The head and the heart, an exhausted rivalry of human psychology. When forced with a choice between logic and emotion, a person is sure to crumble beneath the weight of their own conscience. - Ophelia "Philly" Carter is in Manhattan and she's lost everything. She has no family, she has no money, and she has no friends. All that she has left is her dream and her brain, but to her, that's all that really matters anyway. After starting her dream job as a detective at the 17th precinct, Philly realizes that her dream may be harder to achieve than she originally planned. There's an obstacle in her way, and his name is Niall Horan. He's a genius, a good detective, and above all, Philly's main competition. When Philly stumbles across a major case that could possibly be more than she bargained for, she has to ask herself whether she should lead with her head, or her heart. It's a question she's never been able to answer. - Ot5 story Mature content Violence/Death

Sequel to Pride {l.s.} Add Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, a pride parade, and a kiss together, and there was a story full of love and someone learning that it's okay to love boys because love is love, right? Following their engagement, Louis and Harry are getting ready for a life together ahead. New challenges arise with children, marriage, and family. Love can't fix everything, but it sure does help. (Louis is a painter. Harry is a wedding photographer. Liam and Zayn most certainly have a thing going on, and Niall is content just trying to open a restaurant while dating his chef.) Cover by @stiles24stilinskiXD

I write any fantasy situations that I randomly think of with me and Harry Styles, then turn them into fanfictions with Y/N being the person in Harrys life. Some may be his sister. Some may be his roommate. Some may be his friend. But most will be either his girlfriend or wife. I do recommend you are at least 16 to read most of what I write because I do write a lot of smut though I do write non smutty sicfics often as well. Don't be afraid to comment on my post because that will motivate me to keep writing and know that people are enjoying what I write.

harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants to know if he's like this all the time of if he just doesn't like her ______ this is a series from my tumblr moonchildstyles.tumblr.com thank u sm for reading!!

[completed] "I'm Harry Styles. The artist." ~~ Two heartbroken individuals happen to stumble into each others lives and completely change everything. Read to follow Aurora and Harry's journey through these ups and downs as they fall in love but can't seem to escape their past lives. ~~ Aurora Honeycutt, the florist. Harry Styles, the artist. Or as they like to call each other - the Flower and the Capolavoro. ~~ (Book 1) *story contains mature and explicit content*

Loving a person is not that easy. Sometimes it is easier to just adore someone. It is far more uncomplicated. So you try it. Trying to adore your intriguing geography professor Mr. Horan and keeping yourself from falling for this man. There should not be in problem in that, you almost know nothing about him. And the less you know, the less you have to worry about crossing a line. But what if he wants you to get to know him? What if he wants to get to know you? - Reader Insert (Without Y/N) - There will be smut

"How many existentialists does it take to screw a lightbulb?" Spencer asked with a small laugh. Once again the room was silent. You faintly heard Agent Rossi mutter, "Don't." "2. One to change the light bulb and one to observe how it symbolizes an incandescent beacon of subjectivity in a netherworld of cosmic nothingness," he said. The room was silent still, until you laughed. His eyes looked up at yours in confusion. "Wouldn't they sit in the dark and hope that the bulb decided to light again? An existentialist would never change the bulb. He would allow the darkness to exist," you questioned. - #1 #spencerreid #1 #mgg #1 emilyprentiss

And this is what hooks me, his questions, his words, his accent, and maybe just maybe the way he stands as well. He's known her since she was six. A story in which involves church and unholy things. ____________ WARNING ⚠ -there will be a very big age gap (12 years) -sexual content -kinky -violence -explicit, brassy language -slut shaming ....and many more things. Thank you.

"Name something sexual that you've done with a man." Harry demanded with an evident smirk on his face, sending immediate chills down my spine. For the pastors son, he's nothing like I expected. "N-nothing. It's a sin." I argued, frowning my eyebrows while fiddling with my fingers as we walked down the empty church halls. My response only made his smirk grow before he grabbed my wrist, bringing my steps to a complete stop. Before I could question his actions, he pressed my back against the wall right beside us with slight aggression and brought his hips close to mine- his face now completely serious. My breath hitched and I began to feel an unfamiliar shock of sensation in between my legs as I felt something in his jeans growing against my thigh. What is happening? I watched his emerald eyes darkened right before me as he swiped his pink tongue across his cherry pigmented lips, lightly wetting them with his saliva. My eyes remained widened by the shockwave he had my body under, watching his every move and awaiting his response. Finally, his famous smirk slowly curled upon his lips once more while simultaneously leaning in and breaking the smallest gap between us until the tip of our noses brushed against each other. As hard as I tried, I couldn't resist the amount of chills that were forming on my body for this man. Six words eventually escaped his mouth that caused my knees to buckle. "Baby, we were born to sin." . . . **CURRENTLY REVISING FIRST FEW CHAPTERS** CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT- VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED All Rights Reserved to @Dstylesx Started: August 29, 2020