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Sneaking out

Summary: 70's!Y/n sneaks out

Warnings: lots of smut, my underwhelming return to writing 😭

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Eloping

Summary: Y/n is fed up with her daddy's rules and runs off with Harry.

Warnings/ disclaimers: This is YOUNGER 70′s!harry, this is before they had kids. its a look on what happened before all of that

“But daddy, I don’t really like Rodger.” Y/n says, whining to her father. She was late for a date with Harry, trying to get out of the house but her father had invited who she thinks is her boyfriend over for dinner. “Don’t be rude, your boyfriend is here. Stay and have dinner with him.” Rodger smiles from the next room over. “Daddy! I have plans with someone. Promised plans! You can’t just spring this onto me.” Her father gives her a stern look, glaring at her. “You are staying here tonight.”

Y/n huffs, stomping up the stairs. She flops on her bed with tears in her eyes, grabbing her telephone and pulling the rotary dial to call Harry. “Harry,” Y/n cries once her lover answers, upset and over-emotional over the pent up anger finally releasing after so long. “Are you okay, love?” Y/n shakes her head even though Harry cannot see her, sobbing. “I hate this so much. He just wants to control my life. He doesn’t care that I’m with you he just wants to make sure he makes all my choices.” Harry sighs, adjusting on his bed.

“Tell me all about it.”

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do u think any of ur harrys likes pubic hair? or like is super okay with it and loves eating his wife out cause of it

I INSTANTLY THOUGHT OF 70’S HARRY UFNRKD

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“Oh. My. God. Did I forgot our anniversary or something?” Harry asks while his hands smooth up his wife’s thighs, excited to lick into his wife and feel the soft bush against the top of his nose while his tongue plays with her warm center. Y/n laughs, shaking her head. “No.”

“Then why have you kept the grown out bush? Do you want another baby? I thought we talked about th-“

“No! God, you’re awful! It’s not always for you, sometimes I get lazy.”

“Yeah, but it’s mainly for me.” He allows the pad of his fingers to brush over her mound, feeling the hairs that brush over his favorite spot on her. He pushes her down onto the bed, splitting her thighs open and yanking her thighs over his shoulder. He goes tongue first, loving the way the little hairs tickle his upper lip and brush against his nose. “Don’t ever shave- I want this all natural beauty every day.” He groans, pulling her unbelievably closer before he forces her to sit on his face.

“I said sit- not hover.” He yanks her hips down so she is sat on his face. Harry enjoyed every minute of the night.

I don’t think many of my characters would really have an opinion on it- they are all horny 24/7 so they cant complain.

I don’t think cottage core Harry has a preference, single dad doesn’t care, blind!Harry obviously doesn’t care, 70’s harry is obsessed with the bush, marriagecounselor!Harry wouldn’t care, Witch harry is all hippie-ish so he’s like “it’s all natural” and racer Harry probably doesn’t care- but I think he has a slight appreciation for a little hair down there.

Racer!harry:

“I haven’t shaved in a bit! Let me just go shave really quickly.” Harry rolls his eyes and tugs his wife toward his already naked body. “You think I care if you’ve got a little hair down there? I’ve got m’bush but you never seem to care.”

“Yeah, because it’s differe-“

“S’not.”

“I’m just tired and shaving when your pregnant is harder than I remember.”

“It’s our third baby, we’ve been through this exact moment the two other times I knocked you up. Just get on the bed and pull your panties down for me? I don’t care that you’ve got pubes. Seems like you’ve gone mad if you think I care.”

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All I need

Summary: Harry and Y/n are having some trouble getting pregnant. 70′s!harry

Warnings: mentions of infertility. Hi this is 2024 Aly I hate this blurb this is a 70's Harry imposter this is not like him at all 😔 I wrote this in 2021 and looking back I HATEEE how he looks in this 😭

“Nope, not pregnant.” Y/n sighs, looking down at the bathroom counter where all three pregnancy tests sit. Harry huffs, his head resting on the door frame, “maybe you’re reading it wrong?” Y/n shakes her head, “No, peach. You can’t just read these wrong.” Harry nods, walking out of the bathroom and heading toward their shared bedroom. Y/n sighs, tossing the tests and walking up to the twins.

“Lenny has a soccer game at twelve!” Y/n yells back at her husband before he slams the door to their bedroom and locks it. Y/n rolls her eyes at her husband's outburst of anger and walks into the twins room to get Lennon and Honey ready for his soccer game.

“Ready baby? It’s the last game of the season.” Y/n smiles widely at her son, pulling out his soccer uniform making him squeal. “Yes! Yes!” Y/n chuckles at her son, ruffling his hair. “Okay, we gotta get you changed then!”

“Harry, your son's soccer game starts in five minutes. I’m not doing this shit with you.” Y/n seethes from behind the door, the kids ready and downstairs. Harry lays under the covers of the bed on the other side of the door, ignoring his wife. “Okay.” He says, leaving his wife upset and angry.

She stomps down the stairs, leading the kids out of the door. “Where is daddy?” Lennon asks, looking up at his mummy while she buckles him in. Y/n’s heart melts at her pure son, he just wants his daddy there. “He isn’t feeling good right now.” Lennon pouts but still nods, trying to act like he is okay with his father missing his last soccer game.

Lennon plays a great game, eventually winning the game for the team and getting a little metal presented from the coaches, a big cheesy smile on his face. “Look mumma, look! I got a trophy.” Y/n chuckles at him and kisses his forehead. “I'm so proud of you Lenny, let's go home and show daddy!”

They get home and Y/n finds Harry still in bed, the house the exact same with toys scattered on the floor and clothes all over their bedroom floor. “Harry, you haven't done a thing.” Harry scoffs, his eyes closed and cuddled in the sheets. “Well excuse me for not doing anything. It was a night game, I’m tired.” Y/n rolls her eyes. “I dont give a fuck if it was a night game Harry, you should have been at your sons last soccer game. He wanted to show you his metal but now I have to send him to bed and tell him that his daddy is too lazy to get out of bed to see his metal and hear all about his soccer game.”

Harry rolls the other way, his back facing her. “Good night.”

It's a week later and Harry is still in a bad mood, shutting everyone out and giving a sour attitude. “I need you to pick up the dry cleaning.” Y/n hums, picking up the toys Honey had left out when she was making potions with the rain water, grass, and mud. Harry glances at her over the newspaper, ignoring her.

“Hello?” Harry nods, rolling his eyes and continuing reading his paragraph he paid for to advertise his floristry.

“I'll get it.” he huffs, his wife still eyeing him.

“Yeah, we’ll see how that goes.”

The day goes on and the dry cleaning completely slips Harry's mind while he works at the floristry, coming back home expecting to unwind, take a hot shower and slip into bed. He walks into the house, the only thing in hand is a water bottle. His wife's face instantly drops, sending the kids up to their shared room. “Did you seriously not pick up our dry cleaning?” Harry's brows raise then he remembers.

“Oh, I forgot.” he walks to the fridge, grabbing the orange juice and taking a drink.

“You can't go to lennons soccer game, you can't take Honey to the park, you can't help me out with picking up the house, you can't play with the kids, you can't pick up the dry cleaning. What are* you doing?” Y/n raises her eyebrow at her husband making his face fall. “Good night.”

“Go make lunch for the kids please.” Y/n asks Harry before disappearing into the twins' room.

“Lenny, hon, it’s almost time for lunch. What do you want daddy to make?” She asks, both of the twins on the floor of their room, playing with barbies. “Getti!” They say, their child lisps not letting them pronounce spaghetti correctly. “Okay, babies, I’ll tell daddy. Keep playing.” Y/n pecks her babies foreheads before she goes off in search of her husband. He's had such a bad attitude the past couple days toward everyone and barely interacted with the family, she doesn't even want to sleep in the same bed as him right now.

“Harry, the twins say they want spaghetti“ “I'm doing paperwork, could you do it?” Y/n huffs, stomping in the kitchen and loudly slamming the dishes while she pulls them out. “I just asked you to make them lunch and you go and start on paper work. Do you not listen? Do you not have ears?” Harry continues penning at his paper and ignores his wife, only making the situation worse. “Do you have ears?” she yells, making him flinch, “or are you just going to tell me goodnight and go hide away and fall asleep in our bedroom?” Harry sighs, walking up the stairs to do his paperwork in their bedroom.

“Another negative” Y/n says, walking down the stairs and tossing the pregnancy test into the trash can. Harry looks up, his shoulders sagging and finally breaking down. Y/n's eyes widened, shocked at her husband's random expression of emotion.

“Hey, hey, H. What is wrong?” She pulls her husband into her, cradling his head to her like she would her own child. Harry sobs, “I just feel like a shit husband.” He hiccups, not being able to get his words out through his hyperventilating. Y/n frowns, pecking his head. Even though he hasn't been the best husband the past couple weeks, she doesn't like hearing that. “Why? You know you’re the only one for me, peach. Why would you say that?” Harry shakes his head, holding onto her while he has his breakdown.

“Can’t even get my wife pregnant. There is obviously something wrong with me.” Y/n frowns, “no, no, no. There is nothing wrong with you. I know how bad you want this but it’s okay if Lennon and honey are our only babies. I don’t need ten thousand kids from you for you to prove that you are a good husband. You show that everyday by taking care of me and the babies.”

Harry pulls away, wiping at his face. “I just feel so stupid. I got my hopes up and I can’t even get you pregnant and I’ve put you through so much for nothing. I can’t even give my kids a sibling.” His voice gets higher, eventually breaking down again at the mention of his kids and sobbing into his hands, his shoulder curving down. “H, come sit down.” Y/n pulls him to the couch, kissing his head while he sniffles and hiccups in her lap.

“Is this why you've been such an asshole?” she asks, making Harry giggle a bit. “Been shutting us all out because you're upset? You need to talk to me, baby.”

“I know I do but- but I know you want this too and I didn't want to make you even more upset, and I felt like such a bad dad, and such a bad husband. I hate that I can't give you what you want.” he closes his eyes tight, the tears leaking through.

“You are an amazing dad and Lennon and honey are perfectly fine and happy with each other.” She kisses his forehead. “You don’t need to work yourself up over this. I love you, and I would love you if you gave me ten kids or if you gave me none, Kay?” Harry nods, his bottom lip jutted out in a pout. Y/n laughs, kissing him.

“I chose you over the boy my parents wanted me to be with, right? You are my soulmate, my one and only, peach. You’re the best husband a girl could ever ask for.” Harry blushes, hiding his face in her shoulder. “I love you, firefly.”

“Why is daddy crying?” Honey asks, standing at the bottom of the stairs with her brother. The parents both turn to their kids, Harry wiping the last of his tears and getting on his knees in front of his kids. “Daddy was just laughing at one of mummy’s jokes, it was really funny!” Harry smiles dramatically at his kids and pulls them both into his arms, crushing them into his chest and kissing their heads.

“Let's go out for dinner”

“Sounds groovy, let’s hit it!” Harry smiles, grabbing his babies hands and pulling them out of the door.

“They are all I need.” Harry smiles, looking over at Y/n while they are all out at lunch, the kids feeding each other their spaghetti with their hands. “I’m telling you baby, they are all we need.” Y/n smiles, kissing him.

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Eloping 2

Part one here

Summary: Harry and Y/n head back home.

Warnings: some arguing. a cheesy ass fight.

“You know we have to go back sometime.” Y/n says, watching Harry smoke a joint from outside of their motel room. Harry takes another drag before nodding, eyeing Y/n while she packs her stuff back into her over night bag, remaking the bed and cleaning up Harry's trash he had left on their bedside table. “I know.” He hums, walking back into the room and pulling his wife in by the wait, pressing a wet, open mouth kiss into her lips. “But I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

The twins *not* first protest.

Summary: Harry and Y/n take the twins to a women's rights protest + a sneak peek of their night routine. 70′S!HARRY

Warnings: should be none!

“No, Lennon, we cannot go. We have to make our signs first.” Harry hums, sitting on the living room floor with cardboard squares and paints of all colors. “Why?” Lennon asks, dipping his finger in the green paint and spotting it on his cardboard sign. Harry glances up at his child, a little annoyed. “So we can get our point across.”

“About what?!” He yells, making Honey snap her head up.

She huffs, shushing him while Y/n helps her paint the red letters. “Shut up!” She yells at Lennon, taking a paint brush and trying to paint a flower.

Lennon grumbles, stomping. “Don’t tell your brother that.” Harry mumbles, sitting Lennon beside him and handing him a jar of paint.

“Okay, smile.” Y/n says, handing Honey her still wet sign while she smiles- the sign reading “I am the boss of my body.” Y/n smiles, snapping the Polaroid. “Great! It looks amazing.”

Y/n adds the photo to their album of protesting Polaroids once it develops, starting on her own signs and leaving Honey’s on the table to dry. “No, let me help.” Harry says, pulling Lennon’s sign out of his hands and finishing his letters. “Stop just playing with the paint.” Harry finishes the sign “boys will be boys good humans” “go give it to mummy.” Harry orders, his brows furrowed in concentration as he thinks of what he could put on his own sign.

“Twenty minutes! Hurry it up.” Y/n yells from the top of the stairs. She’s already finished her sign and prepared to pick out her outfit.

The rush finally made Harry choose a saying, “women’s rights are human rights.” It was simple and Harry liked it, he quickly painted it on the signs and rangle the twins up to get them ready.

“Honey, put on your checkered dress. Lennon, get on your red shorts and blue striped shirt.” Harry says, ducking out of the room to get himself ready.

“Okay, stay next to us.” Y/n says, holding onto Lennon's hand while Harry holds onto Honey’s. They join the crowd, holding their signs up and walking with all of the people. “Join the chants.” Y/n coos down to Lennon, joining the chants.

“My body, my choice! My body, my choice! My body, my choice!” Harry hikes Honey up into his hip and let’s her watch over the crowd, her small arm getting tired but never lowering her sign or silencing her voice. “Having fun, peach?” Harry asks, kissing Honey's cheeks. She squeals, nodding.

“Hey! Ho ho! Gender violence has got to go!” Y/n chants while she hands her sign off to Harry, I clipping her thin and supportive bra, then throwing it in the trash can fire along with the others. Harry laughs, pecking her head while he hands her back her sign that reads “let my daughter have her rights!”

They March on for a bit, the protests coming to an end when the leader makes a quick speech and thanking them, Y/n sticking around to take photos.

“Kay, let’s hit the road!” Harry announces, Leading his family back to their VW bus.

They get back from the protest, absolutely knackered. “Okay, bath time” Y/n hums, guiding the kids to the bathroom, her eyes almost shut. They get the kids in the tub, helping them was their hair and other small things they still need help with since they are still so young. They wrap them in towels and bring them to their shared bedroom. “Okay, pajama time.” Harry softly sings, opening the babies dresser and rolling out their footie pajamas.

“I love you daddy. I love you mummy.” Honey sweetly bats her eyelashes while she gets tucked in by her parents, warm and snuggled up in her bed. “I love you too, Hon.” they both say, using her nickname and kissing her goodnight before moving over to her brother. “Okay, night night.” Harry pecks Lennon's forehead, dramatically lifting up his feet and tucking his blankets under them, making him giggle. “Love you, Lenny. Sleep well.” Y/n says, walking toward the door with Harry but not before switching on their night light.

“Sleep well, mummy and daddy love you.”

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The Twins Night Out

Summary: The twins go to their first concert. - 70s!Harry

Warnings: angst- but its nothin’ much!

Y/n and Harry were in a little fight. Harry had bought tickets to a Fleetwood Mac concert for the whole family. He wanted their twins to experience the out of body experience a concert is- but his wife thinks otherwise. Harry swears up and down that she's being unreasonable, saying they are only four and don’t need to go to something like that. “Dove, let me take the twins to go see Fleetwood, they would love it.” Harry pouts, brushing a thumb over her cheek.

Y/n rolls her eyes, walking out of the bedroom. “They are four years old. They do not need to be going to a concert.” Harry runs a hand through his shag haircut, groaning. “They are my children too! I say the twins go.” He huffs, following his wife to the twins bedroom. “Lennon, honey, it’s bath time.” Y/n calls to the four year old, smiling when they stand up from their toys. “Yup, then you’re gonna go to a concert with daddy.” Harry smiles, ruffling the twins' curls.

Y/n snaps her head to her husband, giving him eyes that scare him- he knows he’s in trouble. “Bath time is gonna be in a second, play for a little more.” Y/n pulls her husband to the side, leaving the twins bedroom cracked so she can keep an eye on them. “You had no right to tell them that when I said they couldn’t go!” She whisper-yells.

Harry groans, “You’re buggin’ out over this! It’s just a concert. I even got a ticket for you. I got excited, now I’m all bummed out.” Y/n sighs, giving in, she rests her head against the wall- running a hand over the patterned wallpaper. “Whatever. But I’m not going and they aren’t gonna be out all night.” Harry smiles- still upset that his lover isn’t going but at least he get his way. “Groovy!” He slaps his hands together, “thank you! Love you, sunshine.” He exclaims, pecking his wife before rushing into the twins bedroom.

“Bath time, then we gotta find a sick outfit for you two!” Harry smiles, pulling both of his four year olds up on his hips.

“Kay, show mama your outfits!” Harry chuckles, shuffling his kids into his bedroom he shares with his wife. Honey is dressed in a short sleeve jean jumpsuit with white gogo boots underneath and some large black rim sunglasses with yellow lenses. Lennon is dressed in some blue striped pants with a matching blue button up and a colorful bandana tied around his neck. Harry went all out, some baby green flared with a psychedelic looking button up shirt- his chest out, a white belt, black boots and glitter smeared on his cheeks and collar bones. “Well, don’t you two look slammin’?!” Y/n asks, opening her arms and waiting for her kids to run into them.

She kisses both of their heads, letting them go and turning back to her husband. “I’ll see you later.” She scrunches her nose, blowing a kiss. “Well, peace out sunshine! I’ll catch you later.” Harry winks back at her, catching her kiss and pressing it to his lips.

The twins were buzzing while Harry drove them to the concert in their faded pastel yellow and white VW bus, it was very on trend and Harry couldn't help but get it. The venue wasn't too far away from their home, it was about thirty minutes away and the twins always loved a drive- especially when they could listen to music and jam out. “‘Kay, you two are gonna be good and stay with daddy the whole time, capisce?” Harry asks, peeking up at the mirror to look at the twins. “Capisce!” Lennon yells, making Harry chuckle, shaking his head at his silly little boy. “Capisce, daddy.” Honey says, her voice much quieter than her brothers. “So, you're not gonna talk to strangers, you aren't going to run away, you aren't going to act up.” Harry says, eyeing his son who's giving him a cheeky smile. “You know I'm talking to you, Lenny.” His son giggles, covering his mouth. “I know, daddy!” he rolls his eyes playfully and waves him off.

“Okay, make mama happy and stay close to me.” Harry demands in a gentle tone, holding both of his toddlers hands while they walk through the crowd to get to the pit. Y/n would have most definitely said no if she knew where they were- good thing she didn't ask many questions.

“Daddy, what are we doing?” Honey asks, looking up at her father. Harry laughs, pulling her up on his hip. “We're here to see some people sing, doll.” she tosses a hand out, burrowing her eyebrows. “But daddy, it's time for bed.” Harry can't help but laugh, “But you can stay up a bit longer tonight, I promise.” “I can't see, move!” Lennon says, trying to look through all the tall adults. Harry muffles his laugh, “Hey, its all gonna be groovy once the show starts.” Lennon nods signing and twirling around. The show stars soon enough- Harry is definitely more excited than his kids. He loves Fleetwood Mac so he was buzzing to go to this concert. “Daddy, I can't see.” Honey pouts up at him. Harry nods, “Wanna sit on my shoulder?” Honey smiles, nodding. Harry pulls her up, setting her on his shoulder. She squeals, her hands coming onto his head to rest onto his curls. “Cause when the lovin’ stops and the lights go down, and there's not another livin’ soul around, you woo me until the sun comes up, and you say that you love me.” Harry sings along to the song, softly swaying to the music.

“Having fun, Lenny?” Harry coos, holding his hand while they all dance. “Yup!” Harry laughs, pulling out his small film camera that Y/n had forced him to take. “Okay, smile so we can show mama the photos!” Harry says, setting Lennon down and waiting for him to smile. Lennon smiles and Harry snaps the photo of him, shaking it so it develops. “It looks sick!” Harry smiles, showing his little boy. “Can you get a photo of us?” Harry asks, handing the camera off to his boy. Lennon nods, smiling and looking through the little hole of the camera. “Say cheese!” Harry makes a face that looks like he's growling, Honey smiling all pretty. “Thanks mate!” he ruffles Lennon's hair and takes the camera, slipping it into his back pocket.

“Okay, babies, Mama said we can't be out too late so we gotta head home now.” Harry coos, pulling his sleepy twins up onto his hips and pushing through the forest of people.

The kids yawn and place their head on his shoulder. He walks back to the bus, strapping them into their carseats.

“Yay, we're home.” Harry cheers sarcastically, dropping the sleeping kids onto the green couch. Y/n laugh, standing up and yawning. She wraps her arms around her husband, kissing his cheek. “How was the show?” she asks, her arms still around his neck. “It was amazing, Sunshine. The babies loved it.” he pulls out the photos he got, handing them to her. She shuffled through a couple of photos and smiled. “Awe, they look so happy..” “Yeah, Lennon had such a good time dancing.” Y/n pouts a little upset that she was so stubborn and chose not to go just because she was upset with her husband. Now she's missed out on her little one's very first concert. “I wish I would have gone.” Harry nods, kissing her forehead . “There's always next time.”

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