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Writing Prompts #4
  1. Blue. Her hair was blue. She had blue hair. 
  2. It was a four-cups-of-coffee-before-9-am kind of day. 
  3. Her breaths came in short gasps.  
  4. Times like these called for whiskey. 
  5. It had been years since anyone had seen them - no one was sure they even existed. 
  6. No one had ever eaten that much ice cream.
  7. The only sound was the whisper of the wind between the trees.
  8. Duct Tape. Cheese. Tennis Rackets. What kind of list was this?
  9. She wasn’t sure exactly what tattoos were supposed to look like right after being done, but she was fairly certain it wasn’t supposed to be glowing
  10. The butt of a cigarette flashed briefly in the darkness.
  11. Forty-seven. Forty-seven was officially too many cookies.
  12. Who in their right mind would host a dabbing contest for middle-schoolers?
  13. She was gone by the first thaw.
  14. Dozens and dozens of flowers covered the room.
  15. There was clicking of heels across the tiled floor, and then a voice. 

I, for some reason, just now noticed that Fredbear’s had tacky carpeting instead of sterile checker tile floors. You think they switched over ‘cause hard tile floors made it easier to clean blood stains?

MIDNIGHT LAMP REDUX*

you know i hollered your name like a poem over the rooftops of cincinnati / i wept like a baby in some bathroom, can’t remember what state i was going to / you know me, i cry easy but this was different / my heart was hurting / breaking, even / …softly, the world was falling past me with all its colors and curtains and shapes / like some abstract art deco painting / a work of art / god-given tears, kissing tiled-floor: gas station lobby / the woman working there ignored me / everything was piling up around me / i tripped on my way to the car / i almost crashed into an old telephone pole backing up / i kept crying / pathetic showboat, little ol’ me / you would’ve disapproved, i was smoking and drinking an hour later / but it is what it is / leave the midnight lamp on for those of us still lost / we’ll get there, eventually / just be patient / all you gotta do is be patient / if you puke like the rest of us, at someone else’s wedding reception - well, help them clean up the mess after you’ve had a ginger ale and some ice / it’s not about bucket lists or troubadours or hot dogs or summer afternoons - even though those things are important / it’s about not listening to blowhards like me who try to tell you they know what it’s all about / that’s for you to figure out / there’s no secret message, no puzzle solved that someone else knows the answer to / it’s all a big blue mess and we’re living in it and you don’t have to like it but trying is all you can do to thank the people who have helped put you where you are right now in your current motel moment / because, after all, we’re all just passing through this town and the next / god, i love you

*this is it, my last tumblr poem (unless you guys up and decide to send me prompts which i am not opposed to, but officially this is my last un-prompted poem. hope you guys don’t hate it). i had a lot of fun writing it. i wasn’t trying to channel ginsberg or kerouac, per se, but instead i was trying to tap into that same energy they had, that lust for life, you know? i hope that came across. i know i talk too much sometimes so i’ll just end this little footnote by saying that above all i am grateful for all the opportunities i’ve had on here, to have a second chance at a blog, to meet great people, to share ideas, to share my own work. it’s been a blast. you guys will forever be in my thoughts

The Zodiac Signs as Objects

Aries: Boombox

Taurus: Bed

Gemini: Dances

Cancer: Paint

Leo: Glitter

Virgo: Tile floors

Libra: Moisturizer/lotion

Scorpio: Knife

Sagittarius: Basketball

Capricorn: Briefcase

Aquarius: Windchime

Pisces: Washing machine

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Default Grace Replacements - All Worlds

Its here , after a few days of scrolling , Ive gone and replaced all the grass textures in all worlds in the Sims 4 

Not much else to say really ……

Worlds include : Willow Creek, Parts of Oasis Springs, Newcrest, Magnolia Promenade, Windenburg, Granite falls, San Myushuno, Midnight Falls and Brindleton Bay 

Also included is a grass floor tile to match for Rooftop gardens and Penthouses 

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Don’t Freak II

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Steve Harrington x Reader

PART I | PART III | PART IV | PART V

PART II


Y/N sniffled as they continued to walk down the dark, tree lined road they had been on for the last hour. Steve looked over to her.

“Are you still crying?”

No,” Y/N huffed.

“I mean, it’s fine if you are,” Steve tried to say nonchalantly.

“I know that,” She bit back a little too aggressively.

“I wouldn’t think any less of you for crying,”

“I’m not crying, Steve!” He held his arms up in surrender.

“I’m just saying,”

“Don’t you ever get tired of ‘just saying’?” She turned the upper half of her body towards him, but kept walking.

“Don’t you ever get tired of shooting everything down?” Steve did the same.

“Don’t start,” Y/N pointed at him.

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just a bet part iv

hey whats up whATS HAPPENING

i hope y’all enjoy this and the PLOT IS THICKENING
i promise this doesnt turn out weird or anything, i promise it ALL MEANS SOMETHING ALSO IF YALL WANNA MAKE PLAYLISTS OR MOODBOARDS PLEASE DO I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

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okay ily all

part onepart two, part three, part five

summary:  beverly bets richie he can’t get with the new kid, eddie, in under three months. richie disagrees

pairing: eddie and richie

words: 1550




2 months and 18 days remaining

Richie let out a long sigh as his alarm went off. He laid still with his eyes closed for a few moments, slowly managing to drag himself out of his warm bed. He sluggishly made his way to the bathroom connected to his room and turning on the shower faucet. Richie peeled his sleeping clothes off, letting them fall to the cold tile floor. He reached his hand into the shower and felt the water heating up. Richie narrowed his eyes in an attempt to help him see where he was going but it was no use. He couldn’t see for shit without his glasses which were still sitting on his bedside table. Richie stepped into the warm water, leaning his head back as the feeling of sudden warmth invaded his body.

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Home Alone -- Billy Hargrove

Requested: “Can I have a smutty billy one? Like you open the door in your robe maybe like Mrs. Wheeler did but you’re his age😂 and he just can’t handle it. If it could be super smutty with like choking that would be good. Thank you ❤️” “I need me some rough billy smut man, just some pure fucking.” “hey, was wondering if you could do a really smutty imagine w/ billy x female reader. Maybe he pursues her for a while but she keeps teasing him and he’s not used to because he usually charming girls in an instant, in the end she reciprocates and maybe really passionate rough smut? Thanks!”

Warnings: Smut (16+). Rough sex. Unprotected sex.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: With your house empty, and your mind trained on Billy, you call him and tell him to come over.

Words: 1524

Listen to: Sexual by NEIKED and I’m So Sorry by Imagine Dragons

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Glasses — Part One

Title: Glasses [1/3]

Pairing: Richie Tozier x Reader

Type: Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Summary: Richie sees you, a fresh face in Derry, and thinks maybe you’re cute. He talks to you, and thinks maybe you’re cool too. He sees you put on your huge, dorky glasses, and thinks maybe he’s a little in love.

New school, new life. That was the deal.

One you hadn’t been too happy to accept initially. You’d had a perfectly good life back home, with friends and grades and, you know, a social life. And it probably would have panned out into a slightly-boring but happy lifetime if your parents didn’t decide to up and haul ass to this dust-speck of a town in the good old US of A, but they did and here you are.

Friendless, sullen and vaguely intimidated as you stand on the outskirts of the grounds of your new middle school in Derry.

Admittedly, the town wasn’t too bad. It yielded loads of forests and even a quarry which you were eager to explore. A downside was the open plan of sewers, and openings cropped up everywhere - in sidestreets, beside lakes, in the middle of the road. The middle school you were standing outside now was rustic-looking, a little bit of an eyesore, somehow grand and shabby at the same time, and crawling with people.

You shouldered your bag and went ahead through the doors.

Inside was a slightly less-busy hallway. Your schedule was in your palm, folded eight times over in a mini nervous breakdown over cereal that morning. You’d only moved schools once, and you’d been too young to remember it, so being the new girl was an entirely new experience for you. A gradually-rising sense of diluted dread began to rise slowly inside you as you unfolded your schedule, checking out your first lesson.

Design Tech. Of course.

Now you swallowed, panic setting in. The hallway was growing swollen with passing students with only ten minutes until first bell, none of whom gave you a second glance after the first curious one. You could spot no teachers you could ask about the location of the DT classroom. The school was large, and you saw at least three separate blocks from the courtyard. Anyone of them could hold your class. You swallowed, nervously toying with the hem of your sleeves, entirely unbeknownst to the several pairs of curious eyes fixated on you from across the hallway.

The Losers Club looked on, each taking in your expression, a pitying hybrid of bemusement and panic as you dithered on the spot, turning one way and turning the next, looking for a class that wasn’t there.

“She looks lost,” was what Stan chose to break the silence with, startling his friends from their reverie. He glanced at the three of them. “Should we…?”

Eddie shrugged, dropping his gaze. Bill made to go forward but was stopped in his tracks by a hand flying to meet his chest. He looked in surprise to where Richie had halted him, as the skinny boy squared his shoulders in a mockery of slick confidence.

“I got this one boys,” he said, before readjusting his glasses and sauntering off. The illusion of confidence was slightly shattered by him stumbling over a sticking-out foot on his way over, and Stan groaned, turning around to lean his face against a locker.

“I can’t even look,” he said in a muffled voice, but Bill and Eddie certainly could.

Meanwhile, you were panicking so much you figured you were on the edge of an anxiety attack, and the tentative touch of a hand on your arm made you jump so violently your schedule slipped from your grasp, floating down to graze the floor.

“Shit!”

You watched, startled, as a boy around your age with a head of curly, dark hair, a Hawaiian-style flannel, bright eyes and huge, red glasses too big for his snubbed nose ducked swiftly to retrieve your schedule.

“Um - sorry about that. Didn’t mean to like, scare you.”

“No!” You took the schedule from his proffering grasp, so swiftly you almost gave him a paper cut. “No, no no no, that’s okay. I just…” you trailed off awkwardly, absently folding the paper again. “First day, y’know.”

“Right,” he laughed it off nervously. “It’s just, uh… my friends and me, we saw you looked kind of…”

“Like I wanted to be literally anywhere else but here?” you supplied. “Huh. I thought I’d hidden that pretty well.”

His chuckle came more naturally this time. “I could help you find your class, if you-” he broke off quite suddenly, shifting his feet. “Y’know. If you want. Or I could just tell you where to find it.”

“Actually, I’d love it if you would show me.” You smiled gratefully, unfolding your paper, and squinting at the small print. “I have Design Tech first with… Ms Greene?”

He frowned. “Which classroom?”

You squinted again. You could only make out two blobs of black ink, fuzzy to the eye. And as the seconds ticked on with you trying to decipher the two dark digits, and the silence stretched on, growing more awkward by the second, you reluctantly caved.

He has them too, you told yourself as you fished into your right pocket. It’s not like he can judge.

Reluctantly, you drew out your glasses - thickly-framed and slightly too large for your head - and slid them on. The blobs took sharp form immediately. DT5.

You looked up. The boy was watching you with a slightly open-mouthed expression, eyes glazed in an almost comical way. You fidgeted, cleared your throat, and he jumped out of the daze. A tide of red flooded his pale cheeks.

“It’s uh, DT5,” you supplied gently, and he smiled in relief from the awkward moment.

“Cool,” he said faintly. “That’s upstairs. I’ll take you, if you still want me to.”

“Please,” you answered, tucking the timetable away. You began to walk, and you glanced at him. You still didn’t know his name. “I’m Y/n, by the way.”

“Richie Tozier,” he replied in a surer voice. “But you can call me your future husband.”

You scoffed, reaching up to remove your glasses as you walk, but your hand stayed when Richie blurted out, “I think they look great.”

Too startled to even move your hand, all you could muster up was, “Huh?”

The blush returned. It was painfully dark, from the tips of his ears to the contours of his thin face. “The glasses. You shouldn’t be ashamed of them. They’re kinda hot,” he added almost as an afterthought, and though you burst out laughing, you felt your hand drop back to your side, your glasses still firmly on your face as you resumed the trail to DT5.

Eventually you found it, and as you reached the door, you turned to Richie. “Thanks, Richie.” And not just for helping me find a classroom, either. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“You could have lunch with us!” he offered slightly too eagerly. “Me and my friends, we always eat on the wall outside the Art block. You can meet us there, if you want.”

You considered briefly, then smiled. “Sure. I’ll be there.”

“Cool.” He kicked the tiled floor semi-awkwardly. “See you around then.”

“Yeah.” You grinned, turned and walked into your first class, confidence raging like a fire in your gut. You didn’t see Richie hover outside the door just to watch you for the next three minutes. You didn’t see how he was late to his first lesson, or the looks of open-mouthed shock his friends gave him as he sauntered in with a smirk on his face and a blush on his cheeks.

You didn’t see the doodles of a pair of large, thickly-framed glass dotted all over his exercise books that draw, carved in ink covering a whole page with the memory of you burned bright into his brain.

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Where you wear something harry likes and steals you away just to show you how much he really does like it…

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Y/n was very hot

LA was currently being hit with a heat wave and she was not taking it very well. Y/n wasn’t use to this type of weather. She originally from a small town up near north of Washington, right smack dab outside the border of Canada. So living in a place where it would get as hot as 110 and cold as 60 was something she was not ever going to get use to. She living in Washington with her family for 21 years till she decided to leave and pursue her dreams. Y/n has always been a big animal lover, ever since she has lived right next to a huge lake she has became very fond with the animals that live deep down inside. After getting her degree in marine biology at the University of Washington she knew it was time to start living out her dream. After many and many more applications y/n got a call back from the Marine Mammal Care Center. It’s been years since she have moved to this small cozy apartment up in Playa Vista. Ever since y/n came to California her life has truly been better than ever, her career was really taking off,  was eating great food and went on amazing adventures but most of all met great people. The most important person that she came across was her boyfriend Harry, Harry Styles. Yes the Harry Styles that use to be the in the boyband One Direction but all of the boys have gone their own paths and became solo artists. Now some time after parting their own ways life has just been just getting better for the both of them. Y/n is happy at her job doing what she loves and Harry has now about to start touring the world promoting his first solo album. Before Harry packs his bags and leaves us all for for almost a year Jeff and Y/n decided to have a secret goodbye party for Harry. They all set it right in Harry’s backyard when he was away preparing for tour and shopping around with Harry Lambert to get all of his wardrobe together. Harry was in on it and tried to keep Harry out as long as possible so he wouldn’t come in and crash the whole surprise. Jeff and Y/n invited so many people to the party which included friends and family, they flew Anne, Gemma and Michal out. They catered food in and had a designer come in to help with the much need decorations up and all around the house. They had set up lights everywhere stringing all over the home to bright up the sky since it started to turn sun down before Harry would finally return back home. There was an open bar and an endless playlist of music to play throughout the entire night. Just as things were getting finished up y/n got a text message from Lambart saying that him and Harry would be showing up any minute.

“Harry will be here any minute, everyone get ready” she yelled out to get everyone’s attention, she looks over at Anne, Gemma and Michal. She gives all three a big smile when jogging over to them all and grabs a hold of their hands to hide, to duck away from Harry’s sight. All three of them hid behind the big black leather couch that Harry and y/n picked out when they were in about 6 months of their relationship. Crouching down on the cold tiled floor trying to keep a still so she won’t fall over, silently waiting for Harry to pop in through the door. In the moment she can hear the ever so slightly sound of the hand on the clock tick as each second passes by. Her head shoots up when she recognizes the sound of jingling keys and two voices coming from outside of the front door.

The door gets pushed open and she can tell that it’s Harry right away with the black leather Gucci loafers he stepped out in the early morning, the deep laugh he has whenever someone tells him a joke. Just then as he turns out to all of our clear view everyone pops up to him surprise. “SURPRISE” everyone yells out simultaneously when he steps his way into the living room. The surprise causing harry’s eyes to go big and his arms raise up to his face shocked at what is all happening

“Oh my god wow what is going on?” Harry gasps, stunned that everyone is here. Scanning his eyes all over to everyone till landing them on me. He stretches a big smile, causing his cheeks to turn red and one of his dimpled popping out on his left cheek. He drops the bags that he had resting on his forearms and puts them on the living room floor. He says a quick hello and shakes everyone’s hand, giving some hugs with some congrats from some friends. When he finally reaches the end to Y/n, Anne, Gemma and Michal he instantly pulls his mom into a big hug with a kiss to each cheek. Saying his thank you’s and telling them all how much he is happy to see them. He shakes Michal’s hand and pulls him into a side hug “hey man, good to see you” harry greets smiling back at him and looking over at Gemma and giving her a wink. When his eyes shift over to y/n he gets this sudden feeling, like everything else is a blur and she is the only thing he can see. The world stops spinning and the only two people in the room are them both.

“Y/n baby” he says reaching over to rest both of his hands into hers. Embracing his fingers into hers and raising it up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of her hand. Staring at all of the features of his face, even all of his flaws. The way when he smiles he gets deep dimples on his cheeks, that she gets a sudden urge to poke with the tip of her finger. The way that his hair is tossed like he has been running his fingers through it when he is slightly stressed. His golden tanned skin that he must of gotten from being all out this afternoon. He is so beautiful and all hers.

“Congrats Harry” she tells him pulling him in for an embrace. Wrapping her arms around him and nuzzling her face into the side of his neck. She can smell the warm sweet smell of strawberries and vanilla in his hair. He must of gotten into her shampoo and used it this morning when he taken a hot shower. She kisses the side of his neck lightly, rubbing and snuggling her nose taking in the smell of him. Making a trail up to his cheek with her lips, pressing her lips in wanting him to feel her love for him. Love being this close to him, love having him back home after not seeing him all day. The only interaction was him kissing her lips tenderly and whispering a goodbye when she was half asleep and in a matter of seconds he was running out the door.

“I am so happy to see you” Harry whispers into her ear, she can feel the light tickle of his breath as it barely breaths on the side of her cheek. He slowly runs his hands down her back, letting his fingertips dancing gliding further till he strikingly drops them and she gets the cue to pull away. When being pulled back into the reality of the party and the people that must be starting to stare at their unwillingness to detach from one another.

“I love you” She says smiling not wanting to take her eyes off of him, she feels like he might just disappear if she does for one moment. He raises his hand up and rests it on her left cheek, rubbing it and she leans her face into him. He lets go and turns her around, wanting her to be by his side. As much as he does love having her close up in his arms, feeling her warmth up against his body. Her skin is sweet like honey, eyes that could kill and body that is dangerous.

“I love you too” He says thinking about, why unexpected affection in front of his family? He took her right hand in his and squeezed it to reassure her. She just feels so screwed up in the head, to love a man that is so brilliant and beautiful. But she doesn’t care and life will take her as things go. If she is judged and considered crazy then so be it, because Harry is the only thing she really needs in life.

“Aren’t you two the cutest thing ever” Anne comments, taking away the attention from them both and directing it back over to them three. Harry and y/n giggling, getting internally flustered over everyone catching up on Harry and y/n’s conversation. Y/n growing up in a world where she just loved the idea of love and searched for it, but she didn’t know exactly what it was at that time. When she left all of her family back in Washington she never expected her life to turn around like this. She never thought that having a life involving a man like this was ever gonna happen to her.

“They act like this all the time mom, they can’t ever take their hands off of each other” Gemma says playfully rolling her eyes looking over Michal to see his reaction. But he ends up just laughing back at her and rubbing the back of his head looking over at another direction. “Hey what’s that look for?” Harry whines playfully back, making a little pout with his bottom lip. One minute he can look so manly with his deep voice and his muscle with his lean figure. Then next he can look like a little baby with his whining for love and affection, so vulnerable.

“Just kidding, just stating a fact that you both are very much attached to the hip” Gemma states to them smiling at the both, happy at just the fact that her brother has finally found his happy place. After that day he left knowing that was the last time her brother would just be the Harry Styles that was from Homes Chaples she knew he was gonna become something big. All she ever wanted in life was for was him to be happy, to do what he wants to do and surround himself with the right people. She could tell at one point that Harry started to get a bit lonely after he left One Direction. But the day that he came to visit her and expressed that he met someone she just knew that this girl must be special. With the way that he was smiling when speaking about her, when getting nervous and rambling on and on to their mother and her about y/n they both knew that this is what he was missing.

“Just don’t get pregnant, not yet” Anne comments laughing, but y/n knows deep down that she is being serious with the both of them. Harry’s eyes bulge out when hearing what his mother just spoke. He starts to cough, feeling shocked and getting choked up at what his mother said but also a little embarrassed that his mother would bring that up in front of everyone. He pulls himself together, covering his mouth and laughs out about it not taking it too seriously. As much as Harry loves children and loves the idea of children, loves the idea of having children one day with y/n but at this moment in his life he is nowhere near ready. The fairytale of one day in the future starting a family and having something he created with someone he loves, like y/n is something as beautiful as a dream.

Life for Harry has truly been taking off, in the best ways. Yes he has had his ups and downs but still he is doing what he loves. Living in anyone’s dream who else is wanting to pursue the life as an artist. Being with the music and getting to create what you want and what mindset you have, truly is like a living dream but in ways can be a nightmare. But when he is having this empty feeling in his heart that he doesn’t know how to fill, not with music not with friends or family not with excotic trips will fix it. When Harry met y/n he never thought that this is how his life would be. When he first saw her he thought she was just like a beam of light that lit up the entire room, he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She just had this soul that was so inviting, like when you were a young child seeing someone you liked and you would get butterflies for no apparent reason. Y/n was a drug to Harry, pure ecstasy running through his veins creating this rush of euphoria.

“Mom we aren’t ready for that, don’t worry” Harry says, correcting his mother. He looks down to see the reaction that y/n has pulled but she doesn’t have much of one. Well if she did he is more leaning on her looking a little flustered, but she truly seems fine. Harry squeezes the hand that has been resting in his to see if she is okay. She looks up at him and gives him a loving smile. She lifts her hand up and pulls his face down to her’s, kissing the side of his cheek lightly with her red tinted lips. “Yes we aren’t there yet in our lives, but one day” y/n says smiling over to them up. Running her fingers up and down on Harry’s back, lightly skimming his shoulder blades with her fingertips.

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As the night went on and Harry and y/n went around their home talking to many people. Everyone just being very welcoming, speaking highly of Harry and how they all see such a bright future coming his way. After Harry left One Direction he did start to get lonely, he was scared. Scared of what his life was coming to and if this was going to be the end for him. He was having a bit of an identity crisis, not knowing what he wanted to do with his life. But when everyone around him just told him to do what he wanted to, and now he is here. About to start traveling for a world tour, longer than y/n truly would like but she knows that it will be good for him.

Harry excused himself and jogged over to the bar to grab y/n and him another drink, specifically another gin and tonic with extra lime. Y/n was left standing here alone in the corner frontal entrance of her and Harry’s house. Trying to keep all thoughts to herself till she he hears shuffling and talking coming from behind her till she realizes that it is Anne and Gemma. “Y/n, what are you standing here all alone?” Gemma says and pulls y/n into a side hug, wrapping her left arm around y/n’s neck feeling like she might suffocate her any moment now. She looks over at Anne on the other side to see her reaction of her daughter’s actions. “Just waiting for Harry to return back with my drink”

“You and Harry are just the cutest thing ever, when are you guys getting married” Gemma asks me, Y/n smiles at first but does still get a bit nervous over the question. Her and Harry have been together for awhile now and marriage have come up a few times but nothing taken truly too serious. Just then Harry returns and with the look upon on his face she can tell that he must of heard Gemma.

“Gemma can you please stop bugging my girlfriend” Harry speaks up, looking down at them confused about why they would speaking up about this. Harry does truly love this girl and wants to spend the rest of his life with her but he likes where his life is right now and doesn’t want to mess anything up. Before Harry met Y/n he wasn’t such a big fan of serious relationships, he was with a few women here and there but nothing lasted. Then he was introduced to Y/n by a mutual friend and she has been everything he thinks about since. He remembers their first date and how he took her out to this supposedly secluded restaurant but you know how the paps are, they will always find you. Well that morning Harry was awakened to many texts messages from his management, many articles and photos up online about them two and many tweets from fans. He soon after talking to Jeff about what was gonna happen and what he should do he called Y/n. He was nervous to hear her reaction and see how she would like knowing that her face was plastered all over the internet. Feeling worried that people would find her social media and send her some rude messages that could cause her to be upset. When he rang her up and explained the situation to her and her opinion of it he knew that she was the one. She actually took a laugh to it and she told him that she knew the situation she was getting in dating the world famous Harry Styles.

“You look pretty sexy tonight” Harry says finally catching a glimpse of what she was wearing. She had some shorts on that showed a lot of thigh, more than harry expected since his mother is around but he really is not complaining. On top she had a bright yellow cropped top that showed off a bit of her stomach. Y/n most of the time didn’t show off much skin but once in awhile she did and sure did it excite Harry.

“Harry stop, people are around” Y/n says when Harry starts to run his fingers up and down, lightly dancing his fingertips on her back. Getting a good feel of the open skin on her back, the soft strands of the hair that are standing up from the slight cold touch that was just holding his glass. Harry chuckled to himself, finding is soothing knowing that in the moment of his life he was looking at y/n first off in her face. As sexy and sexually attracted he was to her he knew deep down that y/n was much more than that. He knew from day one and hearing her speak the first few words to him he knew that he would marry this woman one day.

“I’m sorry baby, but being stuck shopping around all day a man’s brain does wonder to some naughty thoughts… even if those thoughts are of you with your legs wrapped around my waist as I fuck the life out of your pussy” Harry whispers, lowering his lips down to her ear keeping his words low so only the two of them could hear.

“Oh my god… Harry, are you trying to kill me” y/n loudly whispers. Turning her face up at Harry’s and clutching his dress shirt with her fist. Pulling him down closer to her face, so close that he can feel her hot breath hitting his cheek. She lets go and raising her hand up to his face, lightly grazing her fingers down to his lips feeling the urge to kiss them. So pink, plump and soft, his lips are so kissable. Even after years together she can never stop thinking about kissing him, wanting to feel them all over her body.

“I’m sorry baby girl but did you really think that you could wear something that is so little right in front of me, and just not expect me to do anything about it” He strictly says to her, kissing the side of her cheekbone letting his lips rest upon there. He lets go and raises his body up off of her, y/n doesn’t make any reaction to his statement. He starts to walk away from her but decides to turn away to see if she has finally caught her attention. She has her head turned slightly just to catch him in the corner of her eye, even with the small sight she has she can still see the smirk playing on his face. With that kind of look, the darkness in his eyes and the small turn of smile on his lips y/n just knows what the night will come to.

As y/n stands there alone again while Harry went to socialize with Jeff, Mitch and y/n stood there left with all of her thoughts. Harry loved teasing y/n in public, even if they were in a big crowd of people he didn’t care. Just last month at one of his shows they were seducing and eye fucking each other till later that night when they both were all alone. The way his body felt on top of y/n’s and his hips moving in sync with her own. They had to stay quiet so no one would hear them and Harry was not afraid to use his words during sex. Y/n tried her best to keep her voice low and Harry would continuously have to bite the side of her neck to cover up his moans, but it ended up resulting into giving her some bruising.

She continued to sip on her drink, the cold rush of the gin running down her throat giving her this burning feeling in her stomach. She is starting to feel a bit tipsy, Y/n is a bit of a light weight since she doesn’t get to drink as much. Deep down she knew before she decided to get out of bed after Harry lightly kissed her lips half asleep and the cold morning breeze coming from the half open window that she had to do something to keep Harry’s eyes a little preoccupied for the night. She could still feel his eyes wandering over in her direction, she turned back in his way seeing him leaned up against the island having a conversation with Jeff but still that couldn’t keep Harry’s mind off of what you look like underneath of your clothing. The way your shorts rise up every time you even move an inch, how tight your top is and how short it is going past your belly button. Like how Harry has had the thought before “What was y/n up to? Why was she wearing this? Especially in front of his mother and sister, He needed to figure this out.”

On cue just as y/n expected Harry returned back to her, not surprised that he couldn’t keep himself busy with his friends. She can feel him coming up behind her, the loud sound of his boots with each step he takes. She has her back turned to him, smiling to herself knowing exactly how affectionate Harry is gonna be for the rest of the night…not like she is complaining. She feels his hot breath weaving up to the top of her earlobe and down her spine, the smooth touch made her body jerk a bit and feeling goosebumps rise. Harry reaches down and clutches her hand in his own, her limp fingers resting in his fist still not making any notion to his existence. He leans down to her level, his body towering right over her would probably almost freak and skid herself out of his embrace if she didn’t know who it was. He lightly steals a couple of kisses from her shoulder, pecking across the warm tan skin. The sweet smell of sugar was making him smile, just feeling so lucky to have such a beautiful woman in his life.

“Let’s go upstairs” she hears the low grown of tone coming out of Harry’s mouth, making her head tilt up and her awareness on high alert. She turns and shifts her body to get even a better view of his intentions for the night. With his body language and the way that he is looking at her in this manner she can tell that he isn’t for any fun in games anymore, unless that involves them both undressing no clothing and naked bodies moving together to create such a beautiful thing in humanity.

She doesn’t respond, she just turns and grasps his hand. She knows deep down that she wants the same thing. She isn’t gonna deprive and stop herself from being happy, from spending some alone time with her love even if other people are around and they do need to sneak away. He grips onto her hands and quickly pulls her with him up to their shared bedroom. She looks behind still having the sight of the crowd full of people lingering in their home. She wanted to watch out and to make sure that no one has noticed both of their sudden absence, but she knew that most of their friends would soon realize why Harry and y/n are gone. The coast is clear and they both speed over to the bed and close the door right behind the both of them, shutting it slowly making sure not to make any sound.

“Come here baby girl, let daddy show you how much he loves you” Harry makes his way out to her, sitting down on their bed with his arms behind leaning on the bed to keep his balance. He’s staring at her, head leaning down gawking at her like she is a piece of meat. She is his prey and he is her predator, looking more than just to eat her.

Y/n listens to Harry’s command and strides over to him, taking each step slowly making him get frustrated each second he waits. She is staring right back at him with the same look, not getting intimidated. The atmosphere is stronger than ever, the feeling of lust almost wanting to choke her to death. She finally reaches Harry and instantly takes a seat down on his lap not asking for any kind of permission. She wraps her arms around his neck running her hands up and through his hair, pushing her breasts out to pull his attention down to her body. Watching the way that his eyes scan over her, the curve to her hips when he hold on to them and moving down to her ass, giving it a nice squeeze and smack. The way that she reacts to his touch and the rubbing of his hands all over her body makes up so many memories of them together. The way that Harry reacts when y/n is on top of him, the way her hips rise up and down creating a rhythm with each thrust he gives.

Harry slides his hands under her shirt feeling the curves of her plump breast over her bra and sliding his fingers over the straps. Pulling her top over her head ready to see what is underneath, what he has been waiting to see all night long. When he rips it off he drops it down next on the floor Harry looks back up, this beautiful girl in front of him fresh faced all flustered from the making out. Her hair tousled from Harry continuously running his fingers and pulling at it. Harry reaches behind y/n and unclips her bra she reaches down with him and helps him, she still keeps her head down scanning over her now naked chest. Harry reaches down and lifts her focus back up to him, wanting her to connect back to him.

Harry stands up abruptly and pulls his t-shirt over his head, soon realizes that they don’t have much time to just be sitting around. As much as Harry would love to take all night to explore her body and showing her how much he loves her, but it’s just not one of those nights. Y/n gets the idea and removes her shorts with him, pulling both of their undergarments slowly sliding her panties down hitting the floor. They both stand there looking at each other, the cold breeze from the air making her arm hair stand up, because of that she feels the urge to get Harry close to her. She gently lays down on their bed, scooting her body up closer to the head board. Harry walks right next to her, Y/n lays there with her eyes closed as Harry dances his fingers up her arm.

“Baby, we gotta hurry” y/n acknowledged, Harry smiles and listens to her advice. Laying on top of her and taking advantage of the moment. They start kissing right away, the soft feeling of her lips on his. Takes him back to the very first time that they kissed, since the day they met Harry could not stop thinking about having her lips on top of his. She opens her mouth for him letting him slide his tongue in, at this point Harry knows exactly what y/n wants from him. Harry stretches down lifts her hips up gripping tightly to her love handles. Y/n was always insecure about her body, she always felt like since she had a few curves and some meat on her bones that I wasn’t attracted to her… but oh was she so wrong. Harry loved everything y/n had and more to give each and every day. Her smooth velvet like skin that he loved to rub and grab at every time she was ever so near him.

Harry rubs and grinds his crotch onto her, wanting to see her reaction just with a simple touch. She suddenly lets out a soft moan laying back and closes her eyes, the sound is like music to his ears. “Harry baby, I want you” she begs him, reaching down and grasps him making Harry jump and laugh at her unexpected touches. Harry doesn’t wait one second and listens to y/n request, Sitting up and lift her hips up and pushing her legs back to get a better position.

“Oh you want this, you want this baby” Harry says grabbing his erect cock and rubs the tip up againsts her pussy, trying to stimulate and collect some of her wetness. She lets out another moan and giggles at Harry’s actions, reaching down to where he is touching her. She grasps him again wanting to help him, Harry smiles and laughs at her moving his hips further against her. He feels himself slowly start to slide into her, the head of his cock poking into her warm wet walls. Harry throws his head back at the feeling, god he misses this feeling so much he thinks. He hasn’t been able to experience this with her in quite awhile, since he has been so busy getting ready to go on tour he hasn’t been able to have some alone time with her.

“God you feel so good” Harry moans out, not wanting to wait one minute to not being in her. He pushes in further urging his way in, watching the expression to play on her face, loving to see how she would react to his touches. He can feel that the way that she is squeezing his arms and running her fingernails down his back that he is making her feel good. Harry wanted to play dirty, he wanted to make her scream and make her beg, but he wasn’t gonna make her get what she wanted so easily. Even though laying here on top her with her wrapped around him and just in a matter of seconds he could fuck her and cum so quickly, but he wanted to play some games.

Harry sits up lifting up his torso and arms but not pulling himself out of her. Y/n notices the sudden stop of Harry and her lost of touch with his warm body. “Harry baby, what are you doing?” y/n questions harry, not understanding what Harry’s intentions are. He seemed so focused on having sex and getting in her pants, but now she’s worried that something may be wrong. Harry smiling and looking down at her, laughing to himself feeling ready to see what else he can do to get y/n to submit to him.

“It’s gonna take a lot more of you giving yourself to me to fuck your pussy” Harry says smirking and leans down to her ear, smirking against her ear and kissing the side of her cheek. He stays there still wanting to get her worked up, he knows that she is laying there with so many thoughts running through her mind at this moment. Y/n wants to feel him closer, the hard feeling of his cock inside of her and the pulsating of it makes her feel some what sane. His chest to her, the heavy breathing she can feeling from his breath and the slow drawn out touches on her body. She knows what she has to get Harry to give it all up, for him to listen to her begging and take care of her needs.

“Fuck me daddy” Y/n whispers in his ear, smiling to herself because she knows that she has him. She knows when saying that to him that he wouldn’t be able to control himself, she rarely ever called him that. Daddy wasn’t her favorite thing to pull out during sex, she does love rough sex but when your boyfriend is gonna be away for many months she wants something loving to come about in the bedroom. But with the situation with not having much time and knowing that this will get Harry off the quickest is probably the best bet.

Harry leans back up and smiles down at her, reaching down to her legs and putting them over his shoulders and gets right to work not wanting to waste any time. He starts to thrust up against her body, still holding her down so he would be able to get a better position. She starts to cry out, reaching up to Harry’s neck and pulls him down to her. She presses her lips to his, wanting to feel something intimate with him even though they can’t be here for much longer. Harry smiles into the kiss and squeezing tighter onto her thighs. Their lips pull apart and Harry notices a line of spit connected to the both of them, so Harry licks his lips and smirks and snaps a smile at her. “Fuck Harry yes faster, fuck my pussy” y/n moaned out, reaching and gripping onto the back of Harry’s head.

“Oh you like this, you like this baby” Harry trying to tease her, she pouts and throws her head back not being able to give much reaction. A growl rumbling through Harry’s body, he’s grinding down to her hips and gritting his teeth “God you feel so good little girl, you take me so well” As good as y/n feels he knows he doesn’t have much time to take in the moment and that they need to hurry up and finish. The soft kiss to his lips the smell of his skin that tastes sweet at strawberry champagne. But the feeling rushing through her body was like a roller coaster that she never wanted to end, like the rush of heroin to a drug addict she just couldn’t get enough.

She reaches down to where they meet and starts to rub and play at her clit, needing more stimulation getting closer to the end. She doesn’t want this to end, she loves this and loves being connected to Harry. A second of sadness and worries run through her head but instantly tries to block them out, not wanting Harry to see her like this and not wanting to ruin the last few hours they do have together. Harry continues to rock inside of her, feeling the pulsing of her walls wrapped around him causing him to get closer and closer to him finishing. The feeling his balls smack up against her bum and the stretching of his cock around her wet pink slick walls. He knew in any moment that he was gonna cum, he was gonna have the feeling of his cock pulsating and throbbing inside of her pussy. The background sounds of the commotion of people still downstairs, thankful that there is still a party going on not wanting their absence unnoticed for too long. Y/n could lay here wrapped up in Harry’s arm for the rest of her existence and never leave, the only place she feels whole and loved is with him.

“God y/n I’m gonna cum” Harry moans out to her, tightly gripping onto her hips and pounding hard into her. He looks up and squeezes his eyes shut not taking in any mind of her and just wants to feel her’s and his body together. Cherishing the very last few minutes they have till they both finish and will have to return to the party. The curve to her body from her hips to her back and leading to her breasts, Harry softly gripping and squeezing. Y/n moans out when he does so and clutches her hand on top of his to hold him onto her, loving his hands on her body.

“Ahhh yes Harry yes I’m coming” Y/n yells out, not caring if anyone can hear her and Harry didn’t seem to notice much either. His thrusts start to get sloppy and messy, meaning he is about to cum. He leans down and puts his face into her neck grunting and gritting his teeth, trying to ride out the last final moments. “Christ fucking hell y/n ughh ah, my sweet y/n yes make me feel so good” Harry yells out, biting onto her shoulder trying to muffle out any of the sounds he is making. Gripping tightly onto her hips, digging his fingernails into her skin feeling like he almost might break through. When she feels his grips loosen and his hands unclench, lips start to softly kiss on her neck that this is it.

Harry lifts his head and looks at her saying nothing, both have no expression to their face. Harry gets a rush and rolls himself off of her, y/n feeling a sudden cold and loneliness without having Harry’s touch with her. She looks over at him turning her head laying her cheek down, staring at him seeing to get his attention. Harry is smiling from ear to ear, confused on what he is so happy about. “What you smiling about mister?” Y/n questions Harry, reaching her hand up to his face and turning himself towards her way. His hair is a mess and his skin is glowing with dried up drops of sweat.

“Just in love” Harry answers, pulling y/n into him nuzzling herself into his chest. They stay there together taking in the last few moments together before they get dressed and head back to the reality of their life. Y/n pulls apart from Harry and sits up, Harry still lying behind knowing that he will be more of a struggling getting up and out of bed just like every morning. She gets up out of bed and grabs her clothing up off of the floor and lays them on the bed getting ready to re dress. Harry smirks watching her pay not attention to him and his stare, reach up to grasp her hand wanting her to turn to him.

“I don’t wanna go” Harry states, wrapping his fingers and intertwining them with hers. She turns to him turning her top inside out and slipping it back over her head. Looking over Harry gazing at him, lying naked in bed a sweaty mess but full stupid giggles and laughs. Harry is always like this after sex, he just keep in his happiness or to express his love so he laughs and is very goofy. Y/n grips hard onto his hand and decide to pull him up off the bed, not answering back to him and him just following through with what he needs to do. Y/n picks up his things and help him get dressed pulling his such way too skinny jeans and his soft satin button up but leaving out a few showing his chest. Running your finger through his hair trying to use them as a makeshift brush to clean him up a bit, and to make him look like he didn’t just have a wild sexcapaid like we did just minutes ago.

“Thanks babe” Harry says smiling down at her looking right into her eyes, running his hand through her hair and laying it right under her cheek. Leaning down and kissing her lips, parting her lips for him but not deeping it to much so they won’t get trapped into kissing for to long. Y/n soon let go and lean back down onto her feet, turning back around walking my way over to the door. Harry followers right behind her catching up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing the top of her making her feel so loved. Laughing to herself that this all started just because of what she choose to wear today. But for now on they will they will be returning back to the party like nothing even happened.

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hope you all enjoyed the story i worked very hard on it and would love some feedback thank you have a good day - maddy

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Pairing(s): Richie Tozier x Eddie Kaspbrak

Warnings: ADHD, swearing (?)

a/n: hey, do you guys remember when i wrote something happy? yeah, me neither :,)  — also, i have no clue how to write about ADHD so i did some research and this is all i could come up with, sorry if it’s inaccurate!!

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Hindsight (Part 5)

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary: Hindsight is always 20/20. Sometimes it takes seeing people through someone else’s eyes to see the truth. (Friends into Lovers)

TAGGING IS CLOSED - Final Chapter to be posted November 22!

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Bucky stomps his way to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator, he takes a sip, silently fuming.  He perches himself on a stool and leans down to rest his head on his crossed arms in front of him.  He wasn’t sure what this feeling was that had settled in his gut.  He thought he loved Jeanette, he was going to marry her, so of course he had to have some feelings for her.  But Y/n…it hits him all at once, the memories triggering moments and feelings he had never felt with anyone, not even Jeanette.

Everything about you made him happy.  From the way you spoke to him, to the way you made him laugh, even when you were mad at him, you still had a way of making him feel…something.  That something he now knew was love.  Why had he wasted so much time?  You had been right, men really were dumber than women.

He couldn’t remember anyone he was closer with except Steve.  Steve knew everything about him, the good, the bad, the ugly.   He literally had no secrets from Steve, they both knew each other too well.   You were the only person who came close to knowing him as well as Steve did.  Is that why he had never noticed?  Did he not want to lose you, like he had almost lost Steve?  Looking back over your entire relationship, he saw now what Jeanette and everyone else had seen.  How could he have been so blind?  He loved you, not Jeanette.

The sound of high heels on the tile floor of the kitchen has Bucky raising his head, Jeanette came to a stop beside him, placing her arm around his shoulders.  “Where have you been baby?  I wanted to go over some stuff for the wedding.”

‘Baby’ the name has Bucky grimacing, the whine of Jeanette’s voice suddenly unbearably annoying to him.  Jeanette sits on a stool opposite Bucky on the other side of the counter.  She looks at him with an expectant smile which Bucky does not return.  “Why didn’t you tell me you thought Y/n had feelings for me?”

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