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✶ 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧. . . 📜 .ᐟ

📂 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ includes: matt sturniolo, chris sturniolo, and more. . .

🪞fluff / 🧚🏻 smut / 🧷 angst / 🐇 a wattpad original

𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗦 ‧₊˚ 🎞️ | short series

🎟️ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i write a few short series based on iconic romance and rom-com movies we all know and love <3

i. the proposal ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

y/n is an executive editor for a book company in manhattan, new york. while she may be a powerful woman, many of her workers despise her. when y/n learns that she’s going to face deportation and has to return to canada, she does the unthinkable. she lies through her teeth and reveals to her boss that she’s getting married to her assistant, matt sturniolo.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

ii. 10 things i hate about you ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

on the first day of school, finn instantly falls for the most popular girl in school; cassie. his plan to ask cassie out is destroyed when he learns that she’s forbidden to date until her ill-tempered, hates-all-men, un-dateable older sister, y/n, does. desperate, finn finds a possible match all over the school for y/n until he comes across the perfect one—the ‘bad boy’ with a bad reputation, chris sturniolo.

🪞 / 🧚🏻 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

iii. to all the boys i’ve loved before ✷ conrad fisher x fem!reader

five times. that’s how many times y/n has fallen in love and for each guy, she’s written a love letter that she keeps hidden in an old box. the letters remain a secret until y/n’s little sister sent all five letters to each guy it was addressed to. y/n was unaware of it until conrad fisher walked up to her one day, the folded paper in his hand. in an attempt to get his ex-girlfriend back, conrad proposes an idea that they should date. well, pretend to.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

iv. roman holiday ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

it’s 1953 and princess y/n has arrived in rome, italy. overwhelmed by her suffocating schedule, princess y/n escapes from the palace in the middle of the night and into the cobblestoned streets of rome. lost and frightened, she runs into an american freelance journalist, matt sturniolo, who shows her what it’s like to live a normal life.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

v. the parent trap ✷ harry styles x fem!reader

divorced parents. two daughters—twins. after meeting at summer camp, anya and juliette devise a plan to switch identities to give each other a chance to spend time with the parent they’ve missed. if their scheme goes well, they have a chance to bring their mom, y/n, and dad, harry, back together and become a family again.

🪞 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon in theatres.

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗧 ��𝗘𝗣𝗦𝗜 ‧₊˚ ⛪️ | one shots

🪽₊˚⊹ ━━ in which i write one shots for you! my inbox is open, so if you want to leave a request, feel free to let me know!

NOTE . . . .ᐟ requests that include certain kinks (e.g., piss kink), incest, anal, threesomes, and any other topics i find uncomfortable will be ignored.

i. little black dress ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ i wanna see the way you move for me, baby. . . ❞

in an attempt to move on from a brutal breakup with her piece-of-shit boyfriend, y/n gets dolled up for a frat party her friend had begged her to come to. hoping to just forget about it all by getting wasted, y/n is taken by surprise when she meets a frat boy, chris sturniolo, who had his eyes on her and her little black dress from the moment she walked in.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

one night stand, fratboy!chris, nsfw

ii. only angel ✷ harry styles x fem!reader

❛❛ it turns out she’s a devil in between the sheets. . . ❞

famous popstar, harry styles, is performing at the 2017 victoria’s secret fashion show and he’s more ready than ever. while performing ‘only angel’, harry is captivated when an angel herself, y/n, steps out to walk down the runway. after the show, harry takes it upon himself to ask if he could take her out for dinner—only to end up stumbling into harry’s hotel room to do more french kissing than talking.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

famous!harry, model!y/n, nsfw

iii. juno ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ give me more than just some butterflies. . . ❞

rumors have been going around that famous popstar, y/n, and nfl player, chris sturniolo, are dating after months of being spotted together by fans and paparazzis. attending y/n’s show for the first time, chris is taken by surprise by the ‘freaky position’ she does on stage, all while looking at him. of course, fans go insane.

🪞⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

singer!y/n, nflplayer!chris, fluff

iv. i can see you ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ and i could see you up against the wall with me. . . ❞

y/n has been thinking about this guy in her english class—his hair, his face, his glasses. they’ve never spoken before, but y/n can’t help but develop feelings for him. maybe it’s the way he talks, or walks, or maybe it’s just his face. y/n finally gets the courage to talk to him, lying that she needs help with an assignment but he sees right through her. the only problem is that he’s her professor.

🧚🏻 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

professor!matt, student!y/n, older!matt, both are consenting adults, y/n is 21+, nsfw

+ more. . . <3 soon.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗬 ‧₊˚ 📰 | series

☁ ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i write multiple series filled with angst, fluff, and smut!

i. don’t blame me ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ lord, save me, my drug is my baby. . . ❞

y/n has had a secret admirer for months. every morning is the same thing—a note falls out from her locker, talking about her smile, her beauty, her everything. she throws each note away, and never thinks about it again. after being partnered up with chris, the quiet boy, in chemistry class, she forms a genuine bond with him. things begin to change when boys she has ever dated and her enemies were found in the woods, lifeless.

🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

obsessed!chris, killer!chris, quiet!chris, nsfw, angst, thriller

ii. sweet relief ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!reader

❛❛ it’s just something only we know. . . ❞

y/n has despised her brother’s best friend for years, but no one seems to know why. every time matt comes over to their house, y/n’s mood turns sour. growing tired of it, her brother, jax, forces y/n and matt to spend time together by leaving them at their family’s beach house. with no choice, the two spend the night together, learning to get along. as unexpected feelings surface, both agree to keep their new understanding a secret from jax—for now.

🪞 / 🧚🏻 / 🧷 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

brother’s best friend, enemies to lovers, nsfw, angst

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𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗙𝗔𝗦𝗧 ‧₊˚ 🩹 | fics

⛓️‍💥 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ in which i incorporate my wattpad fics on tumblr and continue them <3 and also make new fics with designated names for oc’s instead of ‘y/n’ !

i. fool’s gold ✷ chris sturniolo x fem!oc

❛❛ i know your love’s not real. . . ❞

bianca sinclair is the new girl in somerville high school. this being her senior year, she vows to not let boys distract her. that is until she meets chris sturniolo, the football player who’s known for also being a player outside of the field. things take a turn when bianca is asked to tutor chris in spanish and they spend more time together outside of school. in attempt to make his ex-girlfriend jealous and hide the fact that he has a tutor, he asks bianca the unthinkable—for her to be his fake girlfriend.

🪞 / 🧷 / 🐇 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

fake dating, footballplayer!chris, madison beer fc

ii. the great war ✷ matt sturniolo x fem!oc

❛❛ my hand was the one you reached for. . . ❞

ellsworth, maine became a silent town days after the sturniolo brothers moved in across the street from adelaide westwood. adelaide can’t help but become more curious about the enigmatic boy who smoked more than he talked, matt sturniolo. fear hovers over the town when a series of murder is reported, and she suspects that matt is the killer. surely, he’s hiding something, right? adelaide makes it her mission to unravel the truth matt seems to be secretive about, that is if he is hiding anything at all, before the whole town drowns in a bloodbath. or worse, before she’s next.

🧷 / 🐇 ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ━━ coming soon.

thriller, biker!matt, cindy kimberly fc

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randomshyperson · 1 year ago

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As It Was - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots

Summary: Secrets don’t last forever, especially inside a fantasy. But you make sure to kiss her hard before it’s time to go. | Based (slightly) on “As it Was” by Harry Styles. | Part Two

Warnings: (+18), some brief smut, it’s angst but sexy and hopeful ending, milf!wanda, age gap, ex-lovers meeting again, implied cheating and lying. | Words: 1.638k

A/N-> Not me writing Hex again. I want to write something about cowboys, but I have no ideas. Guess the only solution is not to write at all.

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad | Song-Based Collection

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It was supposed to be a one-night thing.

But Wanda was waking up in your bed again. Red hair sprawled on her pillow, a soft, satisfied sigh as she felt her muscles exhausted by the previous night's efforts. The feel of your lips is still fresh in her memory.

The natural instinct, not the first, because whenever she woke up in your bed her first reaction was to cover her body and look for the door. But the second was to look for you. Groping around the bed, Wanda opened her eyes as she felt the empty space. Before she could be overcome by guilt and brief irony that you would have been the first to leave this time, she found your figure. Sitting on the windowsill of the motel room, a cigarette between your fingers almost burned out completely.

It was still night, and Wanda wanted to look at you for a moment in the moonlight, to try to remember how beautiful your half-naked figure was. Not that she could ever forget.

"Come back to bed." She asked in a low tone, even though in a few hours, she would probably be the one to leave on the sly. With nothing more than a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You offered nothing more than a sad smile and Wanda knew immediately that something was different tonight.

Against the will of her own weary limbs, she forced herself up. Dragging the sheet wrapped around her body with her, until she was behind you, arms around your naked torso.

"Lie down with me, sweetheart." She insisted in a whisper against your ear. "We still have time."

You flicked the cigarette away, and entwined your hands together over your belly, but didn't move any more than necessary.

"I'm not sleepy." You replied, a little hoarsely. "But you can lie down if you want. I like to watch you sleep, you always seem... so peaceful and carefree when you do."

Wanda rested her chin on your shoulder, a smile playing on her lips. "It's how I always am around you."

You chuckled, weak and short. "We both know this isn't true." The direct statement surprised her, but Wanda just sighed the tension away and continued to hold you without pulling away.

"I'll be busy next week, darling. We should enjoy the little bit of time we have." She insisted last, hoping to win this argument. But you pushed your tongue behind your teeth and released one of her hands to push your hair straight back.

"What was it that you said it would make you busy, dear?" You retorted, and Wanda hummed distracted by the spots on your back.

"Work." She grumbles, pleased to see you turning around, finally. But your gaze is different, a determined glint in your irises making her look at you curiously.

"I thought it was with the boys' soccer club."

Wanda frowns, then smiles awkwardly, shaking her head. "Yeah, you're right. I guess I forgot." She mumbles, swallowing dryly at your watchful gaze studying her. She feels like she got caught in a lie, even if she didn't. Clearing her throat, she loosens you up. "I'm cold, I'm going back to bed. Are you sure...?"

You just nodded, and she sighed in defeat. She wrapped her arms around herself and moved to the mattress, but didn't get to lie down. She turned to you again, with a very queasy feeling in her chest.

"What's wrong? You're acting strange." She accused worriedly, and you hesitated before your shoulders relaxed. The forced smile on your lips didn't make you feel any more confident.

"I'm just tired of sharing you with him, but I don't want to have this conversation again."

"Babe..."

"I mean it, Wanda." You question her as you approach. "We don't fight while in our time together, okay? It's our agreement. And you're right, it is cold. I should be a gentleman and warm you up."

She opens her mouth to protest, but you kiss her firmly, swallowing her gasp of surprise and all the next ones until they become needy against your tongue. Her hands grab your shoulders, and close behind your neck as yours pull the comforter to the floor and drag her back to bed.

You've been together a dozen times now, Wanda remembers them all, and yet it seems to get better and more delicious each time your mouth is against hers, your fingers inside her most sensitive part as they are now. The innate talent you seem to have of driving her to insanity.

It started weeks, maybe months ago. Time is tricky. But it was in the spring, when the boys grew from 5 to 10 in the blink of an eye, and Vision decided there was something very wrong with their perfect life. And Wanda allowed herself to wonder about marriage, and about the people she left behind.

And you reappeared. Her former love from her youth was frozen forever in the 24 years of a volunteer who never returned from Hydra. It was like they told Wanda, no one survived contact with the stone but her and her brother.

So ever since you showed up, willing to continue a relationship that never came to an end for you, Wanda kept you. Part of her knows it's wrong, that you didn't see the truth, but the other can't bring herself to say goodbye to you a second time in her life.

"Yes! Oh, baby, right there-" Her moans are music to your ears. Wanda grips your hair tightly, keeping your face between her legs. You're too busy with the task of bringing her to climax in your mouth to look up and see the irises redden as the warm cheeks, but Wanda can feel you smiling against her. "Fuck, I missed you! I love-"

But she chokes on her own dizzy confessions of pleasure, breaking into a whimper as she cums in your mouth. You force your face against her, licking her clean until you come up again, to kiss her.

Wanda is tired, you two did this so many times last night that the recent orgasm barely lets her feel her legs.

"I can't anymore." She lets you know with a satisfied, exhausted sigh, smiling at the chaste kisses you deposit on her cheeks as she calms down.

Your laugh is short and hearty. "When did you turn into an old woman, Maximoff?" You tease amusedly, looking at her again. And Wanda stares back at you, raising her hands to stroke your face.

Her eyes water. You haven't changed a bit, not a single trace. It's exactly as she saw you last time, so many years before in your mother country. Gone, just like you.

Her tears make you hesitate immediately. "Oh, baby, I was only joking." You assure, kissing the tip of her nose. "You're not old, I promise. You're beautiful, Wanda. And you're perfect, I swear it-"

She giggles tearfully, nodding softly before pulling your face against hers again. It's an intense kiss, but not as feverish as before. You rest into her, and Wanda strokes your cheek as you part.

"Don't lie to me, I know you're a heavy sleeper. What's haunting this pretty head of yours?"

You take a deep breath, hugging her. "It was just a stupid nightmare. It didn't even make sense." That's what you mumble, kissing her skin.

"What was it about?"

"You."

Wanda resists sleep. "Me?" But you slide your thigh between her legs, and the sensitivity makes her jump away. Your hands steady her waist, and Wanda grunts affectedly. "I don't think I can-"

"Nonsense." You retort with a mischievous grin, and Wanda realizes you've only laid down to get better access to her bare breasts, which you cup in one go, making her arch her back. You suck hard before releasing it with a pop. "You used to beat me at this, always the last one to fall asleep..."

Your fingers slipped inside again, and Wanda panted affectedly, one hand digging its nails into your back. "God, that was a long time ago!" She fought back with her eyes tightly closed, feeling her body twitch with the slow stroking inside her. But you just hum distractedly, gaining a rhythm inside her that makes her moan deeply.

"It's odd." You confess in a low tone, sure that Wanda isn't even hearing your words by the way she's panting and squirming on the mattress. "I can't figure out exactly how much no matter how hard I try to remember."

She comes in a high-pitched cry, squirting onto your hand and all over the bed. The moan is pornographic enough to attract all your attention and push all insecurities to the back of your mind.

Wanda can't even keep her eyes open anymore. "'Can't…Not anymore."

"Shush, I know, you did so amazing, babe." You soothe her, removing your fingers and kissing her skin. "You can sleep, I'll take care of you."

Despite her exhaustion, she clung to you as tightly as she could. You sighed and waited to make sure she was asleep to relieve the dampness of the bed with the help of your abilities.

With the bed dry, and a sleeping witch, you got up and returned to the window. It took another moment to light another cigarette and pull out the phone card that had mysteriously appeared in your pocket this morning.

Agatha Harkness, magical consultant - it read on the back. On the other side, impeccable handwriting.

"Come see me at this address when you get tired of pretending you don't remember everything you did for her."

With a sigh, you returned the card to your pocket. You offered the sleeping woman another look before leaving the room. The Westview Motel sign flickered when you closed the door.

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Part Two

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #marvel imagines #wanda maximoff

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folkookie97 · 1 year ago

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❝ drunk confessions (1) ❞ — jjk

— SUMMARY: ❝Jungkook was intense. An emotional mess in your life even after the breakup. But you couldn't help but miss all his chaos during those endless late nights when you were cuddled up with another man.❞

— PAIRING: ex bf!jungkook x ex gf!!reader (soft bf!taehyung)

— TYPE: angst | ex lovers!au, non-idol!au

— WORD COUNT: 1,738

— WARNINGS: argument, curse words, alcohol, toxic!jungkook, jungkook is bad at feelings, emotional infidelity, mention of sex, mention of bf!taehyung, based on From the Dining Table (Harry Styles)

— NOTES: jungkook as toxic ex bf kills me every time i think about him.

— RELEASE DATE: July 15, 2023

— CROSSPOSTING: ao3, wattpad, spirit fanfics

Your eyelids couldn't close. Stinging sensations arose in the waterlines of your eyes with every frustrated attempt to reach the sleepy darkness. Your own body defied the human need to at least take a nap.

You were screwed. You knew better than anyone how endless the early hours of the morning could be.

Your nightly sleep had been a mess ever since storms of thoughts and reflections became a routine for your brain during resting hours. You couldn't relax when your mind insisted on filling you with confusion by recalling all the conflicts of the past few months.

And most importantly: recalling that damn phone call.

The last one you had with Jungkook.

You remembered all the details. It was possible to feel once again how strong your heartbeats was when the phone rang that night. Your hands, sweaty with sudden emotion, struggled to answer the call as quickly as possible, afraid that something you had been waiting for so long might accidentally end up in voicemail due to lack of swiftness.

The memory of how the phone fell silent for long seconds as soon as you called Jungkook's name. A part of you was afraid that the call hadn't been intentional, just something like a misdial.

You two hadn't spoken to each other for weeks, and maybe Jungkook wasn't even planning to call you that night.

Even if that night was very significant to you.

To relieve the flutter, you swallowed hard at the mere thought that your enthusiasm might have been in vain.

A sigh could be heard on the other line when Jungkook's name was mentioned once again.

"I can't do this anymore, (Y/N)."

The girl's heart skipped a beat for a moment, and you could swear a buzzing sound echoed through the room.

"What are you talking about?" You asked.

"Me and you. Us. Our relationship is so complicated. A real mess..." The boy sobbed. You could feel that his voice was so broken as your heart.

"Kookie... if this is about our last fight, I'm sorry. It was such a stupid reason. I know, but I..."

"FUCKING HELL!"

The male scream echoed through the device, startling you not just because of a thunderous volume but also because it was followed by Jungkook's laughter.

A sarcastic laughter.

Lack of emotional intelligence in arguments had always been a characteristic of Jungkook's personality. He was a chaos. A hurricane ready to destroy everything in its path.

And lately you've been hating that habit about him.

Jungkook's intensity made you fall in love with him two years ago. But it had also made our love being so messy and toxic. Turning sunny skies into deadly storms.

There was no longer a sweet relationship for you.

"Can you hear yourself? You're almost begging me. That's because I wanna leave you. It's so pathetic. You're so clingy." He said.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you checked the time on your phone's screen, the hard brightness hurting your vision.

"Jungkook, I don't wanna fight right now. It's only ten minutes until my birthday. I thought you were calling to wish me an early happy birthday or..."

"Or what?" Jungkook laughed, his sobbing merging with the bitterness of his laughter. "Did you think I wanted to apologize for that day?"

"You said you were sorry..." You reminded him, biting your lower lip to suppress the waterfall of tears streaming down your cheeks.

"I used to feel. But only until I drank these two whiskey bottles and turned me into a tearful wreck." The sound of glass shattering on the floor was heard. Your desire to ask if he hurted himself was almost bigger than the urgency to keep your crying unnoticed. "Do you know why I'm drinking on a Wednesday night?"

You refrained from answering. His question was almost rhetorical, a pure melancholic rambling of a drunken human being.

So dramatic like Jungkook always used to be.

"I was with Lori today," Jungkook's confession triggered a pain in your stomach. Your effort to not vomit at his words was utterly depressing. "We saw each other, had sex like we always do. She's good at what she does. She always rides my dick and also looks like a porn actress when she's on her knees giving me a amazing oral..."

Maybe Jungkook would laugh when your disguise fell. You thought he would pause his monologue to mock how your sobs were constant and how pathetic you seemed.

Or maybe he would keeping rambling until the pain of your broken heart became unbearable and your brain convinced you to end the call.

However the thought of Jungkook crying like you were doing had never crossed your mind. Not even for a single second of your life.

He was sobbing like a child who got hurt on the playground; helpless and seeking the comfort of some trusted adult.

Before you could filter the words, the question had already escaped your lips.

"Why are you crying?"

And realizing the chaos inside his mind, Jungkook laughed again amidst tears. A sorrowful laughter.

"Because she's not you, (Y/N)."

The girl widened her eyes. The tears turned crystalline and your pupils dilated as Jungkook's words caused stumbles in your heart.

What was he trying to say? How drunk was he to lay his feelings bare for the first time since the breakup?

The anticipation of a confession pained your mind. A variety of scenarios emerged every second.

"I love you so much, (Y/N). I love everything about you. And this feeling it's killing me because missing you hurts too much." He sighed. The sound of breaking glass resurfaced and you swallowed hard as you picturing that scene. "When Lori told me she saw you yesterday, I swear I was desperate to talk to you as soon as possible."

"Yesterday she was wearing my old shirt..." You interrupted feeling a intense burning in your throat. "That Guns N' Roses shirt that you bought me in our first month of dating."

"You left it here at home and your damn scent was still on it. I needed a way to overshadow it and I..."

"Fucked your coworker."

Jungkook was speechless for a while. No comforting words could deny the injustice of the situation. He knew that you didn't deserve to see Lori wearing that shirt that had once been so special for both of you.

You didn't deserve to suffer through any of it. You didn't deserve to shed your tears or be broken-hearted for someone so unworthy.

Jungkook knew that you didn't deserve to be destroyed by the chaos he brought into others' lives.

He loved you. But he didn't know how to make you happy. He didn't know if he could ever fix your heart.

Was he selfish for wanting to try get your sweet love back? Was it too late for you two?

"Jungkook, I need to hang up."

His heart instantly broke at your warning and the formality in your words.

"(Y/N), please," The boy begged with a trembling voice. "You need to listen to me. I've been holding back everything I feel for you for so long, I need..."

It made you furious. You could even cry with rage.

"You've been holding all this bullshit back for a long time? Then keep holding it back for a little while longer." The words came out harsher than intended but you weren't in the mood to regret it. For the second time that night you checked the time on your phone screen and wiped away the tears from your cheeks with your free hand. "It's already my birthday, Jungkook. You didn't even call me to apologize or wish me a happy birthday. You just wanted to hurt me. Hurt my heart. My feelings."

"My baby, I'm so sorry. Fuck. I swear I..."

Your classic pet name pushed you over the edge.

"I don't wanna talk to you today." You admitted. "I love you. I swear I fucking love you. I love you much more than I would like and than I should."

You sighed hearing Jungkook cry. You were definitely not used to the pain you felt when you heard him cry.

"But I'm tired Jungkook. I'm tired of loving you and I'm getting tired of you."

"I love you, (Y/N). I just wanna try to fix things. I'm trying, baby. I swear I'm trying."

"I know, Kookie." At least you really knew that. "But I don't wanna deal with this whirlwind of emotions that you've been hiding for years. Call me when you're sober if you truly love me and really wanna try to fix things."

And in that early morning, when the clock struck 12h02 AM, you had your last call with Jeon Jungkook.

Your request for him to return with real sobriety not happened. Hypotheses swam through your mind over the next few months. Did he regretted the brief expression of feelings? Were the love confessions and desperate crying just a delusion resulting from alcohol?

You couldn't know the true cause for Jungkook's ghosting but the choice not to seek the truth haunted you at night, when your head rested on the pillow and your eyes were unable to close.

"Darling, are you okay? Why are you crying?"

With a slight startle, you directed your attention to the male body beside you. The young man had his long fingers wrapped around your waist tracing caresses on your bare skin.

His lips were pressed into a thin line and his eyebrows furrowed in a countenance that indicated excessive worry. He looked a lot like the guy you used to love.

Actually the one you still loved.

The name Jungkook almost escaped you in a tearful whisper.

"Yes, Tae. I'm fine. It's just... just a nightmare."

The man soothe you with a sweet smile and pulled you into a hug. It was a square smile different from the typical bunny smile Jungkook had. However the image of your ex-boyfriend remained permanent in your mind as Taehyung caressed your hair. Your heart hurts with the contrast between your thoughts and the cruel reality.

Both of they were extremely different yet had similarities that made your stomach churn.

And as Taehyung tried to pull you into a deep sleep whispering lyrics of romantic songs in your ear, you wondered if Jungkook's name would show up on your caller ID someday again.

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mariacallous · 2 months ago

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Donald Trump’s youngest son, and his only child shared with Melania Trump, has largely remained out of the public eye to the degree any former president’s child could. Well, until recently. Newly 18, Barron Trump is now a freshman at NYU and a burgeoning political adviser to his father.

For the past two weeks, my TikTok For You page has been filled with posts from New York University students posting clips of Barron Trump attending classes as if he were Sasquatch: the videos are all blurry and taken hurriedly, and mostly feature fellow students trying to track down the once-elusive Trump. These cryptic videos, complete with shaky camera angles set to songs like Chamillionaire’s “Ridin,’” are all over, taken from “day in my life”-style student videos and reposted to the dozens of Barron stan accounts across TikTok and Instagram.

These posts have garnered millions of views and look like paparazzi shots. You can tell from the camera angle that the people filming are trying to hide their cameras under backpacks or sweaters. New genres of Barron memes have flourished.

“I feel like Barron could’ve gone to any school, but the fact that he chose one of the most liberal schools in the country speaks volumes,” Grace Rowley, an NYU student who posted about Barron on TikTok, told me. “I was shocked and super intrigued that he would choose NYU. Would love to speak with him and would love to read his ‘why NYU’ essay.”

This kind of projection has been part of Barron’s story for years.

Before September, Barron was an enigma. He had no social media accounts and rarely made public appearances. For eight years, his personal life and interests were left to the public’s imagination. In 2020, rumors spread on TikTok that his then classmates had identified his Roblox username, “JumpyTurtlee.” The account’s bio said that the user was a fan of anime and K-pop and supported LGBTQ+ rights. While the rumor was never confirmed, it became part of Barron’s online mythos. Users would grab clips of him looking glum and make it sound as if he were miserable and despised his father, and then post them under the hashtag #savebarron2020.

Barron was the subject of dozens of pieces of fan fiction on sites like Archive of Our Own and Wattpad, and on fan accounts that recycle the same few clips and images over and over again. As Slate writer Luke Winkie noted earlier this year, Barron became a blank canvas for anyone even somewhat interested in the Trump family to project their own “fantasies” on to.

As Winkie also noted, the weird Greco-Roman antiquity-obsessed wing of the conservative base has obsessed over Barron as well, comparing his jawline to that of Alexander the Great and referring to him as America’s Caesar. Earlier this week, someone made an account seemingly impersonating Barron, making it appear as though he were making misogynistic comments about Kamala Harris. That account has since been suspended.

But fans of Barron won’t need to make up their own personal headcanons any longer, especially as it looks like Barron is beginning to take on a more public-facing role supporting his father. He made an X account on Monday to join a Space hosted by Trump to announce the former president’s new crypto venture. “He talks about his wallet, he’s got four wallets or something, and I’ll say, ‘What is a wallet?” the former president said. When Trump sat for an interview with Kick streamer Adin Ross earlier this year, he said that Barron was a fan of Ross. “My son’s told me about you,” Trump told him.

Time will tell, but for now, I'm not sure the internet can assume Barron is merely a weeb anymore. At least we'll probably find out on TikTok soon.

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lemoncrushh · 4 months ago

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OLD FICS REPOSTING

STARTING MONDAY, JULY 8...

I will begin reposting my three completed long fics. These are multi-chaptered fics that I wrote between 2015 and 2018. Please note, these are all Harry x OC fics, two are AUs and one is Real Harry.

I WILL BE POSTING ONE CHAPTER OF EACH FIC PER DAY. So, you can follow along easily or wait til the end and binge them all.

Below is a brief synopsis of each fic, along with warnings. ALL THREE ARE OLDER WOMAN OCs. If this is not your thing, or it turns you off, PLEASE do not read. I got hate for these in the past (and some snarky comments on Wattpad), and I am just too old and tired to defend them anymore. In my opinion, the age thing shouldn't matter, but I would rather put it out there first before I get messages about it.

Just PLEASE REMEMBER TO BE KIND. I have a heart just like everybody else, and I am sensitive. I enjoy interacting with readers and other writers. Feedback is always appreciated, but rude comments will be blocked.

Obviously, you must be over 18 to read my fics.

Summary: After a few years of being a housewife, Tisa Jordan decided to go back to school. Hoping to find inspiration and a new direction in life, she didn't expect to meet Harry Styles, a handsome British twenty-year-old.

When It Was Written: I started this fic around the end of 2014 when I'd just become a Harry fan, and it was completed in 2015. It was my very first Harry fic.

The Characters and Face Claims: This Harry is 20 (he turns 21 at the end), and Tisa is 32. The girl for the face claim of Tisa was just a model in a random stock photo I found, so I don't know who she is. The character Zack is based on Zayn, and Penny is based on Perrie Edwards. Also, I think I used Ashton Irwin for the face claim of Joey, Liam for Grayson, Olivia Wilde for Justine (complete coincidence, I promise lol), Renee Olstead for Liz, and Lea Michele as Britney. I did not use a face claim for James.

Warnings: age gap (older woman), infidelity, smut, unprotected sex, divorce, angst (LOTS), drinking, mentions of mental abuse and dysfunctional childhood

Number of Chapters: 39 (chapters are a bit short in the beginning because I didn't keep track of word counts back then.)

Posting Time: 10AM CDT

Summary: I'm Harry. I have a mundane job where I sit in a cubicle all day. But things just got better because the hottest babe just started working here. And I'm determined to make her mine, even if just for one night. I'm Roni. I just started this new job, but all I can think about is the hottie in the corner cubicle. I think he likes me too.

When It Was Written: This was started in 2015 and finished in 2017 (it was on hold off and on for a while). It started really with just the urge to write about a cocky Harry and eventually turned into a long story. There is a lot of smut, but it ends up having a lot of drama as well.

The Characters and Face Claims: So, as you can see from the cheeky lil summary, this is written in two points of view. This Harry is based on 2013 Harry, so he's 19. Roni is 27. I don't believe I used any face claims for any of the other characters.

Warnings: age gap (older woman), smut, angst (LOTS) * Just want to add that in both this fic and the one above, the characters have unprotected sex. This was simply an oversight on my part. I was married when I wrote these and had not used a condom in years, so it was simply not on my mind. I got called out for it, don't worry lol.

Number of Chapters: 22

Posting Time: 2PM CDT

Summary: Stacey Barnett is a writer and a single mother. Her hands full with two daughters (one with special needs), a newly published novel, an extroverted best friend and a controlling ex-husband, the last thing she expects is to meet an international pop star.

When It Was Written: I started this story in 2016 when I was going through my own divorce, so it's very personal to me. I didn't actually finish it until 2019. Sometimes you write something that you think is going to be a big hit and when it's not, it kind of crushes your spirit. While I knew this was not for everyone, I think because it was so personal to me, it was hard for me to take any criticism (and it still is, tbh).

The Characters and Face Claims: This is the only one of the three that is about Real Harry. The story takes place when he's just released his first solo album, although in this he never cut his hair, and his movie (which is not named) came out before the album. The face claim for Stacey is Rachelle Lefevre. She is 40. Her bestie Lorelei's face claim is Tabrett Bethell. I did not use any other face claims, although most of the other characters are based on real people in my life - Stacey's daughters are mine, her mom is mine, and her ex-husband is mine. I just changed the names.

Warnings: age gap (older woman), smut, angst, mentions of divorce, autism (child), seizures (child), insecurities, flashbacks, nightmares, mental health issues * Again, this mentions a lot of personal issues I had and was going through at the time. I am not exaggerating when I say this is LOADED with angst. You will get angry at the characters, especially Stacey. But please remember to have a heart, because she's been through a lot and doesn't always react the way you think she should.

Number of Chapters: 33

Posting Time: 6PM CDT

In addition, I also have playlists curated for all of these on Spotify. I will link them on the story pages.

Again, please be kind. But if you have any feedback as I post, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Remember, just because they're older fics doesn't mean you can't comment :).

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heyangel28 · 8 months ago

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ROCKSTAR || Harry Styles (Duplicity AU)

Warnings: Spicy, Smut, Daddy Kink, Gun, Violence, Mafia, Cigarettes, Drugs

A/N: This is a short story I wrote about Duplicity, where there is an extra member of Duplicity that’s dating Harry instead of Aven. It’s sort of a twisted tale with my own added characters and dynamics. Keep in mind that I do not own any of these characters (apart from Eva Turner) as they were originally created by happydays1d on wattpad but nonetheless, please enjoy this alternate version. Enjoy x

DUPLICITY LIVE ON TOUR

Niall Horan - backing vocals, electric guitar

Louis Tomlinson - base guitar

Eva Turner - electric guitar, vocals

Liam Payne - drums

And

Harry Styles - vocals, lead guitar

SETLIST

Kiwi (Main vocals- Harry)

Why’d You Only Call Me When Your High? (Main Vocals - Harry)

Sex (Main Vocals - Harry)

Sweater Weather (Main Vocals - Harry)

My Kind Of Woman (Main Vocals - Harry, Eva)

Smells Like Teen Spirit (Main Vocals - Harry)

Wanna Be Yours (Main Vocals - Harry)

R U Mine? (Main Vocals - Harry)

Out Of My System (Main Vocals - Harry)

505 (Main Vocals - Eva)

Bad Reputation (Main Vocals - Eva)

She (Main Vocals - Harry)

~ ~ ~

Eva Turner

A lit cigarette was weaved between my fingertips that worked on the delicate strings of the red, electric guitar placed in my lap.

I run a hand through my black hair, slicking it it back and out my face. Revealing my blonde roots where it needed re-dyed. I take a drag from the intoxicating stick of nicotine, letting the smoke rest on my tongue for a moment before exhaling through my nostrils.

My ears perk up when I hear a door being open, lifting my head up to meet the green eyes of my boyfriend. Walking over, he takes the cigarette from my hand and places it to his lips as he takes a long drag, leaning his head back and exhaling the smoke above him.

“Hey! I was smoking that!” I interject, throwing my hands up in defeat.

"It's bad for you, angel." He says, taking another drag of the cigarette.

“So why do you do it then?” I smirk.

"Cause I'm an idiot." He says before blowing the smoke in my face.

“Yeah, you are.” I mutter and waft the smoke away and go back to my electric guitar. Playing a small riff to test it.

He chuckles and walks over, sitting down on the couch, his knees right behind my head.

“Play me a song then.”

I pause for a moment before playing a small riff to one of our songs. He watches in awe as my fingers move along the frets. I finish the final strum and turn to smirk up at him.

“That was so hot Angel.”

I continue to smirk and put the guitar down, standing up and walking over to him. He smirks up at me as he pulls me down, making me sit on his lap. I turn to one side and grab the cigarette from out his hand, taking one last drag before stubbing it out on an ash tray in front of us on the coffee table. He places a light kiss to my neck as I do so.

Placing a hand on my thigh the other boys finally walk into the room. Liam twirling his drumsticks around in his hand and Louis and Niall with their guitars strapped over their shoulders.

Harry look towards them, giving them a small smile. Then turns back to me.

“You ready to rock?"

“You bet your ass baby.” I smirk.

He kisses my neck one more time before patting my thigh.

“Come on, angel. Let's get this show over with."

I gently placing my lips on his before getting off his lap and grabbing my guitar, the Red electric one decorated with different stickers from all over the world. I throw the strap over my shoulder and head out onto the stage behind the curtain.

The boys take their positions behind their equipment as Harry heads to my mic stand behind the stage curtain. I look out at the crowd as I hear the boys start up, ready and waiting for my cue. Before I know it, the lights dim, the curtain comes up and we begin playing Kiwi.

All throughout the show I focus on the frets of the instrument beneath my hands. My ringed fingers delicately running over every string as I play every chord. Every so often my eyes meeting the crowd in front of me or Liam on drums.

I lose myself in the music.

Looking over at Harry I notice his eyes closed and lips slightly parted as he runs my fingers across the cold metal of the microphone stand. God he’s so hot.

The song ends and with Harry playing the final riff, me, Niall and Louis can set up for the next song. Harrys voice runs through the speakers.

“That was Kiwi and we’re Duplicity!”

~ ~ ~

The set ends and we finish the final song and head off the stage. As soon as we're backstage, my hand is grabbed and I’m pulled into a dressing room, the door locking behind us as Harry locks his lips on mine.

I’m taken by surprise but kiss back hastily, wrapping my arms around his neck. He continues to kiss me, gently pinning me against the wall beside the door. I smirk at his eagerness as I move my hands to grip his hair at the back of his head. His hands moving to my waist almost in unison. I move my hands down his chest and to his belt loop, tugging at the metal of the clasp of his belt.

“Someone's eager." He mutters into my lips, chuckling lightly. I roll my eyes at his antics.

“Someone has to finish what you started.”

"You're so goddamn bossy all the time."

“Well maybe you should fuck it out of me.” I smirk teasingly, slipping his belt out of the loops and throwing it to the floor. Making him laugh.

"With pleasure, angel." He says as he pulls me into the bathroom and pushes up onto the counter.

“I see we’ve moved.” I laugh teasingly.

“Why? Was the dressing room to open for your liking? Scared someone could walk in and find us?” I smirk, raising my eyebrows knowingly at him.

“When did you become such a cheeky brat?” He takes a step closer, gripping the back of my hair and fisting it, forcing me to look up at him. A smirk starts to form over his face. I gasp as he grips my hair. I tilt my head to side, knowing he has complete control over me. I smirk knowingly.

“Get on your knees now, angel."

I oblige, nodding and bending down, getting onto my hands and knees.

"Good girl." He says in a low tone as he runs his hand through my hair, tugging on it every so often to keep me in place. A shiver runs down my spine as he tugs at my hair.

"What now, angel?"

I breathe heavily and nod my head in silent agreement. Harry is the only man I’d ever be submissive too.

He pulls at my hair again.

“I'll let you have control again when you can handle it. Understood?”

I nod, letting him know I understood him. I lift my eyes up, looking into his green.

“How do you want to do this, angel?"

“I-I don’t care.” I breathe out shakily.

"Are you sure?" He asks as he tightens the grip on my hair, looking into my eyes, watching them carefully.

“Yes…”

"Say please, baby." He says with a smirk as he tugs at my hair once again, his hands moving to zip his fly down.

“Pl-please…” I splutter.

"Please what, baby?" He asks roughly, pulling my hair again. I shake my head.

“Plea-please…”

"Say it, angel?"

“Please-…daddy.” I breathe out.

Something inside him snaps when he hears me call him that.

“Good girl." He whispers seductively as my blue eyes meet green.

“Since you asked so nicely." He pauses and lets go of my hair, standing me back up and lifting me up onto the counter next to the sink. He kisses me hungrily and moves his hands to pull at the hem of my shirt instead. I lift my arms up, knowing the routine he pulls so well by now.

"And you're always just so ready, angel." He comments as he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it aside, leaving me sat on the counter in front of him in the backstage bathroom in just bra and red leather skirt from the concert, a couple small tattoos inked on my collarbone and ribs now visible.

He grips my red leather skirt in one hand and the hem of my bra in the other, gently tugging on both of them at the same time.

"These need to come off."

“You’d like that wouldn’t you.” I tease. His hands go to my hips, grabbing the soft skin beneath his fingers.

“So needy." He then grabs the red leather and begins to slide it off me, leaving me only in my black lace bra and underwear. He paused and looks at the time on his watch.

“We have to be back on the bus to the hotel in ten minutes so this needs to be quick." He then goes back to kissing my neck.

“The guys are still out in the dressing room so you need to be quiet for me, can you do that?"

I nod in understanding and bite my lip to try and keep me quiet.

I gently place my hands on your hips and look into your eyes.

“Tell me if it gets too much or too fast alright?"

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My head rolls back and hits the mirror as it all comes to end, my knuckles turning white as I grip the sink either side of me.

He finishes not long after me, he pulls myself out and leans forward to kiss my lips, both of our breaths coming out heavy as we try to catch them. I kiss him back with a mix of salty tears and saliva.

“Maliki’s going to kill us if we’re late for the heist.” I whisper as we pull back. He smiles at that comment.

“How long do we have?"

I reach for his wrist and check the time on his watch.

“Two minutes.”

"Shit."

I scramble painfully off the dirty bathroom counter and quickly try to throw my clothes back on, my makeup and eyeliner smudged as I look in the mirror, trying to make myself look more presentable. We both stumble out of the bathroom back into the dressing room and see the other three waiting for us. Louis, Liam and Niall look confused and irritated at the same time. Niall is the first one to speak.

“Where the hell have you two been?"

“Getting ready for the heist, c’mon boys Maliki had given us a job to do.” I smirk and walk over towards the door.

“Well you were taking a bloody while." Niall says as he follows me with a raised eyebrow. I lift my hand up to dismiss him as we head out the venue towards the black SUV’s.

"We're going to the warehouse right?” Liam asks, trying to get the conversation going as we walk to the vehicles waiting for us. We all hop into one of them while a man drives off towards a desolate desert.

"Do we have all the supplies?" Niall asks as the SUV begins to make its way through the night. I smirk and lift up my red leather skirt to reveal a small pocket knife strapped to a garter on my thigh. Along with a handgun.

"Oh good, you've got that with you." Niall says, rolling his eyes as he looks down and sees the weaponry.

“Let me guess, you've got more than that?"

I dig into a duffle bag beside me and pull out four guns, handing one to each of them.

“Tuck them into the waistband of your pants.” I instruct.

With skeptical looks they each quickly take the guns and do as I’ve instructed, putting them into the waistband of their pants, making sure that they're concealed and hidden.

“Don’t worry.” I say noticing the look on their faces.

“They’re only for protection.”

As the SUV pulls up at the warehouse all five of us lift our black hoods over our heads and pull up our bandanas to cover our faces.

"Let's do this." Niall says as the SUV comes to a stop outside a large warehouse with broken windows and a graffiti-covered wall outside of it. The area is completely empty. We exit the vehicle and quietly gather near where we are supposed to enter.

“What are we looking for again?” I hiss a whisper.

"Maliki said 10 mill, I believe? And a necklace?” Liam says quietly and then glances at the watch on his wrist.

“We have ten minutes to get in and out."

“Security line very entrance and exit.” I mutter in thought.

“Aright boys, let’s get Maliki his money.”

Niall gestures to the door before nodding at the other guys.

“Let's just get in and out" He says under his breath as the five of us make our way to the entrance of the warehouse, all on high alert for any guards. Liam pushes the door open quietly and we carefully walk inside.

We sneak through each corridor and looming in through small glass windows in every door.

“Does anyone know exactly where we’re supposed to be going?”

"Not a bloody clue." Niall says quietly as we continue moving through corridors inside the warehouse.

"We don't have much time, we need to find the money." Liam says as he goes to push through a door, only stopping himself when he hears voices on the other side of it.

We all freeze. Waiting for the voices to pass. I look around where we were crouched down. I notice a door without a window.

“Hey, didn’t Maliki say something about a plain door? No window?” I whisper to Harry who was closest to me.

He glances over my shoulder to the door that I was talking about, nodding his head slowly when he sees it.

“I think that must be it."

I whistle quietly to get the others attention. Once I have their attention I nod my head over towards the door. Everyone takes notice and glances over at the door I’m pointing to. Liam nods at me and gestures for me to go ahead and open the door. I army crawl out of our hiding spot and reach the door, sitting up onto my knees and trying the handle. Bloody locked.

Liam glances at the watch on his wrist and sighs.

“The last thing we need is to run out of time."

“Hold on, it’s a keyhole.” I mutter, removing one of the pins from my hair and jamming it in, hoping that when I twist it round it will unlock. The keyhole soon turns open, and with a turn of the handle, the door unlatches and you're able to open the door. I look back at the boys one last time before slowly making my way into the room and shutting the door behind me.

The room is very quiet and eerie, with only the sounds of my footsteps against the cold, concrete floor. In the centre of the room is a small table and on the table is a large, locked chest. Seems to be what we were looking for.

It had a passcode for the lock. I know that the code for it will be in one of the file cabinets. There were hundreds and we were on a time crunch.

“Fuck you Maliki.” I mutter to myself, laughing lightly as I begin searching through the file cabinets. He just had to make this difficult.

I walk to the file cabinet but as I look through it, I hear a voice from the other side of the door.

“Someone's in here!”

I panic and reach for my gun, scanning around the empty room for sight of anyone. I hear footsteps approaching slowly, then a beam of light starts to flood through the dark room, as the large metal door to the room clicks open. Two guards enter the room, weapons drawn and pointed in my direction. They are both large, burly men who look like they could overpower a grown adult quite easily. Shit.

I drop my gun, putting it back in my pocket and remove my hood and bandana, raising my hands above me showing them I’m not dangerous. Probably a stupid idea but I have a pathological need for risk.

One of the guards chuckles when he sees me drop my gun.

“She's just a girl.” He says to the other, who lets out a pitiful laugh. I grit my teeth at their laughter. How sexist. I think to myself. I could easily snap their necks in half if I wanted too.

“I-I mean no harm…please-I just…my dad runs this place and he asked me for a file but I can’t find it…and-and-“

I lie, faking crying. I’m good at acting like the weak innocent girl because that’s the way everyone’s always treated me.

“Just please…don’t shoot me…” I sniff still playing it on.

The guards all look at each other, unsure of what to make of this situation. One of them steps forward more.

“Your dad? And what's his name?" He asks in suspicion. Oh fuck.

“D-David.” I take a wild guess, it is a pretty common name right? But luckily the guard seems to buy it. Thank god.

“David...David Smith. That your father?"

I nod timidly.

“Yes sir.”

The guard looks at me carefully, not lowering his gun slowly.

“How old are you?"

“19.” Another lie.

The guard nods and lowers his gun fully.

“Okay. Can I see your identification?"

“I-I don’t have any…” I lower my head in fake despair.

“All I have is an old university card but that doesn’t have a name on it.” Man I was good at lying today.

He seems to believe that I don't have any form of ID on me. Rookie mistake in my opinion but I’m not the one that’s trying to stop me from breaking in.

“So your dad made you come here all alone without any ID? Not very responsible of him if he's sending you into a warehouse like this all by yourself. What was it you needed, again?"

“Just a file.”

“Which one.”

“I don’t know-“ I avert my eyes back to the open cabinet beside me without them noticing, I spot the note of the number code for the safe on top and smirk to myself. Bingo.

“I’m just…I’m just gonna leave- I’ll let my father know I couldn’t find the file…” I mutter timidly and walk towards the door.

Neither of the guards think twice about me heading to the door, since I seem like I’m going to leave without even finding what I came here for.

“Sorry to bother you, you seem very nice.” I say in a sweet tone, god I could almost gag.They follow out after me, leading me back up the corridor towards the exit. I spot Harry and the boys out of the corner of my eye, hiding behind a cart and out of sight. I give them a little smirk and wink, letting them know my plan.

Harry seems to notice my little smirk and wink, and his eyes light up as he realises that I know where the file for the safe is. He gives me a small approving nod, a silent message of understanding. The guards bring me back out and towards the door leading out of the warehouse. I begin to walk up the dirt track and into the middle of nowhere, the sun coming up behind the clouds. I pull my head back up to cover my head. I just hope the boys are able to get into the safe.

I continue walking away from the warehouse before finally reaching a desolate location in the desert, with nothing but dust and sand around me. I take a deep breath and turn back to face the warehouse as the sun begins to come up. The silence is deafening, with only the sound of the wind as it blows through, creating a small breeze.

Once I notice the guards had gone back inside I begin to panic knowing it’s only a matter of time before they find the boys in the room. I run back up towards the warehouse and duck, hiding behind one of the cars.

I can hear loud footsteps from inside the buildings hallway, as well as muffled voices of the guards. They had obviously realised that something was off and were heading back towards the room with the safe in it.

“C’mon Harry, c’mon.” I mutter under my breath nervously. Every passing second is a possible second too late. Suddenly, I hear the loud sound of a gunshot come from the warehouse. Followed by the sound of three more gunshots and heavy footsteps and shouting. After a few more moments, the sound of the footsteps and shouting fades away and is replaced by silence. The silence is only for half a second before the large metal doors are flung open and out run Harry, Niall, Louis and Liam, closely followed by about a dozen security. I can’t help but smile.

The remaining guards try to shoot at the four of them, I hear Harry shout towards me, barely able to be heard over the sounds of the gunshots.

“Drive!"

I pull out my own gun, dipping out of my hiding spot for just a second to shoot a guard that was right on their tail. They run closer to the SUV and I jump into the drivers seat, desperately trying to start the vehicle. As they jump inside, the guards keep approaching the vehicle, firing shots towards us. I start up the engine and try to drive away. More and more guards are approaching our direction now, firing shot after shot, coming closer towards the vehicle.

A car pulls right up beside us.

“Duck!” I yell at the boys before a bullet comes flying through the window, shattering it. They all duck down as the bullets narrowly miss them, and before the guards manage to reload and shoot again. I start speeding away away from the warehouse and away from all the guards, taking them on a chase as I try to lose them.

I keep one hand gripped on the steering wheel before aiming my gun out of the now broken window of the SUV and shooting it right through the officers window, straight to his temple. I watch as the driver falls slump at the wheel from my shot and the car steers off track into a massive barrel of gasoline. Instantly blowing up. I can’t help but laugh maniacally as I speed off down the desert, losing sight of the warehouse and the cops. Soon enough, the dust and sand kicks up from my speed, clouding their vision, and making it hard to follow us.

After a few moments of driving in silence, I turn back to the others.

“Did you get everything?”

Harry nods his head as he looks back at you.

“Yeah. We got the money and the file from the safe. I just hope we got it all."

I laugh again, we were all high on an adrenaline rush that’s for sure.

Harry also begins to laugh. After a while all five of us are laughing like idiots as we drive into the early morning.

“God, we're actually insane." Harry says with a chuckle.

“That’s the thrill of it baby!” I shout over the wind. Harry grins at me and grabs my hand, holding it tightly in between his fingers as he looks over and listens to the sounds of the engine on the dirt track. I smile over at him briefly before Turing back to the road.

“I say we have a celebratory party! Huh Niall?”

“Fuck yeah!”

THE END

#fanfiction #duplicity #mafia #mafia au #harry styles #one shot #original character #short story #one direction #niall horan #liam payne #louis tomlinson #twisted tales

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honey-worm · 6 days ago

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A fanfiction I wrote about 10 years ago. You can find it on Wattpad here https://www.wattpad.com/story/51392437-all-my-love🫶🏻 More chapters will be published soon! Tell your Harry friends about it!

**Please be aware that this story is RATED-R. Viewer discretion advised. It is full of ups and downs. A rollercoaster full of vulgar language, alcohol, sex, passion, kindness, confusion, pain, anger…but most importantly, love. I would like to warn you that it is a toxic relationship where love overpowers all. I do not advise that you romanticize toxic relationships in real life. This is strictly for entertainment purposes only. It has been a way to escape from the real world for me and to use my creativity. I want to proclaim that Harry is only used for his name, birthdate, and “frat boy era” appearance. This character is not based off Harry's real life personality and stardom. This character does not affiliate with the real Harry Styles.**

Rebecca Bowman is the soft and sweet type of girl. Her world is turned upside down as she finds herself in a sticky situation with one of her best friends, Harry Styles. She never would have thought she’d end up being friends with benefits with someone. That’s not how she values love… Only something in her changed as she decided it was time to move out and live with her best friend, Stella Paxton. Over the next year, she found herself mesmerized by Harry and his unusual, mysterious ways. He’s charming but arrogant. Sweet but angry. Cold but hot… All the traits her mother always warned her about as she was growing up. “Stay clear of the misunderstood and unemotionally available men, they’ll only cause you pain.” Angie would say. Rebecca knew she was in deep for a rude awakening once she made up that irresponsible label with one of her best friends.

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Viewer Discretion Advised For Mature Audiences Only 18+

Chapter Word Count: 2.7k Chapter Includes: Sex

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CHAPTER 72

| Flashback |

It's been three. Three months since driving to Harry's and telling him to give me experience. Little did I know that we'd end up doing something at least once a week, and if we're lucky, twice. At first it was a little strange doing all these sexual activities with him but the more we did it, the more I've grown really comfortable.

It's actually surprising how long we've kept it a secret from everyone. I'd like to brag about how well we keep it on the down low while sneaking around. Not even Stella has a clue and she's usually the first one on top of everything.

"I totally just whipped your ass in Mario-Kart once again!" Harry shoves it in my face as his character, Bowser, crosses the finish line in first place. For the sixth time I should add. I roll my eyes and frown when baby Peach comes in tenth.

"It's hard using the steering wheel." I huff, setting the white controller wheel on his coffee table. When I cross my legs on the couch, pushing my hair back, Harry turns off the game to switch on regular television.

Taking me off guard, Harry's hand lands on the inside of my thigh, slowly running his fingertips up and down. My skin rises, my stomach tenses, and the lump in my throat makes it hard to breathe from the sudden mood change. Our eyes stayed glued to the television, ignoring the fact that Michael could walk out of his room any second now.

Harry's fingers start dancing their way over to the front of my shorts, slowing down the pace they're going at. The feeling of his fingers messing with me, rubbing the outside of my clothes, are sending chills all over my body. I gulp when he puts more pressure, causing me to glance over at him who is glued to the TV screen in a smirk.

Just as I begin to shut off my mind, Harry's hand gets ripped off of me, clearing his throat the same time he repositions on the couch next to me. I look at him confused, wondering why he stopped but Harry's eyes gesture over. I look to where he pointed to and sure enough, Michael is walking over with his eyes on his phone.

"What are we watching?" Michael finally looks at the screen and then over at us, plopping down next to me. I look over at Harry, who then looks over at me with an annoyed look on his face over the fact that he just got interrupted. I exhale and sink more into the couch, crossing my arms while I keep my eyes on the TV screen.

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I walk out of guest bathroom that sits across the hall from Harry's bedroom, taking my time to get back in the living room. I'll be back with an annoyed, sexually frustrated Harry and a clueless Michael that still hasn't left to go hangout with someone. I remember he mentioned who that someone was but I was too distracted from the secret touch of Harry's pinky on the side of my leg to listen.

I do admit that I've been teasing Harry, which is probably why he's so grumpy about the fact that Michael's still in the room with us.

Whenever he was in the kitchen making a snack, I purposely got up to get a drink just so I could try to reach for a cup on the top shelf, giving him a good view of my body. Not to mention, me bending over as I looked in the fridge to get out the apple juice, knowing his eyes were glued to my butt. It only made me giggle when I'd look back at him. A tense jaw with a hard inhale before looking away to finish the preparation.

I look down at my nails, that are depressing from how much of the blue polish has chipped off. Without paying attention as I'm walking, I run into what feels like a brick wall. When my eyes meet what's in front of me, I see Harry smiling down at me.

"Watch where you're going, yeah?" He asks in a laugh and I squint, shoving at his shoulder only to look behind him for a second. I push him up against the wall, surprising Harry which helps my confidence. He breathes hard, deepening his eyes into mine as he stares down at me. He sucks in his lips with a raise of his chest the same time my small hands creep their way underneath the front of his shirt. My fingertips slowly glaze along top of his skin causing goosebumps to rise. When I palm his chest, I take notice how warm he is. No matter how cold it is inside or outside, his body holds heat better than anyone I know. I get up on my tip toes, hovering my lips over Harry's who licks his, yearning for me.

"Alright guys, I'll see you later!" Michael yells from the front door, interrupting my move to plant my lips against Harry's.

"Okay." Harry raises his voice loud enough as his eyes continue to burn holes in my mine. We wait for the door to shut and without a second to spare, Harry rips his shirt off and cups my face. Our lips connect, sparking the mood and I feel my back hit the wall the same time Harry pushes his body up against mine. My hands travel up and down his back, feeling his lips line my jaw before moving down to my neck.

"Harry." I pant out when he reaches my favorite spot. He hums against it in question and I swallow all my nerves down before running my fingers through the hair on the back of his head. "I'm r-ready." I manage to say and Harry quickly stands up straight.

"Ready?" Harry asks and I nod, biting my lip. "Like... To have sex?" Harry's emeralds are glistening from the pleasure of being turned on and I blink mine a couple time before stuttering a nod. "You need to speak Becca, nodding isn't good enough for me." Harry tells me with demand behind his voice and I part my lips. I know that, I just can't get myself to speak over the jittery feeling I'm going through.

The couple times I've told him I was ready, I backed out just as he was going to enter. I felt so bad each time I did. I thought I was ready like really really ready but the closer he got to entering, the more I became terrified. I think I'm more scared of how it's going to feel than anything. I've heard it hurts like hell or that it doesn't or that it only hurts for a second. My pain tolerance isn't very high but I need to get it over with. I'm bored of just his tongue and fingers.

"Yes." I say in a whisper and he deepens the intensity with the stare. If we continue to stand here and gaze at each other, I know for sure I'll tell him to forget about it. I can't keep waiting.

"You have to be absolutely sure this time Becca. I-I'm not rushing you or trying to pressure you into it but this happened a couple times before and you ended up backing out." Harry tells me and I take a deep breath.

"I know, I know. But I'm sure, for real this time. I want to." I speak with confidence and holding our eyes in a lock. "Please?" I add and he licks his bottom lip trying to hide a smirk but it appears. Harry doesn't say a word, he only scans my face before staring at my lips, planting his on mine seconds later. His tongue pries it's way into my mouth, battling against my own as he picks me up by my thighs to walk us to his room.

As I'm laying down on Harry's bed, with him hovering me, I can't help but promise myself that I won't let this get to me. The way you see it in movies or in books. 'You'll be attached to the person you have sex with.' It's just sex. Everyone has casual sex. I won't fall in love. I can't. I won't. We agreed there'd be no strings attached. Just like he has said, shut off the mind, let the body take control. I'm capable of that.

Harry lifts my shirt off above my head, tossing it on the floor. I watch as his eyes eat up my chest while he unbuttons his jeans with a tense jaw. I do him the favor of sitting up and unhooking the back of my bra. The straps fall down my shoulders before I let it finally fall all together.

No turning back, my subconscious reminds me.

My cheeks become a sudden shade of red because of the parted lips I'm getting from Harry. He's only seen my breasts once before and it was an accident. I stepped into my room after a shower and sure enough, Harry was sitting on my bed. I wasn't even expecting him and I definitely wasn't expecting to drop my towel from the startle.

"Stop being so shy. You're fucking hot." Harry tells me in a husky voice above my lips and I swallow hard as I start laying back again. He follows, skipping the lip to lip action and immediately leaving soft pecks all over my neck.

Goosebumps rise and I let out a moan before my mind can keep up from the sensation of being underneath him.

No strings attached.

His touch is magical. Magnificent even. I always have to remind myself that this isn't a dream and that his touch is actually happening in real life. Out of nowhere his left hand grabs ahold of one of my breasts, gently massaging the same time he sucks at my neck. It sends a shot of electricity through my body and another quick moan falls off my lips.

I honestly didn't think it'd feel as good as it does by but here I am again being proven wrong. Harry's mouth leaves my mouth and starts with sloppy kisses all over my chest, kissing the top of the breast he just massaged. His lips move to my other, kissing around my nipple slowly while his left hand slides down my stomach. I start to arch my back from the bed because of the new feeling of breast play but his hand pushes me back down.

Just as I thought nothing could beat this new sensation, his mouth wraps itself around my nipple, causing me to look down at him. Holy crap. My heart is racing already.

Harry's eyes make their way up to mine and smirks against my breast, noticing my pleasurable reaction. It only encourages him. His tongue swipes across the top of my nipple while being in his mouth. My head falls back into the pillow, letting the feeling take over and I feel like my breathing is all over the place.

Not expecting it, Harry's hand is in my pants, working it's way in my panties and I shutter from the chill of his rings that never seem to leave his fore and middle finger. Harry's lips begin to plant salt and pepper kisses around the breast as his fingers make it my clit, moving in small circles. My jaw falls open and my eyes close just as his fingers move down my folds, teasing my entrance. No strings attached. I push my subconscious to the back of my mind. I thought I had already blocked her out.

"You respond to me so well. You're already so wet." Harry speaks low and my insides stir from the way his voice is raspy over each word. Harry gets up on his knees, fumbling my shorts, keeping his eyes on his hands. My eyes stay glued to his hands, growing anxious for what's going to happen any second now.

My shorts are ripped off along with my red panties, tossed with my other articles of clothing. Harry licks his lips, staring down at my area as he spreads my legs apart. As much as I'd like to be shy in this moment, the look in Harry's eyes is too appealing to start now. He gets off the bed and walks over to the nightstand and opens up the top drawer, picking up a box of condoms. My eyes stay on him while he takes one out and tosses it back into the drawer. "Open this." Harry hands the condom wrapper to me and takes his pants off, watching me do as I'm told. I hear Harry spit and look over at him, now stroking himself before getting back on the bed. No turning back. I gulp as he again spreads my legs and he takes the lubricated latex away from me. "I'm going to ask you one more time before I put this on, are you sure you're ready?" Harry asks, locking our eyes and I nod staring at his now red lips. "Use your words."

"Yes I'm sure." I squeak out and he nods once before rolling the condom down on himself.

"No strings attached." Harry then says, taking me off guard.

"No strings attached." I mock him with a smug look and he smirks.

Suddenly my nerves are through the roof, my body is on fire, and my breathing is skipping rhythm. My eyes are stuck staring up at the ceiling and the thoughts rush through my mind, wondering if this is a bad idea or not. I want this. I know I do but why do I have to be so scared? I trust Harry more than most guys, let alone people, but this is about to happen. My virginity is about to be taken from one of my best friends.

"Becca, look at me." I hear Harry's voice and my eyes shoot to his. He notices my nerves and leans forward, hovering over me to give me a few kisses to calm them down. His lips drag down my chest and stomach before going back to sit up on his knees. "Relax." Harry whispers, running both of his hands slowly up and down each inner thigh of mine. I close my eyes and inhale holding it for five seconds before exhaling. "Just tell me to stop and I will."

"No." I spit out instantly and a belly laugh escapes Harry.

"There's a possibility it will hurt so please tell me when you need me to stop." He says, his voice low. I nod only to correct the nod with a vocal okay. "I promise you, you'll be okay." Harry licks his lips, spreading my legs a little bit more before positioning himself in front of me. I feel the half cold half warm latex rub against me, warning me that any second he'll be entering. I don't even know if I'm really breathing right now. I'm so anxious, scared, but honestly really excited all at once. My emotions are flying, giving me no time to know which one I'm actually feeling.

I try to take a deep breath as Harry begins to slide himself in but a sharp gasp falls out the farther he enters. This is happening. This is really happening, he's inside me. The pain of the foreign size causes tears to prick my eyes and I squeeze them shut before gripping the sheets to help relieve my tension.

"Am I hurting you?" Harry asks with concern and I shake my head as I bite down on my tongue at the uncomfortable pressure. Harry moves at a slow pace, making sure I'm not completely overwhelmed from this whole new thing we're doing. I'm thankful he isn't being harsh about it. I've heard way too many times by old friends and Stella that most guys just go for it, not even making sure they're enjoying it. So being the one in bed with Harry is relief in itself.

A million thoughts are running through my head but not one can I process. Harry's being so gentle, almost so loving from the way he's handling this for me. It has me thinking about his first time. I never asked or care to really know. "I'm going to move a little faster, okay?" Harry's hands touches my cheek. "You're tight from being nervous so I need to get used to you." He informs me, moving his hand to the top of my head and running it over repeatedly in comfort. I gulp and just let my body take over, feeling him pick up the speed.

| End of Flashback |

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thelavendrhaze · 1 year ago

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fic: hope your life leads you back to my door

author: wildestdreams

rating: explicit

word count: 56.7k

“What’s the matter?” Louis asked quickly, eyes wide in alarm.

“I’ve never done this before. I’ve never gone anywhere alone like this,” Harry whispered, his voice shaky.

Louis didn’t look surprised, but there was something really fiery about him as he spoke again. “Then come now,” he insisted with a grin. “Just trust me. Get on this train with me and I promise you’ll have so much fun.”

Louis Tomlinson wasn’t ever someone Harry thought he’d trust or look to with such open admiration for having the spirit to do things like this, but suddenly, he did. He trusted him and he wanted this. He was going to do it.

Harry Styles set out to be a doctor; a steady career and a good living is all a young person could ask for. What he hadn't set out to do was to spend his summer holiday on a trekking trip in Spain with a group of people he barely knew. And he certainly didn’t plan on having his heart stolen by Louis Tomlinson, class clown and secret crush, in such a way that he feared he might never find it again.

ft. cheesy chat-up lines, a big desi wedding, falling in love, and growing up.

based on the bollywood film yeh jawaani hai deewani

fic page / wattpad / twitter

#larry #lourry #stylinson #fanfic #fanfiction #one direction #one direction fanfic #exes to lovers au #larry fanfic #my works #yjhdau #friends to lovers au #slow burn #coming of age #fluff #smut #angst

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arudoe · 11 months ago

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talk about bruise anything you want, i wanna hear

YAAAY MORE BRUISE

i alr talked about some hcs so ill chat a bit about some aus i have heehee!

- idol jay au !

i feel like this one is prolly the most well known (only because its the only one ive ever drawn for….) but basically jay is an idol/musician and cole is his nr1 fan! it was very inspired by prime empire and also those like harry styles x reader wattpad fics from back in the day… yeah…

all ive got for the story so far is that cole went to a fansign event and while getting his magazine signed jay also sneaks his personal phone number on one of the pages (something along tbe lines of xxx-xxx-xxx text me o_<) and… yeah things move on from there 🙏🙏

- mad scientist jay and his creature cole

OKAYY this might be one of my weirder ones but i think about it a lot 😭😭

anyways jay is a disabled basement dweller college dropout scientist guy and one day he kind of feels some paranormal presence in his lab and conducts a bunch of tests and comes to tbe conclusion there is a ghost floating around in his lab. so like the normal person he is he tries to communicate with it but only gets a bunch of weird cryptid messages that dont make sense… so he comes to bright idea of “hey! i should make this ghost a vessel they can possess!” so he makes a body frankenstein style and low and behold his plan worked!

cole, a ghost from the 80s who possessed the body is now chilling in jays lab with him, but like most people who have been dead for over 40 years he is very curious about the outside world and what has changed.

but jay for some reason is very adamant about him not going outside at all, which causes some tension between the two..

(the reason is jay has abandoned issues) (also cole is kind of a freak of nature) (affectionately)

I LIKE THIS AU A LOT cus its so stupid honestly and i love me some ghost cole also like im still mad about how ninjago decided to completely discard jays love for inventing… let the man make his little trinkets…

- wizard school au

basically what it sounds like… they are wizards.. at a wizard school… and do magic…

yes this was partly inspired by h*rry p*tter BUT ONLY THE VIBES (i barely remember the movies)

BUT UM this is like a whole universe thing and theres so so much lore and world building so… if u want a separate post about it… lmk

- roommates au!

this is my most recent one (and the one i think about the most) but um yeah pretty self explanatory it was based off this jdrama/manga called good morning call so uhhh ya!

basically cole and jay were enemies throughout highschool and basically spend all their energy hating each other but they to their separate ways during college but reunite (unwillingly) as roommates!

they navigate living with each other and learn to let go of their hate (which stemmed from a mixture of misunderstandings and insecurities) and then eventually fall in love!!

i think this is the au i have the most work done on (i have a draft for every major scene that happens in the story heehee) and perhaps! one day i will actually make it a real thing !

so um yeah! i have a bunch more but most of them are very unfinished or just… vague ideas or vibes i go by… i also have some aus that arent bruise so um if anyone wants to hear about those… smiles

BUTTT TYSM FOR UR QUESTION i dont rly say this a lot but any interaction i get with my content means the world to me and i always giggle and kick my feet when reading reblog comments bc everyone is so nice 🥹🥹

#ardosyapping #bruiseshipping

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sleepyhollands · 4 months ago

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hi my loves. as many of you know, i’ve been sleepyhollands on tumblr since 2020. since then, i’ve written fanfiction about tom holland and co., peter parker, and harry styles. most recently (and i say this loosely because this was a year ago) i posted a demon!harry blurb that received a lot of attention, and i announced it would become a mini-series. however, after much deliberation, i’ve decided against moving forward with writing on tumblr altogether.

i didn’t come to this decision lightly, because i feel like i have so much left to create, and the fanfiction community i run in has been so lovely and supportive of me over the years. i also feel guilt over letting go of a project i promised to complete. but at the end of the day, i know this is the right choice for me.

there’s a few reasons. for starters, i feel as though my life is really fast-paced at the moment (and for the foreseeable future), and i don’t quite have time to write in day to day life. for a couple years now, every time i’ve sat down to start writing, it’s felt like a chore. for the demon!harry mini-series, i wrote (i kid you not) at least 20 drafts of the first chapter, which is why i kept promising the release “soon,” but it never came. it felt so forced each time i read it back, and once i realized i had fallen out of love with writing, i knew i would never end up finishing the series. so i figured it would be best to not start it at all for the sake of saving everyone from a story they would never know the end of.

additionally, i’ve lost interest in the people i’ve written about. that’s not to say i don’t love them as people/characters and won’t continue to support them in their careers, i just don’t feel motivated to create or consume content about them anymore. again, it feels more like something i have to do rather than something i want to do, and that’s no fun for anyone.

finally, and i truly hate to say this… i’ve honestly come to dislike what reading and writing fanfiction has come to. now, i’d like to make it very clear that i am not attacking any creators either on tumblr, wattpad, or ao3. i love all my mutuals and the writers i consume content from. that being said, this new culture of “social media alternate universes,” “text message alternate universes,” and my least favorite: capitalizing on fanfiction through patreon or other related sites has just made me less and less inclined to engage in the fanfiction community.

our generation is so phone/social media-oriented that it’s made its way into the content i’d prefer to just read. and if that’s your cup of tea, that’s totally fine! consume whatever content you enjoy, seriously. but i don’t get fulfillment from reading make-believe text threads or instagram posts, and i’m noticing it more and more, to the point where blocking tags such as “#smau” just isn’t cutting it anymore.

and the patreon thing…. listen, i get that we live in a world where people are just trying to make money in any way they can. i’m not judging in the slightest. it’s hard out here, i understand. that being said, the beauty and allure of fanfiction to me is that it’s free— it’s pure and accessible to everyone. and i’ve found that i’m simply not willing to spend money on a non-essential product i used to be able to consume free of cost. i mean that in the least petty way possible, truly. i’m not calling it immoral, or a scam, or unfair for creators to earn money for their work. i just miss when everything around me wasn’t subscription based, and now that even fanfiction can cost money, i’ve developed a bit of an aversion to it.

(as a quick, unrelated side note, i’d like to mention that the fanfiction circles i’m in are all hyper-fixating on tropes i’m really not into, such as heavy bdsm-centered content, major age gaps, dad’s best friend, best friend’s dad, etc., and this is making it hard to continue engaging with them and their content. while i will always love and support the writers on this site, i want to avoid coming across this content entirely.)

all of this to say, i’m not sure if i’ll keep this account. i’m not planning on leaving tumblr, but i’m heavily debating deleting this account and creating a new one for a fresh start. that, or i’ll leave this up and move to a new account. i’m not sure yet. in any case, i’ll try to make sure there’s a place you can go to access my writing if you choose to come back for a re-read.

i want to thank everyone for being so kind to me over the years, and i’m sorry if i’ve disappointed anyone with this information. i’ll be tagging people from my taglist, and those who mentioned they wanted to be tagged in the demon!harry mini-series below. much love. 🤍

@callsign-scully @lnmp89 @keepdrivingkisses @tenaciousperfectionunknown @landosangel @tom-hlover @voguesir @iadoresleep @lmaotshollandd @starkscosmos @st-ev-ie @axelinchen @pleasinghellfire @kimmi-kat @mopeymousey @coolhotsexygemini10 @harrys-cherrry @vamprry @sunflowervol18 @lillefroe @samanddeaninatrenchcoat @bbontenswhhore

#this is not to say i will NEVER return to writing #but not on this blog and not for these people #thanks for understanding 🤍#kisses

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youcouldstartacult · 8 months ago

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i think what makes me laugh so much about movies that are obviously based on harry styles fan fiction is that they never change the name enough. like in after his name is harden scott and in this new one with anne hathway and the twink from gay president movie it’s hayden campbell like 😭 if ur gonna adapt a wattpad story just commit and name him harry at that point!

#also anne hathway do you remember you have an oscar

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gorkloum · 1 year ago

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I was talking to my mother about fanfiction and I feel a little uncomfortable. The conversation started with Harry Styles as an artist, and then I told her about a fanfiction that a fan of his wrote she uploaded to Wattpad and then published as a (shitty) book. "After" if you have heard. She's like: "didn't the singer take legal action?" "no, since they changed his name in the story," I replied. "So fanfictions are situations you make up in your head with various singers?" she asked. "not necessarily. You can take ideas from a movie or series you liked and make your own story" "that must be a huge understatement for someone. They could be told: “Don't you have any ideas of your own?” Is it really necessary to write something someone else has wrote?” and something like that" Little did she know her own child writes and even uploads these stories online 😅Really, I feel kind of embarrassed, although we didn't talk about me. Lol I'm sure you don't care...

I care 😈

Sorry, I never hear neither about "After", nor about Harry Styles himself. But I will try to write some kind of supportive message.

No wonder that words of your mother become something like personal judging from the closest person for you, don't blame yourself (if you do this). It's not strange, since the mother figure is very important for every human being.

But our parents, especially who does not write or doesn't have similar creative hobby, may have very simplistic view on it, full of stereotypes. For example, one of mine oldest relatives was sure that The Artist(tm) must draw strictly from imagination without any references or similar stuff. Sometimes, even if they have experienced more with your hobby, they can say things which is not correlate with your opinion. And that's okay!

Creating art inspired by something else is not wrong, I mean, you can go to any art museum and try to count every artist who did not create anything based on the Bible, or open the list of masterpieces of world literature and try to find anything without the ideas from the world and surroundings of the writer or their contemporaries. The border between "own" and "another's" sometimes is extremely thin. Can the idea being called "own" if an artist illustrated an event which was in their life? Ugh, this is another topic 😪

Just remember Dante Alighieri and "Divine Comedy" (poor guy, probably he is remembered every day on this site), create things and follow your heart (within the laws of your country hehehe) ❤️ May the fact of a keyboard/a pen with notebook within your grasp become someone else's problem 😈

#thank you for your question!

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beesspacedotorg · 5 months ago

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Why do you sexualise skz?

hello anon thank you for asking. there are a lot of things I can say to this, but I'm going to assume you're asking a genuine question and not sending anon hate.

the answer is that people have been doing this for a LONG time. as long as there's been celebrities there's been fanfiction of them, they've been sexualized. Sex sells, people want to imagine themselves with people they can never have, and in isolated places on the Internet like this, there's really no harm.

some of the first ever fanfiction was RPF (real person fiction), I think it was with hockey players.

if you're asking me about the morality of it, the reasoning I have for that is just that I see them as people. there's a case to be made that sexualizing celebrities flows through to real life people getting hurt, and that's true. the difference though, is that I do not see skz as just sex objects. they are real people with real thoughts and feelings and emotions and they deserve to be treated as such. I wouldn't do this with someone like Marilyn Monroe because she spent her whole career being JUST a sex symbol, not a person.

also, several members of skz have hinted that they KNOW how thirsty stays are for them and are chill with it. i.e. chan talking about stays edits on bubble.

if there ever comes a time where skz makes it known that they ARENT comfortable with this (like how Markiplier asked fans to stop writing fanfiction about him and his friends and they stopped, like Dan and Phil had the same thing happen to them), I'll stop. I might even go so far as to delete my blog.

if there ever comes a time when people are too busy talking about chan's abs instead of appreciating his producing abilities and vocal skills, I'll stop. however, I don't think it will come to that.

you don't have to agree with me, you don't have to like what I do, that's fine! I get it, but don't waste your energy or time harassing people about it. as someone who's done that because I've had unrestricted Internet access since 12, it doesn't help and it will only hurt you. (not that I'm saying this is harassment or whatever. unless it is. in which case. c'mon man)

also not to get on a soap box, but it's my personal belief that while sexualization of men, especially young boys, especially men of color, is dangerous there's a disproportionate amount of women, especially young girls, especially women of color, who experience it at much higher and much more severe levels which is why I talk about female celebrities being sexualized more. a actress does a sex scene and she's selling herself an actor does the same thing and it was the best performance ever

also, about three different movies have been made based on Harry Styles Wattpad fanfictions. so. there's that.

#bee buzzes #in:box #beenon

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idrils · 6 months ago

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my wife: i read a post about that new anne hathaway romcom that said it's like a wattpad one direction romance

me: wait is it based on the idea of you? the milf who takes her daughter to a 1d concert and starts banging harry styles?

my wife: that's REAL??? I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST TALKING SHIT

#danger thighs #reader as it turns out they were not talking shit

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ichigo-sutaadyy · 1 year ago

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Fan Fiction, or Teen Fiction? ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

☆.tw: none ☆.subject: book preference ☆.date posted: 04/06/2023 ☆.pics credit to owners

I've been in the web novel area for some time now (Wattpad addict est. 2015) and what makes me stay THIS long under the scrutiny of my beloved electronic devices, is because of my desire to keep racking through the catalogue for scrumptious pieces of anime character x reader books.

On a rainy Saturday night, a question suddenly popped into my head; what makes me prefer fan fiction over teen fiction? As I grow older and wiser (not), many would say I should've upgraded my taste in books. And I think I did? Besides web novels, I've also read a bunch of hard-copy books. But before those books, it was actually fan fiction books that helped me grow.

Living in Indonesia as a teenage girl until recently (turning 20 now), Wattpad only had been a hit among teenagers around 2019. Based on my survey, their preferred genre would be teen fiction. I read some of them in my early teenage years, both in English and Bahasa Indonesia. Though, it wasn't for long.

Soon I was drawn into the world of fan fiction, the endlessly creative AU world of Harry Styles and our dearest Y/N. I was (without a filter) introduced to many sub-genres, many writing styles, many vocabularies, and more. The authors were mighty creative with their stories and their writings really affect me until now. A dystopian-themed story of an underworld rebellious community, an ancient kingdom-themed story of y/n as the lost princess, Mafia-themed, Horror, and many else; they succeeded in quenching my thirst for an adventurous and fantastical life--a life that's impossible for me to experience. Tbh those books made me feel like I've literally lived through so many kinds of life. It felt like cheating, but it wasn't (?)

Ultimately, the stories evolved around me and my favourite person. I mean, how could I not refuse? So, my love for fan fiction continues, even as my interest changed.

Now, in my weeb era, a habit of combing through the internet for anime fan fiction that suited my taste starts. One thing that must be noted is that my previous (delusional) escapades with Mr Harry Styles gifted me a sharp eye for excellent quality, tummy-filling, finger-licking-good books that had met under my several conditions. Yes, I've officially developed a type for books.

Within the anime fandom, things got even wilder. Not tied with the laws of reality at all, anime fan fiction is able to fully explore the world beyond our imagination. The internet mostly has fan fiction of everyone; the Uchiha hotties (Madara, Itachi, Shisui, and Obito), Neji Hyuga, Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kenma Kozume, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Sukuna Ryomen, Kibutsuji Muzan--I really can't mention them all because there're so many. Some follow the anime/manga's storyline, while others create a whole new universe. The authors are very unique--especially the ones that are here on Tumblr. They create visuals, themes, and even music playlists for us readers to get into the story even more. Soon Wattpad writers do the same. The stories aren't limited to a character x reader only, some authors provide an OC as the lead character. Also, it's really fun to read through the comments and interact with people that have their interests lined with yours.

Based on my readings on these web novels, fan fiction easily wins over teen fiction, because in fan fiction I feel more involved with the character I love--that I am already familiar with--in a world that had been crafted by the authors. Social interactions with people that are similar to me (hello Toji stan) are also a plus. It's just so fun to simp over a character with others. And, it's refreshing to read a book where your favourite character is out of character. It's like you're seeing a different side of them, one that you cannot see on screen.

Finally, there go my paragraphs of personal opinion about preferences over fan fiction and teen fiction. I hope it can help you readers to realize some things, or maybe just to fill up your free time. In no way am I trying to degrade teen fiction authors, or authors for other genres. My mean for writing this is to share reasons why fan fiction is more of my cup of tea, rather than teen fiction.

That is all from me. Thank you for reading my spontaneous mug of insight, and see you next time!

-Ibi.

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#articles #personal opinion #fanfic #fan fiction #teen fiction #anime fanfic #mini essay #study aesthetic #studyinspo #study space

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