1988. Self discovery wasn't something that came easy to Mabel, in fact, she'd refused to deal with the matter since decisions seemed to always be made for her. She wasn't sure how she'd ever get by, living in the small suburban town within Los Angeles. Although one thing she did know, her sister was coming back to town for the summer. What she didn't know, was why the mysterious drummer boy would smoke marlboro cigarettes and only speak to her when he felt like it. It was quite frankly irritating having to meet his gaze everywhere she looked, but then again, it would only be for the summer. *this story contains mature and explicit themes*

He lives in daydreams with me. Harry Styles daydreams that I turned into one shots & short stories. -coarse language, sexual content. 18+. I DO NOT CONDONE TRANSLATIONS OR PDF PRINTING OF MY WORK.

━━ 𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗬𝗟𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗔𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 Nurse Hayes vows to never date a doctor, presuming them all to be egotistical jerks. But will she change her mind when she starts a new job and meets the handsome Dr. Styles, or will his advances only strengthen her resolve? Not my story! ©mybluesky faceclaim; emily ratajkowski

She knows you shouldn't mix business with pleasure, but if he can't help himself, neither can she.

finn wolfhard + characters | preferences & imagines #1 itchapter [11/26/20] #9 thegoldfinch [11/26/20]

a series of possibilities. © ava 2020

it was just a twitter trend until it was more. © ava 2019-2020

it's only pretend until someone gets hurt. © ava 2018-2019

18+ "you're scared of what you don't know, mike - of what you don't understand, but i could make you understand. i could show you." mike wheeler and el hopper live two completely different yet ever intersecting lives. after growing up together in hawkins and unconsciously steering clear of one another for years, their paths cross... and intertwine... and bend... and eventually his "path" is deep inside hers. once he gets a taste of her "path" - of her life - he's feigning for more, and she's all too happy to indulge him in her unrestricted, raw way of life.

18+ "but that's just it, mr. wheeler. you're not paying me for sex, you're paying me for my discretion. your money isn't what makes me wet, sir. your money is just what ensures i don't run and tell the tabloids about how hard you make me come." she needed money, and he needed a half-decent fuck that didn't blab about their sexual exploits to the press before he could even put his dick away. the solution was simple - he would pay her not to tell a soul about the dirty, depraved things he did to her. his dick would stay wet and his reputation clean, and her bank account would stay full and her needs would stay beyond fulfilled. see? simple. ... but growing more and more complex with every moment spent together.