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perfume, zayn malik by avatomlinson-
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°‧ 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄 🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ ❝Someone turned the corner with your perfume and I fell to my knees❜❜ zayn malik x fem!oc @-scaredofmyguitar 2025
Duplicity [h.s] by happydays1d
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"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!
cruel summer ︱ harry styles by sonicyouthed
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☾ 𝟷𝟿𝟾7 ☽ ❝ you keep looking at me like that, ❞ he murmured, voice low, eyes scanning the delicate details of her face, still cradled in his lap. she blinked up at him, the tension and fear she'd grown so used to a distant memory. "like what?" a corner of his mouth quirked up, fingers trailing over the side of her temple as he spoke, light as a feather. "like you're trying to figure me out." 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜. 1k reads 04.04.25 #6 in camping 04.02.25 #4 in 80s 04.02.25