[ONGOING/ON HIATUS] a story about opening up to new dynamics, an undealt past, a stolen ring, a psychotic ex, and an alluring young man with a peculiar taste in beverages. /// - an adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy and sunflowervolvimp3 collaboration - vampire!harry self-insert au (we like writing Y/N because it's more inclusive by allowing everyone to create their own mc in their head)

In which you've got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them. Warning: smut, daddy kink, age gap (older male/younger female), slow burn, angst, childhood trauma regarding domestic violence (non-sexual) COMPLETED

*CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT* Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying? ~•~~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Preview: "Do you think, if you jumped from this roof - it'd feel like falling or flying?" I ask, keeping up with our theme of asking random useless questions that we've been going back and forth with for the past half hour. I stare at my feet swinging back and forth, looking down at the alleyway behind the building; pondering the question over in my head that I often wonder too much about. I glance over to Harry when he doesn't answer straight away and he's watching me with a look I can't read. "Unless you were a bird or could fly, it would just feel like falling. Because you'd know you were going to hit the ground" he decides to answer, staring at me like he's somewhat bothered that I asked him that. I look back down at the ground, and shrug my shoulders, "I think if you didn't care about hitting the ground it could feel like flying for a few seconds." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ STARTED 11TH MARCH 2019 - ONGOING

[Featured in Cosmopolitan Magazine!] Have you ever heard that phrase 'Living the Life of Riley?' It's a reference to a life that's carefree and easy. People assume my life is like that. Friends, college, hot boyfriend, the world on a silver platter. What a load of crap. My friends are questionable, college is a drag and my hot boyfriend? Turns out he's a cheating son-of-a-bitch who has left God knows what in my C U Next Tuesday. These are the things I'm contemplating as I stress out in the crowded waiting room of the campus walk-in clinic.

Harry on the Prairie ~ A Harry Styles AU Fanfiction WATTYS 2016 WINNER in the category of HQ LOVE An excerpt published via COSMOPOLITAN online via September 14, 2016. *********** NOTICE: Mature/sexual content lies within these pages . . .you may experience feels in your nether-regions. *********** Harry Styles lives alone on his farm a few miles outside of Cider Creek. He's 20 years old and mighty handsome --too handsome to be keeping to himself as much as he does, but that's how he's always been. Harry was 18 when he bought his farmland. No parents, no wife, only him. He came into town on the rare occasion that he needed something from the mercantile, but that was it. No church on Sundays. He was polite if someone approached him, but it was obvious to everyone that Harry just wanted to be left alone. So after awhile, the townsfolk pretty much gave up trying to include him in anything. He lived his life in deliberate solitude. It was better this way. Then one day, a letter came for Harry in the post. The postmaster had to ride out and deliver it special, as Harry never got any mail, and as a result, never stopped by the post office to check like most people did...

Harry is a single autistic father, ready to prove his love for his little daughter and willing to break the ableist stereotypes placed on him. This is a heartwarming story, following Harry's growth while making friends and finding love through a common love for comics and milkshakes. Book 1 - Coloured Series.

Working for a world-leading mafia, Harry knows how to kill, how to hunt his victims, and how to avoid any company of any kind. He's used to a lonely, quiet, and harsh environment. He is the best at what he does. And everything he does becomes problematic when he's assigned to protect the boss's daughter from world-known killers. Catalina tries to understand him, eventually failing because instead she falls for a man so willing to resist her. [Contains Mature Content]

*WARNING: THIS STORY IS FOR A MATURE AUDIENCE. IT WILL HEAVILY CONTAIN SEXUAL/VIOLENT SCENES AND ADULT LANGUAGE* Jessie Woods is a seemingly ordinary girl living in the city of St. Louis, Missouri. But as her past continues to haunt her, it soon becomes too much. So when her and her childhood best friend, Carly, finally graduate high school and both get accepted into Stanford University, she is relieved. Late nights and sexy college boys can make any girl feel better, right? Wrong. Because one of those sexy college boys happens to be named Harry Styles, a mysterious curly haired stud who has a hidden past of his own. Jessie and Harry soon discover that you can't run from your own demons-- especially when that demon is you. *ALL RIGHTS RESERVED* STARTED WRITING: MAY 2014

My thoughts you can't decode.. Sequel : Escape Route.

WARNING: Story will heavily contain sexual/violent scenes, including: adult language, sex, violence, self harm, etc. It's the loneliest feeling in the world- to find yourself sitting down when everyone else is standing up. To have everybody look at you and say, "What's the matter with her?". I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away. People think depression is sadness. People think depression is crying. People think depression is dressing in black. But people are wrong. Depression is the constant feeling of being numb. Being numb to emotions, being numb to lie. You wake up in the morning just to go back to bed again. Days aren't really days; they're just annoying obstacles that need to be faced. And how do you face them? Through medication, through drinking, through smoking, through drugs, through cutting. When you're depressed, you grasp on to anything that can get you through the day. That's what depression is, not sadness or tears, its the overwhelming sense of numbness and desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next. Depression is simply, yet not so simply, Desolation. My name is Brianna Rodriguez, and this is my life... before I met him. STARTED WRITING: APRIL 2014