the almost empty bottle of wine tucked under his arms and your now empty glasses balanced between his fingers. 
The apron he was wearing is thrown over the counter, dishes piled in the sink that you’ll wash later, his hip knocking playfully against yours while he dries them. He promised you chocolate covered strawberries for dessert and though they’re cooling in the fridge you can see a drop of chocolate on the corner of his mouth. 
When he finally sits down you swipe at it with your thumb, pulling it between your lips and humming in content at the sweetness. He’s looking at you sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders with a twinge of guilt but you just laugh, taking his hand in yours and pressing a kiss to his palm, then his wrist. 
It feels perfect out here, in more ways than one. The sun is warming your skin despite the breeze that wisps around you. It’s that time of day where it’s starting to get dark but it’s almost hazy out, the light fighting to stay. Steve’s switched the music and it filters through the house and out into the backyard, so low you’re not sure if you can really even hear it. 
And you’ve got Steve beside you, legs tangled together under the table and hands brushing against each other lazily while you eat the dinner he prepared for you. He’s grinning from ear to ear, smiling around a bite of garlic bread at the bit of sauce that’s somehow ended up on the tip of your nose. 
As much as you cherish being around your loved ones, having a house full of laughter and electricity and banter, you savor these moments of just the two of you. When it’s so quiet you can hear the softness of his breathing or the little noises his mouth makes when he’s focused on something. You love to listen to the sound of his laughter when you tell a bad joke or something happens in a show he’s watching. 
You wish you could bottle up the way it feels when he looks at you like nothing else exists, like you’re all he knows and that’s enough for him. He watches you sometimes, lip between his teeth and a look in his eye like you’ve hung the moon. 
Love doesn’t seem to do it justice. It’s all consuming and overbearing in the best way possible. Sometimes he can just glance at you and that’s all it takes. You could be at the grocery store or the farmers market or a family dinner and when he looks at you from across the room and smiles it takes your breath away and it’s like you can feel the adoration for him running through your veins. 
You’ve never felt it before him and you know you’d never feel it after him—not that you plan on ever knowing what that’s like. 
It’s just you and him. 
And when your plates are cleared and the dishes are put away, the bottle of wine finished and the both of you are more than tipsy, you feel happy. It’s how you find yourself sitting across from each other on the kitchen floor, all the lights off and only the glow of the open refrigerator surrounding you. He’s fed you enough chocolate covered strawberries to make your teeth ache and your belly is sore from laughing at the melted chocolate you’ve swiped across his chin and his nose. 
He tries to pretend like he’s annoyed but fails, gripping your face in his hands and bumping his nose with yours so both of you are covered in chocolate, loud laughs turning into quiet giggles until you’re slumped against each other, sticky with strawberry juice and melted chocolate, hands looped together the whole time. 
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darling-flora · 4 months ago
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✰ flora. 19. she/her. latina. formula 1. nfl. nba. harry styles. inbox ✰
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FORMULA ONE — MASTERLIST !
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NFL — MASTERLIST !
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HARRY STYLES !
Grapejuice - harry styles x yn
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y/n f1 driver mood board's !
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thegarden-ofeden · 3 months ago
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dionysus aesthetic [c12]
gods and goddesses masterlist
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togrowoldinv · 1 year ago
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Grapejuice Blues
Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
One last time with Natasha
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N and R receiving), fingering, being sad over a breakup with each other
Note: Sorry in advance for any heartbreak this causes… Enjoy this one!
Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist
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“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Natasha mumbles against your neck.
Her lips are leaving marks on your skin as your hand tangles in her hair, pulling her closer.
You don’t remember who kissed who first. But somehow your breakup has been interrupted.
“Just one last time, Natasha,” you say.
She lifts her head from your neck and hovers over you. Her thighs straddle your waist, not letting you think about anything but being here with her.
Natasha smirks at you, the green in her eyes highlighted with a mix of mischief and an inevitable sadness.
“Maybe we can hide away together,” Natasha says. “If we never stop, this is never over.”
You shake your head. It wasn’t working. Any of it. You both knew it. But that doesn’t make breaking up with such an alluring woman feel any better.
“Natasha,” her name drips off your lips slowly. You brush your hand over her cheek, noticing the way they are pink with emotion.
She looks into your eyes. Her chest is heavy from the weight of years of a relationship coming to an end.
“Can you please just fuck me one last time?” Natasha asks.
“Yes, baby,” you agree. “Let me take care of you.”
You make the move to flip her over and she allows you to do so easily. In your relationship, you didn’t take charge much but today she needs you to do this. She needs to lose control.
Natasha grunts out when you slot your leg between her legs. You swallow her moans with long, slow kisses. If this was going to be the last time, you were going to take your time.
“Hm, so good for me,” you whisper against her lips.
“Only for you,” Natasha says.
You kiss every inch of her face down to her chest. Her shirt is already off, discarded at some point during the beginning of this. It’s a natural movement to unhook her bra and slip it off of her.
Natasha’s breasts have always been your favorite place to linger. The sounds you can pull from her when you lick, suck, and massage them are like music to your ears.
Even now as you enjoy her for the last time, Natasha bites her lip to hold back from being too loud. You lightly bite her nipple and she can’t help but shout.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Don’t be afraid to be loud for me,” you say. “I want to hear you.”
When you move your kisses down her stomach, she lets out soft whimpers. You’re approaching right where she wants you. You kiss around her hips, waiting until she’s practically squirming underneath you to pull off her pants.
She’s not wearing any special underwear, but the navy material highlighting her toned body still does it for you. You move further down the bed.
“I need you,” Natasha says. “Please.”
“I know, baby,” you say. You look up at her from between her legs. Her mouth hangs open as she anticipates your lips against her.
You rub your fingers over the fabric of her panties, enjoying the way her wetness pools in them. You brush your nose over her and Natasha has to fight not to come from that sensation alone.
Her hips jerk up and you hold them down with one arm.
“Be patient,” you instruct.
Finally relenting, you slide her panties down her legs. Your hands move over the length of them. She’s so soft despite the years of wear and tear on her body.
When you arrive between her legs again, you lick a stripe over her pussy. It’s not where she wants you. That much you’re sure of when her hand comes down to push your head further between her legs.
“Don’t tease me,” Nat mumbles. Her voice is low, raspy.
You slip a finger inside of her at her words. She’s more than ready. Moving in and out of her slowly, you use your mouth to suck on her clit. That’s what she wants.
“Fuck,” she says, reeling from the sensation. “I’m going to come.”
A part of you wants to tease her for it being so quickly, but the other part of you knows that she really wanted this. You won’t tease her for this today.
Natasha falls apart underneath your touch. You hum in pleasure as she comes against your fingers and tongue.
“Good girl,” you praise her. You lick her clean and move back up her body.
“Thank you,” Natasha says when you look into her eyes again. “I needed that.”
“I know,” you say.
You kiss her lips softly. It’s so intimate. You almost want to call the whole thing off.
“Can I take care of you?” She asks. Natasha loves pleasing you, almost more than she loves when you please her.
You nod, expecting her to flip you over, but instead instructs you to take your pants off. You do so and climb back onto the bed.
“I want you to ride my face,” she says. Natasha pulls you by your hips to hover over her face. You grip the headboard for support.
“Fuck, Natasha,” you groan when she dives in. Her hands move over your butt and hips as she moves you at a quick pace.
You let her hear every noise you can make. She tries to memorize them.
You fight it off as long as you can, wanting to let Natasha taste you for as long as she wants. And she never loses her stamina. But soon you’re coming from her ministrations.
“Natasha!” You shout as she continues moving her mouth against you.
“One more, detka,” she says the best she can while being underneath you.
Nat moves your hips faster against her as she brings you into another orgasm. After this one, she relents and helps you back down to lay on the bed next to her.
Neither of you speak for a few minutes, taking in the weight of the situation. This was it. The end.
You turn to Natasha and she’s already looking at you. Your hand comes to her cheek while hers rests on your shoulder.
“I’m sorry,” you say.
“I’m sorry too,” she offers. “I love you. I hope you don’t ever forget that.”
“I won’t, Natasha. I love you. Any love I’ve shown you is yours to keep, okay?”
Natasha nods. Her eyes search yours for the next right thing to say. You’re not sure there is one.
For now, you’ll rest here together until the morning when you have to face the truth.
And you’re just not sure there’s any getting through without Natasha.
Only time will tell.
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daisyblog · 2 years ago
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Songs
Our Story Masterlist
Songs (or parts of the song) that Harry's written about YN.
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Take Me Home
Live While We're Young Little Things They Don't Know About Us She's Not Afraid
Midnight Memories
You & I Strong Little Black Dress
Four
Where Do Broken Hearts Go 18 Girl Almighty Fireproof
Made In The AM
Perfect Never Enough Olivia I Want To Write You A Song
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Harry Styles
Sweet Creature Only Angel Woman
Fine Line
Golden Watermelon Sugar Adore You Falling Cherry To Be So Lonely Sunflower, Vol 6 Canyon Moon
Harry's House
Music For A Sushi Restaurant Late Night Talking Grapejuice Cinema Daydreaming Keep Driving Satellite Boyfriends Love Of My Life
Unrealeased
Anna Medicine
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lonelyxhabit · 2 years ago
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Famousrry Fic Recommendations
Most if not all of these are series fics!
The Professor Series
You work as a professor at Cambridge, and have a world of knowledge, somehow Harry Styles isn't included.
Wait For Me In The Sky
Mars works as a flight attendant where she meets Harry Styles at a layover.
Y/N is on Harry's tour crew and he just thinks she's lovely
Even when the night changes
Follows Y/N as a hairstylist intern for One Direction.
Love On Tour
Bel gets recognised by Harry Styles at his concert, leading to a tour filled with love... how fitting.
Laceleaf
Cassidy is Gemma Styles' best friend, things get messy when Harry (finally) shows his interest.
Since 2010 (One of, if not the best, famousrry fic)
through the years of One Directions Y/N and Harry' relationship since 2010.
@grapejuice-rry 's entire masterlist
The Beachwood Cafe
You work at the beachwood cafe as a waitress, Harry styles comes and goes.
Model!Y/N and CEO!Harry
Made out of some of the best blurbs out there!
In My Feelings
Enemies to lovers eeeeek
As Long As You Are
This one has everything! cute soft harry, instagram blurbs, an amazing oc, THE LOT.
SO many famousrry and famous!Y/N in @bopbopstyles 's AMAZING masterlist
Backstage!Girlfriend Universe
Ouch.
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sourholland · 8 months ago
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this is my updated masterlist! i included everyone i still write for (even if it was past work). so please keep in mind some of this writing is like four years old and not a reflection of my writing now
here is my old masterlist, it is a collection of all of my previous writing even if i don’t write for the person anymore.
requests always open // navigation
updated: 5/15/2024
☂️ - angst, ☁️ - fluff, 🪩 - contains nsfw themes
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☂️ last kiss: based off taylor swift’s song, the aftermath of ending a movie set situationship with tom
☁️i’m sure: you hide a relationship with tom from the public and he shows up to one of your fashion shows
☂️desperate: tom is drunkenly jealous and makes a confession
☂️don’t: years pass after your relationship with tom ends and you get engaged
series
☂️🪩☁️a royal convenience: (complete!) when an alliance is made between england and france, you are sent away to marry the crown prince and heir to the british throne. except both you and prince thomas despise each other at all odds, subjected to the hand of the monarchy and unable to stand each other.
☂️🪩glamorous: (on hold!) in this princess diana retelling, you are working in a nursery school as an aid in london, as well as a part time nanny. with slight aristocratic ties, you choose to live a more normal and mundane life. when the prince of wales comes to know you and bring you into the spotlight, everything changes. truths coming too late, lies straining your relationship, and the impending future of the country falling on your shoulders. is this really the stuff of which fairytales are made?
old blurbs are all located on my old masterlist!
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☂️🪩☁️style: (ongoing!) he’s the quarterback of the cincinnati bengals, a worldwide heartthrob with an ego the size of lake erie—but does he have the heart to match it? you’re the bengals newest cheerleader, desperate to prove how much you deserve your spot on the team. it doesn’t take much to catch the eye of joe burrow, however that isn’t necessarily a good thing when you’re told that any romantic relations between cheerleaders and players is strictly prohibited.
blurbs
grapejuice
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☂️click: azriel has pined after mor for centuries, however you share a mating bond that neither of you address
series
☂️🪩☁️guilty as sin (ongoing!) the lost princess of the dawn court finds herself brazenly escaping her own personal living hell. seeking refuge, as well as peace to plot in the city of velaris—she meets azriel shadowsinger and through the throws of disdain and discomfort they are forced to work side by side, intertwined through their shared scars.
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coming soon!
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elioslover · 1 year ago
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Guess the Grapejuice song! 🍷
What are some of the songs from Harry's album that might have been inspired by Klutz??
They'll come up slowly throughout the story but........... if you guess any correctly, I'll do little blurbs of what he was feeling and what inspired the song etc.
SEND ME AN ASK WITH YOUR GUESSES!
I really wanna talk more with you guys about the GJ characters/ relationships cause it's exciting to hear everyone's thoughts, questions, likes, and dislikes.. it's lonely out here sometimes lol -Em. Xo 💞
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cat-loves-music · 1 year ago
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Harry's House Masterlist
♡ Chapter One: Music For A Sushi Restaurant
♡ Chapter Two: Late Night Talking
♡ Chapter Three: Grapejuice
♡ Chapter Four: As It Was
♡ Chapter Five: Daylight
♡ Chapter Six: Little Freak
♡ Chapter Seven: Matilda
♡ Chapter Eight: Cinema
♡ Chapter Nine: Daydreaming
♡ Chapter Ten: Keep Driving
♡ Chapter Eleven: Satellite
♡ Chapter Twelve: Boyfriends
♡ Chapter Thirteen: Love of My Life
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delicateflappizzaplaid · 2 years ago
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"I was on my way to buy some flowers for you..." H.S.- Grapejuice
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← Main Masterlist
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harrysfolklore · 2 years ago
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you can't sleep and harry is away
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gif by @hampsteadharry <3 i hope you like this
MASTERLIST | MY PATREON
It’s nearly 3am in London and you just can’t sleep, you’ve tried everything, closing the curtains so that the room is dark and you can relax, drinking some tea and even meditating with the playlist Harry made for you, but nothing seems to work. 
Harry is currently in Bangkok, where he’s performing a show later on as part of his Love on Tour. You miss him terribly and that’s one of the reasons why going to bed gets harder and harder every night. 
“Are you busy?” you type on your phone and press send, texting him this late it’s not something you like to do because you know how much he worries when he’s away, and putting more stress on his plate it’s the last thing you want to do.
“I’m about to go on my morning run. Is everything okay? It’s pretty late there” and you don’t even get a chance to reply to his text because an incoming facetime call from him appears on your screen.
“Hi babe, you good?” it’s the first thing he says when you answer the call, he’s wearing a grey hoodie and his black beanie, and seeing his face along with hearing his voice already made you relax.
“I’m having trouble falling asleep, I’ve tried everything but nothing seems to work, I was hoping we could talk for a while but don’t worry if you’re busy, I don’t want to interrupt your day” 
A frown appears on his face as you say the last sentence, “Don’t say that, I’ll never be busy for you, of course we can talk love, I’ll keep you company until you fall asleep” 
You can feel your heart warm as you listen to his words, and you wonder once again how did you get so lucky to have a partner as loving and caring as him.
So he tells you about how’s everything over there with the tour, he mentions that he visited one of his favorite restaurants in Bangkok and met the chef, and how he helped a fan come out during the show and he felt so happy for them, listening to his voice made you relax so much but you know there’s something that with no doubt will give you what you need so that you can peacefully sleep.
“H, would you sing for me?” you see a little smile creep on his face and you add “Just a little, then I’ll be out of your hair, I promise” 
“Of course I’ll sing for you darling” and he doesn’t even have to ask which song you want to hear, he knows you like the back of his hand.
“… when i run out of rope, you bring me home”
That’s the last thing you hear before your eyes shut, counting down the days to have your lover back in your arms.
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thedarlingfawn · 3 years ago
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