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i can't lie to you i loveee bad endings sometimes. what if nothing worked out. what if the characters gave into their worst instincts. what if they became worse. what if there's truly no hope left. what will they do out of desperation? who will they become as their worst selves?
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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My Masterlist
I used to write a lot, here's me getting back into it. Enjoy 😊
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Harry Styles
Out on the Town
Eddie Munson
Its Embarrassing
part 1 part 2
Water Under the Bridge
Part 1 Part 2a Part 2b
Why Didn't You Tell Me?
Stiles Stilinski
Sometimes its Fate
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“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
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When I read a fanfic I like, the author becomes a mini celebrity to me. So when an author with a work I like kudos’ or comments on my own fanfic I just-
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No list today. Xx
#personal#my mammam died last night#and i cant be arsed to sort all the links ive collected this week out
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Water Under the Bridge (Eddie Munson x oc) Part 2b
I wrote this years ago as a short part of a long story I had in my head, and woke up this morning thinking it would make a good Eddie fic. So here it is again. Bet you can't guess who it originally written for?
Background: Eddie and Amelia dated in highschool but Eddie dumped her many times. When they left school Steve offered her a job working with him abroad and she took it to get over Eddie. Amelia has to tell Eddie how she feels...
Read part 1 here
Read a alternative ending here
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The stairs creaked under Amelia’s feet, causing Eddie to look up from his toast.
“Feeling better this morning?”
Amelia descended the last couple stairs before she spoke.
“I’m sorry. Steve told me what happened last night. It wasn’t fair. I am sorry.”
Eddie shrugged.
“No, Eddie. I am sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. It wasn’t right. I kicked off for no reason.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Shit happens when alcohol is involved,” He dusted off his hands and got up to put his plate in the sink to wash later, “and you had a lot.”
“I did go a little overboard.”
A small cough could be heard from upstairs. Amelia knew it was Steve telling her to get on with it. If I just blurted it out, it might help me, she thought. Or maybe I should break it carefully?
“Can I talk to you about something?”
Eddie didn’t turn around, he just sighed, not saying anything.
“Eddie-“
Eddie cut you off. “I still love you.”
They both just stood silent for a second, Eddie facing outside and Amelia unsure whether to look at the back of his head or at the floor.
“I needed to tell you before you went back to Europe.”
Amelia could feel her breath starting to shake, and then her face became very wet, very quickly. This was all she wanted to hear and she couldn’t contain herself. Eddie turned around when he heard her sniff loudly.
“Are you ok? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset yo-“
“No, its...I wanted to air some things out first.”
Eddie laughed, “We’ve got time to air out whatever you want. If you still want me after everything?”
“Always were straightforward, weren’t you. Yes, of course.”
It was going to be hard work sorting out everything that happened in the past, but for now she had Eddie and Eddie had her and for Amelia right then, everything that happened was all just water under the bridge.
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Thank you for reading any feedback or comments are more than welcome 🩷🩷
Read part 1 here
Read alternative ending here
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when the story is just not working, but you keep writing anyway
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Water Under the Bridge (Eddie Munson x oc) Part 2a
I wrote this years ago as a short part of a long story I had in my head, and woke up this morning thinking it would make a good Eddie fic. So here it is again. Bet you can't guess who it originally written for?
Background: Eddie and Amelia dated in highschool but Eddie dumped her many times. When they left school Steve offered her a job working with him abroad and she took it to get over Eddie. Amelia has to tell Eddie how she feels...
Read part 1 here
Read alternative ending here
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The stairs creaked under Amelia’s feet, causing Eddie to look up from his toast.
“Feeling better this morning?”
Amelia descended the last couple stairs before she spoke.
“I’m sorry. Steve told me what happened last night. It wasn’t fair. I am sorry.”
Eddie shrugged.
“No, Eddie. I am sorry. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. It wasn’t right. I kicked off for no reason.”
“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Shit happens when alcohol is involved,” He dusted off his hands and got up to put his plate in the sink to wash later, “and you had a lot.”
“I did go a little overboard.”
A small cough could be heard from upstairs. Amelia knew it was Steve telling her to get on with it. If I just blurted it out, it might help me, she thought. Or maybe I should break it carefully? Her mouth made the decision on its on.
“I still love you.”
Eddie stood facing the window over the sink and didn’t turn around, he just sighed.
“Eddie-“
“I know. I love you as well. I always have.”
They both just stood silent for a second, Eddie facing outside and Amelia unsure whether to look at the back of his head or at the floor. It felt so underwhelming. She’d imagined it was going to be this moment when they suddenly came back together and it would all fall into place again and they could give each other a chance and be happy together now. But something didn’t feel quite right. They were different people now than when they were at school. Eddie had played her over and over. And now she had told him- well it wasn’t anything like she wanted.
“Is that enough though?”
This made Eddie finally turn around. He didn’t look shocked at all, he just had a solemn face.
“I don’t think so, no.”
“Do you think we could’ve ever made it work?”
He shrugged. “Maybe, if I hadn’t been an arsehole before. I’m sorry for everything. shouldn’t have broke up with you before. I just...I suppose it doesn’t matter now.”
“Suppose not. Thank you though.”
And they both smiled at each other.
It wasn’t what she wanted in her heart of hearts but she thought it might be what she needed. It was just nice to know he felt the same and that some part of both of them was sorry for everything. After everything, it was the past and Amelia was right, it was just all water under the bridge.
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Read happy ending here
#eddie munson#ex!eddie#oc#angst#eddie munson angst#eddie angst#part 2#obsessedwithitall#water under the bridge
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It's Embarrassing (Eddie Munson x reader) (Part 1)
I woke up this morning with this in my head and have been trying to write it all day. Also, I don't like smoking, I'm just going through a phase. Can you tell I've never smoked? I am the squarest.
Everyone is in their 20s, Eddie and reader have been in a secret relationshipish for a few months. Angst.
There is a part 2 I think. I just need to get the ending right. Feedback is welcome xx
Part 2 is here
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You pulled your t-shirt over your naked body before you took the cigarette from Eddie, put it to your mouth and immediately started choking on the smoke.
He looked at you with concern. “You ok?”
“Yeah,” you coughed, “super.”
“You have smoked before right?”
“Yeah.” You waited a second before shaking your head no. He gestured for you to give it to him and he took a long drag, not choking like you did.
“What?”
“That was hot.” You buried your face in his neck and he began to laugh. You in nothing but your t-shirt, Eddie in nothing but his boxers, yes, you could get used to this.
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That morning was rushed as you and Eddie got up awfully late and then you had to go home for your uniform. The door to family video was already open when you got there, leaving your car quickly and running into the store.
“I'm sorry.”
“Don't worry, I did the morning rush.” You rolled your eyes at Robin. There never was any morning rush.
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The phone began to ring.
“Family video, how can I help you?”
“I can think of a few ways.”
A very recognisable voice came through the phone and made you drop your customer service demeanour. “Stop.”
“I can't help it. I missed you.”
“Its been like an hour.” You checked around for where Robin had gone but couldn’t find her so assumed she must have gone into the back.
“I'd say nearly 2.”
“An hour and 10 minutes is not nearly 2 hours.”
Eddie replied quieter than before. “2 whole hours I've been thinking about those cute little panties you left on my floor.” You blushed.
“I'm at work, you can't say that.”
“No one can hear though.”
“You should be at work.”
“I am.”
“Are you calling off the garage phone? Eddie, anyone could hear.” You tried to sound annoyed but somehow you weren't as mad as you wanted to be.
“No they won't. Its only me in now, everyone else had having an early lunch.” That relaxed you a little. “Anyway, you coming over again tonight?”
Your faced twisted a little, unsure if you should. “I don't know, I've gotta do laundry and I should probably clean my apartment.”
“I could always come help?”
“I don't know how helpful you’d be.”
“I could always help you with some of your clothes...”
The thought made you scrunch your face and attempt to hide a huge grin.
“Clean or dirt-”
Robin started her way back through the store to you, so you quickly cut him off.
“Thank you for calling madam. Goodbye.” Your voice quick and very dry, you slammed the phone down on the receiver quickly.
“What was that about?”
Hiding your blushed face by looking down you picked up a pile of videos and took them to the back of the store. “Erm... they were asking about Betamax.”
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It had been a slow day. So slow that it seemed to go on forever. The sun had finally started setting when Eddie and Steve meandered into the store. Neither you nor Robin, who was sat on top of the front counter, greeted them when they came in, to busy staring into space and sucking on lollipops to notice them.
“What is that?”
Robin pushed the round top of her lollipop into your neck, just below your shirt collar.
“Robin, that's gross.” Your neck felt sticky now.
“That is gross. Who did that to you?” her faced pulled into a huge grin.
“Stop.” You pulled your collar down a bit and looked at your reflection in the tall windows. For fuck sake. You’d checked for marks this morning, clearly not well enough.
“Who was it? Did you stop over, oh is that why you were late this morning?”
“I wasn’t late.”
“Tell me.”
“No.”
“How did I not notice that sooner? Who was it?”
“Its noone.”
“Is it because those bozos are here?”
She eluded to Eddie and Steve hanging around the back of the store.
“No, its-“
Robin yelled across the room, “Munson, Harrington, get out.”
“Why?”
“She won't tell me who’s been attacking her neck because you two won't leave.”
If the ground would swallow you up now that would be wonderful. You could feel your face flushing bright red, and now not only Robin but Steve and Eddie were all staring at the purple stain on your neck. Steve with curiosity, Robin with disgust and Eddie with sick pride.
“I'm not going anywhere. I want to know who our dear friend has been slutty with.” Eddie sang. Why was he doing this to you?
“I'm not being slutty with anybody.”
“Who was it?” Robin asked again.
Then Eddie started with the rapid fired accusations.
“Was it Jason?”
“Ew.”
“Paul?”
“No.”
“Craig?”
“No.”
“Harrington?” Steve looked very confused and shook his head.
“Eddie-“
“Michael?”
“Stop it.”
You’d had enough. Storming away from the front counter you left your 3 friends behind and made a beeline for the employee bathroom, tears threatening to burst from your eyes. Robin pushed herself away from the counter to follow you but Eddie stopped her.
“I went too far. I’ll go.”
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The bathroom stall door shook as someone knocked on the wood.
“Go away, Robin.”
“Not Robin.”
You opened the door and Eddie was stood far too close, blocking your exit. Pushing him out of the way you threw your hands against the sink to hold yourself up and stared into the mirror.
“I'm sorry, I went too far.”
“You think.”
“Why don't you tell them?”
“I can’t. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“A reputation?”
“And this,” The bruise on your neck seemed to grow under your gaze. Everyone would know. What would your parents say? What would everyone say? Even if you covered it with makeup, Robin and Steve knew so all your friends would know soon. You snapped. “This is embarrassing, Eddie.”
All you heard was the bang of the bathroom door as Eddie stormed out, not saying a word.
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You knew your car was going to be much warmer than any welcome you got from Eddie but you hadn’t seen him in a week, so you needed to talk to him.
Wayne answered the door and your heart sank.
“Hey, sweetheart. He’s not here.”
“Oh, ok. Thank you. When he comes back, can you... ask him to call me? He’s got my number and everything so...”
You stepped back on the porch slightly, before thinking again.
“And if he’s needs to um, I know your line isn’t always good, so if he's got to use the phone down the street, can you give him these?”
You placed at least 2 dollars worth of quarters in Wayne’s hand and smiled a tight-lipped sad smile at him. He nodded and showed you the same.
Wayne watched you get into your car and drive off before he shut the door. Eddie stood in the kitchen pulling at his lip.
“You going to call her or what?”
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Part 2 is here
Any feedback is welcome and encouraged. Thank you so much for reading 💜💜💜
[I only watched the first 7 episodes of season one of Stranger Things so I'm sorry if it feels wrong. I will not be watching anymore]
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Water Under the Bridge (Eddie Munson x oc)
So part 2, sad ending or happy ending?
Part 1
Part 2a
Part 2b
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Water Under the Bridge (Eddie Munson x oc)
I wrote this years ago as a short part of a long story I had in my head, and woke up this morning thinking it would make a good Eddie fic. So here it is again. Bet you can't guess who it originally written for?
Also it originally had 2 different part 2 endings. So what are we feeling, happy ending or sad ending?
Background: Eddie and Amelia dated in highschool but Eddie dumped her many times. When they left school Steve offered her a job working with him abroad and she took it to get over Eddie.
One part 2 is happy and one is sadder, take a risk here or choose which at the end
Part 2a
Part 2b
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The cocktails were good, but the whiskey was better. It reminded you of school parties and doing stuff you weren’t meant to be doing, when you and Eddie were good and you were being childish because you were a child and not because he brought it out in you.
After suggesting some drinking song she’d learnt whilst travelling and singing it very loudly and forcing yet another load of whiskey down her throat, Amelia started on the cocktails again. People were getting up to dance but she wasn’t sure she could even stand.
Amelia put her head on the table for a second, just to shut her eyes, a quick power nap before going to the bar again.
“Mi? Are you alright?”
She shot her head up again, too quickly, and it made the room spin. “I’m brilliant.”
“I think it’s time to get you home.” Eddie said. He stood up next to Amelia’s seat and put his hand on her arm to help her up.
“I don’t want to go.” Amelia protested. “I’m fine. I don’t need to go home yet.”
“Mimi, I think you’re done.”
“Well, I don’t care what you think.”
“Come on.” He picked up her jacket and gently started lifting her arm.
“Get your hands off me.”
“Stop it, come on.”
“Stop touching me, who do you think you are? Get your hands off me.”
Some strange girls came over to the couple, looking mad as hell.
“Is this guy bothering you babe?”
Amelia straightened herself up. “He is actually, yeah.”
One of the girls took Amelia’s hand and pulled her over to their table, while another of them squared up to Eddie. She looked in his eyes and glared, before turning away and going over to the table with her friends. They got Amelia a drink and just chatted with her for a while.
Eddie tried a couple times to go over and convince Amelia to stop being so stupid and just let him take her home but every time he was met with the girl who squared up to him before.
“She doesn’t want to go with you. Leave her alone. Now fuck off before we call the police.”
That was it for him. He tried to help her but she wouldn’t listen. She was basically passing out in the booth with the girls and all he wanted to do was get her home safely.
He went outside the bar to try and find Steve. She’ll go with him no problem, Eddie thought. It broke his heart a little, that she no longer trusted him, and even after all this time they couldn’t seem to come together enough for even friendship to work, let alone any kind of relationship. But she would do anything for his friend. Maybe they were meant to be, he thought, and there was nothing that he could do.
Steve was stood outside with some other friends.
“Eddie, what’s going on?”
“Amelia is so drunk, she keeps drinking and I tried to get her home but she won’t even let me help her up. These girls took her to their table because she wouldn’t stop shouting at me like I was some kind of pervert touching her up.”
When Steve went inside he found Amelia easily. The girls around her were talking amongst themselves but her eyes were basically closing.
Amelia felt a tap on her shoulder and she woke fully up with a fury in her she’d never felt before. She turned her head, ready to give Eddie another mouthful but instead saw Steve stood there.
“Heya Steve.” She said giving him a sloppy thumbs up and winking.
“You ready to go home?”
“I suppose. Can I finish my drink though?”
“Something tells me, you’ve had enough.” He took her drink out of her hand and placed it on the table in front of her. “Thank you for taking care of her, ladies.”
Outside the cold air hit Amelia almost instantly. Steve was supporting nearly her whole weight. Luckily the bar wasn’t too far from home but Steve wished he had brought his car. Every hundred meters Amelia was stopping the throw up in the gutter of the street.
“I didn’t know I had this much liquid inside me.” She whispered the fourth time she stopped. She put her head on Steve’s shoulder to try and compose herself a second. “How much further? I’m tired”
“Not too far. Do you think you can walk on your own a bit? You are getting a bit heavy.”
She nodded and attempted to walk the rest of the way on her own, only half managing it.
The next morning Amelia woke with a banging headache. She didn’t even attempt to sit up, as she thought her head might have just exploded at the pressure change. She suddenly became very hot, so removed the bed covers from herself, to find she was wearing a new set of pyjamas. She had no memory of getting into them, or even getting home last night. She couldn’t remember most of last night actually. She just hoped she hadn’t done anything too bad.
A knock at her door woke her again from her half hangover sleep. She shouted at them to come in and Steve entered and sat on the end of her bed. He looked knackered.
“Feeling alright?”
Amelia just groaned, fearing shaking her head would make it hurt more.
“Why have I got these pyjamas on?”
Steve sighed. “You threw up all over your other ones.”
“Are you serious?”
“Deadly. I was surprised you had any vomit left in you, the amount of times you threw up on the way home. I had to come find you, you started screaming at Eddie to get off you apparently. When I got there you were sitting with these girls I’ve never seen.”
Amelia groaned again and threw her hand over her eyes. She didn’t want to be seen right now. How could she really be that stupid?
“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t even planning on drinking that much.”
“It’s not me you should be apologising to. We’re going to sort this today.”
The duvet was removed from the bed, making Amelia’s leg unpleasantly cold.
Steve took hold of her hands and pulled her upright. “Come on.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You’re going to talk to Eddie.”
Amelia shook her head and resisted. “No, Steve. I don’t even remember last night, I’m sure he doesn’t. It’s all water under the bridge at this point.”
“Not about last night. All of it. You’re going to tell him how you feel now.”
She stopped pulling back and let her arms go limp. Steve stopped pulling and just let her sit for a second. She couldn’t do that. Amelia thought she’d got over everything and stopped pining when she went to work for Steve overseas but it was starting to seem like she hadn’t stopped at all. She was that same 16 year old upset her boyfriend had left her to work on his band, she was that same 18 year old crying over their breakup and the same 20 year old who waited a year to be told the same thing all over again. She wasn’t over him.
“I can’t. It’s all too much. The past is the past and all that.”
“Bullshit.”Steve swore.
“Ste-“
“If you don’t go and talk to him now, you can’t come back with me. You will no longer have a job.”
That comment made her sit up straighter. “You can’t do that.”
“I can. You’re my assistant. I’ll do what I want.”
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Happier ending here
Sadder ending here
Feedback is always welcome xxx
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Out on the Town (ex!Harry Styles x reader)
I was listening to Out on the Town by fun. and this came into my head. Its not exactly like the song because it spiralled as many stories do. I wasn't sure who it was with but I wrote Harry in for now. May change my mind later. I wrote this instead of going to sleep so if it's bad I'm sorry.
Warnings: mentions of cheating, angst, alcohol, swearing.
Words: <1000
Not proofread....
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“What the fuck are you doing?” Harry’s voice whispered into the night. He sounded mad. Why shouldn't he be though? It was 3.40 am and you were throwing stones at his bedroom window. No normal person would be ok with that.
Harry took the small stones from your hand and threw them onto the driveway. “What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you.” you slurred your words, and bent down to pick up more stones. The night out with the girls hadn’t ended how you'd thought it would. Your best friend had gone home with a guy and you'd had an argument with your other 2 friends, you couldn't even remember what it was about. You just knew that you needed to see Harry.
He grabbed your wrist before you could throw more stones at his window. His face was stern now. “No, you need to go.”
“I needed to see you.”
“Y/N, I haven't seen you in 6 months.”
“I was out with the girls tonight.”
“You need to go home.” He walked back into the house and you heard the quiet rustling of keys.
“Why do you keep trying to get rid of me? I just want to talk.” You shouted after him.
“You can't just show up at my house and throw stones at my window. That is how you break shit. Come on, I'm taking you home.” He held tightly onto your wrist and pulled you towards his car.
“I don't want to go home.” You protested. He just yanked your arm again.
“Babe what's going on?”
Harry placed his hand on the top of the car to compose himself.
You realised the real reason for him to pull you away so fast.
“Babe?” a woman poked her head out of the front door, stood in the cold night sir in her pyjamas, she shivered slightly.
“That's why I got to go home right? Wow!!” you rolled your eyes, raising your voice again.
Harry pushed you behind him, out of view. “Its just an old friend, she's had a bit too much to drink and got confused, I think.” He face changed from the angry one to a soft smiling one when he looked at her.
“Does she need to stay the night?”
“Oh you’d love that wouldn’t you?” Harry grabbed your waist and held you in place, he opened the car door and pushed you into the seat.
His face pleaded with you to sit still. “I'm just going to take her home. It'll be easier than calling her boyfriend.” He whispered back to the house.
Your last boyfriend broke up with you over a year ago but Harry knew that. It was a quick lie to get his girlfriend to not worry about him. It worked.
“Go to bed babe, I’ll be home at soon as I can.” He gave her a quick kiss and then shut the door behind him as he slumped towards the car.
It wasn't until most of the way home that you decided to resume some form of conversation.
“What's her name?”
“You know her name. It's Laura.”
“She looks like a whore.”
You knew it was mean. Why would it matter if she did? She looked kind either way. The thought made tears come to your eyes.
The car pulled alongside your house, the light on the landing shining through the upstairs window.
“I need you to not come to my house again.” Harry sighed.
“What?”
He continued to stare out of the windshield. “Look, I don't want to have this conversation now, but honestly I don't want to call you in the morning so please listen really hard. Do not come to my house, do not call me, do not text me, do not email me.”
“Harry-“
“No. I can't do this anymore.”
“I miss you.”
“Yeah, I miss you too.”
“You were my best friend. Before everything else. Before we went out, before...”
“Before you slept with Darren?” he looked at you with no emotion in his eyes and it scared you.
For once you couldn’t speak. Your alcohol fuelled brain had lost all semblance of sentence structure and word meaning. You knew you'd done wrong before and you weren't sure why you had thought it was a good idea to go to Harry’s house tonight but you didn’t think it’d go like this.
“I can't keep going over it with you. I loved you my whole life. But You ruined 15 years of friendship. I waited so many years for you to love me back, you said you did, and you fucked it all up.”
Your voice escaped your throat, terribly small “I always loved you.”
“No.”he shook his head vigorously, “You don’t get to do that. Not now. You don’t just get to swing by when your feeling sad and ruin my life again. I'm happy. Laura makes me happy.”
“Happier than I do?”
“You don't need me. You never needed me.”
The silence in the car hung in the air like smoke and it made it almost impossible to breathe.
“Get out my car.”
“Harry...”
“Get out.”
You stumbled out of the car door, slamming it harshly and watched him pull further back into the street. He stared at you until you rifled through your handbag for your house keys, clumsily finding the lock on the door, and he waited until your shut the door behind you to drive off.
What had you done?
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I don't know why I'm so into writing angst atm but I do love writing an argument. Any feedback is very welcome
#harry styles#angst#cheating#arguement#alcohol#drunk#ex!harry#harry styles angst#harry styles fanfiction
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let me love you
ariana grande
stiles x fem!reader
content - heavy making out, j!off [ (slight) (fem+male!recieving) ], kinky!stiles
i just broke up with my ex, now i’m out here single
the parties beat hit hard. your head was pounding and flushed by all the alcohol in your system. it was hard for you to get over your ex, but as the saying goes you need to get under someone else.
stiles was that someone else.
i don’t really know what’s next
when you first locked eyes with the brunette, his eyes scanned your body. you were taken aback at such a sudden move, but decided to pursue.
minutes later, his hands were all over your body. the corner was occupied by your two bodies, and space seemed to fill your lungs. the music in the background thumped through your the house.
his lips suctioned onto your neck, and your hand down his pants. slowly gripping his hard cock, and messing with it in your hand. your fingers slightly brushed his tip, and he groaned into the hickey.
the terror of getting caught rushed like adrenaline through both your veins. you couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol, but his lips felt like fire. they ever so slightly trembled as your hand continued pumping his long member.
and i don’t normally say this, but goddamn, you’re the best
his breath was warm against the crease of your neck as he pulled away from the love bites. you felt his body shake as some pre-cum landed onto his jeans. it dripped down onto your wrist and you pulled away your hand.
you held your wrist up to your lips, and sucked on the salty cum. his eyes widened in your bold attempt, and it worked. his hands slowly found their way down your tight pants. he brushed your lacy panties to the side, and led his fingers to your clit.
and if it feels right, promise i don’t mind
at first he was grazing your swollen clit, but then his fingers started to rub. your body felt on fire, and you had to push your back against the wall. he led with your body, and continued.
you felt your end come near, his fingers continued to work their role. his eyes stared into yours. he kept the eye-contact as you whimpered, and whined for release. you saw a slight smirk on his face at your expressions.
right before your burst, his fingers were taken aback. “i want you to taste yourself”, he groaned. his eyes were focused on his own fingers, but lightly traced up to your eyes. “open your mouth”, he said slyly.
and if it feels right, promise i’ll stay here all night
you obeyed his very words, and opened your mouth slightly. he grabbed your chin with his other hand, “more princess”. your eyes strayed away from his, until he moved his head to get in your eyesight.
your mouth opened even wider, and he slowly stuck his fingers in your mouth. you tasted a hint of sweetness, and sucked upon it yourself. your eyes gazed into his, he groaned as you continued to suck.
just let me lo-o-o-o-ve you, you
you felt his buldge against your tight dress. his fingers went deeper into your mouth, almost hitting the back of your throat. you took your hand, and traced them out. “lets go somewhere more, private”, you giggled.
oh lord, she grindin’ on this grande, oh lord
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Right so I'm doing a scary thing. I want to open up requests if anyone has any.
I'm far from amazing at writing but I find it hard t pin my own ideas down. If anyone has any prompts or ideas and no time to write them, I would like to try.
I'll write for Harry Styles, Stiles Stilinski and Eddie Munson for now and see if I fancy anymore later xxxx
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Ok, I have two alternatives, pick which one you like the best.
Reader get picked to tutor Eddie even though they have always been at each other's throat, she thinking he's a drama queen, pissed that the popular people doesn't like him and he thinks she's a stuck up bitch without humor.
So they go back and forth but maybe one day when she's having a bad day and Eddie says something and she starts crying he gets all "what, how, why? What did I do, please don't cry!"
Or, that he catches her reading a romance novel and outwardly she has always just read classics - books that are 'high education'
Request by @somethingvicked 🫶💞 went with the first option 💞
Warnings; Little bit of angst, meanish Eddie, fluff. Accidental kiss.
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"You've got to be kidding me?" you gawk at Miss O'Donnell who has called you back at the end of class. She's asked you to tutor someone and at first you were all for it.
That's until you found out it was Eddie Munson, Munson who is currently sitting at the back of the class with his feet up on the desk in front of him, he gives you a sarcastic little wave and you turn back to Miss O'Donnell and hope she comes to her senses.
"He needs a tutor if he wants to graduate. You're the best student in the class. It will look wonderful on your college applications that you tutored Mr Munson" shit there was really no getting out of this.
Reluctantly you turn to Eddie who already doesn't like you. In his honest opinion you seemed prissy and stuck up. The two of you spent half your time at each other's throats, it had been like that for so long.
Equally you couldn't stand Eddie either. He was loud, a show off and you were sure he was jealous of the popular people he claimed to hate.
How you would manage to tutor him for weeks on end was anyone's guess. One thing's for sure, you were dreading this.
"Meet me after school tomorrow and we can get started okay?" You say to him already grumpy at having to spend extra time with him. Eddie swings his legs off the desk and smirks, then bows.
"As you wish princess" ugh, you storm out but not before hearing Eddie's laughter.
Asshole.
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The first week of tutoring Eddie is as horrible as you expected. He's antagonistic, makes no effort and needles at your patience until it's paper thin.
"How can you be expected to graduate if you don't make an effort?" You snap as Eddie strums on his guitar.
"That old bat has it in for me, even when I try my best she still doesn't care" Eddie hisses back and you feel the beginnings of a headache come on.
"You just need to apply yourself better, if you want to graduate then you need to ace this Munson" he glares at you.
"Don't you think I know that? It's easy for you though isn't it princess, since your little miss perfect" the insult flares up your annoyance and you and Eddie devolve into your usual arguments.
"Don't you think I have better things to do then tutor you Munson? So do us both a favour and start paying attention, so we can go our separate ways sooner".
He huffs and places down his guitar with gentle care, grabs his notebook and
"Did you draw these?" you ask curious as you trace your fingers over the images on his notebook. He nods and looks at you like he's expecting you to give him shit.
"They are really good Munson, you could think about applying to an art course after graduation" Eddie scoffs and takes his notebook back.
"Yeah like anyone's going to take me with my grades" his tone is all annoyance and it pisses you off.
"I was only trying to compliment you, why do you have to be so touchy all the time" you look away from him stubbornly, he is silent for a few seconds and when he speaks again his voice is soft.
"I'm sorry, I'm not used to a lot of compliments from people" this softens you as well and you turn to face him and give him a small smile.
"Well you're really good" there's a faint tinge of pink to his cheeks when you say this. He nods and settles back down beside you.
"You know uh, you're pretty good with the whole writing thing, uh shit, you know what I mean" pleased and a little flustered at his compliment you clear your throat and mutter thank you, then get started with the book you and Eddie are reading for class.
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Today has been the worst day. You overslept, forgot to hand your essay in to your biology teacher, the rain soaked you completely as soon as you left your home and you've been verging on a cold ever since.
So the thought of having to tutor Munson again does not fill you with joy, in all honesty all you want is your bed and to sleep. You couldn't get sick, you had too much to do.
Of course from the moment you meet up with Eddie he's difficult. All because it's Friday and he has a Hellfire meeting.
"I have to set everything up princess, I don't have time to waste here with you" furious you round on him.
"You think that I want to be here? No. I'd rather be at home so sit down and let's get on with this so I don't have to sit with your annoying ass any longer than I have to"
"Well at least I'm not a stuck up bitch with no sense of humour and a permanent stick up my ass"
Eddie's words cut to the bone and you stiffen in response. Don't cry, don't cry you chant to yourself, but you can't help as the tears roll down your cheeks, Eddie's big brown eyes widen in shock as you begin to cry.
Humiliated, you're just about to leave when he steps in front of you. "Wait, what did I do?" The two of you exchanged insults on a daily basis and you had never cried before, Eddie begins to panic as your sobs continue.
"Please don't cry" he says, he hates seeing you cry. Your little whimper stabs at his aching heart and on instinct he reaches over to you and takes your hand, the gesture surprises you both and it dries up your tears.
"I'm sorry, I don't like seeing you cry, please stop" you sniff and wipe the remainder of the tears away, Eddie's hand is still holding yours and it's making you feel things that you never expected.
Eddie gently strokes your hand with his thumb, marvels at the soft skin and how your hand fits perfectly in his own.
Uh, shit. This was new. You smile at him, suddenly seeming shy. His heart skips a beat. Jesus h Christ.
"I didn't mean it" he stumbles over his words and you sigh sadly, peer at him with an expression that tugs at his heart.
"Yes you did" he shakes his head fervently and assured you that he didn't.
"I just snapped back without thinking, I'm sorry" he pleads with you and you hear the sincerity in his voice and calm down a bit.
"I'm sorry too. Today has been so shit, I'm tired and I feel like crap. I just want to sleep" Eddie immediately grabs his notebook and pencil and sits down, he looks to you patiently.
"Let's do half an hour and I'll cram as much as I can in my brain and then I'm going to drive you home okay?" relived you nod but still feel worried.
"Miss O'Donnell won't be happy" you tell him and he shrugs as if he doesn't care one bit.
"Leave the old dragon to me okay princess?" touched at his sweetness you take his hand and squeeze it as a thank you. Surprisingly the half hour passes by cordially and Eddie is still sweet.
Before you know it the half hour has ended and Eddie is true to his word and drives you home. You don't feel much better and your stomach is fluttering like crazy being so close to Eddie.
What the hell was happening? Was this some side effect of the flu? Eddie's big brown eyes meet yours, "Thanks for driving me home Eddie"
He shrugs like it's no big deal and on impulse you reach over to kiss his cheek. The only thing is he moves so you miss completely and end up pressing your lips against his.
His eyes widen and you pull away embarrassed, your heart is racing and your lips are tingling from the kiss. You stammer out an apology but Eddie waves it off, you race out the door and into your house.
All the while Eddie is touching his lips, his own heart is racing a mile a minute and all he can think about is that he really wants to kiss you again.
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