"ɪᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴘᴀɪɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴍɪʟʟᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴇᴛɪɴɢ? ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ! ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀʏꜱ ɪɴ ɴᴄᴀᴀ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ!"

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒... she could never quite figure out what's so special about falling in love ⭒☆━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━☆⭒ "𝘎𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥? 𝘖𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳? 𝘐𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥" paige b x oc 𝐜 𝐨 𝐦 𝐩 𝐥 𝐞 𝐭 𝐞 𝐝

𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻, 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗼𝘄𝗮. 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗺, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗸𝗲𝘆𝗲. 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝘃𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝗼𝘄𝗮 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝘁. 𝗻𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗮𝗸𝗲. 𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝗰 𝘅 𝗰𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗸

Jessica Williams never intended to put the former Iowa teammates against each other, she just wanted to see some good basketball. [kate martin x fem oc] [caitlin clark x fem oc] [challengers inspired]

Eileen Mae Montgomery, better known as El has been working for the Gucci special designs team for two years now. It's her dream job, but theres one thing she hates about it. The rude, narcissist celebrities. When she is assigned to work with Harry Styles to brainstorm and create his tour suits for his second world tour as a solo artists she was going to treat it as she would any other job assignment. That is until he asked her and some members of her team to join him on tour. El's was going to treat him the same as any other celebrity, but Harry had other ideas. She styled his clothes, but he didn't care about the clothes she put on him, he was more interested in what would come after the show, when the sequins and fun colors turned into a pile on the floor. EXCERPT: "I like you El." "Stop saying that. Stop saying you like me." He drops his hands, looking to me in confusion. "So you want me to lie?" He asks, smirking at my annoyance. "No I'd rather you keep it to yourself." I take my phone out , my annoyance rising, his smirk growing. "You've got three minutes before I leave, so talk." I tell him. "You're timing our conversations now?" He laughs a bit. "Two and a half minutes." "Okay fine. You don't show any interest in me unless we're..." His voice trails off, and I roll my eyes. "Unless we're sleeping together... yes, and your point?" COMPLETED!

Harry Styles, an incredibly talented singer, seems to have it all. He's doing what he does best: making music, touring the world and loving his life to a full extent. While he does all that he has his beautiful and supportive wife, Florence, right next to him. Florence De Lucchi-Styles, an Italian-American renown actress, who has been in these spotlights for years. Living in fame seems to be a paradise full of luxury, but that's far from the truth. It's a challenge. It is a hassle between fighting for what's good and what's wrong. So while Harry and Florence manage their busy careers and their relationship under the prying eyes of outsiders, losing a child might be pushing them to their breaking point. - "It's not your fault," I told her so softly that I could barely hear myself. My voice doesn't feel mine at the moment, for the first time in my life I'm speechless. "We lost our baby." "I know, baby, I know," I shushed her softly, keeping her in my arms. "It's not fair."

and with the deafening mind of hers came a sorrow she submitted to. it was as if she was submerged underwater for years of her life, solely being focused on how everything was amplified beneath the surface. it was all very loud, similar to the volume of river rapids, and maybe the only way for her to subdue it was to plunge into the rapids themselves; allow the current to carry her body as far as it could. because all she wanted was silence, so silence she received. + lowercase intended. alternate universe. sad. sensitive topics. short story.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

They never told you that the monster under your bed could have a set of beautiful forest green eyes and an angelic smile. -a story in which a girl is taken by a notorious gang member that lives beneath the world's feet. THIS IS A TRILOGY BOOK (1/3) *COMPLETED* HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in harrystyles #1 in fanfiction #1 in one direction NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS FOR THIS OR THE REST OF THE TRILOGY! MATURE READ! ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @happydays1d/// CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. READ AT OWN RISK///

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!