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In regards to Rue’s terminated account

Hi everyone, it’s Rue. This is a friend and my private account where I was doing a lot of researching things for upcoming wedding stuff. If you’re wondering where my account went, it apparently was terminated a couple hours ago. I went to post something and suddenly my blog was gone. I’m not sure why, and I’ve emailed tumblr to ask. My tumblr was created a really super long time ago with a friend’s info because I didn’t have much info at the time, so her and I are attempting to figure it all out and make sure we have all the information correct for it I want to try to get my account set up. 

I’m sorry I’ve let you all down. I don’t really know why this happened, but I have a feeling it may have had something to do with the fact that I was responding to hate? I’m not blaming anyone, and I hold no hard feelings. It may also have had to do with the fact that I was using all my friend’s info and she created another account recently so it may have thrown everything out of wack. Regardless, my tumblr is gone and everything with it. 

Please PLEASE REBLOG THIS so that everyone can see that I did not leave by choice. I feel awful for letting you all down and I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so, so sorry. Wishing you all the best, and again I’m really sorry this happened. I’m afraid all my one shots are gone. I didn’t have any of them saved or anything, and I’m not sure if my previous tumblr will be recovered. 

Feel free to ask any questions on here, and I’ll be updating through Twitter (my twitter is @RueEloise) as the process continues. Thank you so much for your understand and patience!

- Rue 

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#2 - I’m Yours? (Harry Styles One Shot)

My First Request by a lovely anonymous person. Thank you! I hope you like it!

Word Count : 2,194

Harry Styles One Shot (SMUT) : Summary - Words hurt and Harry has to make up for it.

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“Could you pack all my orders, please?” I asked the bakery owner. He nodded and started wrapping it himself. I was planning to go see Harry at the studio. Might as well just carry some food along for the boys!

The worker loaded the food in my the backseat of my car while I wondered if I should surprise him or call him and then, show up. Surprises are good, right? Surprises with food are perfect!

I walked into the studio with all the bags. Everyone knew me here so, I had a lot of people to meet before, I could go into the studio. I had been ignoring these ones for far too long. I owned studios all throughout the town here as a side business with one of my friends. And, it just happened to be the best, too.

“Hey Y/N!” Niall called out from one corner of the entire floor. He ran up to me and took half my packets. “I love you! I was so hungry!” He laughed.

“There’s a lot of food in there,” I laughed and walked with him to the studio.

“Y/N got food!” Niall announced as we entered the room. I saw Harry’s face shoot up as, everyone else cheered.

“Oh good!” Julian laughed and, took the packets from my hand. “I need some help with the panel here, too. What are we suppose to do with the shift? This is a bit too advanced for my liking. I laughed and showed the feature to him. Harry was right beside me with a frown on his face. “Thanks a lot! This makes it so much easier!”

“Can I talk to you?” Harry whispered pulling me down. I nodded and he pulled me out of the studio. I didn’t like the way he pulled my elbow out. I was not a kid. We were standing in the balcony when, he shut all the doors and stood in front of me. “What are you doing here?”

“Got you food?” I frowned.

“Couldn’t you call?” His tone was flat.

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise then, I just wanted to see you…”

“Oh, Bullshit Y/N! Stop interfering with my work.”

“Har-that’s not what I was trying…”

He cut me again, “Really! I get it you’re a songwriter, etc but, I don’t want you involved with my work here. Didn’t we clear that out?” He raised his voice a bit. His eyes stared into my face which now held a disgusted look. I just wanted to see him. Just surprise him, I was going to leave after I gave the food and hugged him, maybe. That was not going to happen. “But, you have to show up and show off cause Y/N is the best!”

I flinched. His voice had so much hatred in it. I couldn’t help my tears to fall down and I looked in every direction apart from his face.

“HARRY! COME IN!” Niall shouted. Harry gave me one last look and walked inside. I couldn’t stand straight as I hit the wall, trying to find balance. I couldn’t believe he thought of me like that. I was involved with just one song and never came back again. I was here to just see…I had to leave. I wiped my eyes and walked out of the balcony from the other gate, avoiding the studio.

I couldn’t get his face out of my head. The one I loved hated me and I didn’t know exactly why. Martha, our housekeeper was preparing dinner when I walked in. “I won’t eat Martha, could you just prepare it for Harry? And, I’m going to sleep so, tell him if he asks…” I quickly hugged her and ran up the stairs, keeping my voice straight and not showing her my face.

It was 11pm when, I heard Harry enter. I heard him ask about me and Martha did as told. I heard him enter the room. I didn’t make a sound; I lay quiet, eyes closed, bundled up on my side, away from him. I have no idea what I was expecting now. “Did you eat dinner?” He asked. I didn’t reply and he huffed and walked out. I couldn’t help crying myself to sleep.

I woke up early while Martha was preparing breakfast. I realised, I didn’t want to talk to him. I just couldn’t. What he said was hurtful and degrading when I did absolutely nothing. I got ready as fast as I could but, unfortunately found him out of the bed. I took a deep breath and walked downstairs. “Martha, could you please pack my breakfast, I have to leave in 5.”

“What? Bullshit. Have breakfast with me…” Harry said, looking up from his phone.

“I have a meeting.”

“You’re the boss.” He smirked. Did he forget what he said yesterday?

“Thank you, Martha,” I took the packet from her and walked towards the door.

“Hey baby…” Harry ran up to me. I took my car keys and walked out of the door before he could catch me. “Y/N? Y/N!” I heard him shout but, I was already in my car.

I came back home to loud music playing in the lobby. I walked in to see a couple of his mates there. I didn’t want to interrupt or disturb him so, I walked up the stairs and prepared for a hot bath.

“Hey, why didn’t you come in and meet everyone,” Harry walked in the bathroom as I got inside the hot tub. I just shrugged my shoulders and tried to get myself in a comfortable position. “You left without a kiss in the morning, either…” He bent down to kiss my lips but, I pulled back drowning myself in the tub. “Not nice. I want to talk to you.”

“We talked enough, yesterday.”

“You’re mad at me, aren’t you?” He sighed. He tried touching my hair but, I shifted myself away from him.

“Go back to your friends, wouldn’t want me to come and show off or anything.”

“Y/N.”

“Go.” I replied, drowning myself again.

I trudged to the kitchen, not wanting myself to be seen by anyone. I got a couple of things to eat from the fridge when, I heard people leaving. I carried all my food upstairs and sat down near the window.

Harry came up after a while. He gave me a look and sighed and changed his clothes. Sitting down beside me, only in his boxers, his hair tied up in a bun, he pulled me close. I tried not to budge but, he pulled me with a little too much strength. I sat between his legs continuing to eat the pasta from last night. “I’m sorry…” He said, after some time. He kissed my shoulders lightly and wrapped his arms around my stomach. “I was mad because we spent the day getting hardly any work done, talking about you.” He kept his head on my shoulders. “I know, it was wrong but, I was quite annoyed and when we actually started working, you showed up.”

“How is that my fault?” I replied, trying hard not to cry. “I wanted to come see you. I was going to leave in five.”

“Yeah, I know, I was just mad at myself and everyone, I wanted to get the song finished before I lost inspiration.”

“You’re extremely selfish, you know,” I said, getting up from his lap. “Your inspiration, your song, your distraction…it was my mistake to even think you’d be happy to see me.”

I walked inside the closet and pulled a duffle bag out. Harry followed me in, “Love, it’s not like that- what are you doing?” I continued packing a few clothes. “Alright, stop it. I’m sorry okay!” Harry pushed the duffle bag away and pulled me towards his chest.

“Let me go!” I tried pushing away.

“Y/N!” Harry pulled me over his shoulder and walked out of the closet. He threw me on the bed and climbed on top, nuzzling his head between by shoulder and neck. His entire weight was on me, making it impossible for me to move.

“Let me go! There was so much hatred, disgust in your voice for me. This is not love. Let me go!” I cried.

“Please. Please stop moving,” He cried. “Don’t let my stupidity tear us apart. I love you so much. I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I love you, please don’t go.”

I gave up, tired as he held me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, making me arch my back and be forced to hug him. “Let me make your anger run away,” he pouted his tear falling on my cheek.

I didn’t quite realise what happened next. One moment his lips touched mine and, the next I was pulling him into a full snogging session with each other. He pulled all my clothes away, as I tried pulling his bun, to make his hair fall out. He went down to my neck, leaving sloppy kisses and then, marking me as his. I pushed him on his back and climbed onto him, marking him the same way, he did to me. I could count the places burning on my skin. “You’re mine?” he asked and, I pulled him into kiss as assurance.

“I’m yours?” He then, asked. His eyes wide, sincerely asking me to forgive him. I nodded and pulled his shirt off. Kissing all over his stomach, and then, pulling his pants down.

“No, no…It’s my mistake, I should do the work,” He giggled, his purest one and quickly pulled me under him, before I could protest. He pulled down my pants with my underwear hurriedly, and buried his mouth between my legs.

“Oh my god!” I moaned.

“Oh my Harry, please!” He laughed. I could feel him laugh against my pussy. He licked over my clit, pushing one finger in and holding my hand with his. I gasped and pulled at his hair, feeling him moaning at the feeling and continuing to eat me out.

“You taste so sweet!” he hummed as he added fingers and increased their pace in moving in and out of me. I was so close. I told him, I was so close and I continuously moaned his name over and over again. “Hmm,” He hummed again, moving his tongue back to my dripping pussy, “Don’t come…wait…”

“Oh Harry,” I arched my back, trying to pull his face to kiss me. He did, I could taste myself on his tongue. He climbed over me and I saw his hard cock, against my pussy lips. I placed his hair behind his ear and he pushed into me, filling me up with himself and making me arch my back into his chest. He started to buck his hips into mine, taking it extremely slow, getting me used to his size.

“I don’t fuck you enough, you’re so fucking tight!” He moaned into my neck. He increased his speed which caused me to dig my nails into his back, almost screaming. He moaned in pain, because I was holding him too tight, not willing to let go. He began to thrust in harder, making me shift up the bed slowly and clawing his back harder. “I’m so sorry,” He repeated again as he went fast, making it up to me now. I loved this man, I loved this man making love to me, and I loved this man fighting with me. I loved him through everything.

“Y/N!” He moaned as he picked up my leg and kept it over his shoulder going in deeper and hitting that spot.

“Oh my…Harry! Harry!” I screamed, not being able to control it anymore. The only man who could make my screams so loud. He kept filling me, as I tried keeping up with his thrusts.

“Look at me!” He shouted as I tried closing my eyes in ecstasy. I stared into his eyes, which were now looking at me in adoration and lust. Hr drilled into my pussy faster, holding my waist in his eyes, stopping any movement from my side. “Tell me you love me baby,” He looked so beautiful, sweaty as his hair stuck to his face. “Tell me!” He groaned into my neck.

“I love you baby, so so much!” I said against his lips.

“My baby’s going to come? I can feel you squeezing baby…” He kissed and licked over my nipples, pulling me closer. “Go on love, come over my dick! Do you like how I feel inside you? It’s me forever, honey!”

“Harry, I’m so close!” I clawed his back as he sat me up in his lap, making me bounce on his dick. I kept kissing his neck, marking him further until I collapsed on his chest. He held my hips and as he came deep inside of me, kissing my forehead again and again.

“I love you so much, you know” He laid me on the bed and cuddled into my chest.

“Love you…” I hummed. “Shower?”

“I’d like to take you in the tub again,” He kissed my lips giggling so, that I couldn’t disapprove.

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#1 -  Life Of The Party (Harry Styles One Shot)

Music Inspiration : Life Of The Party - Shawn Mendes

Words: 1,851 

Harry Styles One Shot : Summary - Explanations of a past mistake which requires an apology. 

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“You know…I don’t understand this. I’m going to leave, see you later,” I picked up all my books and walked out of the library. I couldn’t take it anymore. Mitchell’s want of wanting to be better than everybody else and then, flirting with me wasn’t an ideal atmosphere to study in. Not that I had any other options, I was stuck with them for a long time, changing study groups has never been a good idea.

“Can I get the chicken roll, please?” I asked the cafe owner.

“Sure Harry, what would you like to drink with it?” He asked. He was the kindest man at this place. He had this want of feeding people, taking care of them, like a mother.

“Isn’t it too late? I thought asking for a roll was too much…” I shook my head. I didn’t want to be trouble.

“Oh nonsense, what do you like? You like chamomile tea, right?” I nodded. “It’s coming right up.”

I smiled, I couldn’t be more thankful, this is the only place I can expect a good meal. I walked to my usual seat and kept my satchel on the table. Scrolling down my Facebook page, which honestly never made me happy; I mean, I saw my ex-girlfriend with her new boyfriend kissing, my sister uploading more cat photos at home where as I was sitting miles away, my college friends partying last night while I was studying diligently to get the Oscar internship. I just shook my head smiling and kept my phone away, tapping on the desk.

“Could you heat this up, again? I slept off…I’m sorry,” I heard a voice apologizing to the server, Mac, I think.

“No worries, you’re working too hard, why don’t you go home, sleep and then, study?” He asked.

“No, No, I’m fine…have to finish this before I leave. You close in thirty minutes, right? I should be done by…” her voice was so tense and still, so polite.

“Love, it’s okay, take your time, I have the kitchen to clear too, I’ll get this heated,” Mac replied.

She muttered a thank you as he walked away, and I could see her better. It was Rhea, oh my, I tried hiding my head. It was stupid, I was in her direct sight and, changing seats would have been too obvious. She looked up…she recognized me, shit. She gave me a little smile. My eyes met her as she raised her small hand up, to say hi and I looked away, pretending to look at the kitchen. When I turned my head, her head was down, shoulders slumped. I didn’t want to be rude; I don’t have it in me to face her.

“Here’s your food, Harry,” Mac broke the awkward moment and kept my order in front of me. “Anything else? We are closing the kitchen…”

“No, thank you, this…this is enough…” I smiled. He nodded and walked towards Rhea to give her food.

“Please eat it, this time,” He chuckled and walked away. I couldn’t help looking at her again. Blaming it on my seat choice, I saw her taking small bites while she finished her work. Her cheeks were deep red, she didn’t look up once. I finished my food and quickly went to the cashier to pay. I saw her walking out the door quietly, thanking the owner, and not giving me another look.

I thanked him too and walked out into the cold. I had to follow her. Our dorms were in the same building, on the same floor too. She hugged herself close, it was very cold. She had a very nice figure, why didn’t I notice this earlier? God, I’m an idiot. I should talk to her, maybe apologize. I didn’t mean to do it, it wasn’t my fault. Things peer pressure can make you do.

“Hey listen!” I called out to her. Seeing her stopping, I ran up to her. Her eyes met mine, and I couldn’t feel worse. They were wet, her nose a little red. Please tell me, I didn’t cause this. She tucked a flick behind her ear and waited. Oh. “Umm, I was wondering if we could, umm…walk together…it’s late and well, umm…we have the same place to go too.”

She shrugged her shoulders and I took that as a yes. “I wanted to congratulate you! I heard you won the cooking championship.”

“I didn’t actually,” She replied. Oh-oh. “I won the Karate Championship.”

“You know Karate?!” She just raised her eyebrows. Was she always this pretty? Yes, of course she won it, Harry! “Well, sorry, congratulations!”

“Thanks.”

“How have you been?” I asked again.

She shrugged her shoulders again. “I don’t see you around lately,” What? “I meant, like…you used to be quite enthusiastic right…I meant, like in doing stuff! I don’t see you anymore…”

“Does it matter?” she asked.

“Doesn’t it matter to you?”

“Certain somebody kinda crushed it.”

“Oh, well, don’t let some douche bag define what you do or don’t do.

“Really?” She stopped in her tracks and faced me. “Coming from a guy who does everything according to his friends, you’re one to speak.”

I was questing my decision of calling her, now. “Well, you ar-aren’t me.” She started walking again.

“Hey stop. Look, I wanted to apologize…”

“Go on.”

“What?”

“Apologize.”

“I didn’t mean to do it. It was just this phase, you know. Where you want to be liked! I hadn’t ever had to work this hard for people to like me. I was completely out of my zone, here!” I tried, explaining. I’m not positive about this. “And, there you were, and then, my friends asked me to, and, they didn’t like you. You don’t care what people say. You do what you say and whatever you did – they didn’t like it. I was stupid. I’m not with them, anymore. I realise my mistake.”

She started walking faster. “Hey, please wait,” I pulled her arm and made her stand in front of me. She was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks, her lips pouting a bit. “I’m sorry. Look but, you’re different. You are something else. You are not ordinary like all these other idiots. You stand out, unapologetic for who you are, don’t let these people keep you down. Let me keep you down.”

She kept her head down. “ I know, I’m late, I should’ve come faster, to be honest, I’ve always been a little slow…”

She let out a giggle, and wiped her eyes.

“C’mon. I still remember you dancing at the fresher’s party,” I smiled at the memory.

“It was a horrible party.” She laughed.

“You were the only reason people started dancing. Life of the party, you are.” I picked her chin up. “Don’t let people like me, pop a bubble like you.”

“A bubble?” She frowned.

“Yeah, cause you’re bubbly.”

“Okay.”

We started walking again. I was waiting for her respond to my apology. We climbed up the stairs and walked towards our rooms.

“So do you?” I asked, before she could enter her room.

“Huh?”

“Forgive me? Do you?”

“I kind of forgave you a long back actually.”

I frowned at that. What I did was… She cut me. “I mean, you won’t realise the amount date requests I’ve received since then. I still get letters because, they heard me saying I like them.”

“Yeah but…”

“I know, I know, something about a seeing a girls boob which drives them crazy.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Really, I thought they’re quite nice. I have had poems written on them. Do you want to see?” She frowned and then, led me inside her room.

“I don’t want to see the poem. And as nice as they are, they should’ve never been seen by people, especially the way I…”

“Yeah, I know. Can’t keep crying about it! I get occasional slut calls too, which is quite strange cause you’ve been the only guy I’ve kissed and that too, wasn’t exactly an ideal first kiss…”

“I was your first kiss!” I stared at her. I couldn’t feel worse about this.

“Yeah, exactly, kinda makes you question the entire idea if girls can actually stand together if they keep using these terminologies which were basically made to degrade women.”

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have. God, I’m so sorry.” I sat down on her bed, head down in shame. What did I do!

“Well, I’m over it. So, you’re forgiven, whatever.”

“I can’t reverse it back, can I?” I looked up at her.

“Gosh, are you crying?” She sat down beside me. “Don’t cry, it’s alright, I guess, everybody needs an awaken-er in their life. That was mine. And isn’t this supposed to be the time to make the best mistakes. I was a little too enthusiastic. It doesn’t work that way…”

“No no! That’s it right! You should not be sorry for all of this, for being you. You’re an inspiration, to me at least. You’ve taken the shot, despite it being scary. Remember when you spilled pasta of Mitchell because she was being mean to that guy, umm…Ronald. I knew that wasn’t a slip! That was intentional. You’re not meant to be caged by the rules of this fucking society we are part of! You’re free!” I explained. I think I shouted a bit. “I’m so sorry!” I hugged her. I had to, I had ruined so much for her. I cried into her neck, for the first time not being afraid of breaking down in front of someone. This was her effect on people, her aura was so safe.

“It’s alright,” she combed her fingers through my hair. “I’m alright now. I’m glad you realise your mistake. I’m glad you’re away from those peeps now.”

“Please tell me this won’t cage you, I can’t take the blame…” I muttered keeping my head between her neck and shoulder.

“It won’t. You healed me a lot today.”

“Sorry…”

“Shh…it’s okay. Are you alright?” She asked, pulling my hair.

“Hmm…” I pulled away and wiped my face.

“Good,” She smiled.

“I’m sorry, I stole your first kiss too…”

“It’s okay, it was from a guy I quite fancied so, I’m alright. I’ll make the second one better,” She giggled.

“If it helps, I fancied you too, although, I don’t think I’d be able to describe your boobs in a poem.”

She laughed. At least, her laugh was the same.

“You know, because they’re indescribable,” She raised her eyebrows again. “Maybe, you’re lips…”

“Well, if you do…write a poem about any of my body parts, you’ll have to wait in a line. They’re a lot of letters in front of you.”

“Shit!” I banged my head against my hand. “Hmm, am I still second in for a kiss though?”

“I just forgave you so, the line is closed for now.”

“Oh.” I looked down disappointed. Moving too fast, Harry!

“If it opens again, I’ll let you know.” She nudged.

“So, I’ll wait then.” I nodded, giving her a serious confirmation of my standing first in line, still.

“Yeah, you do that.”

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