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The Hard Deck I.

Pairing: Rooster x Bisexual Female O.C.

Authors Note: Hello! This is my first fic on this account, not my first fic ever but my first on this account! I've been really into Top Gun recently, and I've seen Maverick twice now. This won't be the first installment of this fic, so make sure you stay tuned!

Synopsis: In which Charley, the daughter of Pete (Maverick) Mitchell, breaks the one rule she's set for herself, "save yourself the inevitable heartache and never date an aviator," because of the uncanny and irresistible charm of Bradley (Rooster) Bradshaw.

Warnings: Mentions of an age gap, mentions of abuse, swearing, sexual tension, and sexy aviators. Bradley is 35, and O.C. is 25.

Word Count: 4.2k

All her life, Charley has been surrounded by aircraft. She got in her first plane when she was barely able to walk simply because her father couldn't wait to show her his world above the clouds. Because of this, whatever she goes into "has to do with flying because she can't live without it," but also "can't be for the Navy because that's way too dangerous." So she's settled for something less dangerous, and more at a middle ground.

Flight attendant.

Charley has an insatiable taste for travel and flying so she figures, why not get paid to do both? A degree isn't something thats required for this position, but she insists on having a backup plan because she knows how competitive it is to become a stewardess, especially for the bigger and better paying airlines.

This led her to go to college and get a degree in hospitality because it only makes the most sense. If she can't fly, she's still going to be working in the travel industry in some form or fashion. But so far things are hard. Like, really hard.

The last thing she wanted was to have to get a part time job before becoming a flight attendant, but she didn't expect the application process to be this long. She's applied for several different airlines but hasn't heard back from any of them about an interview. Yet.

However, she also doesn't want to go ahead and get a full time position under the umbrella of travel because she wants to pursue her dream before she decides to work at a luxury resort in the Bahamas. So that's how she ended up where she is today.

A bartender at the Hard Deck.

Right after getting out of college and realizing she wouldn't become a flight attendant immediately, she sought out a job someplace she wouldn't hate. That place just so happened to be the Hard Deck because Penny, the owner and one of the kindest women to exist, offered her a job and a place to stay.

Penny's been in Charley's life ever since she was an infant. Growing up, Charley's mother wasn't around because she was one of her fathers drunken hookups who accidentally got pregnant, and instead of telling Maverick about it, she showed up the night she had Charley and left her for Maverick to care for. Long story short, she never knew her mother and her father hardly even knew her himself, but she's never been in the picture.

But that's where Penny stepped in. Before her and her father moved out of Fightertown, she was around Penny all the time. Her father was utterly smitten for Penny, and that was clear to anyone. His love for her only grew when he saw the way she treated Charley, as if she were her own. And to Charley, Penny has always been the mother she never had.

However, duty called for her father in areas other than Fightertown, thus causing them to move around a lot and leave Penny behind. Charley knows her father isn't perfect, quite frankly he's broken Penny's heart more times than anyones heart should be broken, but they keep coming back to each other. But despite her father and all of his flaws, he's a great man who raised Charley better than anyone expected him to.

Ever since Charley moved in with Penny to work with her over the summer to make some money before becoming a flight attendant, things to Charley have been perfect. She gets to wake up every morning to the sounds of jets flying above her head, she's gotten closer to Amelia, whose become like a younger sister to her, and she gets to spend lots of her time at the Hard Deck looking at the aviators in all of their handsome glory.

Tonight is no different, as Charley is currently watching the aviators play pool while serving others their drinks at the bar. The only difference in tonight compared to other nights at the Hard Deck is that Charley doesn't recognize a lot of the aviators in tonight. She doesn't think they're new because they look a bit older, but she's never seen them in here before. Maybe they don't come in often, but Charley sure is glad they came in tonight because they might be the most attractive group of aviators she's ever seen.

"Aren't they a good looking bunch?" Penny says, walking up behind Charley at the bar.

Penny has a knack for catching Charley ogling at people who come into the bar, and it drives Charley crazy because she hates being caught in the act, but she also thinks it's a bit funny.

"Goodness, Penny. You scared me," Charley says, putting a hand on her chest over her heart.

"Sorry honey, that wasn't my intention. But I saw you looking at them and had to say something, you know me," Penny says with a wink.

Charley does know Penny. She knows how flirtatious she is, and she knows how Penny finds entertainment in setting her up with someone, specifically an aviator, because according to her "there is no thrill like the thrill dating an aviator gives you." But Charley also knows what the crash looks like, when the aviator chooses the sky over his love. She's seen it one too many times between Penny and her father.

"I do know you Pen, and I'll give you the satisfaction of saying that I find them very attractive," Charley says, pouring beer into a glass and handing it to a man sat at the bar.

"Wow I never thought I'd hear something like that come out of your mouth," Penny says, feigning shock. "Which one catches your eye the most?"

"Definitely the woman, she outshines all of the men over there."

"Ah, that's Natasha," Penny says, "She's super nice, I would definitely talk to her if I were you."

"Do you even think she's into women?"

Penny shrugs, "I'm not sure, but it's not a harm to ask."

"That's a little intimidating though, to just ask."

"I mean sure, but you can't live your life in fear, hon."

Charley doesn't think Penny has ever lived her life in fear, unless it comes to Maverick. Penny seems like she's always in her prime. She's always been a bombshell, and Charley doesn't think she ages simply because she looks the exact same. But Charley does live parts of her life in fear. Her dating life has always been scary, because first, she had to come out as bisexual, which really wasn't a big deal because her father is one of the most supportive people she knows, but society made that a stressful ordeal for her. After coming out, though, she started dating and that was it's own fiasco. It took her a few months after turning eighteen to get into a relationship. Honestly, Charley thought she had found the one, but after a few years of dating, manipulation had turned into physical abuse, and it took Charley the support of her father and Penny to get out of that relationship. So here she is, three years later at the age of twenty five, single and not so ready to mingle because that past relationship still gives her nightmares.

"She's probably too old for me anyway," Charley says, shrugging and closing an older mans tab.

"Char," Penny starts, "You need someone who's older. I think it'd do you some good. Besides, the older they are the more mature they are," She says with a wink.

"Well, my dad thinks otherwise. He wants me to remain single for the rest of my life."

"In my opinion, your dad doesn't get to have a say on anyones love life. And speaking of, there he is," Penny says with a smirk on her face, leaving Charley to divert her eyes to where Penny's are. And sure enough, in walks her father.

He looks the same as always, black boots, leather jacket thats decorated with all of his accomplishments, and aviator sunglasses covering his eyes. Charley had no idea he was in town, because she assumes he had forgot to inform her. He stops just at the steps that lead down into the bars floor and scans the room. Once his eyes catch his daughter standing next to Penny behind the bar, he pops his signature smirk and makes his way over to the pair.

"How are my two favorite girls doing today?" He asks, removing his aviators from his eyes and leaning against the bar.

"Not so bad Mav, now that you're here," Penny says, giving him a wink and sauntering off to go fix him a drink.

"I didn't know you'd be in town," Charley says, looking up at her dad.

"Well, I wasn't going to be until this morning, I tried to call you," he says, taking a seat across from where Charley is standing. She watches with a small smirk on her face as her dad places his cellphone on the countertop.

"What brings you in town all of a sudden then? Miss me that bad?" Penny says, coming up behind Charley and passing Maverick his beer.

"I do miss you bad, Penny, but I've actually been called back to Top Gun. They want me to instruct a mission," he says.

"Top Gun?" You and Penny say in unison.

"Yep, want me to train that group of pilots over there," he says, pointing to the group playing pool that Charley was staring at earlier. Penny smirks at her and gives her a nudge with her elbow.

"Looks like your friends over there are gonna be in town for a while, Char," she says, causing Charley to roll her eyes.

"You know them Charley?" Maverick asks, raising an eyebrow.

"No I don't-"

"No she doesn't but she thinks they're all quite attractive," Penny says, interrupting her with a smirk. Charley puts her head in both of her hands and groans, knowing she's about to get a miniature lecture from her dad.

"Absolutely not," here we go. "They are no good for you Charley. I don't want you to even think about getting with one of them. Take it from me, I am one of them."

"And take it from me," Penny chimes in, drying off a glass and setting it on the counter. "It's totally worth the endless heartache, honey."

"Don't listen to her, Char," Maverick says.

Charley just rolls her eyes and goes to the other side of the bar to attend to the other customers. She watches as Penny and her dad flirt, knowing it's been forever since the two of them have caught up. She just hopes that if her dad tries anything else with Penny that he'll actually stay with her this time. She doesn't really want to see them both miserable again.

She looks back over at the two of them and sees the smile on her fathers face drop just a bit as he watches who just entered the bar. Charley furrows her brow, wondering who has made her dad look sad like that and decides to follow his gaze.

It lands on a man, who like her father did, has stopped at the top of the steps to survey his surroundings. He's got a smirk on his face and he oozes confidence. Charley thinks he might just be the most attractive man she's ever seen in her life. He's got on a Hawaiian shirt that's opened, revealing his white tank top underneath, and he's also got a pair of aviator sunglasses on his face. However, the thing that catches her eye the most is the mustache he's sporting, because to Charley, he looks damn good with it. Something about him seems familiar to her, though, but she can't place it. She looks back to her dad, and sees a look of guilt, hurt, and sadness on his features, and Penny's expression matches his as she looks to him. Then it clicked.

Oh.

"Is that Bradley?" Charley asks, making her way back over to her dad. She looks dumbfounded, in utter shock. The last time she saw Bradley was thirteen years ago when he and her father had their big fallout over Mavericks pulling of his papers for the Naval Academy. To this day Charley doesn't know why he did this, but it caused basically the end of Bradley's relationship with her father.

Bradley and Charley knew each other, but with him being ten years older than her, the two never really got close. He would give her rides every now and then, and they talked and got along, but never really got close. But when him and her father got into it, it was hard for everyone. Her dad, to this day, blames himself for what happened to Bradley's father, Goose. And in a way, Bradley also blames him. So when Maverick pulled his papers from the academy, that sent Bradley over the edge.

"It is," her father says, giving her a sad smile.

"Wow," is all Charley can manage.

"Does age matter now?" Penny asks, smirking at her. This causes Maverick to give Penny a glare.

"Absolutely not. You're not to get with any of those pilots, but you are especially not to get with Rooster," her father says rather seriously.

"Rooster, huh," Charley says. She didn't know his callsign until now.

"Yep," Maverick says, taking a sip of his beer. "And I mean that, Char. Do not go after Bradley. If he wasn't the son of my late best friend I'd threaten to kill him if he even thought about getting close to you."

"Noted, sir," Charley says, giving her father a salute before walking off again. It's not long before she finally hears the bell ring, and she looks over to see Penny breaking the news to her father that his tab just got a lot longer. The bar erupted into cheers and Charley grinned to herself. She caught her fathers eye though, and gave him a shrug.

"Rules are rules, dad!" She hollered at him over the commotion in the bar. He just rolled his eyes back.

"Maverick is your dad?" An unfamiliar voice says behind her.

Charley turns around and is met with the beautiful face she was staring at earlier.

"I'm Natasha, by the way, but you can call me Phoenix," she says, holding out her hand.

"Oh, um, I'm Charley, and yes, Mav is my father."

"You didn't warn him about the bar rules?" She asked, giving Charley a grin.

"Nope. That'd ruin the whole point right?"

"Right," Phoenix says, saluting at her. "Well, I came to ask for a few beers since your father over there is going to cover them."

"Yes of course, I will get those right now," Charley says, turning back around. She thought Phoenix was even prettier up close, and she seems super friendly. Charley decides she would like to get to know her better, even if it's not for anything romantic. She'd probably make a nice friend.

"Here you go," Charley says, turning around to hand the drinks to Phoenix, but instead, she's met with someone else. It's another one of those attractive aviators. He's tall, got blonde hair, blue eyes, and he's eyeing Charley like she's a meal.

"I'll take those from you, gorgeous," he says, flashing her a charming smile. "Don't worry, I'm with Phoenix, she asked me to come get them."

Charly just nodded her head and passed the drinks to the man, who sent her a wink before walking over and passing them out to the group of pilots. However, Charley didn't expect him to come sauntering back to the bar.

"So, what's your name? I haven't seen you around here," the blonde pilot asks her as he takes a seat at the bar.

"Could say the same about you. I've never seen you before either."

"Names Jake," he says, flashing her yet another grin. "But everyone just calls me Hangman."

"Why do they call you that?" She asks.

"Maybe spend a night with me and I'll tell you," he says, winking at her.

Charley sends him a look of disgust. "I think I'd rather not."

"Your loss, pretty," Hangman says, standing up and walking away.

Charley didn't really see it as her loss, though. He wasn't one of the ones she had an eye on. Sure, he was gorgeous, but not really her type. He was just a bit too cocky.

In Charley's experience, all airmen are cocky. She defends them, though, saying that she too would be cocky if she made it out alive from some of the missions they go on. Her dads told her plenty of stories of his missions, and when she was really little, they excited her. Now, however, the thought of her dad going on a mission fills her with dread. When she was little, she didn't really understand just how possible it was for her dad to never make it back to her, but now she does, and it's scary. This alone is one of the main reasons she didn't follow in his line of work.

Throughout the rest of her shift, Charley laughed as she watched her dad get thrown "overboard" out of the bar as she finished serving the last few customers. She was happy knowing that she got through her entire shift without any lewd comments being thrown at her. It's a shame she has to brace for those in the first place. After her dad got thrown out of the bar, her and the other customers were entertained by Bradley, or Rooster, as he played 'Great Balls of Fire' on the piano. Charley can't lie, she probably enjoyed the performance more than the average person. Her father had taught her that song at a very young age at this very bar, actually. He would play it for her with Carole, Bradley's mother, while Bradley, who was about fourteen at the time, sang along.

By the time it was time to close, Charley and Penny were scrubbing the counters and closing the last few tabs. The only group that remained in the bar were the group Charley had been looking at. She was going to leave it to Penny to get them out of the bar.

"Why don't you go usher your friends out of here," Penny says, nudging Charley's arm.

Never mind.

"Sure," Charley says, giving Penny a tight lipped smile. She knew what she was up to. Penny just winked back.

As Charley made her way over there, she couldn't help but feel nervous. They were all definitely older than her, and extremely attractive. But why is she nervous? It's not like her dad is the best aviator of all time or anything. But again, she lives parts of her life in fear, and now is one of those times. Her hands were clammy and there was a knot in her stomach, but the last thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself, so she straightened her posture and kept her head up as she walked over to the group.

"Hi guys," she started. "Unfortunately it's time for us to close."

"Oh hey," Phoenix said, looking up after hitting another ball on the pool table. "Charley right?" Charley nodded.

"Charley?" Came another voice that she recognized. The voice belonged to none other than Bradley Bradshaw. He turned around from where he was standing talking to Hangman and whipped his aviators off to look at Charley. "Wow it's been so long," he said, walking over to where she was standing.

"Hi, Bradley," Charley said, giving him the least embarrassing wave she could in the moment. She could feel how hot her face was.

"You two know each other?" Hangman asked, walking over to join the others.

"Yeah, her and I spent a lot of time together when we were younger," Bradley says, not once looking over at Hangman.

"Oh, "lots of time together" huh?" Hangman asked, wiggling his eyebrows at the two.

"Cool it, Seresin. Nothing like that," Bradley says, glaring over at his friend.

"Anyways," Charley starts, trying to change the subject. "The bar is now closing, so Penny and I have to clean up, and we really don't want to be here until one in the morning."

"Well lads," Hangman starts. "We don't want to keep the pretty lady. Let's head out." The others, whom Charley didn't know the names of, headed out. Phoenix followed behind, but not before giving Charley a wave. Charley's face heated up even more. Bradley was the only one who stayed behind, looking down at the girl in front of him whom he hadn't seen since she was fifteen.

"So what brings you back here, Charley?" He asks, following behind her as she starts to pick up various bottles and trash scattered throughout the bar.

"Just trying to make some extra money while I hunt for a job," she says.

"I'm assuming you're out of college now, right? Last I heard you were getting your degree."

"Yeah I'm done now, just trying to get hired," she says with a small laugh.

"What are you trying to do?" Bradley asks, beginning to help her pick up around the bar.

"I want to be a flight attendant pretty badly but it's so competitive. And I want one of the bigger airlines because they pay better."

"You could always become a pilot, you know. Always a spot for that."

"Considered it, decided against it. The thought of being in control of something like a plane, or a jet, or anything that isn't a car, is going to have to be a pass for me," this pulls a chuckle from Bradley.

"It's not so bad, quite fun actually."

"As I've heard, many times before," she says, smiling at him. "But I think I'll stick with being a stewardess. All I have to do is serve peanuts to people on my way to Hawaii for free, and quite frankly, that sounds incredible to me."

"You've got a good point," he says, giving her a wink.

"You still flying for the Navy, huh?" Charley asks, making her way back over to the bar, noticing that Penny has disappeared.

"Sure am, I'm even a Lieutenant now," he states, taking a seat at the bar.

"I figured. That's pretty cool though."

"I like to think so," he says, shooting her another wink. Her face gets hot again and she has to look away from him.

"You with anyone now?" He asks, catching her off guard. Is he asking if she's single?

"Um, no, no I'm not. Haven't been for a couple years now. What about you?"

"Nope. Don't really want to get with anyone either."

Again. Catching her off guard.

"And why's that?" She asks, locking eyes with him.

"Not really anyone worth my time here. But, I might reconsider knowing you work here now," he says, flashing a smirk at her.

"Oh," she says, face getting even redder as she lets out a little laugh. "Bradley-"

"Bars closed, Brad!" Penny says, interrupting Charley for the second time this evening. "I gave you enough time to swoon over Charley, but unfortunately it's time for her and I to go home and talk shit about all you aviators," she jokes, laughing at the way Bradley glares at her.

"Talk shit?" He asks, pretending to be hurt.

"Oh yeah," Penny says, joining Charley behind the bar. "I've got every right to talk all the shit that I want about you pilots."

"I guess you're right," Bradley says, laughing with her.

"I'm just kidding kid, but I wasn't kidding when I said we're closed."

"Yes ma'am," he says, saluting to her.

"Charley, dear, would you please see our guest out?" She asks, giving her a wicked grin. Charley just nods as she leads Bradley to the door.

"Goodnight, Bradley," she says, looking up at his tall frame.

"Goodnight Miss Mitchell. It was lovely to see you again," he says, picking up her hand and giving it a kiss before placing a piece of a napkin in her palm. He just winks at her as he walks out of the bar.

Charley sighs and locks the door before walking back to the bar, facing a smirking Penny, not quite right to hear it from her friend.

"You two are down bad," is all she says.

"We are not. I haven't seen him in years."

"You so are. And that's ok because he's an attractive man. He'll definitely treat you right," she smirks. "What'd he give you anyways?"

"I'm not sure," Charley says, opening her palm to inspect the napkin. What she finds inside is a number scribbled on the paper next to a small note.

[phone]

-Don't be stranger. B.

"Well?" Penny asks expectantly. "What is it?"

"His number," Charley says, not looking up from the paper in her hand.

It looks like her summer just took a turn, and she's not sure if it's for the better or for the worse.

A/N: Yay! There is part one! I enjoyed writing it, and I'm going to start on the second part soon. If you liked it, don't forget to reblog and follow me for more! Sending love <3

-Sophie

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Series

Ruin*[2*][3*][4*] - YN goes in for her first gynaecology exam. She doesn’t expect things to end up this way [Doctor!H]

Safe Landing* - Harry is a pilot who has lived in his apartment for the past three years. He’s lived peacefully with a floor to himself until YN came along, who is loud and talks too much, the thin walls not doing much to drown out the noises from her apartment [Neighbour!H]

Too Fucking Far* [2*] [3*] - YN takes teasing way too far, so Harry decides to give her a taste of her own medicine

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One Shots

Smut

Something New* - Harry is eating YN out and his tongue goes someplace unexpected

Take It Slow* - Just some slow, gentle loving between Harry and his wife

Pinned* - In which YN can feel Harry the deepest she’s ever felt him

Ocean View* - While YN’s parents are out on the town, Harry takes YN on the balcony of their hotel suite [DBF!H]

Mile High Club* - Harry fucks YN on their private jet, but they're not alone

Bruises* - After putting Sage to bed for the night, Harry and YN indulge in some private time [Dad!H]

Jasmine* - YN is sick and tired of Harry’s temporary secretary [CEO!H]

Interruptions* - Harry and YN are trying to have alone time, but their babies get in the way of that [CEO!H]

A Bad Day* - YN has a bad day and Harry does everything in his power to make it better [CEO!H]

Fix Me* - When YN has troubes with her garbage disposal and her dad doesn't answer, she calls the only other person she trusts [DBF!H]

Filthy* - YN's love for teasing gets her in an interesting situation with her parents just down the hall [DBF!H]

Keep Reading* - Harry fingers YN while she reads to him [Roommate!H]

Sunflower* - In which YN loves little yellow flowers and Harry loves that about her [Bestfriend!H]

One* - After YN teases Harry all day, he puts her in her place. Neither of them know that the night will end in deep passion [Cheater!H]

Right Under Your Nose* - Harry fucks YN in the bathroom of their parents’ engagement party [Stepbro!H]

Roadtrip Rendezvous* - YN and Harry go on a trip in the mountains while his wife is on a business trip [Cheater!H] (coming soon)

Fluff

Seeing Red - Harry takes care of YN after she gets her period in their bed [CEO!H]

My Assistant? - One of Harry’s employees sexualize and disrespect YN, thinking she’s his assistant [CEO!H]

First Mother's Day - Harry and Sage surprise YN with breakfast in bed for her first Mother’s Day [Dad!H]

Bonding - Harry bonding with his wife and baby [Dad!H]

Soft - Harry gets emotional watching his wife spend time with their baby [Dad!H]

Sweet Creature - Harry helps YN out with a particularly bad period [Roommate!H]

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Blurbs

Smut

Locked Doors* - Harry fucks YN while her boyfriend is right downstairs [FWB!H]

Knock Next Time* - Harry’s temporary secretary walks in on him and YN [CEO!H]

Irresistible* - Harry can never keep his hands off his wife. Not even long enough to let her cook dinner [CEO!H]

Reflect* - Harry fingers YN in the mirror [CEO!H]

Surprise?* - Harry finds out YN can squirt [CEO!H]

Stuffed* - Harry breeds YN [CEO!H]

Behind The Screen* - Harry has been ignoring YN all day, so she takes matters into her own hands [CEO!H]

Beg* - YN takes on the dominant role for the night [CEO!H]

Good Morning* - Harry wakes YN up by eating her out [CEO!H]

Brat* - YN has been acting up all day so Harry puts her in her place [CEO!H]

Worked Up* - Harry fucks YN in the conference room after an intense meeting [CEO!H]

Reversed* - YN gives Harry a prostate massage [CEO!H]

Bored* - Harry and YN are bored out of their minds at a business dinner. Luckily, they have the perfect thing to spice the night up [CEO!H]

Don’t Stop* - Harry fingers YN while she’s on a phone call [CEO!H]

Behave* - YN doesn’t know how to act, so Harry teaches her [CEO!H]

On-call Room* - Harry and YN indulge in some time alone in an on-call room [Doctor!H]

Filled* - Harry fucks YN in his apartment and cums inside of her [Neighbour!H]

Caught* - Harry catches YN touching herself, resulting in her riding his thigh [Roommate!H]

Tiger* - YN rides Harry’s tiger tattoo [DBF!H]

Fluff

Fed Up - YN is sick of being disrespected [Mafia!H]

Goodnight, Petal - Harry takes care of YN when she has a bit too much to drink [Bestfriend!H]

Horrible Timing - YN catches Harrys secretary trying to seduce him on a particularly bad day [CEO!H]

How Many? - YN and Harry go to their first ultrasound appointment. They’re shocked at what they find out [CEO!H]

Meet My Wife - An employee flirts Harry him right in front of YN not knowing she’s his wife. She makes sure she knows by the time she leaves [CEO!H]

Always - A sweet, intimate night between Harry and YN to show that their love will never fade [CEO!H]

What’s Wrong? - In the middle of a meeting, one of Harry and YN’s babies call him crying, sending him into panic mode [CEO!H]

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Drabbles

Miserable - H takes care of YN on her period

Cover Up - Mitch covers for Harry in an unfortunate situation [Stepdad!H]

Air It Out* - Harry walks in at an unfortunate time but he makes up for it

Pick A Number*^ - “How many times do you want to cum?”

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Prince Harry was bored.

As cruel as it may sound to some, he was a man of particular taste, and none of these women who had come to the ball had suited it.

It was the same old thing over and over again. Talk of how good their embroidery was, how they’d make a good wife without explaining how, their skills in baking, their favorite trips… but nothing of substance. It was all rehearsed. Dull. Mothers of the women putting overly confident words into their heads and having them appear a bit too cocky. Harry was exhausted of the same old thing over and over again.

What he was looking for was a connection. A spark. As much as he knew his match had to be one to benefit the throne, he was hopeful to find a love match. A love like his mother and fathers who are still smitten to this very day. A lucky arranged marriage. He wanted to be unable to keep his hands off of his wife. To have a best friend in her as well as a lover. Stimulating conversation. None of that was happening here.

“Is that all, Father?” Harry said under his breath. The king sat proudly at his side while picking at the grapes provided for them. A ball was a dime a dozen but the gatherings these days were of more importance. Looking for a future queen was serious business.

“I am not sure. I’ve seen you met quite a few, danced with many. Were none of them appealing at all, truly?” He sighed. Of course, Harry’s slightly fickle nature was notable among his family. It shouldn’t be a surprise.

“I’ll be surprised if I can feel my toes tomorrow. No one properly taught half of these women to dance, which would be an easy fix if they could string enough words together to form sentences. I was falling asleep while on the floor.” He scoffed quietly, just loud enough for his father to hear. “Why is it that so many women of nobility are raised with not a thought but child rearing and sewing needles? Women are capable of much more.” It vexed him.

“Because, Harry. Not all men are like you. Unfortunately, a good deal of them prefer to have a pretty face, a quiet mouth and a good show for others.” The king sighed, taking a sip of wine. The list was crumpled in his hand slightly of the eligible ladies, all but one crossed off.

“Oh! There is one you have not met.” He said, showing Harry the list. “Lady Y/N. I do not believe I see her… but her family is lovely. I’m sure she is too.”

Harry let out a breathy laugh. “I surely doubt it. If you’ll excuse me, I need a walk to calm my nerves.”

-

The garden air was warm tonight. The gravel crunched under his feet as walked through, observing the flowers and trying to calm his displeasure. The gardens always eased his burdens. How could they not? They were the most beautiful in the world, and one of the largest.

It felt hopeless. How could he find a wife that fit his requirements when none of the women born to take that place could possibly be a good queen? He wasn’t only looking for a best friend and lover, but a good queen. Caring and kind. Soft in nature but unable to be pushed around. Tender but firm. Well read, articulate but aware of societies unfortunate rules. It shouldn’t be so difficult to find.

He sighed, leaning his head back to look at the stars as he walked. The beautiful stars, silver glittering the sky. They always reminded him that magic existed. It had to for those to be as enchanting as they were.

His stroll was sidetracked, though, but a gentle humming. Feminine. Soft, slightly muffled by the fountain but he could hear it. Who would be out here when a ball was happening inside?

He rerouted, listening closely and walking slow towards the seemingly siren sound. It was an unfamiliar song to him, but the tone of the woman’s voice has him wanting to know what the words were. Step by step, he got closer. Listening to the best thing he’s heard all night until he found her.

A full ball gown, sat at the edge of the fountain. A book in one hand, another tracing the surface of the water inside the fountain. Shoes kicked off on the ground and legs disappeared under the long gown. Hair down, skin glowing in moonlight. It was most improper, but Harry couldn’t find it in himself to be put off.

“What are you singing?” He asked, making her jump. The girl looked up at him, seeing the prince illuminated by the torches lit in the gardens and recognized him immediately. Harry could see the recognition on her face, but she did not stand. She did not bow.

How peculiar.

What was even more peculiar was how much he liked it. So used to bows and ‘your highness’ crooned all evening, a slight tilt of the head and curious eyes was a welcome reaction.

“It’s a song of my ladies maids used to sing me.” Her voice was quiet, but her words sure. Not a shake in them. Her book was placed on her lap and hand taken from the fountain. “It calms me when I’m feeling overwhelmed. She is not here to sing it to me, but I thought I’d try it for myself. It works.”

“Ah. I understand. Music can soothe the soul, just like the gardens can.” He approached slowly, taking in the mysterious beauty who sat pretty on the marble fountain. She had to be nobility, from that dress. From her speaking. But who? He had not seen her tonight.

He definitely would have noticed.

“Is that why you are out here?” The question came out a bit too curious. “It’s a bit too cold. You may catch a chill.” Harry approached, taking his jacket off and handing it out to her.

“It was quite warm when I left the ballroom. I did not think to grab my shawl but… I thank you. I will return this before we head inside.” She sighed, the soft material covering her shoulders. The color complimented her gown very well. “I should ask you the same. Why are you out here when there is an entire ball inside in your honor?”

The casual manner of speaking to the crowned prince was something some would be completely horrified with… but Harry felt the most human he had in months. Everyone so afraid of questioning him. Stepping on eggshells, wanting only his approval. It was so trivial and boring. He wanted true conversations. It was the most normal conversation he had had in forever.

“I suppose there is. May I sit?” He asked, not wanting to disturb her… but very much wanting to know who this mysterious woman was. At her nod, he placed himself probably a bit too close, but she did not move nor complain. “I fear I have grown weary of the search for a bride. Not that the women aren’t lovely… for someone else.” He smiled wryly. Y/N picked up on it and furrowed her brow.

“Would you elaborate?” Her fingers traced up and down on the spine of her book, needing to fiddle with something. The prince was so much more handsome up close. Regal and sharp and so very interesting… she did understand the ladies gossip much more now.

“Well…” it surprised Harry. Most would simply nod and give a look of understanding but… she would like to know. She asked. “There is no substance in the matches. Our society trains women that all men like brainless, nodding beauties. While I can appreciate someone’s beauty all day, it will fade.” Teeth tugged at his bottom lip, crossing his arms in his silk button up that had been hidden by the coat. “I have been raised seeing women as more so. My mother made sure I was aware of the capabilities of women and how they were just as smart, if not smarter than men.”

“I knew I liked her for a reason.” The girl giggled, leaning in a bit closer to him. “I have to say it surprises me deeply that that is the reason you have yet to choose your queen. In a pleasant way.” Her smile reached her eyes and Harry felt like he was hit in the stomach. Since when did a smile have the power to steal breath?

When he caught it, he cleared his throat and met her with an equally as dazzling smile. “Yes, you do. She is incredible. She taught me so many things.. and is also why I fear my standards are high. I’d like a woman who will teach my children the same thing. Respect, nobility, honor. All the while being affectionate.I think I was spoiled by my parents being a true love match, and wish the same for myself. ” He chuckled. It was a high list for someone of his status but it wasn’t necessarily out of the realm of possibility.

“That is noble.” Her eyes had softened, obviously enjoying what the prince had said. “To find a man who wants to love is a rare thing. At least, in this situation.” She gestured to the palace. “Love is something I’ve always wanted myself, but knew I should not get my hopes up for. It’s very difficult for me because I know my parents love me but will marry me off to the first suitor they deem powerful enough to give me a good life.” There was a pause, a swallow. “And a good life in their eyes is comfort, money and title. I do not fault them for it. It’s how we are all taught. But that does not mean it isn’t discouraging.” She ran her hands through the ends of her hair.

“I see.” Harry looked her over with interest. “And you are… Lady Y/N, I presume?” Her head snapped over to look at him, eyes widened. At her shock, Harry explained. “You are the only other lady of nobility I have not danced with tonight. My father sang praises of you and your family, but I figured you must have retired early.” God, he was glad she did. This was favorable to the ballroom.

“I apologize.” She whispered. “Yes, I am. But you may call me Y/N.” There was a curious tilt to her head. “It is what my friends call me, prince.” Using his title made him wince slightly, but burn in another. One he hasn’t felt before.

“Y/N… you may call me Harry, then.” He murmured, placing his hand out to hers. When placed in his own, he brought it to his face. Gloveless hands could be scandalous, but Harry enjoyed brushing his lips against her soft knuckles. Pressing his lips against the warm skin, he let it linger while they stared. It was a slow descent, her hand released and drawn back to her body.

“Harry…” she tested it out on her tongue, making the man swallow. His name sounded much richer on her tongue. He actually liked hearing it for once.

“Everyone has been walking on eggshells with me the entire night… well, since I’ve begun my search. You are the only one who has treated me as a human and not a marvel to gaze it.” Though he wouldn’t mind if she found him to be as beautiful as one. He certainly thought of her as art.

“Well… we are but humans, aren’t we?” She placed the book down next to her and shifted to face him fully. “You are of a high title. The highest, almost. It is natural for one to be nervous about getting on your good order bad side. But… I know you breathe and sleep and eat, same as I.” She shrugged, brushing hair away from her chest. It was so distracting.

Was everything about this woman going to blow him away? Her beauty, her mind, her understanding… his heart and mind were at a race at which could run the fastest.

“We are.” He retorted. “We are but humans, Y/N. I know it is a risk for you to be out here. Reading in the garden is not what your parents wanted but you did so anyway.” He smiled at the rebellious spirit. “Though… I am very happy you did. You have a backbone and that is admirable. Leaving a luxurious ball to read….” Eyes squinted at the cover. “A book on flowers?” His smile grew. “In a garden. A wild spirit. I like it a lot. It is rare to find people who are able to be so authentic to themselves. You did not care to meet me in there.”

Harry never imagined he would be happy that someone did not want to meet him before. There was a first time for everything, he supposed.

“You are not interested in the riches and gossip. Am I correct?” There was an eagerness to him. Wanting to know every morsel of information he could have on her. Hanging on to her words.

“You are.” A sheepish smile rose on her lips. “I am trained on how to be a lady. The silverware, the embroidery, the languages, the instruments. How to keep a home, how to be a hostess... But I never craved being at the top of the pyramid.” That was even more appealing to him. There was no hidden thirst for power. Nothing of the sort.

“I wish to be more than a housewife though. I am learning to care for a garden so I can make my own floral arrangements. Mother said it was a servants job but I see it as art. We buy the arrangements from the shops, have them delivered. Pay top dollar. Why would it be a shame to know how?” She questioned; rambling a bit.

And Harry was a moony eyed fool who would listen to her talk about the threads on her dress.

“Would you tell me more of yourself?” He continued to surprise her.

“I do apologize for not being proper and meeting you inside but… this is who I am.” She pointed to the book and the shoes. “I am capable of being a lady but I wish to be me. I like being bare foot in the grass. I like books and writing poetry. Trying to make food from other kingdoms, despite how much I am discouraged from being in the kitchen too long.” A sigh left her mouth. “I enjoy the sunshine and swimming. I’d like to travel and meet people who live there rather than just nobility. I enjoy songs and music and I sing quite often as I walk. It is a habit I do even without notice.” Her fingers fiddled with the ribbons on her dress.

“Again, it was not you who I did not wish to meet. It was what this stood for. I imagined us all fighting for your attention and knowing I am not like the women in that sense, I felt I had not a chance.” She admitted. Her face was shy now, embarrassed to have admitted that to him.

“That is quite alright.” He reassured. “I did not enjoy it either. Balls can be lovely when they aren’t focused on showing me off as prized meat for the women to fight over, only to repeat the same phrases to me as we dance.” That got a real laugh out of her; head thrown back and teeth showing. Carefree.

“Yes, yes! Saying how much they’d love to be your wife, how they can teach your children french or how their needlework has won rewards.” She was in a fit of giggles. “I’m very happy you see past all of that. Half of those girls don’t know what they are truly saying. Repeating what they were taught.” Her head shook.

“When it was announced you’d be looking for a wife, a queen… chaos ensued. The dress shops on back order of silks, etiquette classes full. I saw a grown woman have a full strophe at the jewelers when the blue sapphires were sold out. Someone said they were your favorites.” Her humor of it had Harry laughing as well. Harder than he had in a while.

“Mm… no. They are not.” He chuckled. His eyes fell to her neck, taking in the single red jeweled pendant. “I’m partial to rubies.”

Her laugher faded, looking down to the very thing strung around her throat. Harry was thinking about how many jewels he could hang from her. “Though…” his eyes met hers. Electric. “I do think that there isn’t a jewel that would do you justice. You are very beautiful, Y/N.”

His compliment flustered her, flattered her. Trying to hide her smile but being unable to, a squeak of a giggle left her throat, looking down to try and collect herself. Harry was having none of that, though.

He scooted closer, ever so gently curling his index finger under her chin. It was lifted, Harry’s eyes meeting hers yet again. “Please, don’t look away.” He murmured. “You’ve such beautiful eyes. One of the only people who dares to look me in my own. I enjoy you.” He let his finger give the side of her face a stroke before letting it fall.

His heart was in his throat. He felt it. The tingle crawling up his body, the damn spark he had been waiting for.

“Would you allow me to court you if I proposed it to your parents?” The words fell on top of them. “If you wish to, of course. I ask you first to give you choice.” That was something he knew she usually had very little of.

The girl froze for a moment, looking at his face for any sign of jest. Terrifyingly, she found none. A heat to his eyes, a hopeful but slightly nervous twitch of his lips. The prince was seriously asking her to court. To attempt it.

“I….” She swallowed, breathing heavier than she had anticipated. “I would enjoy that very much, yes. If my improper nature out here has not scared you away, of course.” All the things she had been scolded for had grabbed her a chance with the crowned prince? Her mother would be reeling.

Relief flooded him as she said yes. It wasn’t a one sided attraction, thank gods. She was just as flustered as he was, just as confused at the feelings but just as willing to go for it. The night had not been a total bust after all.

“I do believe that they’ve charmed me more than I can confess.” He stood, grabbing her shoes and kneeling on the floor. It was incredibly inappropriate. If anyone else had seen this, the prince knelt at a woman’s feet? There would be gossip for ages.

All it did for Y/N was raise her affections for him. Allowing him to slip the shoes on for her, letting his bare hands touch bare legs. So, so wrong. But neither of them could help, nor care.

He rose to full height and helped her up as a gentleman should, but he knew that this was just the beginning. Again, he rose the hand he held to his lips. Both hands cupping the hand, pressing a longer kiss to the knuckles. Followed by two more. The heat rising in the air between them steadily. There would be no worry of passion between them.

“Allow me to escort you on my arm. I’d like to speak to your parents and my own… set up arrangements to see you again. As soon as possible.”

#harry styles

[harryskiwis]

WILDEST FANTASIES (part 2)

⚫️A/N: you guys blew me away with the reaction to part one, thank you so much!! it was amazing reading all the comments and i really hope you'll like this part just as much! next update however i think will only happen after christmas since i have three fics planned to come out during the holidays!

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

⚫️WARNING: sexual content

⚫️WORD COUNT: 5.2k

SERIES MASTERPOST

“Cheers to the bitch, whose written porn Professor Styles is reading!”

Ramona and Kostas giggle as your glasses clink in the middle, but your eyes widen at her.

“Can you not scream that in a packed bar, Ram?” you gape at her, eyeing Dean by her side who is not supposed to know about the story, but judging from how unfazed he is, Ramona told him everything.

“He knows,” Ramona confirms your suspicion and you roll your eyes at her, taking a sip from your drink.

This week has been exhausting for the three of you, Ramona has been miserable without Dean who just returned to town yesterday, Kostas got dumped by the guy he’s been seeing for a few weeks and you… well, you wrote a dirty fanfiction of your professor and accidentally turned it in as your assignment, got busted and then found out he’s been reading it in his free time after finding a copy on his desk. What a wild ride it has been!

You all agreed you need to get out of the apartment a bit, let loose and have some fun, so you decided to reserve a table at the bar closest to the campus that’s that most popular place in the neighborhood to have some drinks, dance and let loose.

It’s been two days since you left your paper on Professor Styles’ desk along with his copy of your dirty story to let him know he was busted. You haven’t heard of him since then, though his only choice to get in contact with you would be via emails and it’s not exactly a topic that should be discussed online. Now you’re just curiously waiting for Wednesday to roll around and see what his next step will be.

Tonight however you’re determined to forget about it all and just enjoy yourself, maybe meet someone new and exciting, you’re definitely in the mood to mess around a bit and you’ve seen a few promising, handsome guys around tonight.

“With the dirty mind you have, you better not give Ramona shit about phone sexing though,” Dean snorts, reaching for his beer.

“My writing is silent, can’t be heard over the wall,” you retort and Ramona slaps your arm in warning. “Alright, sorry! I won’t bring it up again. But you can’t tease me about Professor Styles either.”

“It’s not teasing, I’m actually jealous. Do you guys think he jerked off to your story?” Ramona asks so naturally as if one, you weren’t sitting in a packed bar and two, her boyfriend wasn’t sitting right next to her. It always amazes you how laid back they are, having been together for almost three years, they are definitely comfortable enough around each other to talk about riskier things without ending up having a fight.

“Definitely,” Kostas nods confidently and you just laugh at how invested they are in the story. “I’m surprised the paper wasn’t drenched in cum.”

“Oh my God!” you gasp at how unhinged he is. “Can we just not talk about my professor’s cum?”

“I love how that sounds coming from your mouth,” Ramona cackles before downing her drink and you do the same. You’re gonna need the alcohol to put up with these idiots you call your roommates and friends.

Luckily, they ditch the whole dirty professor thing and let you forget about it for one night. One drink follows the other and soon enough you all move to the dance floor, enjoying the upbeat pop music the DJ is playing tonight. You see a lot of familiar faces from campus and classes, but there’s a fair amount of new ones as well.

When you go to get yourself another drink you notice a handsome, blonde guy checking you out not far down the bar from you. He looks definitely older than the college boys from school, but not inappropriately old for you to feel uncomfortable by his interest in you. He looks to be around thirty, which is still in the range of what you consider decent for your twenty-three years old self.

You ask for your drink and wait for the bartender to return with it, in the meantime you wait patiently, trying your best to look like you haven’t even noticed the guy. From the corner of your eye you see him downing his drink at once before saying something to the guys he is with before heading your way.

“I’m only visiting here, but now I feel like I’ve been missing out not coming here earlier.”

Turning to your left you finally see him, he looks handsome, piercing blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and a cheeky, boyish smirk as he leans against the bar sideways.

“Judging from your accent you’ve come a long way to be here,” you smile back at him coyly and he raises his eyebrows impressed.

“And where do you think I’m from?”

“Undoubtedly Ireland,” you answer confidently. “Am I right?”

“Absolutely,” he nods chuckling before he sticks his hand out. “I’m Niall.”

“Y/N. Nice to meet you,” you smile, shaking his hand just as the bartender places your drink in front of you.

“I’ll pay for this and can I get a beer too?” Niall nods at the bartender and he disappears right away.

“What brings you here all the way from Ireland, Niall?” you cock your head to the side as you grab your drink and take a sip.

“Just visiting some friends. Finally got a longer vacation, thought I would come and see what’s happening overseas,” he smirks, leisurely leaning against the bar. He is wearing a fitted black shirt with short sleeves and a pair of white pants, he looks undeniably good and charming, you’re a bit surprised you caught his eyes, but it also boosts your ego.

“That sounds nice.”

“And I assume you’re a student around here?” he asks, cocking his head to the side.

“I am, yes. Second year of my master’s.”

“Wow, so you’re not only unbelievably beautiful, but smart too!”

You love his accent, how the words roll off his tongue and you can’t hold your smile back as he shamelessly checks you out.

“And what are you studying?”

“Mathematics,” you answer proudly, because most of the time it earns you some surprised and amused looks. Most people assume you’re probably majoring in English or something similar, and though you have an evident passion for literature, which explains why you’re taking Creative Writing for extra credits, you knew you have better chances in a field that has a high demand. You worked hard to be good at what you study and you’ll most likely score a nice job fresh out of college as a statistician at some multinational company earning more than at most starter jobs.

“Wow. I’m gonna have to think twice what I’m saying, because you are definitely the smarter out of the two of us,” Niall chuckles. The bartender returns with his beer and he pays for the drinks before the guy moves on to the next customer.

“What do you do? I’m sure you’re good at something I’m not.”

“I do a lot of things, but lately I’ve been focusing on producing music.”

“Really? Is there a chance I’ve heard something you’ve had business with?”

“There is, though I’ve been working mostly with artists in the UK and generally in Europe.”

“Well, I assure you that you know more about music than I do,” you smirk at him, brushing your hair over your shoulders seductively. Niall catches onto it, his gaze wanders down the length of your neck and shoulder before it returns to your face.

The two of you chat for a while, the conversation flows easily and Niall is flirting heavily with you. You start inching closer to each other until your arm is pressed against his chest and his fingers occasionally dance over your shoulder.

“Can I be brutally honest with you, Y/N? I feel like I can come clean to you,” he sighs at one point.

“Of course, go ahead,” you nod smiling, though you have a feeling what he is about to say.

“I feel like we are great together and I would love to take this even further, but you need to know that I’m not looking for anything serious. I’m not from around here, came here for a good time and that’s exactly what I’m looking for tonight as well.”

Some girls would get offended by his words, but not you, especially since you feel the same way. He is charming and a great company, but definitely not the type you’d even consider thinking about long term. The perfect candidate for some easy fun.

“Mm, and you think that you can find that with me, huh?” you smirk at him slyly, running your tongue across your lips. He doesn’t miss the action, his blue eyes glistening when they return to your gaze.

“Definitely. I hope I didn’t get the wrong vibes.”

“Not at all,” you smirk at him. “Why don’t we go dance a bit and then… see where the night heads?”

“Are you reading my mind,” he chuckles and taking your hand he pulls you to the dance floor, melting into the moving crowd.

You feel no shame as you hook your arms around his neck, his hands grabbing onto your waist as he pulls you against him. He dances well, maybe even better than you, the way he moves his hips is definitely outstanding. This is just what you needed, having fun with no expectations with a hot Irish guy, just letting the steam out after a long and tiring week.

You can tell he is thinking about going in for a kiss, but you beat him and pull him down, lips pressing against his as the two of you unite in a hot, passionate kiss, your bodies still moving to the rhythm, one of his hands flat against your back while the other one wanders down to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze, just hard enough to make you moan against his mouth.

There is no doubt you’ll go home with him if he asks and you have a feeling he definitely wants to leave with you.

You feel a tug on your arm and pulling back from Niall you’re met with Ramona right next to you with an apologetic look on her face. She leans closer to your ear so you can hear her words.

“There’s a bit of a situation. Kostas totally trashed himself, we should take him home. Dean can help, but he can’t spend the night and I don’t want to stay alone with him if he starts throwing up.”

Damn it, Kostas!

Though you’re disappointed you have to go home without Niall, you know you can’t let your friends alone. Ramona mouths ‘I’m so sorry’ as she looks back at you, peeking at the oblivious Niall who still has his arms around you.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” you tell her and nodding she disappears in the crowd.

“Everything alright?” Niall asks leaning closer.

“I’m really sorry, but one of my roommates drank too much, we need to take him home.”

Part of you is afraid that he’ll flip at you, any guy your age would be pissed they spent so much time with you and then they can’t have their happy ending. However, Niall only seems worried.

“Oh, I understand. Do you need help with him?”

“I’m not sure what state he is in, I gotta check,” you sigh. Niall takes your hand and the two of you make your way out of the bar.

Stepping out into the cool evening, you spot your friends to the right. Kostas is sitting on the ground, his back against the brick wall and he has his eyes closed, he looks pretty sick, Ramona didn’t exaggerate.

“Shit, we should call an Uber, there’s no way he can walk home,” you grimace, taking a look at him.

“Yeah, already called one,” Ramona nods, holding her phone up. “It’ll be here in five.”

“Cool.” Turning you face Niall with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry we have to end the evening like this.”

“No worries, your friend really needs your help.”

“How long are you staying?”

“Another week.”

“Give me your phone,” you tell him smirking and he follows your trail of thoughts just right. He hands his phone to you and watches you type your number in quickly, giving yourself a ring so you have his number as well before handing it back to him. “Maybe we can continue what we started sometime before you leave.”

“Definitely,” he nods smirking. The car pulls over and Dean starts to pull Kostas up from the ground as Ramona opens the car door.

“See you later then,” you smile at Niall, kissing him one last time before going over to help Dean out.

The three of you manage to get him in the car and you finally head home in one piece. Kostas starts throwing up the moment you get home, you barely make it with him to the bathroom, so you left just in time.

“I’m never drinking again!” he growls, his head hanging into the toilet. You just laugh at him, dragging his jeans off of him while Ramona gets his bed ready for him.

It’s a bit of a struggle, but once he has emptied everything he drank tonight, you can finally drag him to bed and he basically faints as soon as his head hits the pillow.

“So, who was the hot guy you danced with?” Ramona asks in excitement as the two of you are sitting in the kitchen, hydrating a bit before heading to bed as well.

“His name is Niall, he is Irish,” you tell her with a coy smirk.

“He seemed older,” she hums.

“Thirty-two.”

“Wow, he is almost a decade older than you!” Ramona gawks at you with an impressed smirk.

“I know, but he was hot, right?” you chuckle, chugging down your water. “There’s a chance we are meeting up before he leaves.”

“Go girl!” she cheers, making you laugh.

You chat a bit more before both of you head to bed. All the alcohol got you quite tired so it feels nice to sink into the mattress and finally sleep it all off.

Even though you haven’t seen Professor Styles since Wednesday and you’ve had an amazing time with Niall, you still dream about the professor that evening. Something very similar to your story. A chapter two, maybe.

Harry can’t help but growl when he walks out of his bedroom in the morning on Sunday and see a trail of clothes on the floor leading to the guest bedroom. He stops in his tracks as he stares down at the discarded pieces, taking a good look at them, realizing that there are no women’s clothes among them, only the ones he saw his friend leave the house, though that doesn’t mean he came back on his own.

Picking up the clothes he throws them into the hamper in the bathroom before heading into the kitchen to make some coffee and breakfast. Last night Niall begged him to come with him and some of his buddies to the bar, but he was adamant to stay at home, knowing well that place is always packed with students from campus. Though he likes to think of himself as a well-liked teacher, getting drunk with his students is not something he is fine with doing.

Especially not after the week he just had.

When he walked into his office on Thursday and saw your paper on his desk his life flashed in front of his eyes upon noticing what laid next to it. He panicked, almost threw up and then ended up destroying the printed version even though he still has the file on his computer. He thought about deleting it as well, and he did, but only from his work computer. It’s still very much there on his laptop that’s now in his bedroom.

He knows that you know that he kept the document. Not only that, but you saw his markings, making it obvious that he did more than just reading. Damn, he wanted to jump out the window when he realized the trouble he brought on himself. But he couldn’t help himself.

At first he was furious when he saw what kind of work you uploaded as your assignment. Reading the first few lines it became clear that this wasn’t your story you’ve started working on this semester and he wanted to write you an email instantly, but then he kept reading. And then he read it again. And again. And by the fourth time he was rock hard.

He went to take a cold shower, but it did not help. He ended up jerking off in the shower, thinking about the scene from your story and he didn’t even thought about someone else instead of you. He saw your face clearly as he made himself come and he came harder than ever probably. He hated himself for that.

And then there was your face when he confronted you about the mistake. How lost you looked, how innocent, he could barely believe those lines that got him hard came from you. But when you mentioned not getting punished, he almost lost his fucking mind.

He wanted to punish you, but not in a way that was acceptable within the school’s walls. He pictured you across his lap in that tiny skirt you wrote about, baring your ass for him as he slaps his hand against it several times, making you whimper and moan until you’re so wet he just needs to fuck you senseless.

The eggs start sizzling in the pan in front of him and it snaps him out of his dirty thoughts. It’s been occurring quite often, catching himself thinking about the things you want him to do to you and the things he came up with. The list is still unfinished.

The door of the guest bedroom opens and he hears a set of lazily dragged feet tapping on the floor before the bathroom door opens and closes. Harry grabs two plates as he divides the eggs just when the toasts pop up in the toaster. By the time Niall emerges from the bathroom, his breakfast is already waiting for him on the kitchen island.

“Thank you, Mother. You always take great care of me,” he jokes in a hoarse tone as he climbs up to the stool.

“How is the hangover after thirty?” Harry bites back, only earning a grimace from his friend as he joins him on the stool next to him.

“You should have come, we had a blast!” he groans as he digs into the food. “So many pretty young girls, amazing!”

“And that’s exactly the reason why I didn’t go, I told you. I probably teach half of them.”

“I’m sure they would love to fulfill their fantasy of hooking up with their teacher,” Niall laughs, still not taking it as seriously as Harry does. Harry wants to snap at him, but the first thing that pops into his mind is your specific fantasy he had the luck to read about.

“Aren’t you a little too old for these young girls?” he grumbles at last, stuffing his mouth with eggs.

“I apparently was not for the one I danced with, because she was very much okay to have my tongue down his throat!” he cackles, clearly proud of himself.

“Then how come you came home alone?” Harry rolls his eyes.

“Her friend drank too much and they had to take him home. But don’t worry, I got her number.”

“And what? You’ll just meet up with her for a quick round?”

“That is exactly what I plan to do.”

“Is she planning the same thing?”

“For your information, yes. I was honest with her, told her I’m not looking for anything serious, just a bit of fun and she was completely on board with that. Very mature of her, she could have easily told me to fuck off for looking for just some fucking.”

Niall finishes his food and loads the dishes into the dishwasher before pouring himself some more coffee while Harry is still eating. Harry glances up at his friend and for a moment he sees the same guy he befriended all this time ago.

The two of them have been long time friends, having gone to the same high school. Niall was always the wilder one out of them, but it was part of the balance. Harry was there to ground him when he was going off the charts. Niall was a great enthusiast of women even when he couldn’t even grow a beard. He always had at least two girls he was after and never backed out of a challenge. Though through the years he has definitely matured and even had a few serious relationships, he can still get back to the groove so easily when he has no one tying him down.

“I thought I would invite her over this afternoon, if it’s alright by you.”

Harry freezes, the fork dropping from his hand as he looks up at his friend.

“Absolutely not?!”

“What? Why? Come on, man. You wouldn’t say no if you saw her! Damn, she looked so fine, smooth skin, sweet scent, she moved so good on the dance floor, I can’t miss out on her!”

“What if she is my student, Niall? You can’t bring her here!”

“Chill, I’m pretty sure she is not your student, she is studying math, probably has nothing to do with the English department,” Niall scoffs, downing his second cup of coffee before putting the mug into the dishwasher as well.

“You can’t know that for sure.”

“There’s a great chance. Come on, are you really gonna be a cockblock?”

“Why can’t you go after women your age that don’t go to the school I teach at?” Harry growls shaking his head, already knowing he won’t say no to his friend. Niall would annoy him until he changes his mind and he is not in the mood to put up with the pestering. “She can come over but I won’t be here, just in case.”

“Bro, I owe you, big time!” Niall chuckles, patting his back as he walks past him.

“You already owe me for letting you stay here. You earn three times as much as I do and yet you didn’t bother booking a hotel room. You could bring anyone there, you know that?”

“But it’s so amazing being with my best buddy, just like in college, remember?” Niall chuckles before disappearing in the bathroom. A few moments later Harry hears the water running. Sighing he puts his own dishes into the dishwasher before cleaning up in the kitchen and retreating into his room, trying to ignore the feeling in his guts that something will definitely go off the rails soon.

Niall’s guest is set to come over around six. Harry made dinner plans with Nina Alvarez from the university, they’ve been spending more time together since her divorce a couple of months ago, though it’s strictly friendly on Harry’s side.

Now he is just trying to squeeze in some work before he is forced out of his own home so his friend could have a nice fuck. It really is like college all over again, when he and Niall shared a dorm room the first year.

His nose buried in a stack of essays for his International Literature class, he is working through the lines relentlessly, marking everything that’s out of place or nonsense before scribbling a point and grade on them.

When he has come across the third paper that had the eerily similar bullshit in it, he realizes he needs to take a break.

“Wankers,” he growls, putting those three in one stack so he can question the students about it. Other teachers would just simply fail them, but Harry is not trying to chase anyone out of school. He would rather have them redo it and get maybe a grade lower because of their fuck-up instead of just giving them an F without a word.

He turns to his computer, answering an email quickly before he checks some of the assignments handed in online. He got a notification of a late upload and it takes him to the page for his Creative Writing class and without skipping a beat, his eyes snap down to your name in the list.

Now everyone has their assignment attached, except you, since he has deleted yours out of the system, afraid that someone else might see it and get the both of you into trouble. You for sending it in and him for not reporting it. But as he hovers the cursor above your name he thinks about the downloaded document that’s buried deep on his computer.

He pulls up the folder he saved it into and opens up the menu where he has the chance to delete it. He brings the cursor above it and his finger lingers on the touchpad, so close to clicking on it, but instead of getting rid of the cursed document, he ends up opening it.

His adrenaline rises again as his eyes scan over the first page, knowing the words all too well. The thought of you creeps into his mind, your innocent, pretty face as you sit at his lecture and take notes, occasionally answering questions. The way you often tug your hair behind your ears so it doesn’t fall into your face when you’re writing, the curve of your nose that dips into your cupid’s bow and then your soft lips.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t find you attractive. You definitely caught his attention the first time you walked into his class, but that was supposed to be it. You are not the first pretty girl to sit through his rambling about writing and fiction and he knew he would forget about you easily. But then you pulled this stupid stunt and he hasn’t been able to think about anything else than the dirty fantasy of yours you let him in on accidentally.

Before he could stop himself, he starts rereading the story again, feeling himself hardening in his sweatpants by the time he reaches the end of the first page.

“Fuck,” he adjusts himself, mouth going dry when he gets to the part where you go into detail how you touch his hard cock for the first time, what it feels like under your touch and how wet it makes you to think about that you got him so hard.

The adjusting turns into gentle squeezing, he palms himself as he devours the story as if it was his first time reading and before he could realize it, he pulls his cock out of his pants and underwear, his erection weighing into his palm, begging for relief as he starts stroking himself. He wants to believe that your writing only gets him so worked up because it’s been too long since the last time he was with anyone. He is not a fan of casual hookups, so ever since he broke up with his previous girlfriend over six months ago, it’s been only his hands and porn that got him off time to time.

But deep down he knows that it’s you.

He is reading your story with growing hunger, his hand jerking him off relentlessly as he pushes himself closer to his relief, picturing everything just as you wrote, seeing it all happen like a movie in front of his eyes. When he almost moans out loud at the part where you go on and on about clenching your walls around him as he fucks into you on the tiny sofa he has in his office, he reminds himself that he is not alone and the last thing he needs is Niall busting him jerking off like a teenager. Also, side note, he hasn’t been able to look at that sofa since he has read your story.

His climax reaches him when you come in the story, the way you describe how the sensation sets you on fire has him in a chokehold every time he reads it. He pushes himself away from the desk just in time so his cum doesn’t get on any of the essays he discarded to pleasure himself. He tugs on his twitching dick a few more times, his hand and sweatpants on his thighs covered in his sticky, hot cum, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high.

When the fog of his pleasure disappears he takes a look at himself and a wave of shame washes over him. He knows it’s fucked up and he knows that it’s gonna get even worse when he has to face you again, knowing that you saw the print on his desk in his office, but he just can’t control himself. It’s like you live rent free in his head in your stupid school girl uniform that makes him hard in a heartbeat.

He cleans himself up and changes his pants, hoping Niall won’t notice that it’s a different one than the one he wore in the morning. Checking the time he sees that it’s five, so he’ll have to leave soon if he doesn’t want to run into Niall’s guest.

Walking out of his room he hears his friend talking on the phone in the guest bedroom. Though he is here on vacation, he still has some business to do and he’s been making calls a few times every day, it’s probably one of those again.

Locking himself up in the bathroom Harry washes his face, the cold water sobering him up from his little jerk-party in his room. When he stares at his reflection in the mirror he tries to figure out who this guy is that’s looking back at him, because he knows for a fact that the man he believed himself to be would never do what he just did minutes ago.

On his way back to his bedroom he hears the doorbell ring and he stops, checking the time again. It’s only five fifteen, so it can’t be Niall’s girl. His friend is still talking in his room, evidently arguing with someone so Harry thinks it’s probably just his neighbor.

He usually checks out who’s at the door through the peephole, but he is so all over the place that he just walks up to the door and swings it open. A mistake that a moment later gives him a heart attack.

Because it’s not his neighbor, not even Jehovah’s Witnesses though he wishes they were standing there. Anything would be better than the sight of him.

You’re standing there, dressed in a simple, black dress, a bottle of wine in your hands and at first you seem just as surprised to see him as he is. But you snap out of it faster than he is, a coy smile tugging on your lips as you let out a chuckle.

“Well, this is one hell of a plot twist, don’t you think, Professor Styles?”

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200 Dialogue Prompts

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A. ANGST:

“I think we should break up.”

“You aren’t who I thought you were.”

“I don’t even know who you are anymore!”

“Why can’t you look at me?”

“What’s wrong?”

“You want to be with him/her/them, don’t you?”

“You promised you’d change!”

“Am I not enough for you?”

“What is so wrong with me?”

“I’m sick of trying.”

“I don’t want to be just friends.”

“I can’t trust you anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“Your problem isn’t me, your problem is _______” (Fill in the blank)

“I’m always wrong, aren’t I?”

“You said this time it’d be different.”

“Please give me a chance.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“I wish I’d never laid eyes on you.”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

“We can’t keep this up forever.”

“You make me feel so small.”

“Don’t leave me like this!”

“Don’t ever call me again.”

“Talk to me, please.”

“Don’t push me away.”

“This is your son/daughter.”

“I think I need a break from you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I can’t promise you anything.”

“It’s better this way.”

“The baby… it’s yours.”

“After all this time, and you still can’t look me in the eye?”

“I can only blame myself.”

“I was only pretending.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“This is all because of you!”

“I don’t feel the same way.”

“Just go!”

“Please stay.”

“What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know.”

“Don’t tell me to keep calm!”

“I’m keeping the baby, with or without you.”

“I need to be alone.”

“Stop calling me.”

“I can’t remember why I ever loved you.”

“Don’t apologize; I know you don’t mean it.”

“I can’t believe what you’ve done.”

“I don’t need you, I’m fine on my own.”

B. FLUFF:

“Quit stealing all the pillows!”

“You want a bite?”

“Give me a second and I’ll show you.”

“You’ll play this game with me, won’t you?”

“What should we name him/her?”

“Have you ever played in the rain?”

“Is it hot in here or is that just you?”

“Why are your feet so cold?”

“Ride the Ferris wheel with me?”

“There’s room for two/three!”

“Stop that, I’m ticklish!”

“Put your finger here while I go get the tape.”

“Here’s my number!”

“You want chocolate or vanilla?”

“Your hands are so warm!

“Are you sure you’re not tired? Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

“You’re sweeter than candy.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Your hair’s so soft…”

“You’re my new pillow.”

“Can I rub your back?”

“If nothing lasts forever, will you be my nothing?”

“I think I love you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Hold my hand.”

“It’s not morning yet.”

“Stay for a little longer…”

“Of course I’m happy! How far along are you?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“You are my love.”

“You were right here all along.”

“Do you want my coat? It’s really cold out here.”

“You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.”

“Do you want to get dinner sometime?”

“Call me whenever… no really.”

“You’ve got flour on your cheek.”

“Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

“You don’t have to leave so soon.”

“You could put your feet in my lap, you know.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“We’re pregnant!”

“Are you science? Because I’ve got my ion you.”

“We could try cuddling.”

“Stop being so cute.”

“Are you okay?”

“Our relationship is the most important thing in my life.”

“You can sleep, I’ll keep you safe.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

C. HURT/COMFORT

“I came as soon as I heard!”

“Get back in bed, you’re not healed yet!”

“I’m not leaving your side.”

“I don’t care, I’m not staying in bed!”

“You can put your cold feet on me.”

“Want me to hold your hand?”

“Move as little as possible.”

“Hey… you’re awake!”

“Stay close, please?”

“Don’t look at me… I’m sick!”

“I think I’m going to puke…”

“I’ve never felt worse.”

“Does it hurt badly?”

“Don’t move, I’ll get help!”

“I’m so tired I can barely move.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Can you see me?”

“I’m coming for you, don’t move!”

“Want some tea?”

“Can you please stop eating that? The smell is making me nauseous.”

“Where are you? Tell me where you are.”

“Morning sickness isn’t always in the morning.”

“Eat your soup before it gets cold.”

“I want more noodles… that’s just broth and you know it.”

“Can I have a glass of water?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Yes, I’m taking care of them. They’re coming home with me.”

“Do you want me to get more blankets?”

“Did you have another nightmare?”

“Can you come pick me up?”

“Just breathe. Breath with me.”

“Where did all those bruises come from?”

“Talk to me. You can’t take on all of this alone.”

“I think I have a band-aid in my purse…”

“I’ll need something stronger than this.”

“Stop telling me you’re okay.”

“The sight of blood makes me pass out.”

“I’m in the hospital.”

“Just keep pressure on it.”

“You should probably eat something.”

“Oh hey… you’re here.”

“Oh, don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

“You don’t have to sleep here just because I got admitted.”

“You’re burning up.”

“When’s the last time you slept?”

“Hey, hey… it’s just me.”

“Calm down…”

“Because I care about you!”

“I don’t know where I am!”

“How drunk was I?”

D. LEMONS (Under the cut)

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When Y/N applied to study at the art school located in Golden Hills, a small city hidden amoung the mountains, blessed by a beautiful coastal line that is known to captivate large ammounts of turists all year around, she would’ve never guessed that she would find herself willingly stepping into a subculture in which the limits are as blurry as the feelings she shares for Harry, a green-eyed boy with long hair, black clothes and a very messy heart.

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Genre: Enemies to Lovers | College AU

Warnings: Smut*, Cursing, Alcohol & Drug Use, Borderline Abusive Behavior

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• This story will mention actions that may be considered as borderline abusive, such as public humiliation and verbal abuse. If you’re sensitive to any of these subjects I advise you not to read it.

• Even though one of the main characters in this story is inspired by a real person (Harry Styles), I purposefully avoided mentioning his last name because writing explicit things under his name made me feel a uncomfortable, since he never conceded me the right to write about him.

• Every character mentioned in this story is a legal and consenting adult.

• Although the events narrated are completely fictional, they’re inspired by real college traditions that I’ve experienced myself. I later realized that understanding these traditions may be a little challenging if you’re not already familiar with them, so if you’re curious or want to know more about them feel free to ask.

Chapter I - Golden Hills (11/07) Goodbyes are bittersweet… and this school is already a bit weird, isn’t it?

Chapter II - The Rabbit Hole (13/07) The school is still weird, but now there’s a inconsiderate boy with a bad temper.

Chapter III - Mouthful of Pride (15/07) You’ve got a problem holding your tongue, and a strong hate for flavored syrup.

Chapter IV - Cards On The Table ( 21/07) Energy drinks lead to bold moves and a disastrous Truth or Dare game.

Chapter V - Strike One* (30/07) Late night drives and curious hands, but it was just a one time slip right?

Chapter VI - The Love Drug (21/08) A magic pill takes you on scenic trip to nowhere, then you wake up on a different side of the bed.

Chapter VII - Hold the Line* Part 1 (31/08) Jealousy looks terrible on you, and those fishing boots sure are no better. Part 2* (06/09) Bull shots, frat parties and a possessive boy that won’t hesitate to drop to his knees for you.

Chapter VIII - Why Are You Here? (21/11) Emergency school encounters lead to a knock at your door at 2AM.

Chapter IX - Sweet and Sour* (12/01) Who would’ve guessed that a simple cuddle sesh could lead to such a splashy mess?

Chapter X - Fake Blood and Understandings (10/02) Stolen kisses, creepy costumes and a Halloween party that leaves you antsy for all the wrong reasons.

Chapter XI - Silly Love Songs* (10/04) How is it that a ruined date could end so happily?

Chapter XII - Coming Soon

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[harryskiwis]

proof that harry is sad boy styles:

stayed in gemma’s bedroom for a week after she left for university

brings candles that smell of home on tour with him so he has a piece of home with him at all times

watches the same films over and over again so he feels safe in that he knows what is happening

emails himself every day a list of what he needs to do in order to stay on top of things and organised

still remembers the scent of his first girlfriend’s perfume

when asked to design a tattoo he writes “love me please?”

attaches himself to families around him so he feels a sense of stability

stayed with one of said families for 18-20 months

sat with members of the crew shooting dunkirk who spoke french but just laughed when they did so he could fit in

‘How did you feel when you were alone in that hotel room, because you chose to be alone?’

but you, you never do……do you?

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Y/N and Harry hate each other, until they don’t. 

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Warnings: Asshole Harry, A LOT of swearing (I’m sorry,) mentions of anxiety, a questionable game of drink or truth & smut 

(A/N FINALLY I FINISHED!!  Blood, sweat and tears has been put into this one, so I hope you all enjoy! Love you all <3 Also you may have to open in your web browser bc she is big af xx) 

It wasn’t that Y/N didn’t like Harry, in all honesty, she didn’t know him well enough to come to that conclusion. But from what she’d seen so far, she wasn’t too impressed. She had never found it too challenging to make new friends, often finding herself able to get along with even the oddest of characters, but with Harry, it was a different story.

Perhaps if they weren’t forced to stay in the same house during quarantine, having to spend days on end with only each other and their housemates to cure their boredom, things would be different. Maybe, just maybe Harry wouldn’t have come across as so disagreeable and overbearing. 

However, at this rate, Y/N was led to believe it was just who he was. An asshole who had somehow tricked the entire planet into believing he was the epitome of the ‘boy next door’ stereotype. 

Sarah, Y/N’s cousin, had called her sometime around July, asking her if she wanted to quarantine with her, her boyfriend, Mitch and a few mates rather than alone in her somewhat dingy apartment. Y/N had immediately jumped at the opportunity. Quarantining by herself had already proved to be somewhat tricky and incredibly depressing. While she loved her charming little abode, she was certainly not prepared to spend the next few months stuck inside it, alone, watching ‘Friends’ reruns with a bottle of wine and only her three potted cacti to keep her company. 

So, naturally, that led her to the doorstep of Sarah and Mitch’s huge shared house with butterflies in her stomach, imagining what her new housemates would be like. 

Sarah had told Y/N all about Mitch, Jeff and Harry, exclaiming how funny, kind and welcoming they would be, and well, Y/N was excited, she needed some new friends. After her last break up about a year ago, had lost her a boyfriend and subsequently the mutual friends of his that she thought had become hers too, she felt slightly lonely. For Y/N the chance to cure isolation boredom blues and make some new friends was an offer she wouldn’t dream of refusing. 

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ping!

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Ophanim

In which Harry is a grumpy angel on Earth, and y/n has just been sent down from Heaven. Part 1.

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When Harry had been sent down from Heaven to the human world, he had truly been very excited.

You see, he’d spent his entire life up in Heaven hearing about Earth – about green trees and lush grass, fertile soil and ripe fruits. His textbooks back in angel school had been filled with images of forests packed with evergreens and fields overflowing with flowers. He’d studied pages covered with pictures of the pretty roses and daisies and daffodils, and could only imagine how sweet all the flowers on Earth smelled.

His home up in the clouds was beautiful of course! The weather up in heaven was always sunny (but never too hot) and the white clouds were always soft and fluffy!

But, as pristine as his life in the clouds was… he longed to feel the wonders of the Earth. 

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#I LOVED #SO GOOD TBH SO GOOD

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seen a lot of these with your favorites, but reblog with the CURRENT book you are reading, show you are streaming, the last movie you watched, and any game/puzzle/crafts you’re working on 

#book: american royals #wanda vision but also rewatching bridgerton #last movie was some movie with olivia wilde in it but i cant remember the name #working on cleaning my room and writing a book lol

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“He was very loud. I think the first time I got in serious trouble is when I pushed him off a chair because he wouldn’t stop crying. Then there was the time Harry actually tried to get me in trouble, when I told him WWF wrestling was all staged - he took it as a personal insult and as revenge told Mum that I was the worst thing he could think of… a drug dealer. “No she isn’t, Harry… she’s nine””

— Gemma about Harry (via finelineharry)

[harryskiwis]

Hey, if you know someone with ADHD

I just wanna let you lads without adhd in on something

Those of us with adhd have this nifty little thing called RSD. It stands for rejection sensitive dysphoria. Something like 99.8% of people with adhd have it. It’s an example of how adhd messes with emotional regulation.

If someone with adhd even perceives that they may possibly upset someone whose opinion and love they value, they may have a complete emotional breakdown, complete with tears and the certainty that they will now be hated forever. This reaction can also be caused by their own opinion of themselves.

If you see someone you know who has adhd make a mistake, please be gentle with them - especially if that mistake is related to you or someone else. You may save them an RSD episode and a lot of heartache.

Also, as a side note, RSD can also kick in when it comes to things someone with adhd likes. For instance, if I find a comic online and find it funny, if I show it to you, I’m confiding in you not to hurt me. Showing someone something I love takes a huge amount of trust. That’s because, if someone who I care about says something mean or negative about something I like, it can literally, permanently ruin it for me.

This isn’t melodramatics. It’s not about being bitter or petty. It’s an RSD response that comes from feeling inadequate if the things I like don’t measure up to the people whose opinions I care about. I’ve had entire hyperfixations absolutely ruined for me because my sister said she ‘didn’t get it’ and compared beloved characters to something she knows I hate. I could no longer see that show without thinking of the overwhelming sadness that came with that experience. That show became shame. It’s taken almost a year for me to even be able to palate looking at content for it again.

These days, I don’t share hyperfixations with people I’m not confident understand how much they mean to me. It’s a touchy subject and can end in devastation.

So, my point is, if you know someone with ADHD, please be kind to them and keep this in mind when they share things with you. You don’t have to like something or even understand it to show compassion. Maybe ask a question or two before letting the topic trail off. If you don’t seem very interested, they’re likely to find other people to talk about it with anyway, since it’s clear you’re not very into it (depending on how socially aware they are). However, even if they can tell you’re not into it, you’ve made a compassionate and understanding experience for them, showing your support and love and letting them know you care.

#adhd is often overlooked #it’s sad

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thanks to miss sadie ( @meetmeinfleetwood ) for tagging me in this! <33

named after someone?: no! my parents didn’t name me until they saw me. they said i “looked like a sophie.”

last time you cried?: tuesday.

do you have any kids?: no thank god

do you use sarcasm a lot?: it’s my second spoken language so ofc.

what’s the first thing you notice about people?: hmmm probably what they’re wearing. i have an eye for fashion 👁👁

eye color?: blue

scary movie or happy ending?: i’m a sucker for both but considering i’m a part time party princess............happy ending.

special talents?: i can balance on my tip toes and i also sing a lot.

what country were you born in?: 🇺🇸

what are your hobbies?: singing, acting, writing, dressing up as a princess for children, and watching anime 🤩

do you have any pets?: YESSSSS my doggie harry (no not after harry styles), and my sister has two frogs.

what sports do you play?: literally none lmao. i did play soccer for a while, but i stopped doing that to be in choir and the school musicals. im a competitive soprano tho 🤺

height: 5’3 😻

favorite subject: english for sure, but choir is my favorite class.

dream job: an elementary school teacher!

i literally have no one to tag bc i don’t know anyone on here, but feel free to participate!

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“Harry’s stylist, right?”

Summary: Harry and his personal stylist are great collaborators, on screen and off. She helps his visions come to life and in turn they’ve become close friends. As she helps him to bring his fashion dreams come to life during the Fine Line era, will some other dreams come to life as well?

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Harry and his stylist go from colleagues to friends to lovers because they’ve been in love with each other from the jump

this fit is very important to this part lmaooo - I literally have no idea what to call this lol, anyway I’ve been sitting on this for forever and I wanted to get something out for yall and i love this story there will be a part 2 when i get to a writing mood. I love this story bc its my literal dream - anyway!! pls enjoy and reblog and lmk what you think :)

Word Count: 14k | Warnings: swearing, drinking, tame for now, should be smut eventually - aka slow burn (what else would you expect from me at this point i guess)

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