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My Top Posts in 2022:

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Harry loves interacting with his fans throughout his shows. He’ll read signs, wear the hats and boas they throw up on stage, and what fans seem to love the most is him throwing his leftover water on them during ‘Kiwi.’

He loves his fans dearly because without their love and support he wouldn’t be where he is today.

Sometimes though, his fans become too much and get the best of him.

Whether it’s chasing him down when he’s just trying to take a walk around the city or throwing their undergarments up on stage.

Tonight really upset him.

He was on stage doing his thing - singing and dancing away until one of his fans decided to drench him in water.

The music stopped and the crowd went silent. Harry just continued on like nothing happened even though he was furious.

He did plan on playing his unreleased song, ‘Medicine,’ since he rescheduled the show but once the water was thrown on him he decided not to.

“I just don’t understand why they had to do that,” Harry huffed as he shimmied out his damp tank top.

“It’s not just a slipping hazard for me, but it’s also dangerous with all the cords and equipment.”

Harry and Y/n were back at the penthouse they are renting out for their time being in Chicago.

Since he’s staying there for multiple shows, both him and Y/n leave immediately after Harry runs off stage so he doesn’t have to worry about running into any fans or anything.

Y/n watched as his muscles flexed as he pulled the tank top over his head revealing his chiseled chest and abs.

Y/n watched as he threw his top over one of the chairs, “Hey, calm down some, yeah?”

“I understand you're upset, but there’s no going back and changing it. The fan made an irresponsible and disrespectful act towards you.”

She slowly made her way over to him, massaging his tense shoulder muscles.

His eyes closed in satisfaction at the feeling of his taut muscles relaxing, “Y’know this is one of the many reasons why I love you.”

He leaned down and gave her a long meaningful kiss on her forehead.

“Why don’t you show me another reason why you love me?” A dirty smirk toyed on Y/n’s lips.

Harry’s eyes darkened knowing what she was getting at, “Oh? Is that so?”

“Let me be in charge tonight? Help relax you a bit?”

Her fingers scuttled along his chest tracing the swallows on his collar bones slowly making her way down towards his abdomen where his famous butterfly was inked.

“No can do, sweet girl.” His hands roamed around her body till they found her ass giving each cheek a hard squeeze.

“Worked too goddamn hard to get y’even go on a date with me let alone get in bed with you. Besides y’could never be dominant to me. M’always in charge isn’t that right love?”

He was massaging her boobs - gently circling around her nipple making them hard and giving them a hard pinch. The sensation was making her unbelievably wet.

“Mhm,” she mumbled, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.

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483 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

Harry laughing at Luna sleeping on Y/n throughout his show. Y/n giving a small shrug and laugh towards Harry not knowing how she fell asleep from everything happening. The ear protectors must’ve drown it all out for her

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602 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

Everything Will Be Alright

Prompt: Harry, the incredible hockey player that has every girl at his beck and call, meets Y/n - who changes his whole perspective on his love life. He's finally found the one.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Language

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“Let’s do shots!” Amelia suggested - who was Y/n’s best friend and roommate - to their group of friends at the bar. Y/n cringed at the thought of more alcohol - she’s only had a beer and the thought of pure alcohol made her want to vomit.

She wasn’t much of a drinker.

The way Y/n’s dad would drink was insane. Y/n made a promise to herself a long time ago that she would never touch alcohol. She does on rare occasions, but otherwise never drinks.

Amelia stumbled her way up to the bar and ordered shots for the whole table. Fumbling her way back to the table and almost tipping the shots over, she managed to pass them all out.

Amelia insisted on another round of shots, everybody groaning in response feeling their hangover’s coming on early. Their heads pounding and stomachs churning were not good signs. The other friend besides Y/n spoke, agreeing to make sure everybody got home safely.

While Y/n bid everybody goodbye she turned and saw Amelia flirting with some dude. “Everything okay?” Y/n questioned as she approached the two, but she was instantly met with the most beautiful green eyes she's ever seen.

“Yeah, she just spilled her shot on me is all,” his raspy, accented voice filled the air. Looking down she noticed his wet shirt. “I’m so sorry. She’s just had too many drinks tonight and I was coming over to take her home,” Y/n apologized profusely, feeling horrible that her wasted friend spilled alcohol on this handsome gentleman.

“It’s okay. Just got done with finals this week and I actually want to get toasted like your friend too,” he chuckled. “What school do you go to?” Y/n questioned, as she wrapped Amelia’s arm around her neck making it easier for her to walk Amelia home.

“Just the school around the corner.” Y/n’s eyes widened a little, “Me too and so does Amelia.” Y/n chuckled, “This is Amelia by the way and I’m Y/n.” “M’ Harry,” He smiled warmly.

Pointing to Amelia - who passed out on her shoulder, Harry asked, “Do y’want some help getting her home?” Y/n shook her head, “It’s alright, thank you. You deserve to celebrate after a long year.”

Now it was Harry’s turn to shake his head, “I actually can’t. Year-round hockey player trying to make it to the pros by next year. Can’t really be slacking much, besides I’ll see these idiots tomorrow. Well maybe,” he shrugged, making Y/n laugh.

Harry grabbed Amelia’s arm and swung it over his shoulders to help walk her out to his car. Harry and Y/n were laughing their asses off as they made their way to Harry’s car.

“Did- did you hear what she just said?” Y/n laughed, buckling herself up in Harry’s passenger seat. Harry laughed as well, “I assume y’guys dressed as bananas one year for Halloween?” “Maybe,” Y/n chuckled with a shit-eating grin.

Harry helped Y/n get Amelia up the stairs and into bed making sure she was on her side and had a bucket nearby just in case she needed it.

“Thank you again for helping me bring her home,” Y/n spoke, getting a glass of water. “Would you like a drink?”

“It’s no problem. And no thank you. Gotta get up n’at them tomorrow morning,” Harry joked heading for the door. “It was nice meeting you, Harry. Hopefully, I’ll see you around.”

“It was nice meeting you and Amelia as well. Have a good night.” Walking back to his car Harry was flabbergasted. Not once has he ever had a girl - besides his mum or sister - be that kind and caring towards him. He had the biggest grin on his face and he didn’t even know it at the time.

Most girls found him attractive and just wanted to use him for sex or to show off. Nobody has ever been as caring as Y/n was.

“Hey, mister. You’re pretty handsome,” a girl spoke, catching Harry off guard from where he was taking a break from his lift to catch his breath.

She was average height, and wore a sports bra that showed off way too much cleavage - how could she even workout with her boobs almost falling out? And her matching spandex leggings were so tight and high up it gave her a camel toe.

“Thanks,” Harry grumbled, picking up his weights again to do his next rep.

The same girl waltzed up and started touching his biceps as they flexed under the gym lights as Harry did his bicep curls. “Look at these muscles. I bet your other muscles flex this good when you’re in bed.”

Dropping the weights harshly Harry turned to face her, “Do you fuckin’ mind? M’just trying to work out but all you care about is getting in my pants.”

“So are we still on for tonight?” The girl called out after him watching him storm off to the men’s locker rooms.

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625 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

Do You Believe In Fate?

Prompt: Harry, the ruthless CEO, doesn't believe in fate. Yet when he meets Y/n, he starts to think differently and believe he has a chance at a love that he never thought was possible.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Mentions of possible rape, Language, & Smut

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Y/n could kick herself in the ass. She was late for work again this week. From the constant working to pay off her college debt, to the late hours she stays up and studies to pass her classes - being exhausted was an understatement.

Y/n was studying to be a clothing designer. She has always enjoyed fashion even if she never had the best clothing. Most clothing she had would get thrown away or lost due to her always switching from one foster house to another.

When she finally turned eighteen, she managed to live with her friend till she could get up and on her feet. She worked for two years which allowed her enough time to save up for an apartment and pay for a little bit of her college education. Being in student debt wasn’t fun by any means, but Y/n felt bad for relying on her friend and her parents to provide for her.

The odds were against her favor today. As she quickly maneuvered her way through the sea of people Y/n seemed to hit every single crosswalk at the wrong time.

As she checked both ways to make sure there weren't any cars coming, Y/n took a step out onto the busy streets just to be quickly pulled back and hit the thing - or person - that pulled her back.

Y/n watched as a car whizzed by honking their horn at her, in return, she flipped them off. She must have overlooked the car, mistaking it for a parked car on the side of the street.

Gathering herself and turning around to thank the person who saved her life, Y/n was met with a stone-cold face. “Thank you for not letting me turn into a flapjack,” Y/n lightly chuckled, taking in the man in front of her.

He was wearing a crisp, clean suit. His face structure was beyond beautiful; defined jaw structure, puffy pink lips, a perfect nose, and the most fascinating green eyes. And his hair was out of this world, light brown, curly, and unruly.

Harry was late for work. He got back to his home around midnight last night. He was exhausted and tired. He got caught up in long overdue paperwork that needs to be done by the end of this month. Arriving home, he was so exhausted he didn’t even eat. He went straight to his room, discarded his clothes, and literally fell into bed from his tiredness.

Never setting an alarm, he didn’t wake up till his secretary was calling him asking if he had a meeting she didn’t know about. Tiredly he explained the situation, quickly got ready and was making his way to work.

As he was waiting for the crosswalk to switch, he watched as the girl in front of him was about to go. She obviously missed the car that was going well over the speed limit but stepped out onto the street nonetheless.

Harry quickly placed his hand on her shoulder and pulled her back making her hit his chest. He was in a pissed-off mood for already being late, but as everybody watch the poor girl almost get hit by a car and did nothing about it that made him even madder.

The man huffed - keeping his stone-cold exterior the same - “Be more careful next time and that won’t happen.” The crosswalk light must have changed because before Y/n could reply back he blended in as he walked with the rest of the crowd across the street leaving Y/n puzzled by his response.

Why would he be kind enough to save her, yet be a dick to her when she just tries to tell him thank you in a joking manner? Y/n shrugged it off and continued her fast walk or light jog to work.

As Y/n quickly rushed into the small restaurant, sending her boss and business owner an apologetic smile. “It’s fine. Just hurry up and get punched in,” the older woman waved off knowing the situation she was in and was very understanding about it.

Y/n’s shift finished at the restaurant and she quickly made her way over to the pub since she was waitressing tonight. Throughout her shift at the restaurant and walking over to the pub - she couldn’t stop thinking about the man who saved her. He was a breath of fresh air but an arrogant son of a bitch. But what bothered her the most was how mad he got her.

Since it was Friday evening, Y/n got to work straight away and started taking orders. She got to deal with flirty men who were drunk off their asses or the older men trying to hit on her. Most of the time those customers left a hefty tip which Y/n always appreciated, but she hated how she felt like she was using her body to help earn her money, even though she wasn’t.

Quickly serving a couple their mixed drinks and told them to holler at her if they needed anything. She quickly made her way over to the new customers that just walked in.

Y/n’s breath hitched as she saw the same man from earlier today who saved her. He was sitting at the table with two other men who were already looking at her up and down. All three of the men dressed to the max in expensive-looking suits.

“What can I get started for you guys?” Y/n asked pen and pad of paper at the ready. It wasn’t until she spoke that Harry looked up from the drink menu he was looking at. His stomach dropped straight to his ass.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her today. He was so fascinated with her the moment he laid eyes on her. He immediately regretted getting pissed off at her when she was just trying to tell him thank you but was too embarrassed to stick around after his outburst, so he took off before she could reply.

Y/n wrote down their order and turned to Harry who was now looking at her, “And what can I get you?” Harry cleared his throat, “A scotch please.” So he does have manners, Y/n thought to herself. She fulfilled their order and gave it to them, continuing on with her work shift.

Throughout her shift, she kept stealing glances over at the table filled with the three men. Noticing how the one from earlier didn’t really seem to be engaging in conversation with the other two, he seemed lost in thought or something was on his mind.

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692 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Your eyes are red and swollen. Who the fuck made you cry?"

CEO harry

Y/n was out running errands and thought it would be nice of her to stop and get some lunch for her and Harry. She doesn’t go into the office much but thought it would be a good surprise for her husband and she wanted to spend some time with him.

Arriving at the office she took the elevator to the floor that housed his enormous office and walked up to his secretary. “Hi, Agnes. Is Harry in?"

Agnes looked up in delight seeing her other boss, “Hi Y/n. He's currently in a meeting, he should be done shortly," she smiled warmly.

“Okay, thank you,” Y/n replied, taking a seat on the expensive leather couch waiting for her husband's meeting to end.

Y/n was checking the status of the new designs she sent in when a shaggy middle-aged man appeared in the lobby. “Y’know you can’t win the boss over by bringing him food. He’s already married to some real-life barbie doll and doesn’t give two fucks about his employees.”

He sighed as he sat down - on the opposite couch - probably waiting for the meeting to get over so he could suck up to the owner and tell Harry about all the extra stuff he did.

Y/n ignored what he said because she was used to what the employees thought of her plus she knew her husband didn’t give two fucks about his employees - he just cared if they got their work done and did it right.

When Y/n was checking if any of her designs got approved, one of the designs she worked so hard on and she loved most got declined. This brought tears to her eyes. She loved the concept of it but her peers didn’t obviously.

The door to Harry’s office opened and two men - one being Harry walked out. Harry’s stone-cold face softened immediately upon seeing his wife but when she wouldn’t meet his gaze he knew something was up.

Once the businessman left Harry immediately had concern and anger written all over his face, “Your eyes are red and swollen. Who the fuck made you cry?”

He came over and cupped her face in his large palms wiping away the tears that managed to escape, “Was it this dumb twat? Did he say something mean t'you? I could fire him in a heartbeat f'you love.”

Y/n chuckled, “No it's fine Harry, just that one design I was telling about got declined. It’s okay I promise.”

“Well if it made you cry it's not okay,” Harry huffed out, still not happy that his wife's design got declined and made her upset.

The dumb twat - as Harry referred to him - just sat across from his boss's in pure shock as to what he was witnessing. He couldn't wait to tell his colleagues that his wife is actually stunning and not some real-life barbie doll.

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