or even bother her

Extra Credit (Part 2)

Here’s part 2, Sorry it took so long! I’m going to try to update more often. Also thanks to everyone that liked and commented on the first part!!! I was kinda nervous posting a teacher AU and you all were amazing. Last thing before I shut up, Thanks to @richietoaster who’s basically the whole reason I’m writing this!!

Part 1

Okay, Enjoy!


As it turned out, Bev was the absolute worst person to go to.

Richie had marched right into her office after his first class, not even bothering to knock and threw himself dramatically on to the small couch in the corner of the room.

Bev, who was all too used to Richie’s antics, barely looked up from her laptop as Richie stormed in and began ranting about one of his students.

Richie finished explaining why this Kaspbrak kid was going to be the death of him and frantically waved a page filled with neat loopy handwriting, in front of her face. She took the page from him and grazed over it, stopping to read the small note at the bottom.

She sighed before reaching up and closing her laptop, turning to fully face him now.

“Is he legal?” Bev asked, her lip turning upwards at the corner at the look Richie was giving her. He had stood from the couch and was gaping open-mouthed at her, his eyebrows raised above the rims of his glasses.

“Bev that is not what I need to be thinking about right now, he is by the way, but I need someone to tell me this is a bad idea not encourage it.” Richie rambled as he paced in front of her desk.

“No, if you wanted someone to tell you that, you would have gone to Stan. But you didn’t. you came to me.” Her head moved as he continued to walk back in forth in front of her, leaning forward to rest her chin on her hand.

“I CAN’T TELL STAN. HE WOULD KILL ME.” Richie yelled throwing his hand in the air for added emphasis.

As much as he hated to admit it, she was completely right. Stan was definitely the metaphorical ‘angel’ of their little group, At least compare to Bev. If he really wanted “responsible” advice he would have gone to him, told him what was going on, listen to the twenty-minute lecture he would get and then do whatever Stan told him to do about the situation. But honestly, he knew deep down that that wasn’t was he wanted.  

“Stan wouldn’t kill you. he’d give you an earful, but he wouldn’t kill you. Besides it’s not like you’re actually planning on doing anything with him.” she finished with a small laugh that quickly died when she saw the way Richie sheepishly look down at the floor.

He stopped pacing and slumped down on the couch again, running his hand over his face.

“I’m a terrible person.” He muttered into his palm. Bev stood from her chair and rounded her desk, lightly sitting next to him and wrapping her arm around his shoulder.

“No, you’re not. Anyways you said he was legal, so I don’t even really see that big of a problem with it. And he’s obviously really into you. I say go for it!” she smiled when he looked over at her.

“Bev you’re not supposed to sleep with students, that’s like, the first thing they tell you.”

“Yeah, but it still happens all the time.”

“But-“

“No, we are not spending our lunch break whining in my office. There’s a change of plans if you just came here to bitch. You’re taking me out for something to eat, let’s go.” Bev stood from the couch and pulled Richie up with her. He willingly let himself be pulled up and laughed when she pulled her bight polka dot jacket on and stood waiting by the door.

~~~

Richie took her to a diner nearby that they both really liked and with some convincing, gave a very detailed description of Eddie and went more in depth then he had in the quick rant early about what was going on.

~~~

The beginning of the semester had been as normal as the last two. The number of students taking Film Studies had doubled over the two years since Richie had taken over from the 70-year-old dinosaur that had been teaching it previously and Richie took a lot of pride in that, frequently bragged about it to Stan.

He started the first class how he had the year before. Sitting among the rows of students as the beginning of class rolled around. It was something he had done the year before in an attempt to maybe get to know a few of his students without the authority pretense. It had worked well the first time so what could possibly go wrong this time?

The students had started to talk with each other about 5 minutes after the class was supposed to start.

Most asking if maybe the Prof had messed up the date and time, a few random conversations were muttered around the room, but Richie leaned forward to listen to the one going on in front of him.

Two girls were sitting close together in the front row talking fairly quiet.

“I heard the prof’s really young.” one of them whispers enthusiastically.

“I heard he’s really hot.” the other replied, raising in her seat, looking towards the little window in the door.

The boy sitting beside them scoffed and turned from the girls towards the boy on his other side. Richie couldn’t see his face and by the way his head moved he assumed he was rolling his eye’s.

“Have you ever had a teacher that was actually hot and not just ‘teacher hot’.” the boy said in a voice so low Richie had to lean forward a little more to hear him.

“’Te-teacher hot’?“ the boy beside him laughed with a slight stutter. He was taller, with medium auburn hair. The one sitting right in front of Richie leaned further away from the two girls and fully turned to face the taller one.

Richie could make out his profile and geez it was a nice one. He had lightly tanned skin and a dust of freckles that ran across his nose, which crinkled slightly when he joined the other boy in laughter.

“You know, like hot for a teacher but on a larger scale, not really that hot.” Freckles said, louder than before.

“I don’t know, that psy-psychology teacher we had last ye-year was quite a looker.”  

Richie let out a small laugh. He knew exactly which teacher they were talking about. She was a 50-year-old who looked like she had come right out a Tim Burton movie. Normally Richie would have been all about that but this particular lady happened to be one of the biggest bitches Richie had ever met.

The two turned at the sound of Richie’s laugh with raised eyebrows.

The side profile of Freckles didn’t do the front justice. His dark brown eye’s were striking against his youngish looking features. He raised his eyebrow further as he looked Richie over, almost like he was analyzing him.

“Come on, That’s hardly fair. You can’t compare every teacher to Ms. Monroe.” Richie smirked down at Freckles as the taller one laughed. “I’m sure there’s a few good looking teachers somewhere.” He finished, cocking up his eyebrow and leaning forward on his hands.

Freckles scooted his chair back slightly, resting his arm a few inches away from Richie’s and looking him up and down, a lot slower this time. From the corner of his eye, Richie saw the taller boy let out a little laugh and turn around to face the front of the room.

“I’m sure there is somewhere. But I’m more sure that there’s better-looking students even closer.” He leaned closer to Richie and looked up at him from under his long eyelashes, whispering the last part.

Richie’s eyes widened as he cleared his throat and pushed his seat away from the table in front of him. that had escalated a lot quicker then he had thought it would. Panicking slightly, he stood from his seat and cleared his throat even louder.

“I think it’s about time we got class started, don’t you guys.” Richie walked to the front of the class and picked up a dry erase marker, using it to messily write his name on the whiteboard.

“I’m Mr. Tozier, and welcome to Film Studies.”

Richie took a minute to take in the expressions of the students. Focusing especially on the front row.

The two girls that had been talking in the front were staring at each other, mouth open and faces bright red. The tall boy had looked extremely shocked and then he dropped his face into his arm, and Richie could hear a faint muffled laughing.

Freckles had watched him walk to the front of the room, brow furrowed and lips apart slightly in confusion. When Richie and him made eye contact, Richie offered a sympatric smile and expected him to maybe blush or stutter or do something that hinted that he was even somewhat embarrassed to have been blatantly flirting with his prof. 

He was definitely not expecting the look he got.

The boy’s mouth closed and sprouted into a small smirk. He looked almost like he was accepting a challenge. Richie didn’t give himself enough time to analyze the look. Insisting on getting the class started, he broke eye contact and reached over to his desk and grabbed the syllabus to hand out.

~~~

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait. so you started it?” Bev asked enthusiastically. She had been excitedly listening to Richie’s story while they shared a milkshake in the old style diner.

“I did not! I was joking around!” Richie defended, pulling the milkshake closer to him to take a long sip.

“well, obviously he didn’t take it that way.”

“Yeah obviously.”

~~~

Over the next couple of weeks, Richie learned just how serious Eddie was about completing challenges, even ones that he gave himself.  

The first class he had done nothing but stare at Richie. Which wouldn’t have been that weird considering he was technically supposed to be paying attention to Richie but something about the way his eye’s lingered was definitely different from the rest of the students.

The class ended and Richie noticed the way freckles waited until they had locked eyes before standing and heading for the door, putting way more sway in his hips then necessary. It was also the first time Richie had noticed the shorts™. They were way shorter then Richie had ever seen on a university-aged boy, and he couldn’t take his eye’s off of them.

His eyes did snap up when he saw that the ridiculously exaggerated sway had stopped at the door and Freckles was looking over his shoulder at Richie with one of the most mischievous looks Richie had ever seen.

As soon as all of the students had left the room Richie immediately opened his laptop and went through his student roster. He found out his name was Edward Kaspbrak and he was basically a straight A student.

~~~

“So you stalked him?” Bev asked as she waited at the door to the diner for Richie to catch up to her.

“I did not! I just wanted a name to put to the-“

“Ass?” Bev interrupted, pulling the passenger door open of Richie’s truck.

“Face” Richie finished shaking his head as he joined her in the car. “You know, I think it’s you’re fault I’m so fucked up. you’re a bad influence.

“Oh please, Stan’s told me stories from when you guys were younger, you didn’t need any help being fucked up.”

Richie flipped her off as he pulled out of the parking lot.

“Okay, so this kid stares at you and makes flirty eye’s and wears slightly inappropriate length shorts. That’s what I’m getting so far. I’m pretty positive students have done that to you before.” Bev lolled her head to the side as she reached into the console and pulled out a half-empty pack of cigarettes and lit one.

“It’s more than that. And please stop calling him a kid. It’s weird enough already.” Richie stretched out and took the cigarette from her fingers as she blew smoke out of the window. “He’s relentless. He’s always biting his lips or sucking on the end of pens or leaving notes on the assignments he hands in. I don’t know how much more I can take.”

“Well, maybe you should try talking to him? Also, you’re showing me those other notes this weekend.” Bev laughed as Richie shook his head.

Richie agreed with hum and reached up to turn the radio up.

“Oh, and I talked to Stan this morning and he said he’s down for going out tonight. Maybe that will be a good time you tell him about your little student crush.” Bev laughed again as he put her hand on top of Richie’s and turned the music even louder.

The noise Richie made to that was a lot less agreeable.


So some notes. there’s a reference in here from Sweeny Todd, in case you were wondering what Richie was talking about with the “Ms. Monroe” thing.

Also fun fact. the teacher pretending to be a student is a real thing that I had a teacher do during my first year of university.

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Dont read them||Seulgi

↠ Requested: For the drabble thing may I get numbers 11, 12, and 24 with rv seulgi preferably female?

↠ Prompts:11-”Look at me, just breath okay?” 12-”What are you afraid of?” 24-”Im not good enough for you”

↠ Idol x Fem!Reader

↠ Admin:Mirae

You knew it was never smart to read what the netizens had to say about your relationship with Seulgi. However, that never prevented you from doing so. You bit your lip as you continue to read the hurtful comments about you. Of course, you and Seulgi weren’t meant for each other, you should never have believed so. 

You let the tears fall rapidly down your cheeks, not even bothering to stop them. Seulgi entered the apartment and her heart sank when she saw you “Y/N what’s wrong?” she asked moving to sit on the floor next to you. Her eye immediately saw your phone “Y/N you should be reading the comments,” she said pulling you in for a hug. “Look at me, just breath okay?” she said looking into your eyes. You nodded your head no “Seulgi, what are you afraid of?” you asked. Seulgi thought for a moment “Spiders,” she said confused “I’m afraid that one day you aren’t going to come home and instead you’re going to text me that you have had enough,” you sad crying harder. 

Seulgi bit her lips as she kissed your tear-stained cheeks. “This is why you shouldn’t read this comments. I love you with all my heart and I’d never ever leave you,” she said sighing. “Y/N seeing you like this makes me feel as if I’m not good enough for you,” Seulgi said making you stop. “No Seulgi you’re good enough for me,” you replied Seulgi laughed “See, we are perfect for each other, those commenters are just upset because they don’t have an amazing relationship like we do,” Seulgi said making you laugh. “See there’s the smile I love so much,” she said with a girl. “I love you,” you said kissing her lips, “I love you too…”

I think the most beautiful thing about Diana is that she doesn’t fight the patriarchy.  She just flat out doesn’t acknowledge that it exist.  A room where women aren’t allowed?  Gender rules about sleeping with someone? Bruce grabbing her arm in a power play?  Diana’s all just, you’re doing what now? She’s a Princess and a Goddess, so way more powerful than you on any kind of scale.  She’s just gonna lol in your face any time the patriarchy comes up because she’s the most powerful person in the room at any given time, so she doesn’t have time for men to mess around pretending they have a say in anything she does.  

If Sansa ever pulled the shit Arya just did, she would be eaten alive. The hate would be overwhelming. She’d be crucified & it would never be forgotten.

Arya accused her in most awful & cruelest manner of actually killing Ned when she saw her screaming for his life while she was being restrained. Dismissed all her suffering & pain without even bothering to consider her plight when she has gone through more than almost anyone on the whole show. Threatened to fucking skin her (like Ramsay loved doing) & wear her face like the deranged psychopath she is. Threatened her life in the one place she was supposed to be safe in after finally fleeing all her many abusers.

Had the audacity to rip into her for not killing the Lannisters when her spiteful, hypocritical ass SERVED Tywin Lannister and never did a damn thing! No, she just prioritized her own safety even though she had way more opportunity than Sansa- the fucking prisoner of war that was beaten, humiliated, tortured- had. Had the nerve to say Sansa didn’t do enough to save Ned- she got down on her fucking knees in the throne room & begged Joffery for mercy, then did the same at his execution. Pray tell, what the fuck did Arya do- apart from close her damn eyes & then do a runner?

Why didn’t she go up there & save her father, then strike down Joffrey, Cersei, Illyn Payne, one by one? Oh, it’s one set of rules for her ass & another for Sansa? Sounds familiar!

I don’t care if Sansa forgives & forgets like nothing even happened. This is some of the worst writing in the show’s history & has ruined both Arya’s character & her relationship with Sansa.

I’m almost too lazy to make this post because God it’s just so self explanatory but my loyalty to Temari runs too deep so here goes: 

They did exactly what I called they were gonna do and made her an over aggressive nagging house wive. This is why I complained over and over again three years ago when I saw they had moved her to Konoha because I KNEW someway somehow they were going to subject her character to this. They want her to be Yoshino 2.0 even though that’s NEVER been who she is because “lmao get it Shikamaru is just like his dad! Parallels!!”. They don’t take the time to think about how her character would actually react because none of that matters now - she exists solely to be Shikamaru’s wife. 

Some people are crying “abuse!” at what she did but I don’t really want to go there tbh. It’s very clear that in the Naruto universe things we find abusive are just par for the course. Calling out Temari in this instance would require we call out basically ever other female character which is not realistic. Domestic violence in Naruto is always played for laughs which is obviously fucked up but not something I think it’s fair to fault the characters for as we’re not intended to see it as abusive (even though realistically it is). No, what I really take issue with is the fact that being an overbearing and strict mother/wife is basically all Temari is given to do. 

This woman was born in one of the most fucked up situations of any character we see. He father was a walking human disaster, her mother was dead, and her youngest brother had a nasty habit of slaughtering anyone who looked at him the wrong way. She has always been strong and confident but throughout the series she softens considerably as she learns caring is not a weakness. She is a better diplomat than either of her brothers and remains calm and collected in even the tensest of situations. Her dynamic with Shikamaru has always been one of mutual respect and understanding which is what makes their relationship work so well (and IMO better than any of the canon relationships we got). Yes, Temari is a take no shit kind of person who probably WOULD chastise her son for his pitiful behavior - but not in the way we’re shown. In Boruto her parenting method basically amounted to “I’m just going to hit you and intimidate you until you get the picture and ultimately just end up listening to your cooler nicer wiser dad.” She doesn’t actually say anything of significance to Shikadai at all - that is reserved entirely for Shikamaru as he’s the influential one in their sons life. Temari is just there to be the ol’ ball-and-chain ~what a drag~ mom whose only dominion is the house she is confined to. THEN there’s the fact that Temari refusing to make dinner inevitably meant neither Shikamaru nor Shikadai could eat - as if a grown man could not make his own dinner and HAD to have his wife do it because it’s her domestic ~duty~. This is extra and dramatic but it actually makes me sick that they’re doing this to her. After everything she went through she would have something worthwhile to add to the conversation other than “bah you’re too easy on him I’m going to withhold meals to prove a point!!!”. She doesn’t treat her brothers like this and they’re consistently shown to value her opinion because her opinion is worth hearing. 

Temari played a crucial role in Suna politics prior to the end of the series. She sat on the council and came with Gaara to all the kage summits/meetings. She was one of the best kunoichi in the series just brimming with potential and strength and ferocity. During the war I began to get annoyed with how much they were making her revolve around Shikamaru’s character because after a certain point basically all her dialogue was in relation to him. That’s when I knew things were about to take a hard left turn for shits-ville and boy was I right. In chapter 700 ALL we see her doing is sitting in a house chastising her son and serving her brothers tea before they head out to a kage meeting without her. We don’t get any indication that she’s still affiliated with Suna, hell we don’t even get any indication that she’s still a ninja. In the boruto manga/movie she doesn’t interact with her siblings ONCE and is not with them in the pit with all the other Kage/advisors. I was happy to see she still had her fan but other than that I left highly unimpressed. Now in the anime she is ONCE AGAIN pictured in a house, serving people drinks and nagging away as if that’s all she’s good for anymore. I know it was played as a joke but that’s exactly what makes me so mad - her character has become nothing more than a trope meant to appeal to the lowest common denominator. The nagging housewive angle truly is the lowest hanging fruit but studio peirrot really could not resist could they.

Nevermind the fact that it would have been way funnier had they subverted the whole “why did you marry such a strict woman” thing by having Shikadai side with his mom instead, saying something to the effect of “why did you marry such an unmotivated slacker”. Can we stop treating Temari like she’s just an overly aggressive loaded gun that’s just one mistep away from going off. I mean I genuinely love Shikatema but I do not think the Boruto anime understands Shikatema. Part of me still wishes they just hadn’t got together because they don’t actually feel like “them” when they’re portrayed like this. No one is being respected as a character. 

Anyway all this to say I’m basically done with the Boruto anime now. I might still watch the next couple of episodes because curiosity is gonna get the better of me but emotionally I have severed all connections. It just comes down to the fact that I cannot handle them so grossly mischaracterizing characters that I have loved since I was 11 years old. I actually don’t mind the new gen when they’re on their own but every damn time they show one of the original characters they manage to fuck them up in some way. We see it with Temari, with Naruto, with Yamato, with Sakura. Hell I can’t stand Sasuke and even I’m mad about what they did to him post chapter 699. I am never going to like the new gen characters more than the original cast so if watching Boruto means seeing them get completely decimated then I’m not gonna watch it. Simple as that. Naruto being an absent father is the worst crime but I have no doubt they’ll continue to top that in future episodes. 

PSA - screenshots last forever

1. In the light of being publicly accused of being a sexual predator, I have several things to say. Contrary to the person accusing me, I have screenshots supporting my side of the story. Bear that in mind when you send me hate. I find it very disturbing the number of people that have asked me to kill myself without even bothering to ask if the accusations were even true or not.

2. Someone is accusing me of being a sexual predator. I don’t know why she’s hiding behind an anonymous blog now, everyone knows the only person I co-wrote fics with, is her. She used to own the urls rhuubarb/anhcor/antihetharry/stylinscripts/paynet-ed. I’m saying this for clarity’s sake as I’m about to post screenshots, so you know all the posts are coming from the same person.

3. this is the posts where she admits she lied about her age all along and that I didn’t know about it. (contrary to what she claims in the now conveniently deleted post)

This is the screenshot of our last conversation (I was the one to put an end to it, contrary to what she claims)

4.  When we met, I EXPLICITLY had told her I didn’t want to interact with minors and she disregarded my wishes and built herself an imaginary life that she fed me (and our friends and betas) daily. She admits to it here too. I have tons of people who know about my age policy and know that I don’t want under any circumstances to interact with minors. That discovery, months after our falling out, led me to orphan our fics. Which I explain the circumstances of here.

5. I have sought legal counsel and I will be pressing charges against that person. This is not a game, this has gone too far.

Bratty

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

A small piece where Y/N can’t get Harry’s attention, so she pouts and decides exactly how to grab his attention

Y/N rarely begs Harry for anything. He’s usually one step ahead of her, always making sure she had everything she needed. Cuddles, hugs, good morning texts. But sometimes he can get caught up in his own work, Y/N has no problems with it obviously. Yet it only gets in the way when Y/N really wants something. And not just anything. But something only Harry could satisfy.

The first time Y/N acted out like a brat, Harry was answering emails.

He was lied out on the bed, back propped up by the headboard with the MacBook in his lap. His ankles crosses and hair slightly fluffed over his forehead due to just waking up. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, scratched at his stubble dusted jaw letting his eyes dart on the screen at the multiple emails sent by his manager. It was barely 8am on a Saturday, Y/N usually slept in on the weekends, it was her escape from the hectic schedule of work and schooling. Something was keeping her up though. She lied in bed with her back facing Harry, stretching her arms over her head once she became aware. Y/N peaked up at him sleepily, seeing his bright green eyes looking down at her.

“Up this early in the mornin’? Tha’s a record.” Harry teases letting his right hand lightly scratch over Y/N scalp making her hum out in delight.

“Heyyy don’t be rude… I can be up early if I put my mind to it.” Y/N quipped in. The only thing on her mind right now was for Harry to put his mouth on her.

She’d never ask him for it though. She would always think she’s got it all in her head, pep talking herself in the mirror to get the confidence to just come straight out and tell him exactly what she wants. But she can never get past the first sentence. Harry always can read her before she can even mention what she wants from him. He says it’s all due to his “impeccable reading of people” but Y/N just thinks her flushed cheeks are a dead giveaway.

After sharing a few kisses and daily questions they went through every morning that he asked. “Did you sleep well,” “what should we make for breakfast,” she could usually answer them with no problem. But she was getting too distracted on the way his mouth spoke certain syllabas, the way he used his knuckles to push the glasses further up his nose. Everything that should seem normal, but was just making her body even warmer. Harry caught on to her spacing out, brushing the tip of her nose with his finger.

“Did you even hear a word o’ what I just said?” He rose an eyebrow looking down at her. Y/N moved her eyes back to him immediately dropping them back down when her eyes met his. She meaked out an embarrassed ‘no’ before he smirked softly leaning over kissing under her ear.

“Go brush your teeth an’ we’ll make some breakfast yeah?” Harry tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before rubbing his thumb across her jaw. Y/N blinked a few times before getting up and heading over to the bathroom to freshen up. She brushed her teeth, combed through her hair, she even splashed cold water on her face to just snap her out of it.

But nothing worked.

Nothing.

And now she was left to fluster her way through to get Harry to do something to her. Y/N opened the door after drying her face with a towel, he was still lied there in the same position, ruffling his hand through his hair yawning out. She stood by the end of the bed just watching his, fiddling with the sleeves of the sweater of his she wore. Harry trailed his eyes back to her smiling sweetly.

“Look a’ you… all fresh an’ ready to go.” Y/N smiled slightly nodding before gnawing on her lip.

“Yeah! Yeah yeah I just….” Just like that she was at a loss for words. Anytime she started a sentence in a certain way, Harry’s eyes would immediately dart over to hers, his eyebrows scrunching in concern. She hated when she worried him, it was never her intention to, I mean how were you supposed to ask your boyfriend to just eat you out. It should be easy, but with someone like Harry, it’s more tedious than it should be.

I just really want your mo-“ She’s suddenly cut off by Harry’s ringtone blaring, making his eyes move to the phone left on the nightstand. “Jus’ give me a minute love…” Harry mumbled before answering the call.

Just like that he answered the phone. Y/N looked at him, dropping her hands by her sides letting her lower lip jut out in a pout. She didn’t mean to be someone who wanted a lot of attention, but she wants attention. Especially when she’s needy for him. Something in the way he answered the phone made Y/N reset her words in her brain. She knew a way to get to Harry.

It was risky, but she knew she had to take it if she wanted him to do something now.

Harry has his phone held between his shoulder and ear, typing away on his laptop letting out noises of responses to whoever was on the other line. Y/N crawled over to his side, resting her hand over his forearm. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, moving his hand for a minute to brush his thumb over her knuckles. She moved to lean her chin to rest on his shoulder, pressing her lips against his ear, tugging his hand that was over hers, to her thigh. Harry let his hand rest on the outside of her thigh, suddenly glancing down at it. He moved his head up to sit straight, using his other hand to pressing the phone against his ear.

“H….. really need you right now…” She murmured quietly in his ear, slipping her fingers between the open spaces of his on her thigh. Harry looked at her moving the phone away from his mouth.

“Sweetheart.. ‘m on a call jus’ give me 5 minutes..” He mumbled moving his phone back to his mouth before resuming the conversation with what sounded like his manager.

Y/N frowned pulling just her head back to look at him, his eyes not even bothering to look back at her, too focused on the screen in front of him. Her own patience was wearing thin, deciding to shove the computer off his thighs and crawling in between them. Harry looked at her with furrowed eyebrows glancing back at the screen and then her. Y/N just shrugged tapping her fingers against his thighs casually keeping her eyes on him. He looked down at her hands before grabbing one of her wrist and sending a warning glance before setting her wrist down in her lap. Y/N pouted moving her hands back to the waistnand of his boxers, slipping her fingertips in. Harry widened his eyes quickly grabbing her wrist and moving to press the phone against his shoulder to muffle the speaker.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Harry hissed keeping his hold on her wrist.

“You aren’t paying attention to me, have to figure out ways to do it obviously.” Y/N bluntly stated rolling her eyes.

Harry narrowed them before murmuring our a low ‘quit it’ before returning back to his call, now making sure his eyes were focused on hers the whole time. At this point she would’ve stopped, realizing whoever was on the other line is important and whatever they were talking about was obviously something that Harry would have to pay attention too.

But she wasn’t going to stop.

Y/N moved to lie on her stomach between his legs, pulling out his cock from his boxers. Before he could let out another scolding, she immediately wrapped her lips around the tip, lolling her tongue around. Harry let out a choked breath moving his free hand into her hair. She let her eyes trail up to his raising her eyebrows up before pulling back, letting her hand slowly work over his shaft. Harry shook his head gritting his teeth together.

“Yeah ‘m fine mate don’t worry about it… I can’t believe what the fuck are you doin’…” Harry spoke through clenched teeth at the last part. Y/N bit her lip shaking her head innocently, acting like she had no clue what she was doing. She let her tongue lay flat on the underside of his prick, letting it drag up lazily before flicking her tongue against the bead of pre-cum that had escaped. She was fully now wrapping her mouth around his cock and letting her head do the work. Her hand pumping over his shaft ever time she moved her mouth up making his head slam back against the headboard squeezing his eyes shut. He had more self control than this, but something about the way her mouth was hot around his dick was making his mind go in circle. He couldn’t think straight with her doe eyes looking up at him like she isn’t choking on his cock.

“I go-got it yes-fuck I’ll talk to you later ‘m busy.” Harry quickled rambled out before slamming his hand down on the bed with the phone. His hand quickly tangled in her hair tugging her head back toughly. A line of spit connected from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock, breathing out heavily against the warm skin.

“You are jus’ not listenin’ today are you petal…” Harry clicked his tongue shaking his head as he looked down at her with dark eyes. “Know ‘m on an important call… still disobeyed..?” Y/N licked over her lips dropping her eyes down.

“I’m sorry daddy… just wanted something…” Y/N meekly whimpered out, his hand tugging at her roots to have her eyes move back to is.

“Well if you jus’ would ask… daddy wouldn’t be so rough with his baby now would he…” Y/N nodded biting over her lip pouting out as she looked at him.

“I tried saying something! You didn’t listen though!” Harry raised his eyebrows at her tone making her shrink back slightly.

“I said I’d be with you in a minute didn’ I..? You weren’t being patient…” Y/N huffed out moving her eyes away from his face.

“I know I know….. sorry daddy…” She mumbled out looking back at him, tilting his head to the side.

“‘M letting you off with a warning this time… next time it won’t be pretty do you understand?” Harry lowly mumbles leaning his head down slightly to make his point clear. Y/N nodded glancing over his face biting over her lip.

“Good girl…. now.. go ‘head…. finish what you started…” Harry leaned back against the headboard again watching her with raised eyebrows, his lips quirking up into a smirk once he saw her eyes light up again.

The second time Y/N acted like a brat, both of them were at a restaurant with a group of friends.

They were both sat together in a booth, Y/N was pressed against the wall, sitting on the inside of Harry’s side. His hand rested comfortably on her thigh as he talked to one of his friends about a story she’s heard a million times before. She hasn’t had much to drink this time coming out. She would’ve been nursing a couple margaritas by this time but something was once again taking her focus off of anything. Her eyes turned to watch Harry animatedly explain his story using his free hand to gesticulate every word. Her mind flashed back to that morning he tugged at her hair she could feel her scalp prick with pain. The way he just looked down at her with a harsh stare that would make her want to crawl into a hole and never come out, but at the same time just completely soak her panties. She liked the way he was asserting his position in their relationship.

She loved he way he just dominated her.

Her hand moved to rest over his, using her fingertips to trace over the rings that adorned his fingers. Harry turned his head to look st her adoringly, squeezing her thigh in response. Y/N smiles leaning over to press her lips over his ear, tightening her grip on his hand. “Daddy….”

Harry’s eyes widened slightly turning his head to look at her properly, blinking a few time to understand what she said. She looked at him sinking her teeth in her lower lip sliding his hand up her thigh slowly. “‘M soaking for you… want you to take me home right now.”

Harry shook his head grabbing his glass of water raising his eyebrows over the rim of the glass. “Stop it…..”

Y/N pouted before pressing his fingertips over that spot over her underwear, specifically wearing a skirt of this occasion. Harry swallowed thicker looking down at her lap where his fingers were now pressing against her warm heat. He sucked the air through his teeth glancing at her through his eyelashes.

“You are so in fo’ it when we get home I swear…” Y/N looked at him with excited eyes trying to hide the way her thigh clenched even more hearing the way he spoke. Harry pulled his hand back before looking back at the table and explaining their sudden plans to leave. “Missus has a bit of a stomach flu happening, gonna take care of her now” he murmured helping Y/N get out of the booth alongside him. Both saying farewell to their friends, some of them wishing Y/N a full recovery as they headed out back to his car. The way Harry had his fingers tightly locked with her own, was making Y/N anticipate what was waiting at home.

The minute Y/N stepped into the door, Harry had her shoved against the nearest wall. She let out a gasp of shock pressing her hands against the wall to turn around. Harry came around quickly to press his body up against hers, wrapping his fingers around her waist.

“You jus’ don’t know when to behave do you…” Harry whispers hotly against the crook of her neck, baring his teeth against her skin, letting her head fall back on his shoulder. Y/N’s eyes shut feeling his mouth work on her neck, licking over her dry lips trying to move her wrists away from his grip. Harry squeezes over them pressing pressing his mouth against her ear.

“If you move those hands an inch… I won’t let you cum once tonight… understood…?” Y/N swallowed thickly nodding quickly before being turned around looking up at him. Harry moves her hands to rest on the wall by her hips before sinking down on his knees. He leaned forwards nipping up the skin of her inner thigh, holding the back of her knees as he looked up at her. Y/N’s hands were clenched into fists twisting slightly every time he sunk his teeth into the supple skin of her thigh. Harry moved his head under her skirt, it being flowy enough for his head to disappear completely under the fabric. His tongue pressed flat against her clit letting it nudge around over her underwear. Y/N dropped her head back whining slightly as her hands itched to just slip into his hair. Harry pulled back finally and slipped off both her skirt and panties, pressing kisses all over the apex of her thighs. He could see in the corner of his eyes, her fingers flexing and un-flexing each time his mouth would brush against her clit. He couldn’t help but let a smirk spread across his lips, knowing that whatever he was doing, she was trying her absolute hardest to stay still.

Harry licked over his lips before wrapping them snugly around her clit, letting the tip of his tongue roll the bundle around in his mouth. Y/N jaw dropped open looking down at him feeling her knees buckle. Harry quickly grabbed her thigh before throwing one of them over her shoulder, giving him more access to lick into her. His tongue moved back to lap up everything that had come out, letting out a growl against her clit when lifted her hips up into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking sweet… could spend the rest o’ my life here…” Harry mumbled against her inner thighs nipping roughly at thr tender skin making her cry out, slamming her hands down onto the wall.

“Oh my… fuck me… right there H.. oh my god…” Y/N squeaked out whining as he pulled back with raised eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”

Y/N quickly shook her head desperately moving her hands to her thighs to clutch into something. “Nothing daddy please.. please please please just come back… please!” Y/N begged, before nearly crying in relief when he returned his mouth back onto her swollen clit, letting his jaw work feverishly to pull her to her high. She looked down at him with her jaw dropped feeling her tummy coils, digging her nails into the skin of her thigh. She was so close. So so so close.

And then he pulled away.

Harry stood up to his feet as she looked up at him blinking through some tears, feeling her high escape her slowly. “Why did you do that! I was so close.” She cried out sniffling slightly. Harry shook his head turning her around pressing her chest back against the wall.

“You think this was gon’ be easy…?” Harry tutted shaking his head as he grabbed her hips and pressed his aching bulge against the swell of her bum. She purposely pushes back against him, resting her fists against the wall beside her head whining.

“I’m sorry daddy… I’ll never do it again I promise.. just.. j-just let me cum… please…” Y/N whimpered hearing the ruffling of his clothes coming of. She glanced over her shoulder before he pressed his lips lightly across her cheek.

Oh baby… baby baby baby… relax… ‘m comin’ ‘m comin….” Harry coos out against her cheek, holding her hips, letting his thumb rub across her heated skin. She shut her eyes slightly relaxing into his movements. Her eyes quickly shot open letting out a choked cry once he got in one smooth thrust. Harry growled against her shoulder grinding his hips down immediately.

“‘M going to fucking ruin you…” His hips moved to a rhythmical pace, her forehead pressed against the wall, letting out choked whined and moans every time he reached that spot. Harry’s forehead pressed against the back of her neck slamming his hind into her perky bum, making him want to cum on the spot.

“You feel me… right.. here.” He emphasized when he lightly squirmed his hips to nudge that spot, pressing his hand against her tummy. Y/N gasped dropping her hand to rest over his before nodding desperately.

“I-it feels… so good fuck…” Y/N cried feeling his free hand move to wrap his hand around her throat.

“Are you ever going to act like a brat like that ever again..?” Harry asks pressing his nose against her temple squeezing down on her throat ever so slightly. Y/N gasps out shaking her head, the pressure on her throat intensifying the bubbling in her tummy.

“Are you ever going to disobey daddy every again..?” Harry takes her lobe in between his teeth pressing his hips flush against hers, just staying there. Y/N shook her head once again trying to move her hips against his, but it was no use.

“N-no I’ll never disobey you ever again daddy.. never never never I-I promise just.. let me cum please, ‘m so close..” Y/N chokes out a sob dropping her head down. Harry looked at her moving his hand down from her throat and rubbing quick circles over her clit, keeping his hips still against hers.

“Wan’ you cummin’ jus’ like this….” Harry murmurs nudging his nose against her cheek maid her head turn to lock eyes with his. His other hand moves to slip in between her fingers, tightly intertwining their hands as he worked his fingers against her. Y/N pressed her cheek against the wall looking at him through hooded eyes trembling slightly under him. Harry tilts his head to press his mouth against hers, letting his tongue lick into every inch of her mouth as she chased her release. Y/N dropped her jaw against her mouth letting out a string of whines and his name as she finally came. The clenching around his cock making him cum just behind her, letting out a low groan, burying his face in her neck utterly exhausted.

Y/N turned her head to press her lips over his forehead smiling sleepily rubbing over his knuckles.

Baby…. baby come on….” Y/N cooed out softly to Harry who just let out a tired moan against her neck, lifting it up lazily. His sweaty fringe draped over her forehead, eyes tired but gleaming with excitement, lips puffy with his constant gnawing. Y/N wishes she could engrave this picture in her head for the rest of her life.

If this is what being a brat brought, then she won’t hesitate next time to push his buttons.

Knight in Shining Armor (Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Requested by: @cometoceantrenches ( Okie since you take requests, is it okay if you write smth with our boi Steve where the reader drops off their younger sister at the Snow Ball the same time Steve drops off Dustin but Steve offers to take the reader home but they end up at a cafe or smth and talk abt the crazy stuff that happened (fighting the demodogs and all that) and end up confessing to each other?? im sorry if its long af, you just write rlly well *ugly cries*)

Summary: While waiting for the Snow Ball to end, Steve and you catch up at a local cafe where they recount the events of the demo-dogs, and then conversation becomes personal.

Word Count: 3013

Warnings: fluffy af and some smooches. Also get’s a bit emotional towards the end. lets also assume he’s always ooc to me

Note: if there is another gif that kills me it’s also this one!  I kind of just a little went overboard and it’s pretty long but I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Enjoy!!!

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Minor Spoilers of Season 2!!

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

“Do I look okay?” your sister Jen asked for the 100th time from the backseat of your mother’s car. You rolled your eyes, not even bothering to look at her.

“You look great, Jen,” you replied.

“You didn’t even look!” she cried.

For perhaps the third time you spun yourself around to take a look at your sister who was all dolled up and ready for the Snow ball.

“You look beautiful, now stop asking and stop touching your hair,” you slapped her hand away lightly, she flinched and grumbled. You knew she had a crush on one of the boys there, she just wouldn’t tell you who it was. But by how nervous she was, and how she was acting, you knew what was bothering her.

“Hey…whoever this boy you’re crushing over…he’s gonna think you’re the most beautiful girl in the room okay? And he’s going to ask you to dance,” you said, fixing her hair for her. Jen blushed.

“And if he doesn’t?”

You scoffed, “Then he’s a damn idiot, and you’re too good for him,” Jen let out a laugh. Your mother glanced at you two before pulling up in front of the school, behind another car who was dropping off their kid.

Unfortunately for you, your mother had wanted you to stick around the parking lot all night and wait for the Snow ball to end. Also, it was really, really cold out there. But, you didn’t want your mom to worry over Jen all night, so you agreed to stay. You would find something to do, even if that included freezing to death.

Death. Hah. That word honestly didn’t even faze you that much anymore, not after what had occurred in the past month. Images of alien like dog creatures Dustin had called ‘Demo-dogs’ flashed through your mind, especially of the one he called ‘Dart’ who nearly chewed your face off. And then there was that girl with the slicked back hair who everyone seemed to recognize except for you and Steve. Apparently, she had superpowers and helped close the gate and saved the world or something. You honestly didn’t know what to believe, or even do with all this newfound information.

You guessed life would just go on eventually, and somehow you’d manage to live past it.

You stood next to your sister, both of you waving good-bye to your mother, who yelled, “Have a good time and be safe!” before driving off and out of the drop-off zone. Jen sighed, flattening down her light pink dress.

“Are you really going to stay out here all night?” Jen asked as you both walked towards the entrance, you shrugged.

“It’ll be fun- staying out here all by myself in the freezing cold in order to avoid my past middle school teachers trying to catch up with me,” Jen laughed, stopping in front of the entrance and turning to face you.

“Are you sure I look okay, (y/n)?”

You glared slightly at her, pretty sure she’s just taking in the compliments, but you just smiled and held a thumbs up. Jen was about to speak before her eyes caught something behind you. Her cheeks suddenly turned the same color as her dress. You raised a brow, and turned around, seeing who had made her all flustered.

“Dustin?” you asked, the younger boy was surprised to see you here, but not as surprised as you when you saw how much his hair looked super familiar.

“What are you doing here, (y/n)?” he asked, you tore your eyes from his hair and pointed behind you.

“Just dropping off Jen-” but when you turned around, she was gone and already in the gym. You blinked, huffing slightly as you realized that Dustin was the boy she was so keen on. You laughed lightly, thinking that it was the cutest thing ever.

Your mind went back to Dustin’s hairstyle the moment you looked back at him.

“Okay- tell me right now…is Steve your role model or something?” You asked, jokingly. Dustin gave you an annoyed look before you chuckled, “You look great kiddo, now go in there and for the love of god find Jen and ask her to dance,” you winked. Dustin furrowed his eyebrows.

“Wait- what? really?”

You clicked your tongue before your eyes went to the car Dustin had gotten out of. Your jaw dropped when you instantly recognized it as Steve’s. Dustin noticed your excitement and gave a smug smile.

“He’s staying because he saw you and is hoping you’ll go over there to talk or something,” he said nonchalantly, you side-glanced Dustin, seeing him look at the car and wave. You can just feel Steve’s glare on the kid. You merely laughed it off.

“Don’t you have a ball to attend, kid?” you asked, Dustin cursed softly and walked into the entrance, muttering something about asking Jen to dance, a cheeky grin on his face. You shook your head, crossing your arms against your chest before turning and starting to walk over to Steve’s car.

You leaned down to his open window, a toothy grin and asked, “Is that you Steve? My knight in shining armor?” Steve smiled at the sight of you, and waved your comment off.

“Yeah, the one and only,” he responded, knowing you were referring to when he saved you from losing your face to some demo-dog, “Are you going to head home?”

You shook your head.

“Gotta stay here until it ends and make sure Jen is still alive after or something,” you shrugged, Steve laughed.

“Oh no- that’s not okay,” he said, “As your knight in shining armor, I’m going to save you from freezing to death…” he reached over and opened the car door, his other hand still resting on the wheel. You put your hand over your heart.

“Wow…what a gentlemen,” you commented as you climbed into his car, Steve shrugged, eyes still resting on you. You didn’t notice the way he stared at you, like Dustin had noticed when Steve pulled up and saw you.

“That’s what I am, didn’t you know?”

You just hummed, hugging your arms closer to you. Steve noticed, eying your shivering form before an idea popped in his mind.

“Wanna go get a warm drink or something?” he asked, you tilted your head in thought.

“Warm drink? You mean like coffee?” you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.Steve stared at you for a moment, before realizing how stupid he must sound.

“I said that…” he muttered. You snickered, but nodded.

“Yeah, I could go for a warm drink…” Steve cracked a smile, eyes still lingering on yours before starting his car. When he looked away as he began to drive out of the parking lot, you looked at the side of his face, thinking you saw a shade of pink on his cheeks…but it was too dark.

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I love this teasing tone Peggy uses with Angie sometimes (◡‿◡✿)

Why We Need to Appreciate Padmé Amidala

In spirit of #SWisagirlthingtoo making its way around Twitter, I thought now would be the perfect time to make a post I’ve been wanting to write for a while. Star Wars up until recently has not given much attention to its heroines, perhaps with the exception of the iconic Princess and General Leia Organa. It is incredibly sad that it has taken this long for the franchise to realise that characters such as Leia, Padmé and Rey (as well as the many animated heroines we have met such as Ahsoka and Hera) have been and will forever continue to be definitive factors in the way many girls have and will grow up.

When it comes to Star Wars, I loved Leia and I love Rey, but they are both not the heroine I connected with. I connected with former Queen and then Senator Padmé Amidala from the highly criticised (although increasingly less so) prequels and then again in the animated series, Star Wars: The Clone Wars. Any Padmé fan knows that loving her as a character most often means you’ll often be told that in the end she did ‘nothing but cry over Anakin’ or is in no way comparable to her daughter, you’ll find it frustrating that no reference is made to her at all following Episode III and you’ll know that she has little to no presence in merchandising even when you are more than willing to throw coins down Disney’s way for her.

But Padmé deserves to overcome all of the above. Padmé constantly has to battle against both what people expected her to be (arguably a Leia clone) and the often restrictive and limiting definitions of what makes a “strong female character”, especially in pop culture. Regardless, here is why Padmé is such an underappreciated and amazing character.

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Admiring James Potter

Inspired by this beautiful peace of a very hot James Potter by @blvnk-art. Her art always makes me want to write but I always tend to avoid it because I have so much other stuff I should be working on instead. Anyway, this doesn’t do the art justice but it’s something!


“GO GO GRYFFINDOR! GO GO GRYFFINDOR!” The crowd around Lily screamed and chanted.

 Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and even a few Ravenclaws cheered for the team, completely drowning out any noise coming from the opposing side. Though, Lily wasn’t necessarily watching the same game as her peers. Her eyes weren’t following the quaffle or the seeker and their snitch, her eyes were on a single chaser. 

As much as she loved her house, James seemed to be the only reason she came to these games anymore. She wasn’t even planning on coming to the game at all really, it was her friends who’d convinced her to roll out of bed early that morning.

“James would want you there,” Marlene sang as she painted gold and red hearts onto her cheeks, “and its for the good of the team if you do come, Lily, could throw off his game not seeing you in the stands.” 

Lily was glad she was finally convinced to get dressed, she now stood happily admiring James. Though he looked good in the heat of playing, Lily mostly watched for how happy he was being in the game. Nothing could ever make James Potter smile as much as being on his broom scoring points for his team. She let herself smile after he high-fived Sirius, congratulating his friend for knocking the Slytherin seeker off his course. Watching him out there was something she could do for the rest of her life and be content, there’s nothing else she’d rather be seeing.

“AND THAT’S GREGORY HART WITH THE SNITCH! GRYFFINDOR WINS!” 

The stands roared, cheering and clapping for the win, and Lily let herself enjoy the moment for a second, looking around at her friends’ smiling and laughing before she turned back to her former subject of attention. Only this time, he was looking right back at her, and he winked when he caught her eye. She grinned back and put up her thumbs.

“C’mon, lets go meet them down there,” Remus yelled, tapping her shoulder to gain her attention. She nodded and looked back at the pitch one last time, but the team had already started to walk out, James leading them through the gates. 

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The noise hadn’t quieted even as everyone filed out of the stands, everyone still chatting on about the game and how this player did that move or how that player made this shot, no one could seem to get enough of the game they just saw unfold. If Lily was paying more attention, she’d be able to join in on the conversation. Though, at that moment, she could live without it. Even as she stood with her group of friends, she found herself looking around for the team, they usually hung around with everyone before going to get changed.

“Oi, Sirius!” She heard Remus yell from somewhere, her eyes followed the sound, wanting to join him in meeting up with the boys, but she couldn’t help but stop and stare at what she’d found.

As his friends talked, James stood to the side, pulling off his robes and padding to cool off. Lily thought he’d stop when he got it all off, but her eyes widened when he started pulling at his sweater. Bit by bit, her eyes followed the fabric slide up his body, exposing more and more to her. She should’ve looked away, but at that point she didn’t really find it in her to care. 

“My God, you’re not even trying not to stare,” Mary teased from behind her.

She ignored it, not even bothering to look away as the sweater was completely discarded. He stood completely bare from the waist up, his shoulders and chest free for her to ogle without shame. 

“Great match, James,” the team’s keeper said, shaking James’ hand. 

He smiled, so big that lines formed on his cheeks and Lily had to bite her lip to keep her from matching it.  Okay, a post-match, shirtless, grinning James Potter, sweaty and breathing hard, was a sight that Lily had to admit topped the image of him actually playing. It was also a sight she’d like to see somewhere a little less public, and a little more mutual, if she had it her way.

“You used to be better than that, Lily,” someone else said, “and you’re spilling water all over your shoes, love.” 

“What? Shit.” She finally felt it, lifting her now empty water bottle she groaned, her foot was now soaked and she had nothing to fix her now dry mouth.

Her friends laughed around her, not even bothering to wait for her as they started to walk off. Shuddering at the sound her shoes now made when she stepped, she started to follow, but a hand at her shoulder made her stop. 

“Hey, Evans.” She shut her eyes and bit her lip at the voice. “How was the match?” She didn’t want to turn around, from the time she looked away to right then, James would not have time to put a shirt back on and she could not guarantee her eyes would stay on his face if she were to look at him right then. 

“It was good, you played well,” she said, barely looking over her shoulder at him. He’d pulled his goggles off completely, and she had to keep herself from staring at the hair that now fell over his eyes. She wanted to touch it. 

“Well I had to, couldn’t mess up with you watching me the entire time, now could I?” 

Her jaw fell open but when she turned around he was already walking away. However, she couldn’t really be mad, who is she to really care that he knew? It was the reason she now got the opportunity to admire James’ bare back as walked away, and she hoped she’d get to see it later that night as well. Gryffindor victory parties were legendary for that sort of thing after all.

Alpha (Delta Sequel) Chap. 1

Alpha: After the events of Delta, Reader and Bucky’s comfortable life is put to an halt when an unknown threat comes to New York. (If you haven’t read Delta, please read that here first.) NSFW!

A/N: Hella protective Bucky in this chap, y’all. ;) I hope you like it. - D.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Swearing. Graphic details of sex and sex acts (M/F). Angsty as heck. Alpha Bucky doing alpha stuff. Violence (alpha vs alpha). Scent kink. Biting kink. A/B/O dynamics. There’s also a sex gif. (If you’re uncomfy with any of these, keep scrolling.) Extremely NSFW. 

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Miss It. (Angsty Harry Styles Blurb)

a/n: Here it is! This is my first ever angst piece, so please be nice haha! But, I hope you enjoy the outcome as much I enjoyed the writing. All the love as always, L. xx

- in which Harry feels like Y/N doesn’t love him anymore.


Harry was so tired. Emotionally drained, one might say. His brain had become too torn on what to think, and his eyes dry from crying. He felt like he couldn’t find peace, even though deep down something was keeping him awake, every single night.

“You know what, Y/N? I miss it.”

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Mercy

Y’all aren’t ready for this 2k of angst…

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“And the award for album of the year goes to…”

“Ed Sheeran!” I stand up along with the rest of the people in the crowded facility. Clapping my hands slowly, I rest my gaze on my boyfriend sitting next to me. He looks disappointed and I can’t help but feel bad for him knowing how much he wanted the award. Shawn loved Ed - yes - but he had put countless hours into the album in the hopes of living up to a moment that would no longer exist.

“Hey” I place my hand on his shoulder while he stares at his shoes outstretched in front of him, “I’m proud of you” I tell him as he brushes my hand off and proceeds to walk towards the restroom.

Shawn continued to ignore me for the majority of the night. And although I understood that he was disappointed, I didn’t have anything to do with the results of the award and could not understand why he was ignoring the person who had supported him the most. I would occasionally sneak glances in his direction, my eyes following his movements carefully throughout the room. I would catch him talking to some music representatives with a smile plastered across his face, and it would soon turn to a frown once he made eye contact with me.

I was getting fed up with his actions and made the bold decision to approach him myself. Shawn was standing in front of an older man and a girl who looked much younger than him while speaking and gesturing with his hands. I snuck up behind him and rested a hand on his upper back.

He quickly looked in my direction, his smile quickly fading.

“Who is this beautiful young lady, Shawn?” the older man asks me with a grin on his face. I take a step forward and shake his hand.

“This is y/n. She’s a friend.” he simply states with a monotonous voice while leaning down to my height to quickly whisper in my ear.

“Don’t mess this up for me too” He bitterly says, backing away and pushing my hip gently while motioning me to leave.

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Eventually it came time to leave the awards show and I greeted some of my friends, thanking them for accompanying me while saying goodbyes to them. I had agreed to meet Shawn at his car so he could drive us home earlier that night and I quickly grabbed my coat to layer on top of my dress that only reached mid-thigh. The air had been growing cold recently and I wasn’t taking any chances when it came to being cold.

I quickly walked out of the enormous building and walked to the parking garage, my heels rubbing against my blisters and my arms crossing over my chest in an attempt to keep some of the heat in my body. The parking garage is only half full, taking into account that most of the guests had come with drivers rather than driving themselves. I walk through the garage and make a mental note of the sections before I spot him.

Shawn is standing, scrolling through his phone in one hand and leaning against the driver’s door of the car. I can tell that he’s tired and annoyed just be the way that he stands and also by the way he tiredly rubs his face and sighs occasionally.

“Hey, I was looking for you” I quietly say, but I know he hears me. I decide not to create conflict by mentioning the introduction as a “friend” earlier in the night and the complete negligence on his part throughout the night.

“Get in” He bluntly states as he gets in the car and quickly turns it on. I hop in the passenger’s seat and take off my coat, throwing it into the back seat of the large jeep.

He pulls out of the garage and pays for the parking. There’s quite a bit of traffic before we can make it on the highway and the tension in the car lingers through the air.

“It was a good show” I tell Shawn, who sits in his driver’s seat unphased while his head is propped up against his elbow. The car rarely scoots forward due to the cramped cars at this time of night.

“Yeah.” He simply states as he keeps looking forward.

“Justine was there” I tell him and this time he doesn’t even bother to reply.

“I spent the most of my night with her. You know, since you barely acknowledged me” My words finally seem to catch his attention as his turns his head to look at me.

“Is there a problem here?” Shawn asks as he rubs at his eyes.

“No, not really. My boyfriend just brought me to an event that I didn’t even want to go to and told me to fuck off the entire time we were there. Not a big deal.” I tell him with an annoyed glare.

“Not everything is about you, y/n. Calm down.” He clutches the wheel harder and I can see the veins that outline his forearms.

“I know that. But when you basically force me to go to an event and then refuse to say more than 3 words to me the entire night, I think I have the right to complain.” I point out. “And you blamed me for not winning the album award. What’s up with that?” I ask him.

“That album wasn’t as good as it should’ve been. I knew it, Andrew knew it, and the whole team knows it. I was distracted, and since it’s really the only album i’ve written since I met you…”

He trails off. I can’t tell whether he regrets it or not considering he isn’t apologizing yet.

My voice cracks slightly as I try to process what he’s implying.

“Are you - are you implying that i’m the reason why your album didn’t win the award?” I ask him and he stays silent. I sit in outrage due to the ridiculousness of the statement he’s just thrown at me.

“That has got to be the most ridiculous bullshit i’ve ever heard in my entire life” I say, startling him.

“Excuse me?” He looks taken aback.

He turns the car out of the traffic mess and we’re finally on a more empty highway with a smaller number of cars. He occasionally looks over at me, opening his mouth as if he’s about to say something before quickly closing it.

“I have absolutely nothing to do with you not winning that award! Shawn, I have stuck by you through every step of your career. When you couldn’t think of song lyrics, I was the one sitting there and talking to you until you finally figured them out. I attend every concert I possibly can and give you as much support as I possibly can. This album went platinum, for god sakes!”

I throw my hands up in an angry fit and his pale complexion develops a red shade.

“Are you kidding me? You’re a distraction! You’re always bothering me when i’m writing songs, giving shitty input I didn’t ask for” I feel a flash of hurt hit my chest but I assure myself that he’s just mad and we’re caught up in a moment.

“You bring me useless things to the studio as an excuse to be with me more. Newsflash y/n, if I need food while i’m writing, I can just walk to the Panera next door! You always find excuses to be around me and it’s affecting my music. Maybe you should just stop being so fucking clingy!” His voice booms in the car and there’s a sudden pause and a moment of quiet.

The car is going at a fast pace given that there are almost no other cars on the highway and I now notice that small flakes of ice are falling from the dark sky. It’s snowing, something I would’ve thought of as beautiful in any other situation, but the intensity of the argument seems to distract from the beautiful snow.

“Maybe your album just wasn’t all that great” I coldly reply. I know it’ll hurt him, but he hurt me first. And while I could choose to be the bigger person, in this situation, I choose to fire back instead.

I’m taken aback slightly when the car comes to a slow halt. I freeze, panic rushing through me at the possibility of the car malfunctioning but it is then I realize that Shawn has pulled over to the side of the road.

“What are yo-”

“Get out” He quietly replies, not an ounce of emotion laced in his voice.

“Shawn I-”

“Get out, y/n. I don’t want to talk to you right now” He says, louder this time.

“Shawn, please. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” I desperately call out. I hear the drivers door open and I realize he’s stepping out. For a split second, I think he is walking away from the car and leaving me. But just as I’m about to open my door and run after him, I realize that he is walking to my side of the car.

He opens the door to the passenger’s seat of the car and I immediately feel the cold wind on my forearms. I’m wearing a spaghetti strap dress than only reaches - at lowest - to my mid-thigh. It barely covers my body and without my coat I feel like i’m freezing.

Shawn repeats himself another time, “get out of my car”.

“Shawn, please” I shake my head and warm tears are quickly filling my eyes.

“It’s so cold out there and it’s so late. Shawn, I don’t know where we are, please.” I plead. For a split second I think I see a hint of remorse in his eyes but he proves me wrong as he harshly grabs my wrist and pulls me out of the car. I fall onto the frozen pavement, my heels falling off of my feet with my tears spilling out of my eyes. He stares at me one last time before angrily getting back into his jeep and storming off.

And while I sit barefoot on the freezing pavement, staring as his car becomes nothing more than a silhouette in the distance, all I seem to do is beg him for mercy.