#but it's okay she's still my favourite professor of all times she's just freaking amazing

[conscious-love]

Hi there. I’m having trouble with forgiving myself over past mistakes. I have a perfectionist mind and when I think I was not perfect my mind will randomly remember it during quiet moments in my day. How do I forgive myself? Also, I love the blue in your blog! Thank you for your time and have a lovely day :)

First of all, LOL to your username 😂 And thanks! Blue is my favourite colour 💙

Edit: they changed their username

So, hello! 👋🏻 I’m all too familiar with perfectionism, and I know what it’s like to wrestle with guilt. Here’s what I’ve learned so far:

It feels like perfectionism is simply a fear of failure, and it is that, but more than that, it is rooted in fear of being shamed by others. This can stem from childhood: parents who only praised us for achievements, being known as the “gifted kid” or “the smart one,” parents/peers who ridiculed/rejected us, an insecure attachment style, and so on.

It can sometimes be connected to OCD. That said, not every perfectionist has OCD and not everyone with OCD is a perfectionist.

Sometimes it is just learned behaviour — it’s because our family was that way.

And sometimes a traumatic and/or deeply embarrassing event can trigger it. Traumatic events include things we’ve done wrong; in fact, the literature on trauma has shown that we are more deeply traumatized by “bad” things we’ve done than the things that have happened to us.

Regardless of the cause, perfectionism is highly treatable. Re-wiring our brain is not easy, but it gets easier with practice. It’s about finding the right resources and techniques, being consistent in practicing, and having compassion for ourselves.

The antidote to perfectionism is self-compassion. Because perfectionism is rooted in fear of shame, the way to overcome this affliction is to be kind to ourselves, and to teach ourselves to be okay with “good enough,” instead of viewing it as failure. This really is all about re-framing our thoughts around success, productivity, failure, flaws, and ultimately — worthiness.

It’s very common for anxious and ruminating thoughts to enter our mind while we’re at rest. Our response is often to keep ourselves busy, but this is not an effective long-term strategy. You’ve got to face those thoughts head-on (pun intended). If you don’t get to the root of the problem, you’ll never untangle it. Not only that, the problem will compound.

So how do we combat these ruminating thoughts about failure and guilt? You’ve already alluded to the answer — forgive yourself. Here’s what I know about failure, guilt, and self-forgiveness:

All forgiveness starts with acceptance. You have to admit to yourself that you are not perfect, that you’ve made mistakes, and that you will continue to make mistakes almost every day for the rest of your life. This does not mean resigning to mediocrity, and it does not mean shaming yourself. It is neutral. You are not perfect. You make mistakes. That’s just the way it is.

Once it’s sunk in that you are not, in fact, perfect, it’s time to accept that you’re not supposed to be perfect, and that you never will be. Accepting you’re not perfect is one thing, but if you still have it in your mind that you’re going to keep trying until you’re perfect one day, you’ll remain stuck in this cycle of anxiety and shame.

You need to internalize the reality that by virtue of being human, you are imperfect. To quote Brené Brown, “you are imperfect, you are wired for struggle, but you are worthy of love and belonging.” On that note, definitely check out Brené Brown, she’s freaking amazing — she’s a research professor and the world’s leading authority on vulnerability and shame. Here is her first Ted Talk called The Power Of Vulnerability and here is her second one called Listening To Shame. Her books are great as well; here is a list of her books. I also enjoy her podcast, Unlocking Us; here is a link to it on Apple Podcasts, and here is a link to it on Spotify. I’m seeing now that she actually has another podcast as well, called Dare To Lead; it’s not on Apple Podcasts, but here is the link to it on Spotify.

Anyway, where I was going with that was, you are imperfect because you are human, and that is a good thing. If you were perfect, no one on earth would want to be near you for very long. You would make people feel inadequate, and they would not feel truly understood. They would not feel like they can open up to you, or that they have anything to truly bond over. You would only ever have surface-level interactions. Being imperfect is vulnerable, and you can’t have true connection without vulnerability. Not only should you forgive your imperfection, you should embrace it! 🤍

Messing up and falling short don’t exactly feel good, but they don’t have to feel like the end of the world either. In fact, with practice, you can let failure motivate, not discourage you. Making a mistake brings you one step closer to mastery. Learning that you’re wrong is a blessing; it reorients you on your way to finding the truth. Without mistakes, you wouldn’t be able to walk today. You wouldn’t know how to read, unless you were born with the magical ability to download information instantaneously. We fail forward, that is how we learn and gain competency. Failure is our signal that we’ve done something wrong, and that we need to reassess and recalibrate. It’s valuable feedback, and it’s necessary for growth and success.

Guilt is useful insofar that it gives you feedback about your decisions; it teaches you lessons, guides you to live in alignment with your morals, and helps you be loving and fair in your relationships. But once you’ve learned the lesson or received the feedback, you need to drop that shit immediately. Harbouring guilt beyond its utility is not noble, it’s self-destructive, and harmful to the people around you. Maybe you’re wondering how that could be. “Aren’t these people the most sorry? Aren’t they the last person who’d cause harm?” Counterintuitive as it sounds, I’ll explain why it’s harmful. Being around someone with a guilt complex is exhausting. They often project their insecurities onto you, accusing you of insulting their morals or intentions. You have to walk on eggshells around them to avoid triggering a shame spiral. You hear them say the same things over and over again, ruminating over their mistakes but never learning their lesson (which means embodying it, not just thinking and talking about it). You watch them make poor decisions because they don’t feel worthy of good things, and it hurts watching someone you love do that to themselves. It’s paradoxical. People hold on to guilt because they’re worried about being a “bad person” or a “failure.” Little do they know, pathological guilt (aka shame) morphs a person into someone who is far from virtuous. Chronic guilt makes people self-centred, because everything reminds them of their suffering. It makes them afraid of vulnerability, and the inability or unwillingness to be vulnerable is cowardice. Furthermore, pathological guilt doesn’t make you a better person. A person who learns their lesson, makes amends if necessary and appropriate, vows to never do it again, and puts it behind them, is someone who turns their mistakes into fuel for personal growth — and they become a better person. The person who messes up then dwells on it forever? That person is not growing. Those with pathological guilt can seem like they’ve learned and grown because they go on and on about their guilt. But becoming a better person after failure means striving to be your best self, so that you can do as little harm and as much good as possible going forward. But shame doesn’t help anyone. Shame inhibits a person’s ability to show up as their best self and create the most positive change they can, and that is the paradox — that believing you are a bad person only takes you further and further away from becoming a truly virtuous person. That’s not to say that those who are plagued by shame are bad people — in fact, their “guilt” is actually illogical — what it means is that shame is so corrosive that it foils even the most well-intentioned person’s efforts to grow, and avoid doing harm. In other words, it’s not helping. Let it go.

So what does self-forgiveness look like on a practical level? It means not shaming yourself for transgressions, being patient with yourself, and speaking kindly to yourself.

When you hurt someone, you make amends if necessary, possible, and appropriate; you learn from your mistake, and you promise yourself to never do it again. The mistake has given you valuable feedback, and now you’re a better person because of it (and your relationship was probably deepened/strengthened as well).

When it’s icy out and you slip on the sidewalk, you laugh instead of looking around frantically to see if anyone saw you. You notice thoughts like, “oh my god I can’t believe I did that,” and “I’m such an idiot/clutz,” and come back at them with thoughts like “wow that was close, I could have seriously hurt myself, but thankfully I didn’t,” and “oh my god wait until I tell ___ about this😂” and (sarcastically), “well that was pleasant.🙄”

When you study your hardest for a test but you don’t do as well as you hoped, you let yourself feel sad for a couple minutes or seconds, and then you come in with the self-compassion. “I tried my best and that’s what matters,” and “well, now I know what I need to work on,” and “at least I got some right,” and “at least I showed up and took the test even though I was nervous. That took courage.”

When you’re not feeling great emotionally and it’s affecting your schoolwork or your ability to socialize or your ability to keep up with household tasks and self care, you don’t use shame to try to motivate yourself. You first admit to yourself that you’re not feeling your best, and that it’s affecting your ability to function at your best. You take care of yourself as best as you can, and remove unnecessary tasks and pressure. You figure out why you’re feeling this way, so that you can then figure out what to do about it. And sometimes, that something is just waiting it out, because sometimes that’s all we can do. You practice being patient with yourself.

Those ^ are some of the ways opportunities to practice self-forgiveness will pop up in your everyday life. Here are some that you can do intentionally:

Do your inner work. Go to therapy if you can afford it, talk to loved ones, watch videos, read articles and books, etc. Research self-forgiveness and self-compassion, and other topics like personal growth, healing and recovery. Journal about your history with shame and perfectionism. See if you can find clues that might explain how they came to be. What purpose does perfectionism have in your life? We don’t develop these coping mechanisms for no reason. Even the most toxic of coping mechanisms work in some way, but they don’t help as much as others, and they generally do more harm than good. Yet, we develop them for a reason, and becoming aware of those reasons helps us have compassion for ourselves, and will allow us to create new strategies to meet those needs and solve those problems.

Practice. Do something imperfectly on purpose. Beth Main said, “Set up some practice situations for yourself. For example, resolve to write one email every day without revising it… Tell yourself, ‘I don’t want to be a perfectionist. I am choosing to let this one go.’” To offer a personal example, I use Exposure Therapy to cope with my OCD. Just the other day, I saw that two boxes in my room were not stacked perfectly one on top of the other (the top one was off slightly to one side). I walked over to fix it then caught myself. I stopped and said (out loud), “no,” and turned back around. Normally, I’d spend at least 5-10 seconds (on a good day) making sure it’s even. But I didn’t give in. It’s these small moments of noticing old, outdated, conditioned thoughts, and countering them with our new, chosen, healthy mental habits that add up and create lasting changes. Perfectionism and shame are mental habits, and like any other, can be transcended. Similarly, forgiveness is a skill that can be developed and honed.

I’ll leave you with some of my favourite quotes (and a few I just found) about perfectionism, personal growth, mistakes, lessons, vulnerability and self-awareness. I’ll only include a couple ones by Brené Brown cause there are literally hundreds I could include 😄 (seriously, check her out, she’s amazing).

If you stop reading here, I hope this helps! Take care 😊 ~ Bella

On perfectionism

Perfectionism is a self destructive and addictive belief system that fuels this primary thought: If I look perfect, and do everything perfectly, I can avoid or minimize the painful feelings of shame, judgment, and blame.

~ Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection

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A disproportionate need for control — and an overwhelming fear of the uncertainty that can exist in uncontrolled situations — can lead [one] to adopt paralyzingly rigid roles almost like armor against life’s uncertainties.”

~ Allan Mallinger, Jeannette Dewyze, Too Perfect: When Being in Control Gets Out of Control

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Striving for excellence is a positive quality. Striving for perfection is self-defeating.

~ Melody Beattie

Personal growth

Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.

~ Brené Brown

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And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.

~ John Steinbeck

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You’ve been criticizing yourself for years and it hasn’t worked. Try approving of yourself and see what happens.

~ Louise L. Hay

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Feeling compassion for ourselves in no way releases us from responsibility for our actions. Rather, it releases us from the self-hatred that prevents us from responding to our life with clarity and balance.

~ Tara Brach

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You don’t want to beat yourself up for beating yourself up in the vain hope that it will somehow make you stop beating yourself up.

~ Kristin Neff, Ph.D.

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Forgiving yourself, not guilt, increases personal accountability.

~ David D. Burns

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Never forget that to forgive yourself is to release trapped energy that could be doing good work in the world.

~ D. Patrick Miller

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Forgive yourself, you are not perfect. Show yourself grace; you are still learning. Show yourself patience; you are on a journey.

~ Shannon Yvette Tanner

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You can sit there forever, lamenting about how bad you’ve been, feeling guilty until you die, and not one tiny slice of that guilt will do anything to change a single thing in the past. Forgive yourself, then move on!

~ Wayne Dyer

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If we doubt that the foundation for inner work is compassion for self and self-honoring behavior, we need only remind ourselves that the opposite approach, feeling guilty or judging ourselves has never really worked.

~ John Earle

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Dwelling on past bad decisions you've made only allows those decisions to keep defining you. Forgive yourself and move on.

~ Mandy Hale

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When thinking about life remember this: no amount of guilt can solve the past, and no amount of anxiety can change the future.

~ Unknown

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An exciting and inspiring future awaits you beyond the noise in your mind, beyond the guilt, doubt, fear, shame, insecurity, and heaviness of the past you carry around.

~ Debbie Ford

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Forgiveness takes the burden of hate, guilt, and bitterness off your back and, with a lighter load, you can climb higher and faster, and be much happier in the process.

~ Unknown

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The beauty of life is, while we cannot undo what is done, we can see it, understand it, learn from it and change so that every new moment is spent not in regret, guilt, fear or anger but wisdom, understanding, and love.

~ Jennifer Edwards

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Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

~ Oscar Wilde

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Guilt can either hold you back from growing, or it can show you what you need to shift in your life.

~ Unknown

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The true measure of success is how many times you can bounce back from failure.

~ Stephen Richards

Mistakes = wisdom

I don't think that you have any insight whatsoever into your capacity for good until you have some well-developed insight into your capacity for evil.

~ Dr. Jordan B. Peterson

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You cannot travel back in time to fix your mistakes, but you can learn from them and forgive yourself for not knowing better.

~ Leon Brown

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Your past mistakes are meant to guide you not define you.

~ Unknown

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The past is a place of reference, not a place of residence.

~ Unknown

Vulnerability mindset

Just because things hadn’t gone the way I had planned didn’t necessarily mean they had gone wrong.

~ Ann Patchett; What Now?

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I don’t want to be a perfectionist. I am choosing to let this one go.

~ Beth Main

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Self-hatred does not serve me.

~ The Yogamad, 45 Forgiveness Affirmations to Let Go of Pain and Find Freedom

Self-awareness

Become aware of the negative ways perfectionism affects you. A few of the problems the authors address in Too Perfect are procrastination, missed deadlines, pickiness, difficulty making decisions, avoiding commitments, lost opportunities, general dissatisfaction with life, guardedness in relationships, and constant worry and ruminations.

~ Beth Main

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Forgive yourself for what you think you’ve done or not done. At every moment, you had your reasons for all of your actions and decisions. You’ve always done the best that you could do. Forgive yourself.

~ Doreen Virtue

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Lack of forgiveness causes almost all of our self-sabotaging behavior.

~ Mark Victor Hansen

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Your inner critic is simply a part of you that needs more self-love.

~ Amy Leigh Mercree

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The more you know yourself, the more you forgive yourself.

~ Confucius

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There is a certain degree of satisfaction in having the courage to admit one's errors. It not only clears up the air of guilt and defensiveness but often helps solve the problem created by the error.

~ Dale Carnegie

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I hope this helps! Take care 😊

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[ssavanessa22]

BMO (part 2)

Warnings: there’s some mentions about diarrhoea and throwing up I think. As always if there’s anything I missed pls tell me

Brief: after dr y/n Lewis admits she finds Spencer attractive what will happen next 🤔

"you are attractive if that what you were gonna ask"

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I don't even know what came over me to say something like that I mean in front of tara in front of all her co-workers IN FRONT OF HIM, I'm usually not that forward yes I have an outgoing personality and yes I'm confident but not when it comes to talking to guys I find attractive. they were a long moment of silence after I replied I don't think he expected me to say that and honestly me neither, he smiled back at me and was about to say something back before Rossi spoke.

"let's eat! we don't want to let my delicious pasta which I spent hours slaving over the stove to make get cold do we" Tara wasn't wrong Rossi's food is amazing, through the meal I asked tara's co-workers about their jobs their roles in the team and the cases they had done all of it was so interesting to me, continuously through the night I made great conversation with Emily and Garcia, I could tell they were the most fun if the group and I definitely planned to hang with Garcia whilst I was still in town. As the boys took all our plates going back inside to help Rossi with desert I was bombarded with a flurry of questions from the girls

“Ahhh you two are so cute together and can just see your babies being cute curly hair geniuses!”

"wow slow down Garcia she hasn't even had a full conversation with him yet" JJ replied

"okay well Garcia might be going a bit too fast but she isn't wrong you babies would be like smart cute hybrids with curly hair they would honestly be unstoppable"

"Tara you and Garcia need to slow down and calm down all I said is that he was attractive it's not like he freaking proposed to me or something, but if you all must know I think he's hot but like in the cute professor way where he's really smart and cute type of way and yes I did basically describe him and then proceeded to call him my dream man in front of you all but it's literally only been 2 hours so let's all slow down a bit okay?"

"okay okay y/n/n i’ll lay off it for a bit"

"thank you tara also where Is the toilet I really need to go"

when you walk back into the house keep walking straight until you reach the corridor then turn left and there should be a cream coloured door that's the toilet.

"okay thanks, ill see you guys in a min"

I began to walk out of the garden into the house

"wait tara that door leads to the kitchen, not the toilet," Emily said

"yeah I know if I'm right Spence will probably be rambling bout how much he likes her and that's gonna be fun"

"she is gonna kill you when she realises"

"I know but it will be all worth it and then she will thank me"

Spencer POV

"guys come on its not a big deal"

"uhh yes it is pretty Ricky you have a good looking girl who described you to a t calling you her dream man then she calls you attractive this is not a sign man this is a massive road sign telling you to go for it."

"morgens right I usually don't like to get involved with your love lives but its true she is female you and you should ask her out before she leaves for town." hotch said

"yeah but what if she ughh you know what never mind"

"no kid you were gonna say something what if -"

"what if she doesn't like me what if she thinks I'm weird"

"kid, I don't think she's gonna find she weird you shouldn't worry about what she thinks when you haven't even asked her out on a date yet"

"I know I shouldn't worry but you know how I am Derek I do this"

"look, Reid, I've been married three times so I know about asking a woman out you should just be confident and cool and just ask her"

"you guys know I'm not cool especially when its a pretty girl"

"okay spencer lets just start off with the basics what do you like about her"

"I mean what's there not to like shes smart shes funny and I can see her and tara are really close and I mean look at her she's gorgeous her eyes, her smile it's just so bright I couldn't stop looking at her face during dinner the way her skin looked so golden as it reflected of off Rossi's garden lights I mean she's the most beautiful girl I think I've ever seen."

just as I finished answering Dereks questions the kitchen door opened and she walked in

Y/n’s POV

"oh I'm sorry Tara told me this was the bathroom where is it actually"

"Reid go show Y/n where the bathroom is"

spencer gave a shocked look at hotch whilst he walked over to me form the kitchen table he muttered someone to the three of them that made Derek start laughing

"hey if you keep w..walking down to the right the toilet should be there, "he said whilst stuttering profusely

"oh ok thanks spencer"

I finished on the toilet and began to walk again to the kitchen I was gonna ask spencer out even I was fucking shitting it and didn't know what to do or how I was gonna do it I was

I walked into the kitchen and saw the cake Rossi was cutting into pieces

"omg is that chocolate cake"

"yeah, it is I made it myself you want a slice?"

"yes please Rossi tara hates when I eat chocolate cake because I'm lactose intolerant can i eat in here, Derek and hotch laughed when I said this"

"it will our little secret"

"uno Symptoms of lactose intolerance may include farting, stomach cramps or diarrhoea a few hours after having food or drink containing lactose, these effects often crop up 30 minutes to two hours after consuming dairy in people who are lactose intolerant. And the more milk products you consume, the worse you feel"

"Derek then hit spencer after he spoke only realising what he said after he looked at me I started to laugh and giggle"

"well then let's hope my bloating and diarrhoea are worth this cake"

"spencer looked at em first in shock the also started laughing as well"

"god I really shouldn't have sad that I just get really nervous and say stupid stuff around cute guys next thing you know I'm gonna start talking about my obsessions I with a doctor who and foreign films"

"you watch doctor who and you like foreign films"

"yeah, I do my favourite season is-"

"Season 5"

"How did you know that was my favourite season"

"anyone whos smart would say season 5 "

"yeah I guess they would"

"will you ask each other out already it's getting boring" Derek said

"spencer started to visibly blush and didn't say a word"

"spencer do you wanna maybe go on a date with me this week?"

"taken off guard he replied yeah yeah I would love that"

#wattpad #spencer walter reid #spencer reid fluff #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #doctor spencer reid #spencer reid #black reader #ari lennox

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

The Intern | Part Three

Summary: You move to New York to focus on your art but end up working as an intern at Stark Enterprises

Chapter Summary: its the morning after the night before and Tony wants to see you in his office 

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader (friendship)

Word Count: 2523

A/N: for the purposes of this story Stark Enterprise is set out like an office building in New York and the story does not follow the same timeline as the movies. Reader does not know Peter is SpiderMan. Also, spelling and grammar is not my strongest skill so please be kind :)

Part Two | Masterlist

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The next morning when you got up for work you remembered why you don’t really like drinking wine. You took some painkillers to ease the headache, got ready and left your apartment. 

You got off the train and found Peter waiting for you as he usually does. As you walk with him you tell him about the night before. 

“It was actually really nice. We ate pizza, looked at art, and I taught him how to bake brownies”

Peter looks at you confused.

“It’s a long story. Thing is, we’d both had a bit to drink and when we were baking we ended up having a kind of food fight with the flour. Then one thing led to another and... we almost kissed”

“You kissed Mr Stark?!” Peter blurts a bit too loud which causes a few glances from people around you. 

“Shh, Peter, keep your voice down! No, we didn’t actually- we almost did, he backed away before anything happened and then he just left. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to do now”

“If nothing happened then that’s okay right?” Peter asks innocently. 

“Yeah but something almost did. Am I supposed to pretend nothing almost happened, or do we need to talk things through? What If last night has completely changed things? ugh! Never drink wine Peter, never!” You say bringing one hand up to your head. 

“It will be fine y/n. Mr Stark probably doesn’t even remember” Peter tries to reassure you as you both walk through the main doors into the reception. “I’m sure nothing has changed- who is that?” He says as you both notice the new girl sitting at the reception desk. Your reception desk. 

Suddenly Happy appears in front of you. 

“Ah miss Y/L/N, I’ve been waiting for you”

“Who’s that?” You ask, pointing at the desk

“the new intern.”

“But..” you start to speak but Happy interrupts

“Mr Stark wants to see you” he gestures for you to walk with him.

You look at Peter who just shrugs sympathetically. 

“Now!” Happy shouts back to you already ahead of you so you have to do a little jog to catch up with him. 

“I’ll see you at lunch then” Peter shouts after you as you walk up the stairs. 

— — — —

You could feel your anxiety rising with every step as you followed Happy down the corridor toward Tony’s office. Happy opened the door and waited for you to step inside before following you in. 

“Ah just the girl I’ve been waiting for” Tony says sitting behind his desk, flicking through papers “thanks Happy” 

Happy nods and steps outside, closing the door behind him. You don’t move, you stay stood by the door anxiously. 

“Well come on in, take a seat” Tony says, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of the desk to him. You do as he says and sit looking at him, waiting for him to speak. But he just continues looking down at the paper. 

“What’s going on?” You ask cautiously. 

“Oh, you’re fired” he replies casually and you feel a huge wave of panic sweep over you. 

“What?! Why?” 

“I’m kidding!” He says finally looking up at you “I’m sorry that was mean”

You breath a massive sigh of relief. 

“Okay you really cannot say things like to me, my anxiety can’t handle it” you shake your head letting out a nervous giggle. 

“Yeah I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist” he gets up from his chair, walking around to lean against the front of his desk right in front of you “although technically it wasn’t a complete lie. You are no longer an intern at Stark Enterprise. BUT don’t freak out, I have something better lined up for you”

You look at him confused and he smiles at you. 

“I want you to come work for me”

“But I already work for you” you reply blankly. 

“I mean, WITH me. I’m offering you a job as my personal assistant”

“I don't understand. I thought Happy was your personal assistant?” You ask and Tony laughs. 

“Don’t let him hear you call him that. No, Happy is my head of security and chauffeur. But lately he’s been taking on some personal assistant duties and, well let’s just say that does not make him Happy.” 

You look up at him trying to process what’s happening. He smiles down at you. 

“So? What do you think?”

“I think there are a load of other people who have been working here way longer than me, and are far more qualified than me, that would kill for this job.” Tony nods his head as you speak. “So why me?” You ask. 

“Because they’re not you.” He says sincerely and takes you by surprise “I’ve never met anyone else in this building who cares as much as you do about doing a good job. You’re always one of the last ones to leave this building, and you always have a smile on your face. You’re hardworking and honest and talented. And I know you worry a lot but you never let that stop you. Just look at the way you chased that guy through the building the other week. You’re braver than you think.” He leans forward, putting his hands on your shoulders to look into your eyes

“Ive seen something special in you Y/N, you have the potential to do great things and I want to be the one help you get there.”

You look into his eyes and you can tell he’s being genuine with you. A smile creeps onto your face and you start to nod. 

“Is that a yes?” he asks.

“Yes” you start laughing, “yes I’ll take the job”

Tony jumps up, grabbing your hands and pulling you up into a hug. It feels nice, comfortable. Then he pulls back suddenly to look at you again.

“I’m glad you said yes, I kinda already filled your old intern position...”

“Yeah, I noticed.” You giggle.

— — — —

You spent the morning with Tony, filling in some paperwork while he explained the sorts of things you’d be doing as his new PA. It sounded perfect. Double the salary you were on before, and Tony promised you’d have plenty of time to work on your art. 

On your lunch break you decided to head down to the reception desk to collect a few of your things you’d left in the desk drawers. Thankfully the new intern was also on her lunch break, you didn’t really feel like awkwardly explaining to her that you used work on that desk. As you’re putting the last few things in your bag Peter comes running up to the desk speaking a million miles an hour. 

“Why are you packing your things away? Oh my god y/n did Mr Stark fire you? Or did you quit because of the almost kiss? Y/N please don’t leave-“

“Peter! Relax! I’m not going anywhere. I’m just not the intern anymore.” 

Peter stops talking and just looks at you.

“Im Mr Stark’s new PA.” you smile and Peter’s face lights up

“Y/N! That’s amazing! Congratulations, I’m so happy for you.” Then he stops smiling and looks like he doesn’t know how to ask you the next part “...Do you think this had anything to do with.. you know.. last night?”

You think for a moment then smile slightly. 

“No. He told me the reasons why he's giving me this job and, I believe him. He didn’t even mention last night at all. I don’t know if he was drunker then I thought, or if he’s just choosing to ignore it but either way I’m fine. Now can we please go get some lunch, I’m starving” 

— — — — 

A week later. 

You walk into the coffee shop you’ve now become a regular at since taking on your new job. It’s Tony’s favourite and he sends you there pretty much every day to collect drinks so when you walk through the door the server behind the counter recognises you instantly.

“hey y/n”

“hey MJ, how you doing today?”

“cant complain. I’m guessing Tony wants his usual?”

“yes please” you say with a smile

“coming right up” she says as she puts your order through the till “I hope he pays you well for treating you like a slave”

“he doesn’t treat me like a slave” you laugh handing over the company credit card Tony gave you “I actually like doing the coffee run, its nice to not be stuck behind a desk anymore”

“plus you get to see your favourite barista” 

“oh of course, highlight of my day!” You grin at her and she hands the card back

“i’ll bring your drinks over in a minute” she says before turning around to make them and you move to the end of the counter to wait. As you stand waiting you look up at the pieces of art spread around the walls of the cafe. Even though you see them everyday you still love studying them while you wait, they make you feel inspired. 

“hello y/n” a voice behind you startles you and you spin around to see the man who had come into Start Enterprise a few weeks ago. The guy you’d chased into Tony’s office. He gives you a sinister smile. “I hear Tony’s promoted you, congratulations!”

“how did you know-“

“I’m sorry where are my manners? We were never formally introduced were we? I’m Professor Randall, but you can call me Charles.” He presents his hand for you to shake and you look at him cautiously. As your about to reach out to shake his hand MJ calls that your order is ready and you turn round to see her stood holding your drinks waiting for you to take them off her. You turn back to the Professor and point over your shoulder. 

“I better be going” is all you say before turning to walk over to MJ. 

“of course. I’ll see you again y/n” he says and you look back to see him walking out the coffee shop. 

“thanks MJ, you're a star” you say as you take the drinks from her and give her a smile, trying to cover up how shaken you are from that small interaction. 

“no problem” she says smiling back “hey who was that creepy guy? Ive seen him in here a lot recently but he never actually orders anything. Just sits and stares at people. He’s really weird”

“I don't actually know him. It’s a long story but, look I better be getting back to work before Mr Stark sends out a search party for his coffee. See ya” you say and turn to walk out the cafe. 

“see you tomorrow” she shouts behind you. 

— — — — 

When you walk back through the doors of Stark Enterprise building you bump into Peter who spots the coffee cups your carrying and instantly knows where you’ve been. 

“hey y/n? Is MJ working the counter today?” He asks pointing at the cups in your hand.

“yeah she is. Let me guess, you gonna go there for lunch today right?”

“uh, maybe yeah” he blushes which makes you smile “You wanna join?”

“not today no, got a lot on. Speaking of, I really gotta-“

“no no, of course yeah carry on. I’ll see ya later”

As you pass Happy in the corridor you pass him his coffee cup and he gives you a small smile of thanks. You walk into Tony’s office and put his cup down on the desk in front of him. He says thank you but doesn’t look up from his work. You take a seat on a chair over by the window and take a few sips of your drink. You soon find yourself looking out the window daydreaming, rerunning the conversation with the Professor through your head. Was it coincidence he was in the cafe or had he followed you there? And if so, why? Tony had said this guy had tried to get his attention a few times, what was his plan? What did he want?

“Y/N?! Hello?” You suddenly realise Tony is calling your name and you look up to see him staring at you from his desk. 

“what? sorry, I was daydreaming” you reply sheepishly.

“hmm I noticed. I was just saying that we need to get the guest list together for the fundraiser next week” he says, eyeing you with concern “where were you then? I could see in your eyes you were somewhere else completely”

“nowhere. Like I said, just zoned out for a minute. I cant even remember what I was thinking-“

“y/n.” Tony interrupts as he stands up and walks over to sit on the chair next to you “I’ve spent enough time with you lately to know when something is bothering you”

You look down at the floor. 

“you don't have to tell me anything, but you can talk to me anytime”

“honestly Im okay. It’s not even a big deal, I just bumped into Professor Randall at the cafe and he was a bit weird. That’s all.”

Tony’s eyes go wide for a second when you mention the Professors name. 

“what did he say to you?” Tony asks, a hint of worry in his voice. 

“Not much. Just that he’d heard about my promotion and then he introduced himself”

“anything else?”

“no” you shake your head “as soon as the drinks were ready he said he’d see me again then he left”

“he said he’d see you again? Those were his exact words?” You can tell he’s getting more and more worried. 

“Yes. Tony, whats going on? Why does it matter?”

Tony looks at you and he can tell he’s stressing you out. He takes a breath and smiles trying to be reassuring. 

“It’s probably nothing, but I just want you to be safe.”

“why wouldn’t I be?”

“no you are. It’s just. The Professor isn’t a nice man, and I don't want him harassing the people I care about the way he’s being harassing me. From now on Happy will accompany you on all trips outside this building and we will be driving you to and from work every day” he stands up and goes back over to his desk, picks up his coffee and has a drink. 

You watch him, thinking over everything he’s just said. You cant shake that uneasy feeling you’ve had since you left the cafe. 

“Tony?” You said standing up from your chair and Tony turns around to look at you. “I need you to be completely honest with me now.” 

You pause as Tony gives you a small nod. 

“Am I in danger?” You ask quietly. 

Tony walks to you and puts his hands on either side of your face, looking into your eyes. 

“no. I promise you, I will keep you safe” he says sincerely. 

You give him a small smile and he kisses you on the forehead before taking his hands away from your face. 

“right, let’s get to work on this guest list” 

Part Four 

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[kittypurritto]

Helllu! I see you've been watching lots of chinese/korean dramas. Can you rec your favs?

 Hello!! Of course I can n.n (sorry it took so long to answer, I kept making changes to this aha). I’ve decided to list my current top 3 favourites, because apparently I’ve watched a lot.

Okay guys, here goes.

Chinese dramas:

So lately the past year or so of my life has been consumed by cdrams (and recently kdramas by extension), but here are some of my faves that I’ve watched.

The Untamed

Anyone who follows my blog knows my crazy obsession with this amazing show. It’s based off of a novel called the Grandmaster of demonic cultivation (has an anime with the same name– s2 is slowly being released right now). The story takes place in a world ruled by the evil Wen Sect. Wei Ying and Lan Zhan cross paths and become good friends (hardcore bromance). Wei Ying tries to save innocent Wen from death, and in the end, he lost almost everything. After going missing for 16 years, the pair find each other again and try to find the real villain.

It’s full of action, mystery, adventure, heart ache, supernatural ghouls, longing, whumping, and an amazingly attractive cast that should honestly be illegal. If you’re looking for a show with lots of emotional pain that will swallow you whole, then you’re in the right place. 

P/s. the 2 mains sing their love song which makes it that much more beautiful/painful.

Ps/s. IT ALSO JUST GOT PUT ONTO NETFLIX GUYS. No excuses not to binge it, and when you do, dm me so we can fangirl together.

Guardian

Another drama based off of a novel, with gay bros, longing, and adventure. Shen Wei is an immortal (kind of), and currently a university professor that has been waiting centuries for his lover/friend (Yunlan) to repay him for what he gave Shen Wei and will do anything for him. Zhao Yunlan is the head of the SID, a department that solves mysteries and crimes with supernatural origins. Together they help save others, solve mysteries, and save the world from Shen Wei’s evil twin brother. 

 All I can say about this one is that if you haven’t seen it, you’re seriously missing out (but warning, the cgi is horrible lmao). It was also super amazing seeing Zhu Yilong in a main role like this. The king of micro-expression seriously doesn’t let us down. 

Legend of Fuyao

This show had consumed my soul for about a full month and a half until I finished it. When I finished watching, it left me sad that it was over. Got to be honest, the ending is still a bit confusing, but is still worth the watch. This is an epic love story about Fuyao, an orphan looking for adventure, but gets caught in a fight between kingdoms and destiny. Along the way, she meets the Crown Prince and they fall in love, but destiny has their fates already decided. They are on the opposite sides of good and evil and need to decide whether one lives and the other dies. It’s got amazing fight scenes and a really attractive male lead (his first lead in a show I believe). Super amazing acting, because let’s be real, any show with Yang Mi is an automatically good show. She’s just too amazing.

Other honourable mentions: Granting you a dreamlike life, Eternal Love, Untouchable Lovers, the Rise of Phoenixes, Detective L– were amazing shows I could rewatch until I die.

Side note: I am super excited for Xiao Zhan’s Jade Dynasty. So hopefully that movie will be available to us soon.

Korean Dramas:

All right guys. I’ve only recently started watching korean shows about half a year ago or so, so I haven’t seen too many, but the ones I have seen I’ve fallen into a deep love with that keeps me going lol.

My Country: The New Age (ongoing)

This show only has 8 episodes so far and I can’t tell you all how amazing this show is. Words can literally not even describe how much it’s consuming every waking second of my life right now. I think the main reason is Seon ho, who started off as someone you respect, but is constantly doing bad shit. He tries to salvage good things from the wrecks he keeps making, but who knows how long that will last. He is ambiguous and slowly turning into a villain. He is slowly turning into the things he wants to destroy and it’s heartbreaking. My heart aches for him and Hwi all the damn time. I just want them to be bff again and stop fighting, but of course this won’t happen. This show has political turmoil and a country at war with a royal family and council who just wants to watch the world burn. Of course, this means manipulating everyone to get what they want, but both Hwi and SH are trying to play their own game, accidentally putting themselves against each other constantly. Watch for heart break, friendship (sometimes), and very attractive male leads aha.

Also, the music is 1000000 thumbs up. All I can say is PLEASE WATCH IT AND FREAK OUT WITH ME.

It’s on netflix, so guys, no excuse lol (DM me to fangirl with me

Black

I don’t want to spoil too much about this show because it’s honestly an experience. It’s about a girl who can see when people are going to die because of the shadows that follow them. She meets a childhood friend, who has a secret, and he asks her to help him solve crimes and protect people from dying, but of course he has his own plans. Get ready for a funny and badass female lead guys.

It’s the first korean drama I watched and will always be one of my faves. It’s an incredible murder-mystery story with more layers than a damn onion. It’ll keep you on your toes and the ending makes me cri evry tiem.

Arthdal Chronicles

At first I thought this show was kind of weird, but an episode in and I was hooked. This show is difficult to explain, but it starts with a war between Arth and the Neanthal. 2 legendary babies get separated and live in opposite parts of the country. This show is hard to describe but it follows the 3 mains, Eunsom, Tanya, and Saya (and Tagon/ Taelha lol) and their fight through tragedy, and sometimes hell on Arth (lol – like hell on earth – am I funny yet). It’s all about a fight for power and revenge among the tribes. Every single character in this show has a different reason, but they all want power to get revenge, basically.

The fantasy aspect of this show and the different ‘species’ are incredible. It does get very political, but the fun of it is all the plotting, and how the characters fix their plans that don’t work out. Half way through I kept screaming at my TV for the mains (Tanya/Saya specifically) to just fkking talk to each other ughhh. Also, Saya will be my favourite unstable boy forever. 

It has 18 episodes on netflix so far, but just signed up for 2 more seasons (thank god because if they stopped at 18 eps I’d pull a Rosa Diaz and kill everyone and then myself -.-”). I can’t wait for it to come back. GIVE ME MORE CONTENT.

Other honourable mentions: Hwarang, Rookie Historian Goo Hae-Ryung (not finished it yet, which is why it’s not up in my top 3), Missing 9, W Two worlds, Warrior Baek Dong Soo.

Thanks for reading and requesting!

I am always looking for new shows to watch, so send me recs too. I find my favourite ones are the historical dramas. But let me knoww!

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[starberrywrites-ships]

The Side Of Paradise

Linhardt x Bernadetta

Based on the song: The Side Of Paradise by Coyote Theory

"So if you're lonely, no need to show me, If you're lonely come be lonely with me"

Read on AO3: HERE

Ask me why my heart's inside my throat 

I've never been in love, I've been alone

Feel like I've been living life asleep 

Love so strong it makes me feel so weak

Linhardt isn’t the most affectionate person if you will. It’s not as if he wasn’t exposed to such treatment growing up. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. His parents were very expressive in showing their appreciation to each other. It never bothered Linhardt, he just thought it wasn’t something that needed his attention. Linhardt is blunt, and straight to the point. He’s a realist, having to constantly make sure Caspar didn’t get himself killed while also spending every day reading, collecting notes about crests. 

 Crests. They have always been fascinating to Linhardt. Capturing his attention the moment he saw his own father doing research. Linhardt first started with the crest easily accessible. His own. The crest of Cethleann. A symbol of kindness and mastery of light. Ironically, Linhardt sees himself as the opposite. Being nice to those who aren’t worthy seems like too much work. And he thinks of himself as a mediocre healer, especially for someone who hates blood. 

 Living out a proper childhood? He was too busy. He found his passion early on in life. Quickly learning he didn’t need anyone else. And he was fine with it. He liked being alone. 

 (Are you lonely?) Our fingers dancing when they meet. 

It was the Imperial year 1180. The year Linhardt was enrolled in the Officers Academy. At first, it seemed like a bother to him. Having to be around people more often than what he was used to? Not his favourite. But, the pros outweigh the cons. There was a whole library in this monastery, probably full of material Linhardt has never laid his hands on before. Not to mention, being able to research his classmates and their crests in certain scenarios? It was like a dream come true. Sure, the actual reason for going like training seemed important and all, but not really Linhardt’s concern.  

Upon arrival, the first thing Linhardt did was dump all his books out. Most of his strength comes from hollering all those heavy books around. Asking for help was too much work. He would rather do things on his own than be in debt to someone else. It might seem selfish but that’s simply how he works. 

Finally getting everything in his room. He let out a sigh, plopping himself on the bed. 10 moons. Linhardt will spend 10 moons at this academy, growing his skills, his knowledge, and maybe, even his relationship with others. 

You seem so lonely (Are you lonely?) 

I'll be the only dream you seek 

Byleth, a recruited mercenary. Linhardt will admit, he was slightly disappointed. He wanted Hanneman as a professor. He had to set a reputation. In order to get the freest time to study, Linhardt’s first impression will be rude, uninterested, and sleepy. While being sleepy isn’t entirely a lie. It is true, if it was up to him, he would be spending his days sleeping. But sleeping means taking up time, and he finds time precious. He can’t just let it go to waste. 

 While pretending to be asleep on the floor, he watched as one of his housemates run out of the classroom. It seemed as if she’s not one to like people either. Although, she deals with it much more chaotically. It grabbed his attention. 

Maybe she has a crest. 

 So if you're lonely, no need to show me, If you're lonely come be lonely with me

 Bernadetta von Varley. The eldest daughter of Count Varley’s. Heir to House Varley, responsible for religious aspects within the Empire. And best of all, bearer of the Crest of Indech. She definitely was an interesting character. Always the first in class, and yet the first one out. Clearly very skilled in a bow, a factor of her crest. The only problem was, it was difficult to speak with her. 

 She was fast. Spent most of her time within her dorm walls. It was difficult to find her outside of her room without the presence of the professor. But Linhardt did notice a few things. Dining hall, greenhouse, library. All these places seemed to be Bernadetta’s favourite spots to be. 

 She was the only one who Linhardt hasn’t bothered yet. She was something else, so he spent his days in these areas for the small chance of being able to catch her and talk. He has had lunch with her before. But he saw how anxious she looked. Sitting on the edge of her chair practically waiting for the moment she can escape. So, Linhardt doesn’t mention anything. He can wait until she’s comfortable. 

 Lonely (Are you lonely?) 

Passion is crashing as we speak 

She paints. Linhardt learned this.

He wanted a change of scenery. Reading in his room just wasn’t doing it for him. So he went out and searched for a quiet place to read. It just so happened, he found Bernadetta in the same place. She began screaming and freaking out, stating how if she’s in his way, she can leave. A sense of guilt built up in Linhardt. Simply saying she is not a bother and can stay. 

You would think Linhardt would use this opportunity to ask her a few questions. But he came to read. And besides, she looked peaceful. The two continued keeping themselves entertained. No words were exchanged for a bit. 

Unfortunately, Linhardt has no filter. Showing Bernadetta a sense of admiration. Something she definitely didn’t want. 

You seem so lonely (Are you lonely?) 

You're the ground my feet won't reach

Once again, the two were together. It seemed to become a common thing for the two. If he was being honest, Linhardt completely forgot his objective. It seemed to spend time with Bernadetta, even with the silence, which was much more fascinating than her crest. She was fascinating. And Linhardt found himself wanting to learn more. 

His approach to this was being honest. Usually, he keeps his mouth shut. But he wants to help and show Bernadetta he is willing to be blunt with her. Most people see her as weak, but he sees something else. 

What he did not see happening, was her panicking the moment he spoke up about how using crimson, her original approach would have made the painting better. Linhardt saw it as a compliment. He made an error, something that would have been avoided if Bernadetta stayed true to her artistic view. 

The fact she saw it as an insult, going on and on about how she must break her brushes, burn the art and never paint again. Linhardt was shocked, to say the least, perhaps, being honest isn’t the best approach. He felt saddened watching her run away. 

So if you're lonely, Darling you're glowing If you're lonely come be lonely with me

The year is now 1185. The war had been going on for five years now. The whole process seemed so bizarre to Linhardt. He’s not a fighter. His fear of blood proves as a weakness on the battlefield. With the professor back after their disappearance during the attack on Garreg Mach, he has been feeling better. With Byleth’s help, he knows they will help lead Edelgard and the other Black Eagles to victory. 

Life seemed so sacred now. Linhardt didn’t know if he would live to see another moon. The idea of it terrified him so. Would he really fall on the battlefield? All his research for years just, gone to waste? He couldn’t let that happen. He had something to live for. Something to keep growing stronger for. Or, more like, someone. 

Looking back on his Academy self, Linhardt realized something. In class, during training and on missions, in the dining hall, before he slept and while doing research. His mind was thinking of Bernadetta. 

How could he have been so stupid? Granted, Linhardt never would have wanted to imagine himself in a relationship. From his perspective, it seemed only crests were important. But lately, he’s been finding himself wanting to do better. Wanting something more. 

Wanting her love. 

Underneath the pale moonlight 

Dreaming of a circus life 

Carousels and Ferris heights 

I'll be yours if you'll be mine

There was no way he was just going to say it. They’re in the middle of a war dammit. No one is sure of their fate. Linhardt decided to enjoy every moment he got instead. And luckily, he got many moments. Going out into the field. He was thrilled to find Bernadetta there painting. It reminded him how rude he was in the past, and happy to see she didn’t let his words go to her head. 

It was beautiful. 

Linhardt was amazed at how much she had improved. The art was captivating in every way. It brought warmth to his heart. Making him feel a certain way. It felt like home. And watching Bernadetta accepting the compliment instead of running away, it was a cherishable moment. And Linhardt let his guard down. 

(Are you lonely?) Our fingers dancing when they meet. 

You seem so lonely (Are you lonely?)

  I'll be the only dream you seek 

Cute.

Linhardt called Bernadetta cute. 

At that moment he wanted to tell her she was cute. Adorable. Pretty. Stunning. Absolutely beautiful. But, that would be too much for her heart. Besides, with the war still not finished, it’s best he doesn’t mention that he’s in love. At least, not yet.

For now, the two can be alone. 

Alone together. 

So if you're lonely, no need to show me If you're lonely, come be lonely with me

They won.

Rhea was killed and the war was over. 

It felt like a dream come true. 

Are you lonely? Passion is crashing as we speak 

“Bernadetta,” 

 You seem so lonely 

 Linhardt nervously walked up to her. Was this okay? Was all this okay? The idea of having the chance to be happy, was he worth it? 

You're the ground my feet won't reach

“Yes, Linhardt?” 

So if you're lonely 

 She was beautiful. She was unafraid. Bernadetta trusted Linhardt. That much was clear. And it made him flustered. 

 Blush reached his cheek, hiding his hands behind his back. Clearing his throat while attempting to make eye contact. “You . . . mean a lot to me Bernadetta. Ever since our academy days, I’ve wanted nothing more than to be with you. You said yourself, we find comfort with each other's presence. That’s we’re alone  . . . together.” 

Darling, you're glowing

 “Of course I remember, you mean a lot to me too Linhardt.” She says, blushing. The colour on her cheek brought up Linhardt’s confidence. 

He can do this. 

“So much in fact . . . I’m in love with you,” He stated. 

If you're lonely come be lonely with me.

 “Will you marry me?”

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[writers-hes]

christmas record.

hello! thank you so much for reading cherry, falling, and late christmas. if you haven’t read them yet, you could do so by clicking the link here. 

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this is a fluffy christmas fic and even though christmas is done, i hope you enjoy it! this is my longest fic yet, with 6785 words! how cool is that? anyways, read and enjoy! send me feed back and requests, i really appreciate them :) 

HAPPY 100+ FOLLOWERS I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU!

warning: unedited ! i was rushing to post this before christmas but i’ll be going over my fics soon to edit everything. thank you! 

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you were a photographer. you liked going to free shows around town, taking pictures of everyone in it. you liked how music swayed them and made them live in the moment. photography was your way of immortalising that fleeting moment. still, you weren’t as successful as other photographers to make it as your main source of income and that was okay. as long as you get to share your art with an audience, you knew you were doing something. you were on a break from your shift at baskin robbins when your phone notified that you just received a message.

helenepamburn.photography: Hello i just want to say i absolutely love your work!!

your phone read. helene pemburn was a photographer you’ve never heard of before. you decided to look at her instagram and check out her work and damn, it is amazing. it seems as though her muse was harry styles, your best friend’s favourite male artist. you have listened to his songs before, even downloaded his first album and he was good.

35mmdiary: oh my god!! thank you so much. i love yours too!! portrait is something that i’m not entirely good at :-)

helenepamburn.photography: Im helene, by the way ! What camera set-up do you usually use? 35mmdiary: hi, helene!! i’m y/n. i usually just use a minolta xg-1 camera and i switch up on the lenses…i’m more of a film photographer than a digital one…
helenepamburn.photography: Ah! so you don’t use dlsr cameras?? 😮

35mmdiary: i do but i just take whatever photo and then edit it on lightroom…with my old presets hehehe

35mmdiary: oh im sorry i have to go i have to finish my shift!! 


the conversation ended at that at first but weeks into it and you found yourself really enjoying talking to helene. she became an instant friend, exchanging tips and tricks on photography. she would even talk about how it was touring with harry and etcetera. you wanted to meet each other soon but it was hard, seeing as your finals was right around the corner and harry releasing his new album.

———

“helene, who are you talking to? you’ve been on that phone for so long!” jeff azzof asked. it wasn’t unlike helene to type away at her phone 24/7. she was usually in her corner, editing harry’s photos for the world to see. “y/n,” she muttered. “who?” 
“i found her on instagram and she really has amazing shots! look,” helene said, showing your instagram to jeff. “and this is all film! no editing,” she praised. “oh wow, she is good,” jeff commended. “yeah, well…about that. i think i’m gonna take a break from work first,” helene started. jeff looked at her quizzically. “i know harry’s about to release his album and there’s the thing at the forum and etcetera but i think y/n is gonna be a good replacement, no?” 
“does harry know?” he asked. he was a little concerned that helene’s leave was a little sudden. sure, she’s been working hard, always going where harry was and taking photographs of him but still, it was abdrupt and it wasn’t quite what he was expecting. “ah, no not yet. i was hoping you could talk to him about it?” she shyly asked. harry’s been a ball of stress lately and helene knew that if something out of the schedule were to happen, harry would freak. “helene…” jeff warned. helene looked at him, practically begging him to go tell harry. jeff only sighed and nodded. “thank you!” she gushed. “i owe you one, big time,”

———

it was almost the holiday break, and you can already feel the christmas in l.a.—it’s not snowing, particularly and it’s not as iconic as new york christmas but you can already see christmas lights hanging downtown and at the grove. starbucks already released their holiday drinks and their holiday cups. you were finishing your last paper for the term, ready to finally get back to photography. you finished ahead of everyone else in class and begged some of your professors to let you take some quizzes and tests in advance. perhaps you were lucky this christmas because they allowed you to and you passed your term with good grades.

helenepemburn.photography: y/n I have a question to ask…
35mmdiary: sure what is it??

helenepemburn.photography: Are you done with classes? The semester?? 35mmdiary: yeah why?? helenepemburn.photography: How would you feel about replacing me as a photographer??? Im about to go on a break and I want you to be my fill-in??? You will be paid the same fee as I do during those days too

35mmdiary: What??? are you sure?? helenepemburn.photography: Yes!! The team will be in l.a. next week for a couple of interviews and etc so would be able to meet you and show you the ropes and hang out!!

35mmdiary: sure!! send me the details…i’m free until christmas anyway :)

helenepemburn.photography: See you then !! Im so excited to finally meet you !!

———

it’s been a few days and your best friend was absolutely ecstatic to know that you were harry styles’ photographer for a few weeks. you’ve been thinking about backing out but from your conversations with helene, it seems like she was really craving for a short break. she told you about going to japan and malibu with harry to take behind the scenes photographs. she loved it, of course but she was getting drained. besides, you will be paid a good amount of money for your services, unlike some of the previous bands who told you that you will have a shoutout for the ‘free’ photos you would give them. artists who don’t support artists suck, don’t they?

“i can’t believe! harry fucking styles!” your best friend, gina, exclaims. she was a harrie, the biggest one you’ve seen. she went to the forum, the closing venue for his first solo world tour, bought merch, and runs a fan account on twitter. “shh! keep it down, gina! it’s just a temporary job. i just took it as a favour to helene and also because it pays well. i can pay a little more to my college debt,” you muttered. “still! once you’re on tour with him, don’t you ever forget me,” she fake cries. “i just want a video greeting for harry, okay? like the one that i got you when i met adore delano,” she told you. you nodded and she squealed, jumpy in her seat because she was about to receive a personalised video from harry styles.

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helenepamburn.photography: Im free right now if you want to meet up!! Im in la and i forgot how much i hated la traffic ://

35mmdiary: sure! where do you wanna meet? helenepamburn.photography: Harry rented an airbnb for all of us in beverly hills…would you like to meet in a coffee shop near it?? Im really craving for american starbucks right now 35mmdiary: sure! i’ll meet you there at 2:30? helenpamburn.photography: Ok and then we can go to the airbnb to meet up with jeff so he could walk you through the details sound good? 35mmdiary: okay…i’ll see you in a bit! be safe ! 


you immediately went inside your shower to take a bath. you were finally meeting helene! you didn’t know who jeff was but you decided to dress a little nicer today just in case this jeff guy was a little strict. opting for minimal make up, your favourite floral pants, white shirt, and your boots, you decided to head out with your iPad and film camera to show helene some of your photos.

it’s almost 2:30 when you arrived at the coffee shop. helene was already there, waving at you excitedly. you smiled and jogged up to her. “helene!” you called as she greeted you with a hug. “y/n! i’m so happy i get to finally meet you!” she laughs. “i hope it’s alright, i already ordered for you,” she says. “oh! thank you. how much was it? i’ll pa—“
“don’t be silly now! it’s okay, you don’t have to worry about it. now, tell me, how have you been?” she asked. you chuckled. “i’m good! i finished all my papers early to focus a little bit on my photography,” you tell her. “college is really sucking the life out of me! i worked part time in baskin robbins too so the stress is just too much,” you grumbled. “ah, well, i promise photographing harry isn’t that stressful. he’s quite chill with whatever you present him as long as it’s in black and white,” she joked. “kidding aside, harry’s whole crew is kind. very approachable and very good people,” she informed you. her words brought comfort over you as you were worrying about how they would treat a newbie. “i’m just really taking a break because i’m so tired! besides, my best friend will get married on christmas and i wanted to be there and take some pictures,” she says.

“you did mention that you like wedding photographs too,” you told her. “i love them! they’re so fun and the vibe is so different. i’m a bridesmaid so i just have to be there, you know? i’m wearing a really cute dress too! here, i’ll show you,” she gushed. she took out her phone and opened the picture. it was a great dress. it was a long peach dress and helene said that all the bridesmaids had dresses inspired by the colours of the sunset. “that’s so cool! i wanna get married someday but then again, not really,” you shared. helene nodded at that. you both spent the afternoon together, walking around beverly hills and just talking.

“hey, let’s go back to the airbnb so i can introduce you to everyone!” she gushed. she booked an uber and then immediately dragged you to the car. you loved how chatty and enthusiastic she was, basically telling you her life story and her friend’s life story in just a few hours. you rode the car once it arrived and it zoomed past the fancy beverly hills neighbourhood. it was a few minutes after when you arrived at a big house. “we’re here! i’m so excited for you to meet jeff, mitch, sara, claire, and everyone else!” she squealed. she beat you into paying for the fare and then dragged you again to the main, where she knocked and cursed at jeff for not opening the door immediately in french.

“fuck’s sake, helene! hold on!” a man called from the inside. “that’s jeff, he’s the oldest in this house but doesn’t seem like it,” she snickered. you were about to reply to helene when a friendly-looking man opened the door. he was scowling at helene, a facial expression she only chuckled at. “hello, jeff! this is y/n, y/n, this is jeff,” she introduced. “hi, it’s nice to meet you,” you told jeff. “same here,” he brushed off. “come in, enter,” he said cooly. you frowned, helene said that they were nice people but jeff seems so intimidating. “give the poor girl a break, jeffrey!” helene said. she guided you to the living room and made you sit on the the couch. “so, i take you’re helene’s replacement while she’s away?” he asked.

“uh—yeah,” you replied, picking on the loose thread of your white shirt. he chuckled at your nervousness. “you dress like harry,”
“sorry?” you asked. helene laughed, noticing how similar you dressed with the star. “she does! i just noticed that!” your friend exclaimed.

“anyways, i’ll be fetching some papers and documents you have to sign. harry’s a big star after all, we can’t trust everyone,” he said before going to god-knows-where. “i’m sorry! he’s not really like that. it’s just that many people before you came here with me as an intern or something but they always end up leaking photos, putting harry in trouble and all that,” helene apologised. “oh, i totally understand. it’s no problem,” you reassured. you were fumbling on your shirt, once more, when jeff arrived. “here,” he put the folder on the coffee table. “read the document over and sign it if you agree, of course…it’s just about harry’s privacy and all that,” he said. “call me when you’re don, i’ll just make us a drink,” he left the room again and probably into the kitchen. you read over the document a few times before signing on the required pages. it was basically concerned with harry’s privacy and how you couldn’t sell harry’s photographs to the tabloids. helene was there with you to explain the whole contract and how the ropes would work.

“she’s done, jeff!” she called. jeff emerged from the kitchen with a tray of iced coffee and some fruits. he laid the tray down on the table gently and took the folder from your grasp. you watched as he made sure that you signed all of the pages on the papers and smiled. “welcome to the team!” he suddenly beamed.

“thanks,” you smiled at him.

“i’m sorry for being rude earlier. it’s just that some photographers and ‘newbies’ take this job for granted. so, anyway,” he coughed. “help yourself to some coffee and tell me about yourself,”

“well, uh—i’m y/n y/l/n. 21 years old and i’m currently taking up business ad. i really love photography but my parents aren’t really set on supporting me have it as my profession in the future. i, uh, also take photographs of artists in free shows but i mostly do film, if that’s okay? harry’s photos will be developed after four hours if we’re here in l.a. but probably more than that if we’re not here, which i’m assuming won’t happen? i have a friend from one of my electives who knows how to develop film,” you told him.

“it’s worth the wait, jeff! do you have some photos, y/n?” helene interjected. you nodded and took out your iPad.

“uh, you can just swipe through the images of the scenes and people i took,” you told him, opening the photos app and into your digital portfolio. you handed jeff the ipad and waited anxiously. “wow, these are good. helene actually showed me your instagram already and i’m impressed. now, we will give you some money for the films and the development process when you start working, which is tomorrow—“

“ah, it’s okay.  the salary is enough to cover for everything,” you reassured. “no, no. i insist. helene also had the same budget. besides, you’re doing us a favour for agreeing to this job instantly,” he said. you nodded shyly. “anyways, you could stay here in the house or something since helene will leave the day after but that’s your choice, completely.” he said. “i’ll just stay in my apartment,” you told him. he nodded and looked at the time. “well, dinner’s about to start. i suggest you attend so you could meet everyone,” he smiled. you nodded, not really wanting to piss your new boss. “i’m sure everyone’s excited to meet the baby of the team,” he chuckled.

“ah! i’m so excited for you to meet claire and sara. you’re gonna love them!” helene squealed. “wait here, okay? i’ll just change into my pyjamas,” she said. you nodded and watched her leave the living room, leaving you alone with jeff.

“so, where did you grow up?” he asked. “i actually grew up here in california and then moved here in l.a. for my studies,” you informed him.

“that’s great,” he nodded. “let’s just wait for everyone else to come,” he said. you nodded and spent the following minutes chatting with helene and jeff. he may have been intimidating at first but he was a pretty chill guy. you liked his humour and immediately clicked once helene told him about the time some bands were lowballing you with a shoutout, to which jeff told you you should be charging more for your shots. it was nearing eight when two girls barged in the door, bringing some takeout.

“sara, claire!” jeff greeted. “this is y/n, the newest baby of our team,” he said. you waved at them shyly.

“she dresses like harry,” sara observed. “that’s what i thought so too!” jeff chuckled. he took the paper bags from the girls. “i’ll just fix this up in the kitchen while your girls chat,” he said while going back to the kitchen. “jeff is such a dad to all of us,” sara said once she sat in front of you with claire. “yeah, it’s nice knowing that there’s parental love going around here or it would be such a mess! mitch is the slobbiest person ever while sara here, hates his mess!” claire said. “so, how did you know helene was about to leave?” she asked. she wasn’t asking in an intruding way, she was just curious.

“well, helene and i are ‘internet friends’,” you told them. “i’m a photographer and i mostly use film. it was her who told me to come fill-in for her while she was away,”

“wait, youre 35mmdiary?” sara asked. you nodded. “she’s been raving about your work and harry seemed to like it too! i follow you on social media!”

“me too! i love your work! so, so good,” claire added.

“thanks, guys! that really means a lot to me,” you said. you took a mental note to follow them back once you go back home.

“where are the guys, anyway?” helene asked. “we couldn’t start dinner without them,”

“mitch told me he was with harry, buying some chinese food. they’re on their way back, though.” sara said.

“oh well, let’s just wait for them to come back,” helene said. you girls nodded and chatted for a bit until eighteen minutes later, the door opened, revealing the harry styles himself and mitch.

“i told you, haz! you should’ve bought soup dumplings instead of the fried ones,” a guy with long hair complained.

“but there might be holes in the dumplings and all the soup would fall out. fried dumplings are the safe option, honestly,”

“guys—“

“sarah, tell harry that soup dumplings are better that fried o—“ he stopped, just realising that there was another person in the house. “hello, who are you?” he asked, utterly confused.

“i’m the photographer filling in for helene while she’s away,” you spoke. “ah, well in that case, hello! my name is mitch,” he said. when he noticed that harry wasn’t speaking soon, he spoke again. “this is harry and that over there is adam,”
“oh yeah, i know. hi, harry,” you shyly waved at him. you also waved a greeting to adam to which he returned. harry gave you a tight-lipped smile. you always imagined this moment to be somewhat chill but right now, your cheeks were absolutely burning because of how beautiful he was. pictures didn’t do him justice, no offense to helene but it was the reality. “i’m y/n,” you added.

“hi, y/n. i’m harry but mitch already beat me to it,” he muttered. mitch only laughed and told him to go to jeff so he could set up the table.

“she kinda dresses like you, no?” mitch commented once he thought they were out of earshot.

it was less than ten minutes when jeff called you girls to go to the dining room. you were sat beside helene and in front of harry, who seemed to look everywhere but you.

“well, this was supposed to be a simple dinner but it isn’t. let’s welcome y/n into the family and bid farewell to helene,” jeff started. “everyone say ‘welcome to the family, y/n’!” there was a chorus of welcomes around the table and you only managed to mutter a shy ‘thank you’ to everyone.

“so, how did you know helene?” mitch asked. “oh we met through the internet,” you replied. “she messaged me about my work and then i looked at her profile a bit and decided that i loved he work too,”

“we’ve known each other for months but only met today, actually.” helene said. “huh, i would’ve thought that you knew each other for years but then again, helene has always been the noisy one,” adam commented.

“you’re just as noisy as i am! i cant believe this is how you treat me on my last day until i come back,” helene faked sobbed.

“let’s jusy eat dinner, yeah? poor y/n must’ve been so tired and hungry from all the talk you’ve been drilling into her,” adam said. everyone nodded and took their food. you shyly opened your chinese take-out box.

“y/n, i’m sorry if this is rude but i haven’t seen any of your work before,” mitch suddenly said.

“i’m not really a big photographer,” you started. “honestly, i just go to free shows and then offer my services for a cheaper price,”

“you should definitely see her work, babe. so, so, good! she does film and that’s like, super hard,” sarah added. babe? “y/n, show him your ipad so they’ll believe me!”

“alright...” you nodded and fished for your ipad, opening the album that contained your beat shots so far. you handed it to mitch. you stared at him for any reactions and was glad to see him focus on your pictures, zooming in on some of them.

“these aren’t filters? damn, you’re good. yo, look at this, adam! isn’t this the band you’ve been listening to on soundcloud?” mitch asked, showing adam your photograph of the vocalist of peach pit. adam looks over and gapes.

“y/n, this is so good! what’s your username on insta? i’ll give you a follow!”

“it’s 35mmdiary! i’ve been showing you gus her work for months now,” helene grumbled.

the dinner started and ended like that, with friendly banter from what seems to be a loving environment. jeff was definitely the father of the group. you liked everyone but harry. he hasn’t talked to you all night, just stealing some glances at your direction. helene booked you an uber and told you to text her once you’re home. you nodded and bid her good bye before riding into the car.

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“harry, what do you think of y/n?” jeff asked once you left.

“pretty cool girl, yeah?” he commented.

“you barely looked at her! she’s quite lovely,” claire added.

“probably because he finds her cute or something,” mitch teased. “always does that! playing hard to get but really, what is there to get?”

“shut up, mitch,” he blushed. it was true. harry did sort of find tou attractive. you were so kind to everyone, taking their compliments gracefully. you got along so well with the other members and he wanted to talk to you but adam and helene hogged the conversation. perhaps he should talk to you alone, sometime?

“okay so, christmas is coming soon and once again, we will be needing to have our secret santa!” sarah said, changing the subject as harry looked like a poor fish gaping.

“should we include y/n?” adam asked.

“of course! she’s a part of our family now, even if it’s temporarily,” helene said.

“yeah and we should take you out instead...” harry teased.

“hey! that’s not nice,”

“well, she’ll be coming in tomorrow and basically everyday to accompany harry on photoshoots and to get some shots as well. we could talk to her about it tomorrow,” jeff informed. everybody nodded at that.

“gotta go back to my room, m’tired from today,” harry yawned. everybody said good night as he left tahe living room.

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unknown to them, harry was actually looking theough your instagram. he decided to follow you once he reached his assigned room. everybody was right, you are good. he was so excited to have you as a part of the team.

harrystyles: Nice meeting you today, y/n. x

35mmdiary: hi hi!! it was nice meeting you today too :-)

harrystyles: Your works are lovely. I’m so excited to see more of your work.

35mmdiary: thanks ! i hope you like what you see so far. thanks for hiring me by the way

harrystyles: It’s quite alright! I loved what Helene showed me. I tried to get into film photography but it never worked out. So hard to figure out the settings. :(

35mmdiary: i actually started with dispposable cameras! they really helped me know what i like! i could teach you some of the stuff i know if you like. im not a pro or anything but i think there’s a few things i could teach you?

harrystyles: That sounds great! When are we doing it?

harrystyles: Can we do it tomorrow? I’m free tomorrow.

harrystyles: Only if it’s okay with you. :)

35mmdiary: yes of course ! i could meet you in the house tomorrow morning ?

harrystyles: No, it’s okay. I’ll just have someone pick you up just send me your address. I’m not a serial killer, I promise.

you gave harry your address and your number, just in case he needed it. that night, you looked for your spare disposable films while harry told jeff that you would be accompanying him tomorrow. jeff only teased harry but allowed it anyway.

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“good morning!” you chirped as you entered the black range rover. harry smiled at you. the driver at the driver’s seat nodded at you.

“good morning, love. i got you breakfast, if it’s okay. if you don’t like it i could eat it and we could go somewhere else for breakfast,” harry rambled, offering you a brown bag. you looked into it and saw a ham and cheese croissant—your favourite sandwich.

“this will do just fine. this is my favourite sandwich,” you said as you dug into the bag to get your sandwich. “would you like some? we could share if you like,” you offered. harry shook his head no, telling you that he already ate the same sadnwich as you did.

“by the way,” you started as you swallowed the pastry. “i got some disposable cameras that you could use in my bag,”

“you shouldn’t have...” harry pouted. “i basically hogged your whole day and now you’re giving me stuff too?”

“it’s okay. i wanted to. as long as we end just in time for me and helene to say goodbye to each other,” you smiled.

“lunch is on me then! i know this place near santa monica that served the best chicken wings!” he declared. you chuckled at his etermination to get even with you. “what are we doing today, by the way?”

“well, i was thinking we could go on a classic photowalk. it’s basically just us walking and taking photos of the things we like,” you told him. “i was thinking we could take photos downtown...” you trailed off, not realizing that the paparazzi might see harry. “or somewhere else you like so we could avoid the paparazzi,”

“we’ll go downtown then!” he said, not really caring about tomorrow’s tabloids. harry liked your presence. for some reason, it made him feel at ease. he didn’t care if you’d be labelled as harry’s girlfriend tomorrow. he just wanted to have a nice afternoon walking around and taking photos that he like.

“well, for me, it’s the perfect place. if you’re into portraits, you could photograph people! if you’re into sceneries, you could do that too,” you gushed as you finished the last of your croissant. “i like sceneries and candids a lot. taking portraits is something that i’m not really good at,”

“at least you know something! i’m such a beginner,” he admitted. “drop us off here, please, thank you.” harry told the driver. the driver nodded and stopped the car. harry immediately went out, dragging tou by the hand to hide from onlookers. it’s not like he didn’t want to meet fans, he did. it was just that he’d rather be unnoticed when dealing with private matters, such as spending time with a girl whom he finds cute to gain some brownie points. he led you to an empty alley.

“you alright?” he asked. you nodded and fished out for the cameras in your bag.

“harry? here are the cameras. there are 36 shots per camera and because i brought you theee, you could do more than a hunderd. just give them back to me after you use it so i could have my friend develop them,” you breathed.

“thank you so much, y/n! you didn’t have to because i also have my own camera. just don’t know how to adjust it,” he frowned, looking down at the expensive camera hanging on his chest.

“i could take a look at it, if you like,” you offered. harry beamed at you and nodded rapidly. that day, you spent the afternoon taking photos of people living their daily lives. it was such a great day, walking downtown with cameras at hand. the day consisted of you and him talking about the most embarrassing stories you could think of when you were younger. he told you about the many times he fell onstage during his concerts, to which you laughed at, saying that you tripped on a wire once when you were photographing a gig for a local band. onlookers wouldn’t think that you were strangers at all but you didn’t mind.

that night, at the beverly hills mansion, you and the team huddled together to pick names for the small exchange gift. you left the house with a smile on your face a few hours after, really loving the group.

“alright, who picked y/n?” harry asked as soon as he walked back in from waiting outside until you left.

“why?” mitch asked. “well--” “he obviously likes her, dumbass,” adam said.

“you just met twice why would you like her immediately?” mitch asked again, clearly missing out on something. “she’s really a nice girl. besides, what’s wrong with finding her cute?” harry asked, clearly giddy about the day he spent with you. “she’s so cute especially when i told her earlier that she looked good in what she was wearing! then, she gave me these disposable cameras,” he added, showing off the cameras hanging on his wrist. “i really wanna get her something for christmas but i think it’s a little straightforward to just give her one, no?”

“what would you do for you to get her name?” sarah asked. “i’ll pay you a hundred dollars and treat you and a friend to a nice dinner,”

“i got her,” jeff said, giving the paper to harry and harry giving another piece with a different name on it. he gave jeff 300 dollars for the dinner and the monetary gift and said thank you. he smiled with his dimples showing and retired to bed.

“he’s whipped,” mitch mouthed to sarah. sarah only nodded, really finding it cute how harry found y/n cute.

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you’ve been photographing harry and his band for so many days now, rarely even having the time to clean your apartment, which was fine. it was always clean, only feeling like it wasn’t because harry was at your place, going over the photographs that he would be posting on his social media. you told him that you could come by the house in beverly hills but he told you to just stay at home so it would be safer. you didn’t protest but you did stress clean for a little bit.

“i really like this photo,” he pointed at your laptop. “i think mum would really like this, yeah?”

you nodded. it wasn’t your best shot but so far, it looked like it was harry’s favourite image of himself. you were done for the night and you were tired but you didn’t want harry to leave yet. you were enjoying his company and it seems as though he was feeling the same when he decided to open a new conversation.

“so, who did you pick for secret santa?” he asked as you opened your spotify christmas playlist and played it softly on the bluetooth speaker on the coffee table. “i can’t tell you that! it would ruin the whole thing,” you replied. you were perched on your couch, facing harry.

“why not? it’s not like you got me, unless you did…” he teased.

“maybe, maybe not,” you shrugged. harry pouted but started to hum to the christmas music anyway before sipping on his hot cocoa. “you know what i would love from you?”

“what?” he asked. he’s been tearing his hair for a perfect gift for you but nothing really came up. he wanted to get you a film camera but that would be too basic. “a christmas record from you! your voice is so good,” you gushed. “it would sound so great and i’m sure you’d sing christmas classics like the one paul mccartney sang,” you mused, clearly unaware of what was going through harry’s head. he finally found a perfect gift for you. “if you ever release a christmas album, hit me up immediately! i’d stream and buy the hell out of it. i’ll even wear your christmas merch,”

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“everyone shut up! i’m gonna record something in my room, don’t bother me,” harry breathed as soon as he arrived in the rented home. everyone’s eyebrows shot forward. they were huddled in the living room, playing uno. “okay, i’m sorry just don’t make too much noise!” he apologised. he ran to his assigned room after that, locking his door and taking out his guitar. clueless as to where he would start off, he decided to text helene.

harry styles: Helene! 

Helene.: Harry !

harry styles: Do you know y/n’s favourite Christmas songs?

Helene: Not really but she’d be into classics dont you think?? Why ??

harry styles: I kinda got her for secret Santa and I don’t know what to give.

harry styles: Do you really think she’d be into the classics? Helene: Yes now stop talking to me i have to attend the dinner rehearsals why do you have to rehearse for dinner?

that night, harry set up his personal microphone, a device that he could just slip into his laptop’s usb, and sang at least three songs that he would sing with gemma whenever he was home for the holidays.

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it was after harry’s successful live show at the forum. you were busy capturing every moment of the tour with your camera. gina, your best friend was in the crowd too. it was your early christmas gift for her, along with a personalised video from harry like you promised. she squealed and hug you for being the ‘best best friend ever’. you laughed and received her hugs with joy. you were supposed to have a small staff-only after show party but decided not to come. you were tired and all you wanted was sleep. you told jeff about it and he nodded, hugging you and asking you if it was okay if you left alone. you nodded and wished him a good party. that night, you went home to your apartment, looking over the new photos that your friend e-mailed you so you could show them to harry the next time you see him. you took note of the pictures you liked alot.

“where’s y/n?” harry asked as soon as he greeted everyone. “oh, she left! said she felt tired and just wanted to sleep,” jeff shouted over the loud music and the loud people. the party became bigger as staff invited friends and family to come over. harry didn’t mind, he liked crowds. harry nodded at jeff, a little disappointed because he was hoping to get to you. he would be leaving for london next week for another live show and he was sure that you wouldn’t be able to come. the live show at the forum was supposed to be the big ending for the celebration of harry’s album in america. if he wouldn’t be able to see you now, he wouldn’t see you at all, probably.

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it was nearing 1 am when your doorbell rang. being a light sleeper, you woke up from your slumber in the couch. you must’ve fallen to sleep while finalising images you wanted to show harry next day. you fixed the coffee table a little bit then begrudgingly walking to the door, only to reveal the man who’s been keeping you busy.

“hi, y/n. may i come in?” harry asked. you nodded and opened the door wider, the cold from your air conditioning unit greeting harry.

“what are you doing here?” you asked as you and your guest settled on your couch. “well, i was at the party and i noticed you were gone so, i decided to come by. i’m sorry if it was so sudden it’s just that, i picked you for secret santa and i wanted to give you my gift before i leave for london next week,” he rambled. he the handed you a pretty christmas box.

“thank you, harry. what about your party?” you asked. “it’s fine, they’re fine. i just wanted to be here with you more.” he smiled. “go on, open it!”

you opened the box that revealed a red sweater.

“you said you wanted christmas merch, right? that you would wear it?” he asked. you nodded and unfolded the sweater to reveal a ‘harry’ sweatshirt in red. it was the one that gina wanted for so long but in the colour pink. harry’s name was embroidered on the soft red sweater in white, and his motto ‘treat people with kindness’ was embroidered on one of the sleeves in red.

“i picked out the colours and i hope you like it! it’s not from the same manufacturer but i figured you would like it,” he said. you looked deeper into the box to find a cd and a flashdrive. the cd cover was you and harry, a selfie he took using his phone when you were out having a photowalk. “you said you wanted a christmas record and here it is,” he said. you were smiling widely and thanking harry for the thoughtful gifts he got you. “i, uh, you have to listen to the songs and text me if you liked them, alright? text me as soon as you finish it.i have to go back to the party and entertain but i’d really love to hear your thoughts on the record, okay?” he asked, standing up from his seat and kissing your forehead. you nodded and watched him go outside your door, too overwhelmed with his thoughtful gift. you inserted the flashdrive in your laptop’s usb and clicked on track 1.

track 1 was harry’s rendition for paul mccartney’s wonderful christmas time--your favourite christmas song. you casually mentioned it to him once but didn’t think that he would remember. there were 8 tracks in the flashdrive, harry’s voice and guitar playing filling your apartment. you were wearing the sweater he gave you, feeling giddy at the gifts he gave you. you just finished track 7 and waited for track 8 to play when harry’s talking voice was heard from the speakers.

“hi, y/n,” he started. “well, i hope you like my gifts for you. the truth is, jeff was actually the one who picked you and i picked claire but i bribed him so i could give you this gift. truth be told, i like you. like, i’m crushing on you and if you feel the same way, i’m waiting in the parking lot. i just wanted to say this and was wondering if you wanted to go out on a date before i go back to london for the show and the holidays. wow this feels like a goddamn movie and i sort of like it. i hope you really love my gifts. i’m waiting outs--” you stopped the audio and immediately ran to the door, opening it. it revealed harry who was sitting beside the door, waiting anxiously. once he heard you go out, he stood up and smiled at you.

“silly boy! of course i’d go out on a date with you,” you said as you hugged him. he was chuckling, thanking the heavens for giving hime a wonderful christmas.

“what about when i’m in london? how would we talk then?” he asked. “we’ll make it work, yeah? see how it plays out,” you said. you felt him put his chin on the top of your head after kissing it.

it was the perfect ending to a perfect night and as the christmas lights surround you with your wreath hung on your door, you both wished for this christmas miracle to last.

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[chilling-seavey]

Anything But Mine (d.s.) - Chapter Five

A/N :)

Saturday, September 7th, 2019

Florence, of course, called Callum right away to tell him the news. Her call, as usual, was sent to voicemail. For once, it didn't ruin her mood. She talked excitedly into the phone, spilling how she met this gorgeous boy and how he made her feel all these ways she never knew she could feel before. The rest of the day was spent getting her apartment back together, leaving Clementine playing on the living room rug while she worked. Laundry was started, dishes were washed, and a good vacuuming was done to the hardwood floors.

As much as she was loving life that day, her mood depleted quickly with the lack of text from Grayson. Two days had passed and she had still not received a text back. She tried not to overthink it, yet it still took a toll on her. She was in a sensitive state of mind once Matt left and she couldn't help but think she did something wrong.

It was Saturday around noon when Florence went over to the frat house for a spur of the moment visit. Daniel answered the door, barely getting a word out before she threw her arms around his neck.

“Hi.” Daniel laughed.

Florence let herself into the house, pushing the stroller with the sleeping baby in it.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, not being able to hide his smile over her cheery mood.

“The apartment was too quiet and I missed you.” Florence shrugged, letting herself grab a pop from the fridge.

“I missed you too.” Daniel smiled.

“How's school?” Florence leaned against the counter.

“It’s good. My producing professor is tough but I’m sure that’s a good sign.” Daniel shrugged. “What have you been up to?”

“I’m glad you asked.” Florence said dramatically. “I met the most amazing guy.”

Daniel’s smile faltered but she didn’t notice.

“His name is Grayson and he’s our age too and he’s so gorgeous like chiseled from the earth gorgeous and he’s so sweet and funny and-and-“ Florence gushed, hiding her pink cheeks behind her can.

“Where did you meet him?” Daniel asked softly.

“At Mommy group! He’s Cameron’s younger brother. And he’s a twin too! An identical twin but to me they don’t look identical but Ethan is really witty and lovely and I still can’t understand how they’re so...so...” Florence held her hands out in front of her. “So.”

“Sounds nice.” Daniel nodded.

“Are you okay?” Florence raised an eyebrow. “You’re distant.”

“Sorry, I was writing upstairs so my mind is still there I guess.” Daniel cleared his throat.

“Oh, sorry!” Florence said quickly. “Go back to it! I’ll just hang out down here if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” Daniel said. He started for the stairs but Florence ran over and hugged him before he got too far.

“Love you.” She whispered.

“I love you too.” He smiled.

Florence made herself comfortable at the dining room table, pulling Clementine next to her in her stroller. She opened the small jar of baby food she brought with her and started to feed the baby. Only moments later, Jack came down the stairs with his guitar in his hands.

“Hey.” He smiled, coming over to greet the two.

“Hey, you.” Florence beamed.

“You’re in a good mood.” Jack stated.

“I am! Life is looking up!” Florence threw her arms out. Clementine laughed.

“Do the ladies want some music with their lunch?” Jack sat down next to them, his guitar on his lap.

“I’m sure we won’t mind, would we, Clem?” Florence said. Clementine watched Jack intently as he started playing, lazily opening her mouth to be fed spoonfuls. As long as Florence knew him, Jack always had an amazing singing voice. It was clear her daughter thought the same.

At that moment, her phone rang. Florence picked it up without looking at the screen, tucking it between her shoulder and ear as she wiped the baby's face with the edge of the spoon. Jack quieted his playing.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Grayson."

Florence's heart leapt like a middle schooler with a crush.

"Oh, hey." She cleared her throat nervously. "What's up?"

"I'm sorry for not texting you the past couple days, work has been a major pain in the ass."

"Yeah, I figured you were busy."

Grayson continued, "What are you doing right now?"

"Nothing really. Why?"

"I'm downstairs. I want to take you out."

Florence almost dropped her phone. No one had ever asked her out before.

"I would love that but I'm not at home right now."

"Oh. You must be busy then."

"Um, one sec." Florence muted her phone, turning to Jack. “How much do you love me?”

“A decent amount, why?” Jack said slowly, still quietly plucking away at his guitar. Living in a house of boys, he knew better than to accept something before knowing what it was.

"Can you watch Clem if I go out? I just got asked on a date by this amazing guy and I'm kind of freaking out!"

"Yes! Of course, I can!" Jack beamed. “I wouldn’t say no to quality time with my favourite little orange.” He leaned over to squish Clementine’s cheek and she giggled.

"Thank you." Florence whispered before putting her phone back to her ear. "Yeah, no, I'm not busy. I'll head home now."

"I can pick you up if you would like?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, text me the address."

"Okay." Florence couldn't wipe her smile off her face as they said their goodbyes. Jack was leaning on the table, smirking at her.

"What?" Florence mumbled, noting him staring as she texted Grayson.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Jack asked.

"Just someone I met the other day." Florence shrugged, sliding her phone in her back pocket as she stood up from the table.

"Good." Jack smiled, "Someone who can treat you how you deserve to be treated. Oops did I say that out loud?”

Florence smiled nervously, moving slowly and nervously, finishing her drink and applying light lipstick in the powder room. Florence's heart was hammering in her chest; she didn't know why she was reacting this way. It never happened this much with Matt. Thinking of him made her whole demeanor change, her shoulders slumping and bright eyes falling. She tried to focus on Jack’s music but her mind was cloudy. The wait for Grayson's text was almost tortuous, the nineteen-year-old's broken heart still beating strongly. When her phone buzzed in her hand, she took a deep breath, adjusting her purse on her arm as she called goodbye to Jack, and started for the front door.

The light blue Porsche was parked on the street out front. Grayson was stood leaning against it, his dark hair pushed back messily, and black sunglasses on his nose. He wore a black button up, the sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons undone, and dark grey cuffed jeans. Florence physically stopped at the sight of him for a quick second. When he saw her, he smiled and walked over to open the door for her.

"Thanks." Florence mumbled through a smile. The two got in the front seat again. Florence blushed at the memory of what happened the last time they were there.

"Did you have a good day yesterday?" Grayson asked her as he pulled away from the curb.

"It was alright. Just got some cleaning done." Florence answered. "How was work?"

"So long. I work at CTV studios and they kept me there for hours yesterday. I didn't get home until late."

"You work at CTV?" Florence gaped. "That's the biggest Canadian television and film company."

"Yeah." Grayson chuckled. "My brother and I were going to move to LA but they noted our social media presence out of high school and offered us an internship and then now a full time job."

"That's incredible." Florence shook her head, as Grayson turned onto the main road. "What do you do there?"

"We're on our first producing gig currently but usually we're filming or helping out with editing."

"Ah, so no talk show starring for you?"

"Not yet." Grayson laughed.

Florence looked out the window, "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." He smiled. "So, we talked about my job. What do you do?"

"I'm raising an eight-month-old." Florence sighed, her gaze flicking over to him. He was still staring straight out the windshield but she noted his eyebrows furrowing momentarily. Florence continued, "I couldn't start university here because a) I was pregnant and b) I had no money to my name. Still don’t, really."

"But you manage to live downtown still?"

"My family has a lot of money so my brother sends me enough for my apartment rent. Our old neighbours really help me with other things I need. I don’t have time to get a job or even take classes because I have to look after Clementine all the time."

"That must be hard."

"It is; but I think it'll be worth it one day."

"I don't doubt it for a second. You're putting your life on hold to raise your daughter. That's really admirable and no where near easy."

His overly kind words startled Florence into silence. She just stared at him. When she didn’t answer, he briefly looked over at her then back to the road.

"Sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"No, you didn’t, it's just no one has said that to me before. Callum always kind of makes me feel badly for what I do. He has this grudge against Matt – my ex – and I guess he just blames him for screwing over my future."

"Well I don't blame him for having that grudge. And obviously your brother's opinion matters a lot to you, so I get why you feel stuck in the middle. But your priority is your daughter and that's what you are focussing your life around which is the right thing to do."

"Do you take classes on sweet talk?" Florence smirked. Grayson looked over at her and smiled a goofy grin, making his whole face absolutely light up. Florence couldn't help but notice his perfected jaw line and how his light brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the sun.

"Nah but I pride myself on my honesty."

Florence bit back a smile, turning to look out the window. It was a sunny day with bright blue skies and sparkling sunlight hitting the lake water. It was only a few quick minutes later when Grayson turned onto a side street and into a parking lot. A graffitied wooden fence framed the cracked concrete lot.

"Ready?" he asked her.

"Where are we?" Florence frowned with curiosity.

"We're going bowling."

Florence could feel herself pale.

"You look like I just told you I'm a serial killer. Have you not been before?"

"No. I've never been bowling. I don't even know how to play."

"What?!" Grayson gaped. "Well good thing I brought you then. Come on."

Grayson opened his door and climbed out. Florence took a second to take a deep breath before following him. The walk around to the entrance was nerve-wracking to Florence. Although, now living alone, she was used to saving money and going through life like the average city dweller; she was still affected by the way she was raised, and the dimly lit bowling ally made her almost cringe.

Grayson stopped at the front desk, passing over his credit card in exchange for two pairs of shoes.

“I’m putting so much trust in you right now.” Florence shook her head as they got to their designated lane.

“It’s just bowling.” Grayson laughed as he sat down to change his shoes. Florence did the same.

“It was a game for the lower class in my family.” Florence admitted, sliding off her own shoes.

“Oof, ‘the lower class’.” Grayson laughed. “Your parents doctors or something? Lawyers?”

“Actors. Hollywood actors.”

“Really?” Grayson gaped.

“Surprised you haven’t heard about the scandal. DiCaprio daughter flees parents’ luxury to live alone.”

“Sounds like quite the heathen, that one.” Grayson smirked.

“Kinda a bitch, to be honest.” Florence joked.

“Well at least she’s got those stunning good looks going for her.” Grayson got up and stood in front of her, holding out his hand to help her up. Florence stood up with him and he guided her to the beginning of the lane, a ten pound ball in his hand.

“Take this.” He instructed. “Fingers in these holes here.”

He wrapped his arms around her, large hands on her wrists, guiding her arm back.

“Toss it forward, try to go straight down.”

He took a step back and Florence gave the ball a toss. It spun right into the gutter. She put her hands on her hips and turned to him, her lips pursed.

“I think I did it wrong.”

Grayson laughed, “It’s not easy.”

He took a ball for himself and aimed and shot. His back muscles flexed as he moved and Florence couldn’t help but stare. Grayson’s flawless shot knocked down all the pins.

“No one likes a show off.” Florence tisked.

“No one likes a sore loser.” Grayson teased.

It was like that for the rest of the game: Florence’s failed attempts and Grayson’s expertise of the classic game shining through. She was exhausted by the end, Grayson guiding her to his car with a hand on her lower back. He opened the door for her and helped her in. Florence thought about her mother and how proud she would have been if she had seen that simple action.

“How do you feel about steak?” Grayson asked as he closed the door behind him and started the ignition.

“I think it’s delicious but half a mortgage.” Florence said.

Grayson only smiled, turning onto the sunset dyed streets. One arm was resting on the window ledge, the other at the top of the steering wheel. Soft 80s classics were playing through the speaker and when he rolled down the windows to let the summer air in, he also turned up the volume.

Grayson sang loudly, making Florence laugh and join in. Each red light they stopped at earned them glances from pedestrians but they sang on like no one was listening. The warm summer air blew Florence’s blonde hair back in waves, her smile plastered to her face like she was sculpted that way.

The restaurant they pulled up to was coated in dark glass and black panelling in the midst of downtown. Fairy lights were strung along the patio, lighting the exterior in a golden shade. They both got out of the car and made the short walk to the restaurant from the parking lot. Grayson led Florence inside by a hand on her back. Dark laminate flooring and black painted walls stared back from the interior with white accents and red detailing. People sipped red wine in fancy dress and Florence felt out of place in her jeans and t-shirt.

“Do you take all your dates here?” Florence asked Grayson as they started to follow the hostess to their table.

“Nah. Been waiting just for that special one.”

His smooth words never failed to bring a blush to her cheeks. As they sat at their table and they were given their menus, Florence took her phone from her pocket. The only notifications were a picture of Clementine and Jack playing guitar send by Aidan and a text from Daniel.

Jack said you’re on a date. I hope he acts like a gentleman.

Florence smiled, sliding her phone back in her purse without responding. Daniel’s hopes were definitely answered as Grayson was the most polite and respectful man Florence had ever met. The perfect combination of sweet, witty, and flirty, Grayson could leave her smiling for hours. And he did. Dinner lasted longer than usual, their meals filled with childhood stories and facts about themselves. Florence learned that Grayson grew up in a small town and got into so much trouble with Ethan as a child; breaking bones and giving their poor mother grey hair at an early age. Florence told him her story, growing up in a strict family in the upper class area of LA and how punishment was intense. She even explained her confusing relationship with Matt, Grayson listening intently through the all of the details.

They walked back to the car hand in hand, pink dusting Florence’s cheeks both from the simple action and from the glass of champagne she had with dinner. The warm summer air was cooling down under the moonlit sky, the bustling sounds of the city filling the infinite space around them. Finally at the car, Florence reached for the door but Grayson took her outstretched hand in his other, guiding her to face him. He didn’t speak, instead, cupped her face with one of his large hands and pressed his lips to hers. Florence could have melted on the spot. Her back fell gently against the cool metal of the car, contrasting Grayson’s warm body beautifully. She let her hands rest against his chest, the firm muscle under her touch almost making her knees buckle. It was nothing she had ever experienced before and it was electrifying. Grayson wrapped his other hand around to her back, pulling her body close against his. The way his tongue felt over her lips made the nineteen year old, open up for him hungrily. As her nails started to grasp the front of his button up, he pulled back, leaving still minimal space between them.

“Come home with me?” Florence breathed, embarrassing herself by saying that.

“I’ll take you back to your daughter.” Grayson smiled. “I’m not the type to stay over on the first date.”

“Oh, me neither. I just-I didn’t-“

“I was teasing.” Grayson chuckled, dipping down to kiss her again. “But I do stick with that rule.”

~~

Zach was the only one awake when Florence was dropped off at the boys’ house. Being left with a chaste kiss, Florence was in pure bliss as she came twirling into the foyer. Zach was in his pyjamas at the fridge in the darkened kitchen, watching her with amusement over his young features. Florence came to an immediate stop when she spotted him, hands catching herself on the granite island.

“Someone’s happy.” Zach chuckled.

“I had the best night!” Florence sighed, making sure to stay quiet for the other boys who she guessed were asleep since it was almost midnight. “Is Daniel upstairs?”

“Yeah I think he’s still up.” Zach said. “You staying over?”

“Probably. If Clementine’s already down.”

“She is. We sang her a few songs.” Zach admitted.

“What would I do without you guys?”

“Be sad, for one thing.” Zach shrugged, popping a chocolate chip cookie in his mouth.

With quick ‘good night’s, Florence headed to Daniel’s room and Zach started for the loft. Sure enough, Daniel was fast asleep, gentle breaths being the only sound filling the room. Since the last time Florence was there, she noticed the addition of the small bassinet by the far wall and she walked over to find her daughter asleep on her back. Her lips were parted slightly and little snores matched her moving chest. The onesie she wore was white with a print of a Clementine fruit on it; part of the set that the boys got Florence for her baby shower.

Florence left a kiss to her baby’s head before helping herself to Daniel’s drawers. She got herself changed into a light pink sweatshirt and stayed in her underwear, leaving her discarded clothes and bra on the wooden floors. Daniel shifted as she climbed under the covers next to him, a place she always felt so comfortable. As Florence got herself situated, Daniel woke from his light sleep. He shuffled up behind her, wrapping an arm around her middle, pulling her into him.

“You’re back.” he said, his voice thick with sleepiness.

“I am.” Florence smiled, her voice quiet through the dark room. She set her hand over his, the position all too familiar to when she was pregnant and staying at the Clifford’s. Daniel was stay over often to keep her company, being one of the few things that helped her fall asleep during those later months.

“It was good?” Daniel asked tiredly.

“So good.” Florence sighed, pulling his arm tighter around her. She fell asleep before he could say anything else.

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[retrauxpunk]

silicon valley grand finale recap: 6.07

everything under the cut, complete with spoilers :)

okay alec berg

okay

okay

you won me over as i suspected and hoped and wanted you to but i dared not hope too much because of what a clusterfuck 6.06 was in my opinion

i had low expectations as a defence mechanism

but i’ve just watched this magnificent 45-minute farewell behemoth of an episode and you know what? FINE. 

FINE

IT WAS REALLY REALLY GOOD and it’s good enough that i’m now slightly less mad about 6.06 because you know what OKAY the dumbass rushed-execution plotline about the AI — yeah okay now that the finale’s out, OKAY, YES, it was WORTH the russfest deus ex machina fucker to get THIS. 

a really good finale that i’m. HAPPY WITH.

i FELT THE EMOTIONS when i was meant to feel them! it resonated! it was brilliant!

oh man

i don’t know if i have too much to say because i’m just quite happy with it and now that the whole thing’s over, i no longer have the suspense? but okay let’s see

so firstly i woke up to a DM from some fucker (someone i’d intermittently chatted SV with on instagram after they reached out to me; someone who, prior to this, i would not have called a fucker) and all i saw were the notifications reading something like ‘have you seen the episode’ and ‘heartbreaking’ and i swear to god i was fucking livid because, like, i recognise that that’s not a spoiler DETAIL about PLOT per se but i’m one of those freaks who, when i really like something, i don’t want to know fucking ANYTHING! including the emotional reaction anyone has to it because then!! then!!!! i fucking start thinking about what happened! it’s giving me some kind of information that i previously did not have and which i did not want to have because i DO NOT WANT my experience coloured by other people’s reviews! because they give away SOMETHING

(if you were doubting the veracity of me relating to richard the most out of the characters. behold this petty rage and tell me i’m wrong)

(also i KNOW it could’ve just been saying ‘the show’s over now and that’s heartbreaking’ but the point is I DON’T KNOW THAT RIGHT because you only get a truncated view in notifications and it’s not like i’m gonna open the fucking chat to CHECK if it’s ACTUALLY A SPOILER at the risk of viewing S P O I L E R S)

(they don’t call me the richard hendricks bitch for nothing, that moniker has a new dimension now)

yeah so i blocked this guy (and then sent him a technically polite and civil but otherwise really fucking pissy DM in response after i’d watched the episode) and then went about my day

i had a good day, which was good. gotta be in the right mood to consume the final installment of my favourite tv show ever.

i started watching.

documentary, huh? this is. INTERESTING.

and it becomes clear that something’s fucked up. even without instagram fucker’s comment, it is clear. given the fact that richard looks like a lonely soul in a retirement home at the beginning of the documentary, with all the colours/backdrop and the weighty comments of how ‘everything was fine’

and then there’s the party ... hurray ... richard in the cake! love it. sometime do some fic/art of richard popping out of a cake in a jarrich context lol

monica’s gift of the text messages! that’s really sweet and i loved it.

THE DOT. HOLY SHIT RICHARD YOU EAGLE-EYED MOTHER FUCKER

also u fuckin nerd with the ellipsis comment........... tbh i get it, i appreciate that joke

(oh jared. dutifully laughing at all his jokes. LITERALLY LIKE HOW SOMEONE WITH A CRUSH LAUGHS AT ALL THEIR CRUSH’S DUMBASS JOKES HHHHHHH)

I really enjoyed when jared mansplained and got bitten by monica lmao i just ............ i’m not fully able to articulate why i liked it but i REALLY ENJOYED IT hahah

GILFOYLE!! appearing with the lock the doors comment and cliff bars and a gun ...... oh boy i love him ;_;

i enjoy that they explicitly(ish) mention that gilfoyle’s an alcoholic lmao

also, dinfoyle shippers, gilfoyle passing out in the men’s room after a rendezvous with dinesh? huh? huh? -aggressively nudges and winks-

...anyway

i love that it’s the combination of richard’s obsessive meticulousness and gilfoyle’s hardcore work ethic and security-mindedness that reveal this fatal flaw with pied piper. it’s a nice collaboration of sorts and it speaks kind of to each person’s greatest strengths (diligence, thoroughness) (i mean we know richard’s other greatest strength is the talent of his coding and gilfoyle’s other greatest strength is also his brilliance and also his being smoking hot but y’know i didn’t say greatest strength at the exclusion of others...)

OH MAN

YES GILFOYLE you have a strong moral compass and want to kill the monster!

laurie being in prison .......................for no clearly defined reason.....and her hair’s still perfect..... yeah i’m here for it. also she does strike me as someone who’d do pretty much fine in prison lmao 

i liked richard and jared’s rooftop conversation. i ..... i was annoyed with jared mentioning gwart because THAT WHOLE THING WITH GWART AND JARED LEAVING AND THEN COMING BACK AND THE I MISS YOU AND WHATEVER I DON’T CARE WHILE LITERALLY CRYING AND ALL OF THAT STILL FEELS LIKE AN ARC THEY STRAIGHT UP FORGOT TO CONTINUE/RESOLVE AND I’M STILL FUCKING MAD but aside from that i liked the conversation.

this whole series has been instance after instance of richard’s idealism and moral compass seeming to thwart his success because he refuses to do shitty things and instead chooses the harder but ultimately morally good path, and it’s ...... i love that this culminates in him making one of the most difficult/painful idealistic choices of all: let his dream of six years come to fruition and possibly (rather than certainly, at this point) ruin the whole fucking world, or kill his dream and really truly make the world a better place by SAVING THE FUCKIGN WORLD?

UGH YES *chef’s kiss*

love that jared’s agreeing with him/supporting him the whole time and you can fucking SEE richard calming down from his initial rage and seeing that, oh, okay, no, he has no choice, he Must kill the beast he has created...

and at that point screaming FUCK from the rooftop seems like a pretty sane response

love the cut to him in his i-mean-business blue hoodie (was it his blue hoodie? i can’t remember but i feel like it was?) being like ‘gilfoyle’s right’ lol

THE THING WITH DINESH’S CAR AND CRACKING TESLA’S ENCRYPTION

this was cool enough that i did not care about technological feasibility, Rule of Cool achieved

and dinesh’s speech about how he couldn’t be trusted! oh boy

like jared said, it was a magnificently courageous moment of cowardice. LOVE. IT.

(also i couldn’t help thinking, lol was this done as a response to kumail nanjiani’s schedule clashing with the others so they had to have all his scenes separate rom the rest of the cast? i mean either way they executed it stunningly)

oh BOY THE THING WITH GABE AND JOHN STAFFORD!!! and you know if gilfoyle had been friends with john stafford then maybe john would’ve fucking called gilfoyle and checked before fixing this shit!!

is this what they intended? i’m not sure. but it sure makes the gilfoyle chess subplot seem a lot less frustrating than the other going-nowhere-but-comedic-relief subplots that were in themselves fine but made me mad when i saw how rushed 6.6 was

gabe lmao

fuckin gabe

BUT GOOD ON GABE FOR LETTING DINESH KNOW JUST IN CASE!! THANK YOU GABE!!!

and OH BOY DINESH! YOU CAME THROUGH! YOU HAVE A GOOD CORE AFTER ALL! YOU COULD’VE DONE NOTHING AND BECOME RICH BUT YOU CLIMBED A SKYSCRAPER’S WORTH OF STAIRS AND SAVED THE FUCKING WORLD!

lmao i loved kumail nanjiani’s horrible wheezing as he opens the door and then despairs and then wheezes his way up the surprise additional stairs, i actually started laughing in my seat. brilliant physical comedy.

also loved gilfoyle’s ‘are you jacking off’ ‘did you do one push-up’ jibes lmao

brill

YES DINESH SAVED THE DAY!

AND GILFOYLE SAVED THE DAY! WHEN RICHARD (not entirely unreasonably) FUCKING FROZE AND GILFOYLE MADE AN EXECUTIVE DECISION AND TRUSTED DINESH AND IT PAID OFF! YESSSSS

oh and speaking of trusting dinesh. richard being like ‘dinesh you fucked us’ and then apologising and dinesh being all ‘you’re good, i’d think i fucked us too’ AHHH *chef’s kiss*

THE RATS? LMAO THE RATS? verging on maybe too ridiculous but I THINK I LIKED IT.

oh boy

CONAN

BILL GATES LOL

KARA SWISHER

PRESUMABLY MANY OTHER BRILLIANT GUEST STARS I MISSED

YES

oh man that convo on the roof! the only issue i had with that was jared being relegated to the seats behind them WHY ! WHY WAS THAT!! 

ok i’m gonna headcanon it as like, they were gonna make room for him but he was like ‘OH NO NEVER MIND I’LL SIT BEHIND YOU, I LIKE BEING ABLE TO WATCH OVER YOU ALL’ ok there i fixed it. it’s plausible and i fixed it.

gilfoyle drinking entire bottles of tres commas? man he’s so hot and alcohol-soaked i’m astonished he hasn’t spontaneously combusted yet

THEY SAVED THE WORLD ;___;

MY BABIES SAVED THE WORLD

oh and now the present day................ (of the episode) ......

gavin as a trashy romance novelist and denpak as his long-suffering ghostwriter/collaborator? LOVE IT LMAO yeah sure why not!! and that scene when they’re arguing but then have this breakthrough about their novel in progress? AMAZING HAHAHAH i hope they’re happy together

RICHARD IS THE GAVIN BELSON PROFESSOR OF ETHICS WHAT THE FUCK 

I MEAN OKAY FIRSTLY he is well-qualified to be an ethics in tech professor given his experience

BUT DOES IT NOT KILL HIM TO HAVE GAVIN BELSON IN HIS TITLE LMAO

maybe gavin made a hefty donation to stanford and bighead gave enough of that to richard that richard doesn’t mind

maybe at this point richard’s developed a good enough sense of humour to tolerate it because if he didn’t, he’d go fucking insane

he said he was happy .................... was he? i’ve no fucking idea tbh. what do you guys think? richard’s happy with a high-paying non-stressful job, or richard’s sad and despairing? ......i’m gonna go with the former. maybe wistful. maybe he’ll start another company one day. idek.

god when he said his best friend gave him a job ... for a second i thought it was jared. but oh well. OH WELL. OH WELLLLL.

LOVE that big head is president of stanford and it’s not addressed AT ALL how that happened and you know what? we had enough of him failing upward that we don’t need an explanation! this seems totally plausible! amazing.

and josh brener’s acting when they’re like ‘do they call you that because your surname is bighetti’ .......... amazing

HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH DINESH AND GILFOYLE STARTED A COMPANY TOGETHER AND HOLY FUCKING SHIT OH MY GOD 

hey i just realised is NEWELL ROAD the place where the guy who bought dinesh’s laptop from the office clearance sale lived where gilfoyle turned up pretending to be geek squad to punch a hole in the laptop????!!

okay i just went back and checked and that’s not it. BUT newell road is the street the hacker hostel’s on!

which is fucking adorable and i love it.

ALSO

ALSO

ALSO

AS FAR AS I’M CONCERNED THEY FUCKING MADE DINFOYLE CANON BECAUSE LOOK GILFOYLE SAYS THAT THING ABOUT DINESH BUYING THE HOUSE NEXT TO HIS BECAUSE HE LOVES HIM AND DINESH HAS NOTHING TO SAY BUT ‘FUCK YOU’ AND YOU KNOW WHAT

YEAH THEY DID IT

THEY STARTED A COMPANY TOGETHER AND GOT MARRIED

i swear to god when they said there was a meeting i just briefly imagined the ‘meeting’ was them sneaking off to a supply closet to fuck or something

YESSS

so we didn’t get jarrich but WE GOT THIS

okay whatevs i’ll take what i can get *blows coolly on nails*

jared working with the elderly! that thing about having parents and being someone’s parents! that’s so beautiful and makes so much sense it works somewhat as a salve to the darkly comedic but ultimately not really necessary punch to the gut that was the discovery about his biological parents.

judy reading one of gavin’s romance novels HAHAH YES

oh boy! the reunion!

i swear to god when richard and jared walked up to each other IT STILL FUCKING FELT LIKE THEY WERE GONNA KISS

everyone hugging!

GILFOYLE LOOKING TO THE CAMERA WHEN RICHARD AND JARED HUG

to me, that’s him being like ‘look at these two. ten years and they’ve not realised they’re in love yet’ hahahha

oh and Monica working for the NSA? yeah i can see it hahahah

jian-yang’s crazy jungle empire? yeah fuckin checks out

(RON’S PANIC WHEN RICHARD STARTS ADMITTING GUILT AND HE HAS TO BACKTRACK LMAO love the law jokes/references)

dinesh referring to gilfoyle’s horrible corner hahaha it’s so clear they fucking love each other they wouldn’t have fucking started a company if they didn’t also THEY LIVE NEXT DOOR TO EACH OTHER WHAT THE FUCK OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR THIS GIFT

at first i was like oh god did richard and jared not see each other for years??? but then there was that line about ‘i saw you last week’ and i’m so happy again. headcanon best friends (not to say that big head isn’t also a best friend of richard’s) and they catch up and love each other and then fall in love down the line (TIME TO WRITE A FIC LOL)

WHEN JARED HAD THE THING IN HIS BAG I GUESSED IT WAS THE ALWAYS BLUE THING AND WHEN IT CAME OUT I ACTUALLY PUT MY HAND OVER MY MOUTH AT ALL THE FEELINGS AND OH BOY OH BOY YESSSSS

<3333

richard losing the thumb drive. HA.

good. good setup

now the spinoff of sv is this apocalyptic hellhole because the thumb drive fell into the wrong hands and now pied piper have gathered to face/fight the apocalypse

i..... could write that fic. i could.

i imagine in that apocalypseverse jared has super surprisingly become a ruthless leader of a tribe, dinesh and gilfoyle are dual rulers obviously (or like, scavenger rebels on the fringes), monica has a terrifying tribe of followers or has made herself indispensable to another leader, richard is working as a tech slave for someone horrible (or is out in the woods after being stranded away from civilisation when the first attacks/clusterfucks occur) but then gets rescued by jared/the rest .............. yeah

OKAY ANYWAY

in short i really really liked it and i think the whole idea of them having to purposely fail to save the world from the terrible genius of what they’ve created is a fitting and deliciously bittersweet way to end this wild journey and i LOVE THIS WHOLE FUCKING SERIES and i don’t wish it had ended any other way

except for richard and jared kissing and sailing off into the sunset of course

#rain watches sv s6 #silicon valley #sv spoilers #sv s6 spoilers #silicon valley spoilers #precipitation #my sv text posts

[writing-in-the-impala]

You Always Hurt The Ones You Love (Part 6)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

AU: Professor!Bucky Barnes/ Teacher!Bucky Barnes

Series Summary: You fall for your smoking hot literature professor Bucky Barnes (quite literally) what follows you never predicted would happen.

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, teacher-student relationship (but like it’s all legal chill) and mentions of PTSD because it’s Bucky, SLOWburn we’re in for a long ride

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Get ready, this is gonna be one hell of an emotional roller coaster for the next few chapters, enjoy :)

MASTERLIST | SERIES MASTERLIST | Part 1,  Part 2,  Part 3,  Part 4, Part 5

You- Hi, Nat told me that you carried me home all the way from the subway when I fell asleep and I'd just like to say thanks! :)

You texted Bucky in the morning right after Natasha filled you in on what happened after you fell asleep, however she did miss out Bucky's freak out over you being his student and him drunkenly admitting he had feelings for you. You weren't sure if it was the right thing to text him, yes he gave you his number but that didn't mean you could just text him any time, it may have been just for you to send that video.

Bucky- Hi, it wasn't a problem, I'm getting used to carrying drunk you home now ;)

You- Ha Ha 🙄 very funny

Bucky- How's the hangover?

You and Bucky ended up texting for a while before you had to go to work. You went from talking about the party to talking about random stuff, you honestly didn't understand how you could talk to Bucky so much it got so bad that Natasha was noticing. "Who you texting?" She'd ask and you'd just lie but she knew it was Barnes she knew, but she didn't tell you. On Monday you were ill, so I'll that you decided you're staying home, or more like Nat told our to stay home. So you emailed all your professors for the day saying you won't be in due to sickness and straight away Bucky texted you.

Bucky- so I'm guessing you're hungover?

You- Nope I'm actually ill, I know a shocker for a student

Bucky- Get well soon!

You- Thank you, now you should probably get back to work or whatever 😂

Bucky- Pop quiz, I get to sit and do nothing

You- I'm so glad I'm ill

Bucky- 😂

You decided to go back to sleep as you were feeling light headed and tired, when you woke up you finally took a shower for the first time that day, put on some short shorts and an old hoodie, then wrapped yourself in a blanket relocating yourself on to the couch and began watching your favourite TV show. You were surprised to hear a knock on your door so you stood up with the blanket still wrapped around you and you plopped over toward the door you checked who it was and you saw someone turn around and walk away, you recognised him instantly so you opened the door and said "Bucky?" With a hint of confusion.

"Oh good I thought I went to the wrong flat." He said in relief turning around to face you. "Hi." He said with a smirk probably caused by your state of confusion and your outfit that consisted of the puffy blanket.

"Hi, do you wanna come in?" You said still confused, standing to the side to let him in and he walked in. "Not to sound weird or anything but how do you know where I live?" You said in your state of confusion.

"The night after Bruce's party I carried you home, Natasha lead the way." He simply explained while taking his back pack off.

"Ah right." You said remembering the day.

"Anyway I'm not here to take up your time I just thought you'd probably want some stuff since your ill." He began opening his backpack. "So I got you tissues, chocolate I hope you like it, tea, you said you liked, cold medicine and I went to the bistro not too far from here and got you some soup." Bucky said and your jaw litterealy dropped, this was the man of your dreams at that moment you knew.

"Wow Bucky, if this is something you do when your friends are ill I'm gonna be ill more often, thank you so much." You said in amazement.

"It's honestly not a problem, oh and I bought over some work you missed from my and Steve's class so bring that in whenever your back." He said in more of his "teacher" voice.

"I take that back how dare you, I bet this was all a test of you checking if I'm actually ill." You said jokingly plopping down on the couch with a fake angry face and Bucky laughed.

"I bought you soup! Doesn't that like equal out with the fact that I'm making you do work?" He tried to negotiate.

"It's not fair I'm ill I don't want to be writing essays I'm so gonna email you telling you I've lost this." You said turning Netflix back on.

"I'm glad to know you value your education." Bucky said sarcastically and you laughed. "Anyway I've got a meeting to head to so I've got to go, enjoy the soup... and homework." Bucky said with a slight smirk.

"Thanks professor." You said rolling your eyes and saying it as if Professor was the most vile word to ever exist making Bucky laugh. "No in all seriousness thank you so much for this, mostly for the food, I'd hug you but I'm ill." You said standing up and walking him to the door.

"As I said it's not a problem, get well soon." He said with a smile.

"Thanks, bye."

"Bye." He said walking out the door and you shut it trying to comprehend what just happened. You didn't know how to feel, Bucky was perfect, if he wasn't your teacher you would be non stop flirting with him in hopes of him liking you but he was your teacher, he reminded you of it constantly. You did end up finishing his assignment or "homework" li he called it. At the end of the next lecture you had with him you wakes up the the front of the class where he was packing up to give him the assignment. "Hey you feeling better?" He asked noticing it was you.

"Yeah, just a bit sleep deprived because I was finishing this." You said putting the assignment down on his desk.

"Wow, I honestly didn't think you'd ever do it." Bucky said honestly.

"Yeah I wanted to prove you wrong that's why I did it." You said with a smirk and he laughed.

"What did Steve say when you have him the assignment or did you not?" Bucky asked.

"He was basically as shocked as you are." You said and Bucky laughed.

"I knew you'd do it." Bucky said confidentiality.

"No you didn't." You retaliated.

"Yeah, yeah I did." Bucky said with a smile and you rolled your eyes. "Anyway I'm heading to go grab a coffee and since you didn't sleep because of this assessment care to join me?"

"Yeah that would be great actually, I tried to get coffee at home this morning but couldn't." You said with annoyance as the two of you walked out the lecture hall in order to leave campus and go to a nearby coffee shop.

"Woke up too late?" Bucky questioned.

"No Wanda,"

"The one I met in the bagel place?" Bucky questioned.

"Yeah her!" You said happy for some reason that he remembered. "She and her boyfriend are remodeling their apartment so she's staying with me and Nat and it's SO crowded." You said your voice sounding exhausted.

"I can imagine." Bucky said with sympathy.

"The worst part is Vision, Wanda's boyfriend, insists to cook, but it's like he has no taste buds so it's usually bad and we just all eat it pretending that it's good, I miss food with taste." You said with a hint of saddens.

"I mean if you miss food so much you can always come over to mine for dinner." Bucky offered.

"No that's a lot of hassle." You said not knowing if he was being genuine or just trying to be nice.

"It's really not, since Dot I live alone it would be nice to have some company once in a while. I mean Steve and his fiancé visit often but it's just I don't know."

"It feels like they pay more attention to each other than you so you still feel alone?" You asked.

"You nailed that, yeah."

"Yeah I live with Wanda and Vision now, and I feel like I'm just a ghost in my own house watching them live their life."

"Wow this is way to deep before coffee.". Bucky said as you walked into the coffee shop and you laughed. "But honestly the offer still stands.

"I may actually take you up on that, do you want me to buy anything? What food we making?"

"I didn't think that far ahead." Bucky honestly said and you laughed. The whole time you were in the line you were planning what to eat, when you ordered coffee Bucky paid for it and you felt warm inside and happy that he's so kind to you. The two of you found a table and finally decided you'll make spaghetti bolognese for dinner. "Okay so what do you want me to buy and bring with me?" You asked and Bucky pulled a face like he's thinking. "Nothing I think I have everything, maybe something to drink."

"I think I have wine at home, do you like wine?" You asked.

"I love wine but don't tell Steve because I used to call it a girly drink but then I tried it, now it's my guilty pleasure." Bucky explained and you laughed.

"Okay I'll bring wine." You said with a smile.

You arrived at Bucky's that evening around eight, and he opened the door in just jeans, with wet hair and a towel draped around his neck. "Hi, sorry I lost track of time and just got out the shower." He said as he opened the door and it took everything in you not to check him out. "Ooo wine." He said with a smile.

"Hi, yes I bought the wine as promised you said handing him the bottle.

"Please come in, I'm just gonna go quickly, actually chuck some clothes on." He said walking out the room in his mind being shocked that you bit your lip upon seeing him - even though you personally didn't realise- he knew he was attractive as in he had the "good" body at least that's what society thought but he never thought you were in any way attracted to him. Although if he was being honest with himself he did purposely open the door top less in order to see how you'd react. When he came back into the room you were in the couch looking at your phone and making weird faces at it. "What you doing?" Bucky asked walking in.

"Telling Nat I won't be there for dinner and she needs to suffer alone." You simply replied.

"And you're telling her this be making weird faces into your phone?" Bucky questioned.

"No I'm using Snapchat." You explained.

"The all for nudes?" Bucky was extremely confused.

"No okay sit down old man." You said and he sat down next to you. "Look these are filters, the dog one is everyone's favourite." You explained clicking on the classic filter. "If you open your mouth see a tongue comes out." You said and Bucky opened his mouth and laughed unbeknownst to him you were recording and you kept recording for another few seconds while the two of you messed around with the filter. "Okay so now I recorded that, I can save it, post it to my story or send it to a friend or all three." You explained pointing at all the features, and also saving the video.

"But why would someone want a video of us playing with a filter?" Bucky asked honestly.

"I mean no you don't send stuff like that okay look I have a photo message from Nat because it's red and I got a video from my little brother because it's purple. So that's the two things you can send." You explained and Bucky nodded his head. "So Nat sent this." You said clicking on the snap and opening a selfie where she's rolling her eyes with the caption "vision thinks he can make tacos it's going to taste like shit again"

"So now I'd reply, so I take a selfie." You say taking a selfie with Bucky, and saving it just out of reflex. "Then I'm gonna add 'sucks to be you' as the caption, and send it." You said doing what you were saying.

"Right so it's texting plus selfies." Bucky said.

"Yeah or Peter my little brother likes to send videos because he's too lazy to type." You said clicking on a video of Peter, he was walking through the kitchen to the living room talking to his phone. "May is making dinner so if you want to escape Vision come over." He said with a smile. "Oh also." He added excitedly stopping and his eyes going wide. "Look at my new t-shirt it's a maths equation that says find X and X is circled and it says found it, get it? I love it so much." He said with a smile showing off his t-shirt to you and both you and Bucky laughed at Peter. You began to record a response straight away. "You're such a nerd!" You said zooming in on your face and zooming out and Bucky laughed. "But also that'sAReallyCoolTshirtAndI'mTottalyJealous." You said really quickly and under your breath and Bucky skilled as if he was trying not to laugh. "Anyway thanks for the food invite but I got this guy to cook for me." You said with a smile pointing the phone more onto Bucky and his eyes widened in a 'Really?' type of way as he said "that's what she thinks, but actually she's cooking." He said you scrunched your face up and replied. "Mean. See what I have to deal with Peter." And you shook your head before ending the video and sending it straight to Peter.

"Okay I get it, it's a fun way to talk." Bucky confessed.

"Exactly." You said.

"Anyway hungry?" Bucky asked standing up.

"Always." You said and he laughed pulling you up from the couch.

"Okay time to make some food I guess, I'll get the pasta and stuff out can you pour us some wine or whatever you want to drink, glasses are in the cupboard above the sink anything you want to drink is in the fridge." Bucky explained pointing to everything.

"Okay, you want wine I'm guessing." You confirmed and he nodded. The two of you ended up cooking in together harmony but also messing around. You were in charge of the sauce and he got the veg for the sauce ready and started to cook the pasta. Bucky turned on the radio in the background so you two had something to listen to although the two of you spent most of the time cooking talking, with moments where you two would sing along to songs or dance along. "Okay I think the sauce is ready." You said tasting it, the pasta was already done so Bucky was just sitting on the island counter behind you. You turned around with a bit of the sauce in the wooden spoon and bought it up to Bucky's lips. "Try it and see if you like it." You said and he did, his eyes going wide. "That is amazing!" He said and you smiled turning off the cooker. "Okay dinner is ready then." You said and Bucky jumped off the countertop. The two of you ate dinner with some light conversation it was really nice and you honestly forgot this was your teacher, it felt more like a date. "Do you want help with washing up?" You asked after dinner.

"I made you cook I'm not gonna make you clean too what kind of a monster do you think I am." Bucky said and you laughed.

"Technically we both cooked." You pointed out.

"I put water, salt and rice in a pot and let it heat up. That's all I cooked." Bucky said and you agreed with him.

"Okay fair point." You said. "Anyway I should probably slowly get going because I have an early shift at work tomorrow." You said with a hint of sadness you were really enjoying your evening.

"Okay I'll walk you to the door." Bucky said after putting the dishes in the sink. "Thank you for coming over it was nice to have someone around here again yano." He said opening the door and not making much eye contact.

"Honestly my pleasure it was nice to have a peaceful and tasty meal unlike anything that I'd ever get at home with Vision and Wanda around." You said and Bucky laughed.

"It tasted good because you cooked it." Bucky said and you shrugged. "Anyway have a good day at work tomorrow and thanks for coming once again." Bucky said as you stood in the doorway.

"Thank you for inviting me." You said as the two of you hugged goodbye. "Bye." Oh said in the hug before something unexpected happened as you pulled out from the hug Bucky leaned in and kissed you before immediately pulling away.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry." Bucky said in fear and shock and you didn't reply. "Old réflex from back when I was with Dot, I'm sorry bye." Bucky said closing the door as you still stood there shocked. He shut the door in your face and you just stood there for another few seconds trying to comprehend what happened. Professor Bucky Barnes just leaned in kissed you on the lips softly and immediately pulled away in embarrassment. It was a reflex he said that, it didn't mean anything you knew that but it didn't stop you from wishing that the kiss lasted a bit longer so you could kiss back so you could feel his chapped lips for longer however you knew how extremely wrong that was. When you gathered your thoughts from the shock you began to walk out the apartment building but you still heard a final "FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" Come out of Bucky apartment before hearing a crash. You decided to keep walking knowing that going back and asking if he was okay would just cause more awkwardness. You dreaded going back to class.

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[rulers-of-night]

Finding My Way To You

Chapter 11 has arrived! yes it took longer than i hoped but it’s here now and waiting for you to read it. Some cute Feysand things happen in this chapter 

Feyre is in a toxic and pretty shitty relationship with her boyfriend Tamlin. The same boyfriend couldn’t be bothered dropping her home one night from a party she was dragged to and ended up having to walk home. Feyre pissed off and cold wonders home at some ridiculous time in the morning when the people she meets are less than pleasant. Faced with a potential rapist Feyre runs to a house, hoping anyone will give her safety. I wonder who lets her in? Who does she meet?

Chapter 1 . Chapter 2   Chapter 3 . Chapter 4 . Chapter 5 . Chapter 6 .Chapter 7 . Chapter 8 . Chapter 9 . Chapter 10 . Chapter 11 . Chapter 12 . Chapter 13 . Chapter 14 . 

The sound of him breathing and the shaft of warm buttery sunlight on my face awoke me from my deep slumber. 

I examined my room through groggy eyes and found everything messed up. Our clothes were thrown everywhere, my bedside lamp was on the floor and the duvet was half on Tamlin, half hanging off the bed. 

Had last night really been that rough? The memories I recalled from last night were all intense – heavy breathing and loud moaning. It was amazingly pleasurable but didn’t have the same relief it usually did. It felt as if something was missing. Like a piece had broken between us and now we didn’t quite fit together – like we used to.

I sighed as I manoeuvred my way out of Tamlin’s firm grip – even when sleeping he couldn’t let me breathe. The spot between my legs was tender and sore as I sat on the edge of bed and grabbed the first piece of clothing I put my hand on – Tamlin’s oversized green shirt. On my way out I saw not one, not two but three condom wrappers on the floor.

Great! 

Why was it that every time we had a fight we resolved it by sex? We never actually talked about our issues. The sex was great, but it really wasn’t a healthy way of resolving anything. I’d have to talk to Tamlin about it when he woke up though I would doubt he would think anything was the matter between us. He was so caught up in the old us that he forgot to see that we had changed – that I wasn’t the same girl I used to be.

I surveyed my messy living space, there was paint and paper and random sketches everywhere, there was also bits of charcoal on the floor, half crushed. And a stack of canvases piled in the corner. Why was my life so messy? I loved the mess sometimes, but it was moments like these when I felt like my life was falling apart that mess freaked me out. 

Tamlin’s sleeping form haunted me from the next room, he’d be pissed if I woke him up and even more pissed to wake up and find that I wasn’t safely wrapped in his arms, ready for morning round of tumbling in the sheets. 

I looked to the clock sitting against the wall on the kitchen counter, 8:30. Uni campus would have opened an hour ago, and I really needed to get my paintings evaluated by my professor to make sure I was on the right track, especially because I hadn’t been on campus for a few weeks. Could I leave Tamlin alone in my house? I didn’t really have a choice, I needed a new scene and to get out of the house before Tam woke up. It was a necessity that I got out of the house before I went crazy. I was struggling to breathe.

Before I could talk myself out of this or wait for Tam to wake up, I snuck into my room and fetched some leggings, a wool jumper and my old converse (that were falling apart bit by bit). I tied my hair into a bun at the top of my head and as quietly as possible collected up my art supplies and stacked my three canvases in the car. I quickly scratched a note to Tamlin, letting him know where I’d gone and left it on the pillow beside him. I felt slightly guilty for deciding to go to uni, he’d probably planned on spending all of Sunday together and I’d just messed up his plans.

As I left my bedroom I stopped to survey his naked muscular chest. It was gorgeous. His muscular planes were rendered even more magnificent by the delicate sunlight. His blond hair appeared magical in the warm soft glow of morning and his face was ethereal in its beauty. For all of Tam’s faults he sure was handsome. How did someone like him end up with someone like me? I looked at my emerald engagement ring and sighed shakily. 

Then I left him asleep and drove off to the Uni campus, relieved to see the tall oak trees lining the entrance of Velaris University, the leaves vibrant reds, oranges and yellows. 

The windows of my car were down, and I breathed in the cool morning air, allowing it to cleanse me and calm me. It was refreshing. Uplifting. Revitalising. I parked my car near the art building and carried my equipment into my favourite art studio. Velaris had an extraordinary art program, obviously not as good the Rainbow Art School but that was fine by me. 

The Uni had invested in a number of advanced art studios equipping each with amazing tools ranging from paint to clay and all of the above. But the studio that I loved the most wasn’t necessarily the largest or cleanest, it was one of the few old studios still left after the huge renovation. 

It was slightly overcrowded with easels and tables but had the best view and lighting. The studio overlooked the massive oval and ancient stone water fountain and had these towering windows to let in all the natural light. Many of the other students didn’t come here, not knowing what a tressure it was. I lined up each of my canvases on easels and set them next to each other, surveying them in the natural light. They seemed to all connect together, as if telling one story. I loved them and thought they were amazing I just need to make sure Mrs. Suriel, my art professor, felt the same. She was quirky and a complete gossip – always keeping her ears open. She seemed to be all knowing and I was constantly intrigued by the sheer amount of knowledge she crammed into her brain. Mrs. Suriel was definitely my favourite person here. I had never been great at making friends so during my entire time at uni I’d been a bit of a loner, only knowing a few other students and that was only because we had completed a few group projects which had been absolute torture – I didn’t like working with others when it came to art. It just felt wrong and I had a certain way of painting that the others hadn’t really agreed with. It was frustrating. 

As I reached for my pencil to begin sketching the Illyrian form onto a scrap piece of paper just to make sure I had his form absolutely perfect before transferring it onto the canvas my phone buzzed from my back pocket. 

Have you missed me yet? The phone screen flashed, an unknown number next to it.

I started texting back before my mind could register what I was doing. 

Who is this? I shot back.

Only your most favourite person in the entire world

Well that solved the mystery – it was Rhys. I’d been lost in ridiculous fantasy’s wondering when I was either going to bump into him again or he was going to text me. It was ridiculous, I didn’t really know him, not when you thought about it. But, Cauldron, there was something about him that made my heart melt. 

How could I forget about my most favourite person in the entire world? I texted back.

I am offended you didn’t know it was me and will expect you to be on your hands and knees begging for my forgiveness

I’m sure you would love me on my hands and knees 

On the contrary I wouldn’t want you any less than my equal

My cheeks heated at the last text. Damn, he was such a flirt and the worrying thing was that I secretly loved it. 

When I didn’t reply Rhys sent me another text. 

How are you anyways?

I’m fine, why?

Just making sure that everything’s alright

Cassian told you about my breakdown, didn’t he? I knew Cassian had probably informed him on what happened on Friday. My heart broke at the idea that Rhys, who didn’t really know me either, was worried about me. I couldn’t remember the last time Tamlin had asked me if I was okay. 

Yeah and I just wanted to make sure you are okay

I’m pretty good actually. I texted back, though that felt like a lie. I didn’t feel pretty good I just felt fine – if fine was a feeling. 

That’s great to hear. What are you doing today? Rhys asked. 

I had planned on spending the day painting and waiting for Tamlin to eventually call me or rock up at the campus pissed because I left him that morning, but I had needed to get out. That house was too messy, too wrong and I didn’t know if it was because Tam had spent the night and I felt dirty about giving up on our fight, letting out bodies do all the talking. However, the idea of hanging out with Rhys today filled me with excitement and joy – an emotion I hadn’t felt regularly these past few days. 

I’m at Uni painting, though would you like to do something later? I asked, feeling bold and brave for being so direct with him.

I would love to do something with you today Feyre, how about I pick you up at noon and we can go out for a nice lunch or we could even go for a walk. Just as friends of course, I do remember that you are engaged :)

I would love to hang out with you Rhys. I texted back before turning my phone off, squealing like a little school girl. I was engaged to Tamlin and yet felt warm and giddy at the idea of seeing Rhys. 

Cauldron save me, I was in some deep shit.

. . .

I was sketching the Illyrian form onto the canvas, struggling with his face as I didn’t have a model to copy from, when Mrs. Suriel waltzed into the room, humming a merry tune.

“Oh Feyre, how are you? It’s been a few weeks,” she exclaimed. 

“Great thank you, I have my third painting half completed,” I said, excited to show her my work and yet equally nervous. I hoped she would like them.

“Oh, Feyre these are marvellous,” she said coming around the easels to view them. “How did you come up with the last one,” she asked.

“I had some inspiration from another artist,” I said, cheeks turning red. 

“Well, whoever that artist was, they must have been fantastic!”

“She was,” I whispered before turning back and continued to sketch the Illyrian form, immersing myself in the strong form.

“Who are you painting?”

“I’m painting an Illyrian, but I’m having difficulty with the face,” I disclosed. I needed a model for this painting desperately. His face had to be strong and harsh. At first interpretation he’d look terrifying, wrath incarnate; but if you looked close enough you would see the beauty of his face. The wings flared not to hurt but to carry from danger. You would see that he loved more than any other and he dreamed of a better world. 

“Well you better find someone soon; the paintings are due in just over a week.” Fuck. “Also, Feyre, a little birdie told me that you got engaged.”

“How did you find out about that?” Clear shock ran through my voice. I knew Mrs. Suriel knew everything – that’s what she was renowned for – but seriously. “I have my sources. Let me see the ring,” she demanded as I stuck out my left hand. “Tamlin’s your fiancé?” she asked. 

“Yes,” I said though I couldn’t fight my cringe at the mention of Tamlin and fiancé in the same sentence.

“Looks like you aren’t all that happy that you are to be married to him. If it’s any consolation, I never liked him. I think he’s too controlling and cocky, but that’s just me.”

“You’re telling me. He can be a real ass sometimes,” I joked, but we both knew I wasn’t joking. 

“But Feyre,” she said, the seriousness returning to her face. “If you need to talk about anything you know where to find me.”

“Thanks Mrs. Suriel,” I mumbled as she waltzed back out of the room. It was as if she had never been there in the first place.

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[nautiscarader]

Okay, so I’ve seen Crimes of Grindelwald (spoilers)

And boy, is this movie disappointing. 

Now, the first instance of Fantastic beasts was already hit-and-miss, but the plot to this movie was just freaking bizarre. And it pulled a few weird moves that even a hardcore Potterhead like myself consider out of place.

Let’s start with the positives: The movie does look amazing, and several scenes were really breath-taking, including the opening chase, and the final battle. Whether they made sense is a different thing, but they looked awesome.

I did like the ultimate reveal of Grindelwald’s plot. He wants wizards to take over muggles’ world because of a prophecy, or rather a vision of the future. Most notably, World War II. 

That scene in the Lestrange’s family vault, where Grindelwald breathed the... uh, skull fumes... which in turn showed the vision of London Blitz, concentration camps and a freaking nuclear bomb was absolutely chilling. And Jacob’s reaction to it was blood-freezing, given he was a veteran of WWI already.

so, that makes Grindelwald’s “greater good” plan actually competent and multi-dimensional. He’s evil, he wants to treat muggles as a cattle and workforce, but you can see the original skewed thinking of the young Gellert there. That, i think was executed really well.

This is something I wanted to see for a long, long time. We know from Pottermore (and first movie, I think) that wizards did participate in WWI, and I wanted to see how that will be integrated into the HP universe. We only got a glimpse of it, but it was a powerful one.

Queenie’s plot was, for the most part, very interesting. She seems on plan with subduing muggles into obedience, though of course, she draws a conclusion that it’s okay, even though she is doing it on a man who already is in love with her. But that shows how twisted her perspective is.

The beasts were kinda cool! Newt has a flat in London, which, again, is bigger on the inside than outside, and he’s still pulling off Matt Smith’s performance as The Doctor. And he keeps a freaking Kelpie in a pool in basement. Which may be a library 

Also he has a maid that is totally in love with him.

Zouwu, a.k.a. not manticore, a.k.a. big magical Chinese lion that could breathe fire and jump a hundred feet but when you jingle some bells he enters his big fluffy cat mode, was freaking amazing.  

Jude Law as Dumbledore is phenomenal. He really encapsulates all the charm, and wisdom, as well as ability to manipulate as his older incarnations.

And now onto the bad stuff.

So, here’s the thing. FB movies seems to be in-canon only with the HP movies. I think. I honestly don’t know. And the problem with that is as follow: Harry Potter movies sucked. Even the best ones had massive cuts, the plot had to be twisted or crammed. I have always wondered how does it feel to watch HP movie without reading HP book.

Well, now I know.

Every freaking second you think that this minute-long scene in the movie would be at least three pages long in the book, and all the magical shit that is pulled off would have been explained previously in tiniest details. EXCEPT THERE IS NO BOOK NOW.

And this is a genuine problem. There is a lot of magic pulled from nowhere. Like, for example, Newt and Jacob arrive in France looking for Queenie and Tina. And then Newt takes off some gold powder thing, scatters it around and ... it just shows the past?! Like, echoes of what happened, and it shows Tina walking, meeting with a black guy, etc. 

Now, we know seeing the past of *spells* is possible - Priori Incantatem can do that, but if we can just rewind the whole scene, then... why don’t Aurors do it all the time?! Where was that powder in Goblet of Fire when Ministry of Magic were investigating who conjured the Dark Mark?!

Secondly, future-seeing. In HP, it is quite heavily established that even wizards think that predicting the future is rubbish and only powerful seers can really do it. 

in CoG, we see two examples: Nicholas Flamel (admittedly, a powerful wizard) uses crystal ball to see what will happen at the graveyard, and Grindelwald himself uses... the skull-thingy. 

Okay, that needs explaining. So, Deppy-Depp here has the skull and it has some sort of pipe attached to it, and he smokes through it, and breathes out smog, and that smog shows the future.

I’d say you need to be high to invent this, but that is exactly what it looks like. 

There is a skull-bong in Harry Potter universe now.

And again, it seems to be working 100% time correctly. So yeah, ditch the seers, use this instead. Whatever it is. 

The movie shows Grindelwald and Dumbledore’s past, to an extent, and we also see some weird blood-pact-amulet thing. Again, very poorly explained. I guess it prevents them from hurting each other, hence they both use others (Dumbledore newt and Grindelwald Credence).

Also, Dumbledore is teaching Defense Against Dark Arts in Hogwarts. In the books, he was a transfiguration professor in his youth. Also, professor McGonnagal seems to be teaching in his years.

in 1927.

EIGHT YEARS BEFORE SHE WAS BORN.

OOPS.

And, honestly, she is only for a brief comedic moment. She could be substituted with a freaking Mickey Mouse, and it would have had no change on the plot whatsoever. 

Ah, well, that leads us to Credence. So, there is whole subplot about him apparently being a lost Lestrange. That coincides with the fact that both Theseus and Newt are in love with Credence’s supposed sister, Leta, so now we have two people looking for him. Oh, wait, we have a third one: a new French-African dude who is supposed to be a third Lestrange. This subplot honestly kinda goes nowhere. Turns out that the third lestrange was killed by Leta by accident, and Credence is...

Dumbledore’s brother.

yeah, this makes no fucking sense. 

I watched a review from a die-hard potter fan, and even she calls that move “like taken from worst fanfic”. And there is a reason for it.

See, when I finished watching FB1, I immediately joined the idea of Obscurus - a powerful, magical parasite that manifests in a particularly powerful wizard or witch, and can ultimately destroy them - with Ariana Dumbledore - Albus’ sister. This was a big, big, big deal in Deathly Hallows. So I was overjoyed when I learned that Dumbledore would be in the movie. Maybe the reason he takes interest in finding Credence was to see if there is a way to bring Ariana back, or whether she suffered in her death, or, hell, if he can help another child.

And, I guess it can still happen. But... where the bloody hell does that brother thing come from?! Now, it’s not confirmed, I think, and it is only told to credence by Grindelwald, but he also reveals that the bird Credence was taking care of is in fact, a phoenix, a bird that is tied to Dumbledore’s family. 

So... is he a Dumbledore? Really? How... How does that work?

And there are a lot of weirder problems in this movie. Like, at some point, Tina and Newt go to French Ministry of Magic to pull Leta’s family tree, and it is stored in the least practical fucking room with revolving pillars or something. 

Also, they go the evil mean librarian, and Tina simply says “I’m Lestrange”, and she is like “okay”.

No wand-checking?! No protective spells?! What?!

And, mind you, they are on the chase; Newt drinks polyjuice potion to look like Theseus, and it only works for maybe five minutes, as opposed to an hour, and there are posters of Newt all over French MoM. So, how the bloody hell didn’t the mean librarian notice him and raise an alarm. Or better - WHY DOESN’T SHE FUCKING STUN HIM?!

Eventually she does bring back her army of CGI multiplying cats, but that happens after Tina and Newt kinda find what they were looking for.

Edit: Oh, yeah, and one wizard can WALK THROUGH FUCKING WALLS.

Like, he has a noclip cheat turned on. WAHT.

Eh, I’m not gonna lie, this film was bad on several different levels. It had lots of good elements in it, but the bad ones do overweight them for me. And with “Cursed Child” and all of that, I really feel bummed to see one of my favourite franchises gets kinda destroyed and distorted.

I guess this is how Star Wars fan felt when the prequels came out...? Except we have three more.

[missytearex]

To Read List - Larry

Part 3 of my Larry to read list! Hopefully this is the last part (but if I know myself at all it probably won’t be).

Has the Ocean Lost Its Way by FullOnLarrie

Louis and Liam are professional surfers who have been traveling the world together for years. Now they travel with Liam’s pro-surfer girlfriend Amelia and their baby Vivian. They’re in Manly Beach, Sydney to compete in the 2017 Australia Open of Surfing when Louis meets Harry, a freelance surf photographer working for Surfer Magazine.

Louis wonders if his nomadic lifestyle will keep him single indefinitely or if there’s someone out there who’ll fit in with his little makeshift family.

burn this flame by rainbowninja167

“You’ve played keeper before?” Tomlinson asks suspiciously, hands on his waist.

“Er, yeah,” Harry coughs. “Loads of times.”

“Alright Popstar, if you’re sure,” Tomlinson tells him with a shrug, his professional expression already curling into laughter. Harry tries not to read too much into it. After all, how hard can goalkeeping really be?

When Harry gets invited to play in a celebrity charity match with Louis Tomlinson, Manchester United's star player, he's determined to impress him with brilliant football skills. The only flaw in Harry's otherwise foolproof plan? He has absolutely no football skills, brilliant or otherwise.

Strength in Softness by larrymylove

"As soon as he saw Harry’s picture, he froze. It was a picture of Harry practicing his boxing, heavy black gloves covering his fists as he punched at a bag hanging from the ceiling. His face was focused and he looked like an absolute beast. Louis reached out and touched the picture with his finger, consistently amazed by the duality of Harry. As he started at the picture, he wondered if Harry had pink nail varnish on his toes when it was taken, and what other tattoos and secrets he had buried underneath his workout gear and hard expression."

Or, the one in which Harry is a boxer/trainer, and teaches Louis that there can be, and is, strength in softness.

Galileo by 13ways

“Dangerous? Not haute?” Harry mused. “Why not haute?”

“‘Course you're haute, babe,” Louis smiled. He reached out to fix a stray curl that had dropped down onto Harry’s forehead. Harry stared at him with a dimpled smile, and Louis reared his head back to laugh. Harry craned his head back in parallel with Louis’s, watching him. He couldn't peel his eyes away. Louis Tomlinson laughing was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“You're a whole other level of charming, you know that?” Louis said. Harry leaned forward to kiss Louis. They both closed their eyes, savoring the moment. It was a kiss that should have happened ages ago.

Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren't supposed to be friends.

But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.

In This Moment by dimpled_halo

Louis is on a mission to right all the wrongs he’s made and Harry is the first on his list. He’s not looking to be in a relationship with him again–though he wouldn’t be opposed to it–but he really doesn’t want to leave this earth with Harry hating him.

Louis waits until the rush dies down, and when the last customer leaves the shop, he starts walking towards the front door. His heart beats faster, the closer he gets, the anticipation getting to be almost too much. He opens the door with shaky fingers, and when he goes inside Harry is in the middle of adding more scones to the display case.

“Welcome to Tiers of Joy, what can I get started for you?” Harry isn’t looking at him, but when his eyes make their way to Louis, he pauses. His eyes harden immediately.

***

A mix-up at the hospital causes Louis to reevaluate his life and he works on trying to fix his biggest mistake: letting Harry Styles walk out of his life two years ago.

That's How I Know by allwaswell16

Louis Tomlinson has just landed his dream job, coaching soccer at Augustus University. When he moves into a new house near campus, he meets his very fit new neighbor, English professor Harry Styles. Although their first meeting leads to an instant mutual dislike, the more Harry gets to know Louis, the more he likes what he sees.

Or the one where Harry’s African grey parrot spills his dirty secrets to his very hot neighbor.

I Still Find You Lovely by angelichl

Reason #37 - Because They Have Air-Conditioning and You Don't

The more he thinks about it, the more he can imagine himself in some bloke’s bed, sweat-free and soaking up the air-conditioning, maybe even curled up under the duvet because he's actually a little cold. The prospect of a reprieve from the heat is even more alluring than the prospect of getting laid. Which may or may not be saying a lot.

“That’s… actually not a bad idea…”

In which Harry goes to a bar in search of a bloke with an air-conditioned flat.

Use Your Words by zedi

based off this prompt: collage au where jock!harry always serenades flowercrown!louis with love songs in their music class. what nobody knows is that harry actually kinda means the words he sings.

But instead it's Louis as the jock and Harry as the flowerchild because I do what I want.

Scoring Position by juliusschmidt

Harry Styles hasn’t pitched a perfect game, but if he closes out this final inning, he’ll get the win and bring handsome soccer star Louis Tomlinson home.

[Or the one where they’re all athlete-type people (except Gucci model Zayn and overly-friendly sports journalist Niall) and long-fated lovers Harry and Louis finally get together after Liam plays in the Superbowl.]

One Taste And He Want It by lululawrence

Stan: Yeah, dude. Listen to Steve and Oli, as much as I hate to say it.

Perrie: Well I’m supportive. If you two actually got together, it would be super cute. Perrie: Jesy says she stans you and supports your marriage

Stan: Shut up, Perrie. He doesn’t need more fuel for this. Stan: For real, Louis, I don’t think it’s a good idea.

Louis: Too late. I’m captain, which means my vote counts more than yours, and my mind’s already made up. I’m gonna woo him and learn about his team and we’re gonna kick their asses.

Or the one where Harry and Louis are the captains of the two Frisbee Battles teams in the finals, and Louis has to find a way for his team to win. Seduction is, naturally, the only option.

It's halftime. Are you ready to go? by momentofclarity

Reason #12 - Because it's halftime.

Harry would like to think that he doesn’t know how he got himself into this. Only… he’d be lying. Because he knows exactly how he got himself into this. Oh man, does he know, and it’s all because of a certain Louis Tomlinson. Alternatively - football is gay and Harry is trying to cope.

Don't Bite Your Tongue by dinosaursmate

Reason # 19: celebrate major victory by favourite team or political candidate. - Louis looked down at Harry’s chest, and… shit. He was wearing a Manchester United shirt. “You were right.” Harry inhaled through his teeth. “Someone stole your seat. A horrid little Man U fan, at that.” “Are you seriously not getting up?” Louis laughed humourlessly. “You little shit.” “You didn’t call me and then you ask me for a favour? Please.” - City and United are competing for the Premiership but, for Louis and Harry, it's not just the title that hangs in the balance.

Read Between the Blurry Lines by QuickedWeen

Harry gave a shocked laugh, “Smooth, very smooth.” Louis shrugged unapologetically. “What can I say, you’re cute, and I’ve only got one stop left before you get off. I don’t exactly have time to beat around the bush.” Harry giggled again, and quickly handed his phone to Louis to get his number. Louis dialed his own number and handed the phone back to him as the train was pulling into Harry’s stop. Just before the doors opened, Harry turned around and smiled. “See you on Thursday, Louis.”

Harry and Louis meet at an event and hit it off, but Louis is hiding something important about his life.

The Balcony by maggieisalarrie (ls2k14)

Just as he’s about to fall back to sleep, a strange sound catches his attention. He quiets his breathing and focuses, trying to hear whatever it is more clearly. The same noise comes again and he starts to silently freak out because, obviously, the logical explanation is that there’s someone inside his apartment and is there to either rob him or murder him and he can’t quite say he’s okay with either of those scenarios.

There’s no indication of someone walking or shuffling or moving things around out there. His heart rate slows just a bit and then spikes again when a different sound comes from outside his balcony doors.

“What the fuck,” he whispers to himself.

My English Love Affair by isthatyoularry

The thing about sleeping with a member of a famous indie band is that the inevitability of having a song written about you is most likely a hundred percent. The second thing is that in the end, nobody's supposed to find out it's about you.

The one where Harry writes a song about his English love affair and Louis sleeps with someone in White Eskimo and all he gets is a stupid song written about him.

Can't Start A Fire Without A Spark by larrymylove

Louis Tomlinson is the pop sensation with his first new single out since taking a personal hiatus from the spotlight. Harry is a paparazzi hired to photograph him during promo. Louis hates paparazzi with a passion, but there’s just something about the pretty young pap with wide green eyes and chocolate curls that Louis can’t shake from his head.

can i be him? by amory

Louis is twenty years old and has been waiting for his soulmate and true love to come along since the day he was born. Harry is an eighteen year old youtuber who is skeptical of soulmates and the pressure of being the person someone else has been dreaming of their entire lives.

They meet at Playlist Live

Boy, you got me blinded by jbm_94_bcn

If Louis wasn’t completely sure that they were on May 22nd, he would’ve bet this was an April’s Fool joke. He couldn’t believe all these important people were seriously proposing he should appear on the cover of fucking Vogue magazine. He wasn’t alone, it seemed like Lottie was about to faint right next to him. He stared at each and every face in front of him, and they weren’t smiling, so this had to be a serious proposal. Actually, there was one face smiling - Harry’s. The fucker was smirking. Louis didn’t like him anymore.

Or the one where Louis finds himself modeling for Vogue Magazine next to hot top model Harry Styles and faking a relationship with him for the public, finding along the way more than a new way of life

Keep Yourself Warm by navigator

AU. Harry sleeps around.

as long as skies are blue by theboyfriendstagram

Summer Camp!AU. Louis has been a football instructor at Lake District Camp for three years when twenty-year old Harry Styles - the latest addition to the counseling team - stumbles not so gracefully into his life. It’s not that Harry is everything Louis can’t stand-except. He is. But that doesn’t stop him from walking in on the naked boy too many times for it to be a coincidence.

Never Be by cherrystreet

Monica: You've got to see her again. Ross: And why do you care so much? Monica: Because! You could get to live out my fantasy! Ross: You had fantasies about Emily? Monica: No! Y’know, the fantasy! Meet someone from a strange land, fall madly in love, and spend the rest of your lives together.

The one where Harry Styles moves to Connecticut from England for nine months as a part of a study abroad program, and he just so happens to move in with Louis Tomlinson and family.

Escapade by dolce_piccante

In the grand scheme of things, finding a date for a wedding should be no problem for Louis Tomlinson. He's rich. He's handsome. He's reasonably well behaved. But when the wedding is for his lifelong best friend (and former boyfriend), and is happening in under a month, finding a date for the ceremony and accompanying festivities becomes more of an adventure than he ever could have planned for.

As You Are by zarah5

AU. Five years after The X Factor launched his career as a radio host and songwriter, Louis Tomlinson returns as a judge. Falling for a contestant is the last thing he needs. It's also against his contract.

The only reason Harry auditions for The X Factor is because his best mate signed the two of them up as some kind of joke. Harry doesn't get the big deal—not until he's faced with this season's judges and realises that one of them used to be his desperate, impossible teenage crush.

You'll Breathe Me In (You Won't Release) by LoadedGunn

His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday.

Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently "not another surly teacher" meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin's trying to get Harry killed at seventeen.

Or, the AU where Louis is a 25-year-old driving instructor and Harry is a 17-year-old virgin who's really awful at seduction, except for the time he gets Louis to fall for him and fuck him senseless and take him on kinky adventures.

Up To No Good by whoknows

Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.

It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.

Sometimes Harry hates his life.

like a bastard on the burning sea by vashtaneradas

au; harry breaks louis, louis breaks everything.

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

-

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Too Much To Bare by soloistharold

"From where Harry was sitting, Louis’ face looked more angular, more mature. He found himself studying Louis’ features, from the way his hair fell against his forehead, to the prominence of his cheekbones, to the dip of his cupid’s bow, and finally, to the subtle curve of his small lips.

He stared and stared and stared, noticing how his eyes crinkled every time he laughed at one of Chandler’s stupid jokes, watching the way his mouth moved when he smiled, feeling a slight yearning in his chest for more contact. He wanted to reach forward, maybe tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear, press his lips against the warmth of Louis’ cheek… perhaps let them wander to the right a bit and capture Louis’ lips in a kiss.

He wondered what Louis would do if Harry kissed him. Would he get mad and push him away? Or would he welcome it? Maybe bring a hand up to cup Harry’s cheek and use the other to stroke his hair.”

OR

Harry has been in love with Louis for as long as he can remember despite his many efforts to move on, until finally, in a last ditch attempt to put it all behind him, Harry pushes away everyone he loves.

Bathroom Tricks by luminescence2

louis tomlinson doesn't do relationships. but he does do harry styles.

A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall by rosegoldhl (Rosegoldhl)

Like an automatic machine, Harry opened his marker and stood in front of the customer waiting to write the name and order. “Hi, welcome to the 78 Café, what would you like to order?”

“Free tea?”

Harry’s eyes snapped to the customer, the voice spreading warmth in his chest. He smiled at the blue-eyed man, who looked cozy in an oversized hoodie, sleepy eyes and tangled hair.

Louis is a homeless man and Harry is an uninspired writer, who gives him a home.

A Rock For Your Thoughts by caverlywrites

Harry is ready to start his new job as a full-time nanny. Everything that could go wrong, does.

something in the way you move makes me feel like i can’t live without you by justaboat

au. harry and louis are figure skating partners in the sochi 2014 winter olympics.

Lust for Life by larryent

AU. After Louis moves into a new flat, his fit next door neighbour who happens to be a baker brings him cupcakes to welcome him into the building.

Your Silhouette Over Me (orphan_account)

“Alright don’t forget the mission, get Louis laid,” Louis shouted over the music.

“Don’t know who Louis is, but I support it.”

Louis turned towards the contributing voice and saw the bartender leaning in front of him, his elbows resting against the lip of the bar. He had brown hair that fell in loose curls just above his collar bones which were perfectly on show due to the fact that his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his abdomen. The shirt’s sleeves were cuffed up along his inked bicep and the pattern was something that Louis would expect a dad on vacation to wear, not a young bartender.

“He’s Louis,” Zayn said, jutting his thumb in Louis’ direction.

The bartender nodded approvingly, “then I definitely support it.”

~~~~~~

Or the one where Louis went out one night after work, wanting to get laid, and then ended up meeting a bartender named Harry Styles.

The Summertime, The Butterflies, All Belong To Your Creation by PumpkinspiceLou (CatyDreamDwyer)

When Louis decides to help out a lost little girl at the park, he never expected it would lead him to finding his home.

heroes of the orange skies by queenmcgonagall

Louis likes bathroom walls and Sharpies, Harry likes metal, Zayn likes Liam and Liam likes Zayn, Niall is wise, and they all go to the zoo.

Stargazer Louis by thecheshirepussycat

Louis has been deaf ever since a he was a little kid. Some of his only comforts now are the colors and fragrances of flowers. Harry could care less about flowers and prefers the beautiful melodies of his music. How could two people so different find love and maybe something else they didn't know they were missing in each other?

All The King's Men by sacredheart (orphan_account)

Louis is an arrogant, self assured prince who falls in love with a charming thief named Harry during his youth. However, years later, a revolution is sparked amongst the frustrated commoners... and Louis's former teenage romance is leading it.

another hazy may by deLILAh

louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

hush. by Wankerville

“I don't like you like that, Harry.”

“See,” Harry starts, Louis can hear the smile in his voice, “that's where I think you're lying.”

or an au where small towns suck, louis is losing it, and harry’s just too perfect.

As Cold as a Whisper by panda_bear21

Harry did not turn around to face Louis yet and Louis’ body screamed at him to take the opportunity and run. Run until he couldn’t anymore, until his lungs collapsed out of breath and he was either safe and away or caught back in Harry’s gaze. Harry turned then, and his eyes were darker than the heavens and just as green as the haunting woods surrounding them, entrapping Louis. Focused, and clear. Louis' heart rattled in his ribcage, shaking, wanting to escape his unmoving body. Harry walked closer and Louis’ eyes stayed on him, breath leaving in a sharp exhale when Harry bent down to touch his face.

A fairy tale au where people in Louis' village are disappearing and Louis is married off to uphold a centuries long agreement.

Love's Truest Language by summerwine

The first part was meant as a joke. He didn't really expect Harry to buy anything. It was just Louis’ way of softening the ‘get the fuck out’ blow.

“Where's your order forms, then?”

“I don't want your flowers.” Louis chided before directing all of his attention to the arrangement in front of him.

Harry laughed under his breath as he stood to his full height, “Who said anything about them being for you, love?”

No One Does It Better by nodibs

Harry's an alcoholic and Louis is a bartender. The first time they meet isn't the first time they've met.

finding you was so hard (but loving you is easy) by togetherwecouldbealright

An incredibly shameless vampire!AU filled with stupid jokes, endless dates, flappy bird, a bro man dude pal sleepover thing and there also might be some sex in strange places.

Also known as the one where everyone is a vampire, Louis is oblivious and somewhere along the way it becomes a bit too much like Twilight.

Then a string of thoughts make themselves clear in Louis’ head. First, Harry is a vampire. Second, Louis is a dumbass. Third, Louis is also unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him. Fourth, he’s pretty sure he just quoted the back of the Twilight book.

Only You by mystic_believexx

A strict school, a forbidden love and a burning hatred that turns to passion so hot Louis' in very real danger of getting burnt…

After pulling one prank too many on their high school's Principal, Louis and Liam get transferred to Stanford Institution, a boarding school with a reputation for handling rebellious teens. Louis' determined to buckle down and follow the rules so he can come back home as soon as possible but unfortunately for him, his roommate-one Harry Styles- has other plans.

Sometimes things have a funny way of working out...

Off The Record by Tomlinsontoes

Louis is an out of control teen heartthrob, Harry is hired to get him back on track and they both hate each other while they secretly don't.

“I'm not your personal assistant you know,” Harry says once he gets there and Louis lets him in and he shoves the bag into his hands. “I'm your publicist.”

“I know that,” Louis smiles a devilish grin patting Harry in the middle of his chest as he takes the bag, “but look at you personally assisting me,” he says looking in the bag and pulling out the Cheetos. I also know that my PA turns his phone on silent at night, and clearly, you don't. Waiting for a booty call or something?” Louis says turning on his heels and scurrying over to his sofa and plopping down. Harry swears he sees a puff of orange dust soar into the air when Louis opens the bag. He's amazed that couch is as clean as it looks.

Soft Hands, Fast Feet, Can't Lose by dolce_piccante

American Uni AU. Harry Styles is a frat boy football star from the wealthy Styles Family athletic dynasty. A celebrity among football fans, he knows how to play, he knows how to party, and he knows how to fuck (all of which is well known among his legion of admirers).

Louis Tomlinson is a student and an athlete, but his similarities to Harry end there. Intelligent, focused, independent, and completely uninterested in Harry’s charms, Louis is an anomaly in a world ruled by football.

A bet about the pair, who might be more similar than they originally thought, brings them together. Shakespeare, ballet, Disney, football, library chats, running, accidental spooning, Daredevil and Domino’s Pizza all blend into one big friendship Frappucino, but who will win in the end?

Baby Heaven's in your Eyes by theboyfriendstagram

They couldn’t be more different if they tried. Louis Tomlinson is 17 years old and in his last year of the most prestigious private school in Doncaster. Everyone who attends his school knows him thanks to his incredibly rich family, sassy attitude and gorgeous girlfriend, Eleanor Calder. If there’s one thing that completely annoys him, it’s that there is a poor community college right across the street.

Harry Styles is 19 years old, and (once again) in his last year of college. He goes to community college in Doncaster. He never shows up to classes and if he actually bothers to, he’s either high or drunk; sometimes both. His skin is littered with tattoos and if there’s one thing he absolutely hates, it’s the snobby students attending the private school right across from his.

Or a sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

Trailer here

Mute by TroubledPro

How is love supposed to speak, when one can’t even choke out the words? Louis’ life was a joke through his witty words. Harry’s life was a joke through his lack of words. Louis was classed as a normal child; mentally and physically. Harry was classed as an abnormal child; mentally and physically. Louis could speak. Harry could not. Harry had progressive mutism. Louis did not.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

Don't hum Bolero.

Flour and Chocolate by teaandtumblr

It was nice, for a bakery he supposed.

Then he approached the display cabinet.

And the foreboding slammed into him. Because every product had letters next to it. Letters. GF, DF, V, O, VGN.

What. The. Fuck?

Lifting his eyes to the chalkboard menu spread across the back wall Louis felt physically ill. ‘Gluten-free’, ‘organic’, ‘vegan’, ‘paleo’, ‘dair-…’ Wait, what the fuck was a paleo? He had entered some hipster-trash establishment and it was more than time to get out.

OR

Louis is a single dad and Harry works at the newly opened bakery down the street.

the wonderlands by stylinsoncity

"Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands."

Harry's daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis' girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

Take My Breath Away by RealityBetterThanFiction

There is a prestigious school in the British Royal Navy classified as Premier Delta - or as it is known by its flyers, 1D. These select pilots are an elite set of Naval lieutenants who are trained in the skill of aggressive aerial combat. They are instruments of war, trained in times of peace. They are dogfighters, relentless and fearless in their mission to protect their beloved country. From their lofty vantage, they are always watching, waiting, and ready to lay it all on the line.

Lt. Harry Styles, call sign Sparrow, is a prodigy when it comes to flying. The owner of an unrivaled Naval pedigree, being a pilot was always written in the stars for Harry. With his trusty RIO, Lt. Niall Horan, Harry has made an unprecedented ascension in the ranks of the Naval aerial combat elite, and has been recruited to the esteemed Premier Delta flight school, carrying on his family’s legacy. What he finds there are unexpected friendships, perilous challenges, and something beyond what he ever thought possible. Because as his father had always told him, before the great Captain Styles went tragically missing in combat, you don’t fall in love with the sky, you fall in love with what keeps you on the ground.

Shake Me Down by AGreatPerhaps12

Harry's new to college, fresh out of Catholic school and conversion therapy camp, and Louis runs the campus LGBTQIA organization.

Young & Beautiful by Velvetoscar

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn't stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

Time Bomb by ThisSentimentalHeart

“Why exactly are you here?” Louis asked, feigning annoyance and failing pathetically at it. “My publicist told me I can't go anywhere near you.” Harry said, eyes still smudged with last night's eye liner. “That makes you my favorite person in the world.”

Or the one where Louis has everything: a lead role in a giant Hollywood franchise, a glittering new house with an entertaining Irish neighbor, and a steady, normal boyfriend who he probably loves. Louis never expected to become a household name among young Hollywood overnight. He also never expected to find something endearing about the enigmatic rockstar who keeps showing up on his back porch.

Hide your Face (So the World Will Never Find You) by neozeka

Louis is a master thief, and one of the most wanted criminals in the kingdom. When he hears that Prince Harry is holding a public masquerade ball to find a potential queen, Louis can’t pass up the opportunity to go after the crown jewels.

Or the one in which Harry is a prince, Louis is definitely not Cinderella, there is still a ball, and the magic doesn’t end at midnight.

in the middle of the night by hazkaban

louis takes a stray dog in for the night and ends up with more than he bargained for.

We Never Said Our Love Was Evergreen by PumpkinspiceLou (CatyDreamDwyer)

Harry takes his position at the top of the grand staircase, eyes washing over the crowd. It’s a sea of formality, ornate fish following the waves the music dictates, the current of Victorian tradition. Harry begins to wonder if perhaps that is his problem. Being stuck in an endless circle is why what he yearns for most in this world is still so cruelly out of his reach. Before the thought can grow and wreak havoc though, something catches Harry’s eye in the middle of the ballroom.

OR A Victorian Masquerade Ball AU where Harry is basically the Phantom of the Opera

This Must Be My Dream by nothing_but

When he got closer, Harry could see that the person on the side of the road was a young man who was holding a piece of cardboard. London was scribbled onto it in big letters so passing drivers leaving the motorway station could easily read it.

OR Louis is hitchhiking and Harry takes him in. And well, who knew that there would be so many things to be discovered apart from towns and roads and motels?

Rhonda by aclosetlarryshipper

“Would it be weird of me to say I’m almost, like… nervous?”

Louis shakes his head, giggling as their noses press together in an Eskimo kiss. “Would it be weird of me to say I’m glad? Because I am too. A little.”

Louis can feel Harry exhale. “If you’re nervous, it means you really like the person, right? That’s what I’ve heard.”

“That sounds right,” Louis says, and then he leans in.

or

The High School AU that was inspired by Home.

Green Eyes, Empty Canvas by SexyAsswoMan

His eyes were a weird shade of green. A shade that reminded you of a forest. a forest washed up in rain, glistening in the golden sun. Bright yet soft at the same time. And Louis wanted to get lost in them. Wanted to take it all out and splatter it on a canvas. Wanted to know every stroke of the man that stood in front of him. Too bad he was shit at forming words.

or where,

Louis Tomlinson liked to paint and suddenly, all he could ever paint was Harry Styles.

Amid the Falling Snow by noellehenry

Harry is going to spend Christmas with his sister Gemma while their parents enjoy a vacation on Aruba. However, she has a few surprises for him.

Harry can deal with the Irish boyfriend and a birthday party; it's the birthday boy he's not prepared for. The boy he once had a massive crush on, the boy who had hurt him, the boy he wanted to forget.

Why is he still attracted to him?

Featuring lots of snow, books and a cosy cottage in an idyllic village

A Whole New World by backonefish

He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head, imagining the notes he heard earlier are from a residual dream. He opens his eyes, and, nope. The music is still there. Notes of a song he could never forget clear as the confusion in his head. That is to say, they’re really not very clear. The more he strains to comprehend what the fuck is actually going on, the more he understands. Understands that what he’s hearing is piano keys, not a record of a song. Understands that whoever is playing the piano is really not very good at it, hesitance heard before each press of the key. Understands that his fucking neighbour is waking him up at – he fumbles with his phone on his bedside - 7:30 in the morning by playing Aladdin songs on a piano. Badly.

Or- Louis has moved into his new apartment to start his new job as a teacher. Things would be great. If only his arsehole neighbour didn't wake him up every morning by playing piano. Shenanigans ensue. Like a very inadvisable kissing bet.

Ride 'Em Cowboy by larry_love13

A Harry Stripper AU.

i just know i have found the place my heart belongs by scagnetism

“Gracie loves faeries, don’t you, little love?” Louis asks, cutting through Harry’s thoughts, and she spares a glance over her shoulder at her father, nodding quickly before looking back at the house and touching it with gentle fingers.

Harry looks up at him, and they share a small smile, Louis making him feel warm, warm, warm. “This is her house, and it’s my favorite thing in my shop,” Harry explains, and Louis crouches slightly so he can see it better.

“’S beautiful,” he murmurs, and Harry smiles appreciatively at him.

Harry looks at Gracie again, blonde hair falling into her face as she inspects the glittery house, and he instinctively tucks her hair back behind her ear. “I’ve never seen the faerie,” he says to her softly, “but sometimes, when it’s very quiet, I can feel her.” He closes his eyes, taking in a breath, just sitting like that for a few seconds for the effect. “That’s how I know she’s watching over me.”

Or, the one where Louis has a quiet little girl, Harry has a toy shop with a magic faerie house, and they were made to fall in love.

Just Tell Me the Song and I'll Sing It by myownspark

Louis is an architecture student who can only think about the future. Harry is a baseball player who can only think about right now. Both are lonely for different reasons. Boybands bring them together.

Or, this may just be a long love letter to Louis’ voice, I’m not sure.

Based on the following prompt: Harry and Louis are university students who go to the same bar on the weekends. The bar has karaoke and Louis likes to sing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs sometimes. Harry thinks he's cute so he starts singing Disney/Musical/Boyband songs and flirting with him while he's on stage.

The Fox You've Been Waiting For by FeelsForBreakfast

Louis isn't in love with Harry, but it’s something like that. A story where Louis is a contradiction and Harry thinks he’s the greatest.

"He wants to be loved and he wants to be the best but he wants it whispered to him, so quietly he almost can’t hear it, on Harry’s lips that sting like nettles. Harry’s golden in the sun and ivory in the moonlight and Louis wants to be in his orbit. He wants them to be kings."

Even Angels Have Their Demons by AFangirlFantasy

Louis is appointed the role of Guardian Angel, and his first mission is a boy named Zayn Malik. Unfortunately, it seems that a certain Demon has gotten to him first.

Or... an Angel/Demon AU where Angel Louis hates Demon Harry, but somewhere along the way that stops being so true.

Little Technicolor Things by tekhnicolor

Louis is a poor writer and recent university graduate, depressed, anxious, and living in London when he meets Harry, an artist with a secret who likes to paint sunrises and pretty boys from California.

more than just a dream by spit_on_me_larry

Louis Tomlinson loves his life, he really does. It's just that he's constantly on the verge of everything completely going to shit. He's disorganized and clumsy and hotheaded and just a little bit ridiculous.

And then he meets Harry Styles. Harry is the type of person Louis hates. It seems like everything comes easily to him. He's rich and brilliant and everyone loves him and he has his life impossibly and perfectly together.

Louis detests Harry Styles. Except for the inconvenient fact that he can't seem to get Harry out of his head.

Send My Love by FallingLikeThis, Rearviewdreamer

Louis Tomlinson is fed up with dating losers. Harry Styles is tired of leaving his love life up to fate. Maybe one last try is just what they need to get it right.

Or, when online dating actually works.

Given a Chance by Fabby

Five years after One Direction took their last tour, the last thing Louis Tomlinson ever expected to happen while on a tea run at the local Piggly Wiggly was to run into his ex-boyfriend and ex-bandmate Harry Styles.

The odds of them ever running into each other again had to be super slim, right?

Wrong.

What happens when you mix ex-boyfriends with a large serving of Small Town America? Will Louis and Harry be able to set aside their differences, or will Louis be able to stay breezy as fuck in the wake of Harry’s arrival?

(or, the one where Louis and Harry run into each other five years after One Direction ends and learn how to love each other again. Featuring: Reggie as the overweight labrador, Niall as Louis’ last grip on reality, and Nowheresville, North Carolina as the setting for Louis’ worst nightmare to come true.)

The Brightest Lights by Rearviewdreamer

After watching yet another actor walk away with his Oscar, Louis is on the lookout for the role of a lifetime that might finally get him the one thing he has always wanted. He didn't think coming out of his self-proclaimed break to do another film would be all that difficult, but that was before he met his new co-star.

If Tomorrow Never Comes (We Had Last Night) by FallingLikeThis, Rearviewdreamer

Louis accepts the call without bothering to look at the caller ID. Only Zayn would be a big enough asshole to call him at two in the morning. This fucking better be important. “This fucking better be important,” Louis greets.

On the other end of the line comes a soft giggle. “Li, you don’t usually curse. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like it.”

Yeah, that’s not Zayn. Louis sighs, his anger melting into resignation when he realizes that it’s some poor bastard probably drunk dialing his ex or something. “Sorry, mate. Think you’ve got the wrong number.”

Based on this Tumblr prompt: "Accidentally called your number while drunk asking for a ride and you actually came au"

Monday Meetings by kikikryslee

American AU where the boys all work for their college newspaper. Louis gets to voice his opinion in every issue, Liam is in charge, keeping everyone in line, Niall just really loves soccer, Zayn is an aspiring photographer and Harry is the incoming photo editor.

(Or, the one where Louis wants to date Harry, but won't, because they work together, even though the other boys follow no such rule.)

--- Louis turned and looked Harry in the eye. "I told Niall that even though he wanted to date Josh, his co-worker, it just wasn't going to work out. And that was OK, because there's plenty of other people out there for him." Please take the hint. Please. It looked like Harry did, because he simply nodded before breaking the gaze.

For the Sake of Propriety by panda_bear21

Louis Tomlinson is the caretaker of an estate that is not truly his, and when his Uncle calls upon him to take it back, Louis knows he will soon be out on the streets with four overly zealous sisters to care for. His only solution: wed the eldest two off and pray for the best. When an even better solution unexpectedly presents itself in the form of the charming Mr. Styles, Louis is faced with a difficult choice. But as with all things in the regency era, reputation very well may threaten to outweigh the fleeting matters of his heart.

once upon a dream by thedeathchamber

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

aka. the Medium/Criminal Minds-inspired AU no one ever asked for.

Forever Home by thedeathchamber

Louis heard humming, soft and melodious, and the scribble of a pen on paper, before he blinked into awareness, his vision focusing gradually to make out the person standing at the foot of his bed. It was a young male nurse, dressed in light blue scrubs. The morning autumn sunlight streaming in through the window lit up the hair that escaped from his bun like a halo. “Hi,” Louis croaked. The nurse’s head whipped up from his notes. “Oh, you’re awake—” When he looked at Louis his voice broke off and his face went slack. “You’re awake,” he repeated.

Hate Me To The Moon by harrystylesandstuff

The last thing Harry wanted was to spend his entire summer stuck with his dad's new fiancée and her kids. He wants no more when he learns she's a very religious dictator, raising a sixteen year old nun and a clean cut potential priest ass kisser.

Everything takes a slightly different turn, however, when Harry finds out his future step-brother is actually the rude stranger he caught sucking off a guy in a pub, far from the reserved Christian his mom thinks he is...

AU where Harry is a sexy nerd, Louis is a great actor, and they both pretend to hate each other's guts to convince themselves they're not feeling things future step-brothers shouldn't feel...

Purer Than The Water (like we were) by FeelsForBreakfast

Louis is a merman and Harry is a boy. The lake is a good place to fall in love.

"Louis wants the boy to wade deeper, deep enough that Louis can go under and wrap his fingers around his ankles for just a moment. Pull him under. Just touch skin, for a second."

every time i run, i keep on falling on you by hazmesentir

Shameless fluffy Christmas fic.

AU. After being best friends for 8 years, Harry moves to LA. It takes the keen observations of all of Louis' friends to realise the one thing he really wants for Christmas is Harry.

Today and Every Day by LittleLostPieces

Five times Harry proposed, and one time Louis definitively said yes.

you and me were kings by ithacas

harry plays football in a small town in west texas. louis might be the only person that doesn’t give a damn. au.

Reeling Through The Fall by zarah5

AU. They hate each other. Except for when they don’t.

This Shifting Ground by zarah5

University AU. In which Louis, law student, is the cheeky waiter to Harry’s dates. This is how it starts.

These Roads We Stumble Down by onewasturning

He’s completely drenched, not one millimetre of him not covered in rain, and the old sheepskin cover over the seat is probably going to stink afterwards from the damp. But even with what seems to be a constant tremor shaking his body, brown hair plastered to his forehead, and a blue tinge to his skin, he’s still probably the most gorgeous person that Harry has ever seen.

Or, Harry picks up a hitchhiker in Oxford, and it's a long ride to Glasgow.

Red Brick Heart by hazmesentir

Harry has only had his room for thirty-two minutes when it stops being his.

Uni AU. Harry had turned up at the halls of residence expecting fun, new friends, and maybe a life experience or two. What he doesn't expect is a surprise roommate who's loud and dramatic and obsessed with tea and is maybe, actually, all he's ever wanted.

we're falling skyward by brownheadedstranger

AU. Louis fires people for a living and meets up with Harry in big cities.

(Take You Back Where You Belong) This Could be Our Favorite Song (orphan_account)

When recently divorced, thirty-five year-old, overworked tax accountant Louis Tomlinson gets sent on a two-week vacation to Aruba by his best friend, he automatically assumes it's going to be two weeks of panicking about all of the work he's missing and staying holed up in his room. But then, right on his first night in Aruba, he meets Harry Styles, the cheeky, crass, and charming waiter and up-and-coming musician. Who happens to only be eighteen years old.

Nonetheless, a whirlwind romance kicks up between Louis and Harry, and Louis finds himself falling for the boy in a way he hadn't thought he could fall again after his divorce. But as Louis' two weeks in Aruba come to a close and Harry finds himself standing on the cusp of the fame he's always craved, Louis has to make the decision of whether or not he's going to stay with Harry, or leave him behind in Aruba, and it turns out to be the toughest decision Louis ever has to make.

Counting The Steps Between Us by zarah5

AU. So, yeah. That year abroad helped Harry establish that he is in love with his best friend. Now, if Louis would stop treating him like a little brother, that would be awesome. (Additional ingredients: a collapsing tree house, a lot of pining, the other three boys as Louis' new best mates from university, and a camping trip. Serve hot.)

love me in between the future and the past by navigator, quitter

Set during the 2013 VMAs.

Harry's scared of history repeating itself.

Now I Got You In My Space (I Won't Let Go of You) by three_miles

Louis and Harry used to fool around, until they just... stopped. Until today, when Louis gets a signal from Harry that he hasn't seen in a long time.

Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante

AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more.

oh your touch, so bittersweet by soleilouis

louis meets harry in a tattoo shop.

twisting the kaleidoscope behind both of my eyes by hazandboo_write

harry's cute and curly and blind, louis's not, they meet at a wedding, and then out for yogurt.

We Will Find Our Way by supernope

Harry smiles at Louis, quick and easy, and says, “Well, since we’re in the same boat, we’ll just make our own Christmas. What do you say?” Louis tamps down on a bloom of warmth in his belly. He barely knows Harry past seeing him walk down the hall in just his skivvies - not that he’s complaining - but he’s being so lovely, smiling at him so hopefully, and, well. Louis doesn’t much fancy the idea of spending Christmas completely alone. Nodding, he reaches out and pokes Harry’s dimple, watches it flirt to life underneath his fingertip. “I say yes.”

AKA, Harry and Louis are uni students studying abroad in New York, stuck in the dorms together over Christmas.

Spin Me Like A Record by zarah5

Uni AU. Sometimes, Louis poses as Harry’s boyfriend. It doesn’t mean anything. Really.

Speaking of Marvels by navigator, quitter

AU. Louis is a nanny in suburban New Jersey, and the neighbors' son is home from college for the summer. It was supposed to be a fling.

we are the greatest pretenders by chillpills

“You do matter,” he says, roughly. “You matter so much, and you’re not just a computer, because you’re Hazza, and you’re mine, and it doesn’t matter what they say because I think you’re the best person I’ve ever known and I’d be honored to serve with you and - ” Harry tosses the memory drive aside and then throws his arms around Louis and drags him down on top of him, burying his face in Louis’ neck. Louis can feel Harry’s forehead against his false pulse, and hear the quiet sobbing noises he’s making under his ear.

or: Louis and Harry are androids, Nick developed them with independent emotions, and they get much more than they bargained for with them.

Thought The Song Was Sung by 100percentsassy

Louis never auditioned for the X-Factor. Years later, Harry's just another gay ex-boybander who lives alone with his cat... until Niall decides to take matters into his own hands and set up a profile for Harry on a dating website.

harder to hide than i thought by dangerbears

ridiculous self-indulgent high school au. louis's best friend's little brother suddenly got very attractive.

Waited My Whole Life for This One Night by LittleLostPieces

It's been said that patience is a virtue. Harry is sure that the person who came up with that cliche never spent eighteen hours waiting for the birth of their first child.

Exhale the Dust by flutterbutt

Louis is a disgraced former pop star who needs help writing a single. (a Music and Lyrics AU)

A week later, the note from Breakfast Harry is still buried in Louis' kitchen drawer under forks and spoons and spatulas, all but forgotten. Louis is in bed (because it is only 11 o'clock, after all) when he gets another call from Herb. It's probably about opening for fucking Blue again. He'll probably say yes this time. He hates turning Herb down, especially since he knows that Herb most likely begged Blue's people to consider Louis in the first place.

we are honey and the bee by soleilouis

It isn’t his fault though, it is entirely the fault of whichever gods thought it would be a good idea to taunt Louis by dangling a curly haired boy in front of him with a mouth that can’t possibly be as soft as it looks, a mouth that requires further inspection with Louis’ own mouth. Unfortunately, Louis absolutely cannot do that, because it would go against all rules and guidelines in the Golden Handbook of Nanny and Employee Etiquette that he’s pretty sure exists.

au where harry plays rugby at uni, louis needs to hire a nanny, and life is one big cliche.

we were just like glue by togetherwecouldbealright

Louis works in a library where his own books sit on the shelves. Also, there may or may not be a Harry Styles involved and he may or may not be Louis' muse. Not that Louis is admitting to anything.

me and you and you and me (orphan_account)

On the occasion of Harry's 20th birthday, aka pretty much total FWP (fluff without plot).

It's All Brand New Because of You by supernope

It’s nearing six o’clock in the evening, and despite the fact that it’s summer, the aquarium has emptied out considerably and it’s quiet as Louis wanders the exhibits. A few people try to ask him questions as he wanders, but Louis knows less about the creatures in the tanks than they do, so he keeps having to apologize and explain that he’s just a counselor, not a biologist.

AKA, Louis starts a new job as a summer camp counselor at the local aquarium and Harry is a biologist who really likes teaching people about the ocean.

hold a hand for cover by vashtaneradas

they’ve still got all the money in the world, all the big nights and bigger houses, all the people at their doors with singles and album deals and promises of more, they still have all of that, and they will forever. the only thing they’ve burnt through is each other.

or, two years after the band, harry and louis bump into each other for the first time.

Under The Same Sun by FeelsForBreakfast

Louis and Harry live 400 miles away from each other. Sometimes it’s hard. (internet boyfriends, indie bands, and happy endings)

“I already miss you. I miss you all the damn time.” Louis says, because it’s late enough for honesty.

not fortune's fool by eleadore

The one where Louis goes to sleep in his X-Factor bunk and wakes up years in the future to discover things have... changed.

if you're for real and not pretend by brownheadedstranger

In which Harry works in a bakery and Louis can't seem to find what he's looking for.

Celebrity Discount by LoadedGunn

Louis fell for Prince Harry when he was ten and Harry was eight and peeked behind the Queen’s elegant gown for his first public appearance—a shy smile and a mess of curls. He fell for him when he caught Lottie putting up a magazine cover of Harry on her wall and all she had to say for herself was, “He’s such a good person, yeah?” and, yeah. He fell for him when Harry gracefully accepted his demotion. He fell for him when Harry came out and stayed out.

Truly, Madly, Deeply (10 Things I Hate About You) by sunsetmog

The first Louis had heard of Harry auditioning for X Factor was the night he'd turned up on Louis' doorstep the day before leaving for Boot Camp, with a DVD and an illicit bottle of vodka.

Thing was, Louis hated secrets, and he really hated being made a fool of, and he really, really hated Harry Styles.

or: the one in which they're all in sixth form together, and Harry auditions for X Factor without them.

Let the Words Fall Out by pertunes

It’s not a thing, he decides. It’s not going to be a thing, because his ears have been ringing for months and so what if some days he feels like he’s straining to hear what even Niall’s jabbering on about.

hold onto your stars by vashtaneradas

au; harry's in the army, louis' back home, and ninety days is a lifetime.

sugar never tasted so good by vashtaneradas

louis sells rock candy and harry sells flowers and london is cold; aka a dumb valentine’s au.

Always There by tothemoonmydear

Louis Tomlinson, of One Direction, has been almost completely blind since birth, the exception being he can see blotches of shadows and shapes; just enough to keep himself standing upright. He’s supposed to be doing an interview about being blind in a world wide famous boyband, instead his answers once again drift off to Harry Styles..

based off of this meme: http://icantlouis.tumblr.com/post/43865524622/au-meme-louis-tomlinson-of-one-direction-has

place your hands on my face, close my eyes by empress

Louis met Harry on the fifteenth of August. He would never forget that day.

Or, Louis is the star footballer of Manchester United, and Harry a member of the rising pop sensation, One Direction. They shouldn't work, but they do, anyway (based on this AU post on tumblr).

Keep Me In Your Pocket by ologist

Louis has been living in a teapot since he was miniaturised by a witch, but Harry is determined to break the curse.

To Build A Home (orphan_account)

A story about a broken boy and the boy who falls in love with him.

Call Me Baby by mediwitch3

Louis moves to Holmes-Chapel after his parents die in a car crash. He has custody of his five sisters, and it is through the youngest he meets Harry Styles, a preschool teacher. Life just got a lot more complicated for Louis.

All the Corners of the World by robpatFF

Written in response to these tags on Tumblr though I'd recommend not reading those first unless you want to be spoiled. Alternatively, university!AU in which Harry runs away to New York City with only his camera and a playlist and Louis doesn't have a good side.

just a memory (and all that we could've been) by trustingno1

"I think - there's something wrong. With Harry's memory," Louis says, and someone mutes the TV.

(or: Harry wakes up in a reality in which he and Louis are very much together. Which is pretty awesome. Or - it would be. If Harry could remember any of it).

once like a spark by flimsy

Louis is a bartender, and Harry is just his type.

"Can I get you anything else?" Louis asks and shimmies his hips along to the beat of the music. Zayn is giving him a look from the other end of the bar, frowning slightly at the line of people waiting to get a drink. Louis rolls his eyes and shrugs and turns his attention back to the boy, who ruffles his fringe and gives Louis a little lopsided grin.

Smaller Than Me by checkthemargins

Harry's just finished his first year of uni on his way to becoming Dr. Harry Styles, Neurosurgeon. He's young, he has endless potential, three amazing best mates, a new love and the world at his fingertips. The fact that his new boyfriend may or may not be a sex-worker, of course, throws a wrench into the works. But it's not true. Really.

Probably.

It most definitely might not be entirely true. And that's all Harry needs to know.

If You Build Yourself a Myth by pukeandcry

Harry is six the first time he makes something change. (magical realism AU)

How Would You Feel (If I Told You I Loved You) by Only_angel_28

An AU inspired by the music video for Ed Sheeran's song Perfect featuring two idiots who are too thick to see that their friendship is anything but platonic, lots of pining, too many terms of endearment to count, a wedding, slow dancing, a couple of steamy hot tub moments, karaoke, snow, a healthy dose of cuddling, love confessions, and Harry and Louis being quite generous to each other.

*Or the one where Harry has been in love with his best friend for four years, and New Year's Eve at his family's holiday home in Switzerland is perfect for finally telling Louis how he feels.

Boy Interrupted by MrsStylinson

Five times that Harry walks in on Louis by accident and the one time he walks in on purpose.

Or, the one where they can only resist each other for so long, featuring some epic sexual tension, a heavy dose of pining, a hint of angst and a fluffy ending.

reminiscing the other day by tilthesundies

“Spain,” Harry says. “This weekend.”

Louis blinks. “Are you asking me, or telling me?”

“Asking,” he says with a huff.

Harry's invited to a wedding, and there's only so much Louis can hide.

Take Care of Me by louissketios

Louis is the fan that asks Harry to find him a date at his concert and Harry offers to take Louis out on a date instead.

Promise Not to Fall by dimpled_halo

Louis raises his eyebrows. “You want to be friends with benefits?”

Harry shrugs, “If that’s what you want to call it then, yeah. Why not?”

Louis brings his hand to rub the stubble on his jaw, seeming lost in his own thoughts. “Okay, I’ll agree on three conditions.”

“One: no sleep overs.”

Harry nods, “Okay."

“Two: if either of us finds someone else we call it off no questions asked.”

Harry isn’t sure why his stomach turns at that, but he agrees anyway.

“And three,” Louis’ face hardens, “you cannot, under any circumstances, fall in love with me.”

Harry snorts, “Yeah, okay,” he chuckles lightly.

or- When One Direction goes on hiatus, Harry and Louis reconnect, becoming the friends they once were during their days in the X Factor. It doesn’t take long for their friendship to evolve into friends with benefits, unable to resist the physical attraction between them. Things get complicated when feelings get in the way.

Oh, We're In Love, Aren't We? by Rearviewdreamer

After sixteen wonderful years of friendship, it's hard to imagine any grand (and usually dumb) plans they haven't had or some type of mischief they haven't gotten into together. But, when Harry suddenly finds himself without a fiance and Louis just wants to help him feel okay again, they realize falling in love is one thing they haven't done, and that's about to change.

Big Dicked Bottoms Make the Rockin’ World Go Round by YesIsAWorld

Harry was tired of the assumptions made about his sexual preferences and he wasn't afraid to (drunkenly) post on Tumblr about it. The last thing he expected was to find his perfect partner.

Seven Minutes in Heaven by Canadianlarrie (canadianlarrie)

It’s musty, it's confined and its where lost musical instruments go to die. It also happens to be where Harry and Louis are currently standing after being forced into the alcove under the basement stairs at Niall’s house for Seven Minutes in Heaven.

First kisses rarely happen as imagined – they’re awkward, ill-timed and sloppy af.

The one where Harry and Louis kiss and the whole thing’s kind of a hot glorious mess.

Surrender My Everything by crimsontheory

After his flight was delayed, Harry showed up stressed out, exhausted, and four hours late for his date with Louis.

Waiting For Someone Who Needs Me by graceling_in_a_suit

Harry huffed in frustration. His feet pigeon-toed as he took a step forward. “None?” he asked with a hint of desperation. “You have nothing that you need?” Louis shook his head. “Listen. I’ve a million things that I want, like for the Donny Rovers to get to finals and for our band to do well and to write better songs and for my mum to be able to pay off her mortgage, but I don’t need any of those things. There’s a difference.”

AU: Harry is a genie, and Louis doesn't think he needs anything.

You Wear White (I'll Wear Out The Words) by rainbowslovehl (Larrymateforlife)

“You’re drunk Harry. And you can’t possibly get married by the end of this week.” “Why not?” Harry asked, stubbornly jutting his chin up. “I’m a great person.” “Because you’re single, Harry, that's why,” Niall remarked as he plopped down on the opposite side of the booth.

Harry is desperate to get married before the end of the week. In walks Louis.

Bad Girl Riri by 13ways

Harry and Louis have a cat named Rihanna. She has opinions.

Do I need to worry? by enigma_scars

Louis needs to blow bubbles to get rid of his smoking addiction. Harry finds Louis cute and strikes a conversation head on. Louis finds Harry creepy and dangerous.

One Mississippi by AlwaysAqua

“What are you even doing here, Louis?” Harry asked faintly through the door.

“Trust me, if I had anywhere else to go,” Louis paused and reflected on the absolute shit show his week had thrown at him. He sighed, “If I had anywhere else to go, I wouldn’t be here. I promise you that. You know you’re the last person I would ask to help me.”

Or, Louis and Harry broke up two years ago and now Louis has nowhere else to go and Harry reluctantly lets him back in.

The Depth and the Breadth and the Height by phdmama

"What do you need?"

Over the course of a life together, the answer to that question changes.

truth, justice, and the gay way by hattalove

Liam needs a costume. Louis needs a best best friend award, a holiday, and to get a grip.

(Harry's just in the right place at the right time.)

Needing is One Thing, and Getting—Getting’s Another by kiwikero

Six months and moving back home is what it takes for Louis to finally start getting over his divorce.

Backstage, Sex and Outrage by taggiecb

Prompt #20: your chance to do it in a specific location

Louis loves working towards a goal. His friends say having a goal in life is the only thing that keeps him sane some days. Right now he is working towards his before twenty five bucket list, and fate must have been smiling on him the day he won tickets for a show at Wembly, getting into one of the locker rooms is something he will have to think about later. Plus it doesn't hurt that the show he's seeing is his favourite celebrity crush Harry Styles.

I’d Like To Buy an ‘O’ by FallingLikeThis

When Louis fails at Wheel of Fortune but, by some miracle, not his love life.

If Only You (Knew) by LadyLondonderry

Catch a busy train at a busy time. Find a seat and look like you’ve been there a while. Feign sleep. Look like you belong there. Look like you haven’t been living out of a rucksack for four months.

Don’t look homeless.

When Louis needs somewhere to go, he finds himself in an abandoned barn in the middle of nowhere. Unknown to him, he's stumbled on the home of someone else, and they're not too happy about it.

Coming and Going (Anonymous)

Harry is a shy loner looking for someone who will help him discover his new found sexual fantasies. Louis is a lonely writer who doesn't realize how much he has secluded himself. They are brought together by a simple ad, and a common interest.

All in 'Cause of You by crimsontheory

Harry was married to the most amazing man in the world and he was ready to take the next step of their relationship. As he journeyed down the road of adoption, he realized it was bumpier than he had anticipated.

drive all night to keep her warm by thepriestthinksitsthedevil (stubliminalmessaging)

After a devastating break-up, Harry discovers that his life is depressingly empty. He spends some time with his best friend Niall and Niall's lovable oaf of a golden retriever and realizes that the missing piece in his life is a pet. Unfortunately, the pet that seizes Harry's heart is a sickly puppy who is hostile towards people after a history of abuse and neglect from her previous owners. Can Harry, with the help of the handsome vet, Dr. Tomlinson, earn this puppy's love and nurse her back to health?

Sing With Me (just for today) by Eleven_11

When Harry arrives at Camp Half Blood as a clumsy and terrified 12-year-old, he has no clue what he's doing, just that he really wants to be friends with this Louis kid. Louis has been at camp for five years when Harry shows up, and he still doesn't know who his godly parent is. Everything Louis does is in hope of catching his dad’s attention. Everything Harry does is in hopes of being enough.

The story picks up in the Percy Jackson universe after the Titan War and right in the middle of the conflict with the Giants. Louis is one of the demigods left behind to defend the camp, and Harry just discovered he's a demigod.

Calling Love by AlwaysAqua

“Can I just say I miss you? Is that allowed? I know we said we said there’s no point in saying it because we can’t change the time apart. But I just really fucking miss you.” — This whole fic is a voicemail.

Hope by kiwikero

Louis was, emphatically, not a cat person.

Roses in the Rain by theweightofmywords

“Don’t- I know what you’re going to ask, and I… Harry, I can’t,” he said, his voice cracking. “Please. You know that I can’t.”

Louis had his six siblings and his old house with its falling-apart porch to take care of. This town was where people still approached him, 8 years after high school graduation, to tell him that they loved him as Danny in Grease. This town was where he had his pick of suitors, where he had his first kiss, where he took his first steps, where his mama lived, died, and was buried, and he couldn’t leave just to follow some man that he loved.

Harry, for now, seemed to understand that.

“Okay, baby,” Harry sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Okay.”

I Kinda Need A Hero (Is It You) by FallingLikeThis

Louis is a barista who’s had his heart broken. Harry is the boy who wants to put the pieces back together.

Heart of a Lion (With Metal in His Teeth) by graceling_in_a_suit

The man sighed impatiently. “Can you confirm your mission, please, you useless piece of junk.” Harry smiled politely. “Mission Code: 645-a3. Status: incomplete. Description: assess the situation on Olivia, report all findings to Captain Cowell and his board of advisors in three to five days. Specifically, locate and analyse the citizen known as Louis Tomlinson, suspected leader of the current strike, and present a strategy for destabilising his movement.”

Harry is an Android. Louis is his target: a revolutionary leader trying to free his people.

(01110100 01101000 01100101 01111001 00100000 01100110 01100001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101.)

Hiding in the Rain by asphodelknox

Louis’s used to the bullies. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy Harry Styles dragging him off on adventures to avoid them.

This Soft and Fluffy Thing Called by LadyLondonderry

Harry waits.

He waits for his eleventh birthday. He waits with bated breath. He waits and waits and waits and watches the post for the letter - the letter that decides his fate - the letter from Hogwarts.

or, the one where Harry was adopted as a baby, his downstairs neighbor is Louis, and he really should learn not to keep things bottled up.

Love, This Wild Thing by asphodelknox

Paris, the City of Love. Harry's hiding an unused Tinder account and Louis's hiding how much he doesn't want to go home. They find what they need in each other.

You're Gonna Pay for This by Eleven_11

“'NO!” Three sets of hands moved to grab Harry, and he was so startled that he jumped into the air from his nearly seated position on their new couch, butt just inches away from the pristine leather. He scanned the faces of the four boys in front of him, all colored with a mixture of shock, incredulity, and embarrassment. Harry was at a loss. “Why?” he sighed. " --- Or, Louis and Harry get something new, and the boys refuse to break it in. Chaos and ridiculousness ensue.

Teenage Dirtbag by 13ways

Louis loves Harry. Harry dislikes confinement. They play some dodgeball and kiss.

A Pun-derful Life by AlwaysAqua

Falling in love with his best friend was never part of the plan, but it happened. It keeps happening; Over and over again on a daily basis. Sometimes, even that’s too long between falling in love.

Or, Harry and Louis use too many puns as a means to make each other laugh.

Back To One by FallingLikeThis

Harry opens his eyes to a blinding white light. It fades gingerly and he blinks as his eyes adjust to his surroundings. There’s a soft cushion beneath his bum and his legs are crisscrossed in front of him. He’s only wearing a pair of white boxer briefs for some reason but he’s oddly comfortable wearing so little in a strange place. Slowly, he becomes aware of a crinkling sound and looks down to find that he holds a square of paper in his hands.

Neutral Good it says in pretty, flowy handwriting.

“Hello, everyone!” A chipper voice calls out, capturing Harry’s attention and pulling his eyes towards its location. He takes in the woman suddenly standing before him with her hands clasped in front of her.

“Welcome to The Afterlife."

a house built out of stone by robpatFF

Louis has a used bookshop and Harry has a habit of claiming things that don't belong to him.

Through the Darkest of Your Days by robpatFF

"Harry thinks he might not really know what okay is, but Louis is warm next to him, solid and constant and questioning. He’s all wide eyes and nerves and vulnerability. And this feels alright, this might be some sort of okay, Harry thinks." Future!fic, roadtrip!fic, OT5 friendship!fic.

Only Several Miles From the Sun by robpatFF

It started with a walk and unexpected rain and Babs. It started with a smile and green eyes and a bag of warm apple cinnamon muffins. Actually, it started with the bakery. Bakery AU, because of reasons.

Fate's A Bitch Really (Yes) by CalamityK

Louis is twenty-three now, and painfully aware that “Yes.” Is quite a common response when first meeting someone. ----- or that soulmate au where everyone has the first words their soulmate is supposed to say to them tattooed on their body

Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows

It’s five o’clock in the morning. Louis has a lecture at half eight. He could be using this time to study or to do his readings or to go to the gym, but - well. He doesn’t have any exams coming up, he’s not going to his seminar today anyway and he hates the gym.

Instead he’s using this time to fuck with Harry Styles’ poor little brain.

Louis jogs across the street and jabs the key into the car door. It opens easily, not that he was expecting anything else. He copied the key for a reason, after all.

He’s got Harry’s schedule memorized, more because the guy keeps following him around than anything, so he doesn’t bother looking around before climbing behind the wheel and setting his bag on the passenger seat. It’s a Monday, which means that Harry doesn’t even get out of bed before noon unless he’s planning on harassing Louis.

Nice Boy Seeks Same For Hook-Up by LittleMousling

From a kinkmeme prompt: Louis wants to lose his virginity but doesn't want anyone at school to know he's gay. In order to finally get with a guy, he posts an ad on Craigslist.

Harry Styles answers.

like a simile, i paint suggestive pictures (of me and you) by dangerbears

louis is a TA for an english 101 class and harry is stupid gorgeous which of course leads to a morality crisis.

Hiding Out in the Kitchen by LittleMousling

Harry's in an internationally famous boyband with his three best mates, he gets laid on a pretty regular basis, and he's headed to Australia in a week. He doesn't need anything else, and he certainly doesn't need a boyfriend. If this nice guy he met in a coffeeshop wants to date him, great—but that's all it is. Right?

when i feel that something by somerdaye

In which Harry and Louis are put into a duo instead of a group, and Louis Googles asexuality.

Some Say It's a Blessing, Some Say It's a Curse by homelesshats

In a world where humans are blessed with timers on their wrists to tell them precisely when they'll meet their soulmate, Harry has waited his whole life -- eighteen years, six months, one week and five days exactly -- for this day.

scared that i couldn’t find all the answers, honey by cathedralhearts

from the 1dkinkmeme on livejournal; niall writes larry stylinson fan fiction

If You Weren't Real I'd Make You Up by FeelsForBreakfast

These are the facts: This is a love story. Harry can’t tell the difference between what’s real and what isn’t. Louis doesn’t eat.

blackjacks running down my back by dangerbears

AU. university stuff. best friend stuff. music stuff. sappy stuff.

You're The One That I Want by spacecakesandmilkshakes

Harry had always been Louis' best friend and...well...his baby, until one day he realized that his baby was all grown up.

Make Tea, Not War by howdoyouwhisk (popsongdelusional)

"Is he the messiest?"

"Yes."

"Does he do the washing up?"

"Never."

"Does he make his bed?"

"Never."

"Hopeless, hopeless flatmate. Would you rather be with one of these guys?"

"Nope!"

Or: Louis attempts to become a better flatmate, much to Harry's dismay.

So much stays unknown till the time has come by becka

While on holiday in 2011, Louis has an unexpected visitor from his future.

if it's me you're looking for by eleadore

Louis has a bad habit of getting drunk before he confesses--or maybe it's the other way around. AU.

touch my neck and i'll touch yours by amongseafarers, gravitycentered

Harry feels the press of Louis’ leg against his side and the flimsy cotton of Louis’ pajamas. “Soft,” he mumbles, curling his hand around Louis’ thigh and using the grip to pull himself closer, nestling his face into the side of Louis’ hip.

Where Your Heart Is by antihetharry, tvshows_addict

Louis is ready for his brand new adventure. So what if he suffers from a genetic condition that prevents him from being touched? College is going to be awesome. It has to. Karma kind of owes him right now. Forget about his overprotective mother, or Liam-- his entirely too chipper step brother-- or his mess of a roommate. Forget about the gloves he has to wear at all times. He’s here to expand his knowledge, write and drown himself in books -- No matter how distracting ‘Hallway Boy’ may be-- The obnoxious, flirty frat wannabe determined to become the bane of Louis’ existence. 

Or, a college AU set in San Francisco where two lost boys who seemingly have nothing in common find inspiration, each other, and themselves in the process.

Gracious Goes the Ghost of You by haloeverlasting

And there it was again. That heaviness, that shift in the air that makes everything feel just a little slower. It’s like just moving forward makes him sore from the exertion. It’s not in the least physical, it’s his heart and mind and soul that feels stretched and pushed too far. It’s those moments, where his heart feels like it’s thudding only because it still can, that Louis feels the itch to glance at the clock. When he aches to know how long it’s been and maybe a part of him is wondering how long it will be. If this time, when he checks the clock, he’ll feel the same shame for his long stint of grief, but it will be followed by some sort of pride. He’s made it this far, and “because it still can” is a perfectly good reason for his heart to keep beating.

“What are you thinking about?” Harry asks.

Louis hums, shifting a little to rest his head on top of Harry’s. “Is this your new question?"

“Yeah,” he whispers, softly.

“Just… thinking about how long it’s been. And how long it may be before it doesn’t hurt so much anymore."

Harry is a ghost who comes to visit. Louis feels like a ghost, himself. In forgiveness, they find their way back to life.

You Drive Me Crazy ( I Just Can't Sleep) by objectlesson

The first time Louis ends up in Harry’s bed is a total accident.

try to not remember (rather than forget) by hereforlou

Harry hadn’t left, not really. He had been right there the entire time. And that’s what had made it worse, knowing that his body was within touching distance but his mind, everything that made Harry Harry, was lost somewhere Louis wasn’t able to reach.

He hadn’t left, but that’s what it had felt like most of the time. Just as if one day Harry had up and left him.

(Or the one where Harry wakes up.)

Say You'll Remember by whisperdlullaby

au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they're also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

things unspoken by stylinsoncity

he wants to say it. he’s waited his whole life to say it. but how do you tell your childhood best friend you want them?

So Much Left to Say by myownspark

Reason #32: Cheer Someone Up.

Harry remembers Louis stalking along the Cougar’s sideline as the final seconds of the game ticked away. He was apart from everyone, with his arms crossed and his head down, sort of fragile looking even in his pads and helmet. Harry’s fingers actually itched to hold his hand, just as they do now. He holds the phone up to take a selfie and smiles into the camera, trying to ask Louis a question with his eyes. (Are you really okay? Tell me the truth. I bet you’re sitting on your bed, playing Madden, sulking. If you want to see me, I’ll come. I know you better than anyone. You’re sad. I’d like to come.) He pushes send.

(Harry and Louis play for rival high school football teams, and when they play against each other in the Homecoming game, someone has to lose.)

kiwi by fondleeds

With a stuttered mixture of a laugh and a groan, Harry lets his head droop, pushes his forehead against Louis’ chest and leans into him, fingers curled around the railing.

"You’re driving me crazy,” he breathes.

Louis lets out a puff of laughter, and when Harry lifts his eyes, the look in Louis’ gaze is one he knows too well, so distinctively coy and mischievous and gently charming, his lips quirked up with a smirk. Harry’s heart falls into the palms of his playful hands. “You’re into it.”

-

AU. Harry plays on Saturday nights at The Motley. Louis bartends on Saturday nights at The Motley.

It’s a thing.

Things That Go Hump in the Night by haloeverlasting, indiaalphawhiskey

“I thought you said I make everything fun,” Harry replies with a curt shrug. “I thought you liked trying new things with me.”

Harry is clearly upset with him, and camping or no, Louis was hoping for a good weekend all the same.

“You do make everything fun, but I’m warning you right now. This isn’t something new we’re trying. This is a well established hatred and I’m fucking cursed, so this isn’t going to be fun.” Louis hates how petulant he sounds, but it’s true. Camping never has and never will go well for him. And sure, maybe part of that is his attitude, but the attitude has only come from a consistent cause and effect in his life.

Louis goes camping. Something horrible happens. Louis is miserable.

It’s science.

Or, the one where Louis is right.

Things Gone Cold by MediaWhore

"your heart is warm for things gone cold.”— Sophocles, Antigone

With his soulmate’s thoughts about him written on his skin and the world’s eyes trailing his every movement, Harry Styles is having a bit of a rough time releasing his second album in peace. And that’s not even counting the breakup. Or the car crash.

Ever Fixed by delsicle

Three years ago, Harry was happily married, successfully heading the largest technology company in the world, and raising his young daughter. After he loses nearly everything in the aftermath of his daughter’s lost battle with a rare brain tumor, it may take three strange and yet very familiar visitors – and a man from the therapy group Harry keeps refusing to go to – to get him back on track.

Based on the film Collateral Beauty

The Melody You Never Heard by bananasandboots

It's one last adventure. One last chance to be young and carefree. One final weekend before they take up their internships, their corporate positions, before they enter the real world, fresh out of university. Niall's his best mate. Liam's been there for him since they were lost, little freshmen, trying to find their ways through an overwhelming first year. Harry can't disappoint them, even if it means enduring four days with Louis.

Louis, who he does share a history with, a history he's never told anyone about, not even Niall, a history he hasn't brought up in three years because it's stupid and embarrassing and confusing.

Or, the one where Harry gets roped into a four-day camping trip with the boy who kissed him and never called back.

One for Luck by leavingonatrain

The very first time Louis remembers hearing Harry Styles' deep, deep voice, he's just won gold at the World Equestrian Games and he's officially back on Great Britain's Olympic team. He's also three sheets to the wind, drunk on victory and champagne, and there's a gorgeous boy whispering in his ear. Life's grand.

(AU: Louis and Harry are professional riders on the British Olympic team.)

we've got to get away from here by suspendrs

“It is my understanding that you are the most comprehensive member of this agency in the field of extraterrestrial life, is that right?” the agent asks. He’s trying to sound calm, but Louis can tell he’s shaken as well.

“Um, I guess so,” Louis says, glancing over at the man in the blanket again.

Suddenly, Louis’s blood runs cold. There’s something off about the man, something in his gaze, something Louis can’t put his finger on. It’s terribly unsettling, but excitement bubbles in his gut.

Or, Louis is an FBI agent who likes to think himself a paranormal expert, and Harry is the alien that somehow ended up in his office.

love is divine by stylinsoncity

Being a witch doesn't help when it comes to unrequited love.

Sing When You're Winning by hazmesentir

Harry is fifteen minutes late to the office on the day Louis Tomlinson comes out as gay.

Or, the one where Harry's a chronically underpaid magazine intern and Louis is the Premier League's first gay footballer and pretty much the last thing they need is each other.

the impossible now by stylinsoncity

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

Finding Lou by stylinsoncity

Louis is the nomadic stranger who wanders into Harry’s bookstore. Harry is the skeptic who falls for him.

I'll Know My Name As It's Called Again by pukeandcry

Louis wakes up in Harry's body. This is a problem for several reasons.

Devil in the Bible Belt by TinyBeautifulTales (MikeandHarveyTime)

A Shameless AU starring Louis as Fiona and Harry as Jimmy/Steve.

(or, Louis is raising his seven siblings by himself, and Harry steals cars and crash lands into Louis' life. Together, they navigate south side Chicago and love.)

my heart is breathing for this moment in time by usedtothebeach

When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old.

Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they're put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn't know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry's always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.

A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.

Those are the Days That Bind Us (Together Forever) by nightwideopen

Soulmate AU where when two soulmates meet they can hear each other's thoughts for a limited amount of time.

or

My Excuse To Write Teacher!Louis

je vole by nightwideopen

Two best friends, two broken boys on the run from themselves who managed to land a safe space in the heart of a beautiful city.

Harry and Louis are thieves in Paris. They're all the other has.

(Alternatively titled Pink.)

Don't Act Like It's a Bad Thing to Fall in Love by nightwideopen

Louis was born blind, completely blind, leaving him with nothing but the absolute blackness that his lack of vision produces.

Harry, on the other hand, is deaf. No sound can be registered by the two tiny ears his rowdy, chocolate curls obscure so well.

The first time Louis and Harry meet, it’s sort of an accident.

Take What's Mine by jaerie

Years after he is kidnapped, his life altered forever, Louis goes through the motions in a way that barely feels like living. Harry is a wild card, a forbidden fruit that Louis swore off of before he even had a chance to experience it. Maybe, in the end, Harry holds the key to being reborn. Louis just has to be open to the idea first.

(End game: this is a comfort/healing fic)

Wholehearted by TheMagicWord

AU. When superstar singer and winner of The Voice Louis Tomlinson tweets “Nothing worse than waking up with no milk for a cuppa !! Gutted” he doesn’t expect someone to bring him some. And he really doesn’t expect that someone to have bright green eyes, long curly hair, and (fucking) dimples.

Peaches and Cream by seducedbycurls

The study was to see if two strangers could live together for a month and fall in love.

“We are a new organization working to prove that love can do extraordinary things.” “You will do everything together & you are not allowed to leave the resort for the whole month.” “We want to prove that opposites attract.”

Louis is allergic to peaches, Harry smells like peaches. Louis just came for the money.

Singing To Tiny Dancer by BriaMaria

“Yes!” Harry punched a fist into the air. He laughed at the confusion that wrinkled the little space between Louis’ brows.

“What?”

“You’re flirting with me,” Harry smiled, letting his dimples pop.

Louis’ face went blank for two seconds and then he rolled his eyes, one side of his mouth lifting. “Am not.”

“You soooo are,” Harry sang out, poking him in the shoulder. “You like me.”

“I was simply showing you how to actually bring… what did you call it? Your A-game.”

Harry adopted a patronizing expression, sure it would piss him off. “And you did great. Really.”

“Oi, fuck off,” Louis said, but he was actually laughing now. Outright. It was gorgeous and Harry wanted to live in this moment forever. It was the very best one he’d experienced. He wanted to always remember the image of Louis’ crinkled eyes, the sound of his breathy giggles, the smell of citrus that radiated off him as he swayed in his amusement. And Louis didn’t even know his name.

Or ... When everything gets to be a bit too much for A-list actor Louis Tomlinson, he runs back to the town he had never really called home and the boy who was the only one he did.

All the Lines We Cast Will Bring Us Home by afirethatcannotdie

Harry wakes to a series of tweet notifications.

@Louis_Tomlinson: Sooo excited to announce I’m going on tour !! In America in 5 weeks and then coming back to the UK ! Get tix here: bit.ly/LTonTour @Louis_Tomlinson: Gonna be siiiick !! “Niall!” he yells, running out of his room. “Louis is performing at the O2 in January. Niall, I have to go. Wait. Niall. Oh my god, we’re gonna see Louis Tomlinson’s bum.”

AU. The one where Louis is a famous singer, Harry's a uni student obsessed with his music, and sometimes things have a way of working out.

say you want me (orphan_account)

Louist95: @HarryStyles, I’m personally offended that you haven’t invited me to your concert in Leeds next week. Proper fan I am and all.

HarryStyles: @Louist95 Proper fan? I’m personally offended on behalf of all our fans everywhere that you’ve lumped yourself with them.

~ A Famous/Not-Famous AU featuring Liam, Zayn, and Harry as the members of Sonic Boom, an English band that unexpectedly sky rocketed to international fame, Niall as their biggest fan, and Louis as the exact opposite. Harry’s a closeted pop star and Louis is the uni student he keeps fighting with on Twitter. It’s all silly banter until it turns into something else.

Cosmic Love by smittenwithlouis

Sudden chills rake over his body yet again, making him stay rooted to the ground. Static in the air makes every hair on his body stand up straight. That's when he notices something a couple feet in front of him lying on the ground. It’s what appears to be a person, weird white beams snaking around them like Christmas lights. Louis' heart rate picks up. Is the person alright? What are they doing here? What the fuck is happening? Or: Louis lives in a small, desert town in the middle of nowhere Texas, yet a strange visitor manages to find Louis among the stars.

who we used to be by itsnotbleak

“The doctor said he might remember,” Gemma said. “If he was around familiar things. Mum thinks that means he needs to stay with her forever, spend all day looking at old baby pictures and school photos. But he remembers all that perfectly. It’s living with you and your weird gang of lost boys that he doesn’t remember.”

“And you think the best way to jog his memory is some weird kind of full-emersion re-enactment?”

“It might be,” said Gemma. “It can’t hurt to try.”

An au where Harry and Louis used to be together, and then they broke up, and now Harry can’t remember any of it.

we've got the world in our hands by sarcasticfluentry

A mutants/superpowers AU. Louis and his friends attend the Cowell Institute for General Education and Mutant Training in London; when Louis meets Harry, the newest student at the Cowell Institute, he immediately recruits Harry to help play matchmaker for his friend Zayn. Harry and Louis are so caught up in meddling in Zayn's love life, though, that they don't notice that their own friendship is progressing into something more. Meanwhile, an ominous threat up north grows slowly until suddenly, no mutant - or human - is safe.

You Are The Blood by sarcasticfluentry

A seventh-year Hogwarts AU in which Niall gets all the girls, Liam goes on a journey of self-discovery, Zayn falls in love, Harry wants something more, and Louis tries to figure out once and for all why he, a Muggleborn, was sorted into Slytherin.

the dark and the dentist by sunshiner

“I know this song,” Louis whispers, and Harry has to lean his ear toward him to pick up what he’s saying. “It was written for people to dance to it. We should be dancing.” We can’t, Harry almost spits, but it’d be stupid of him. Louis knows they can’t. Even if he looks like any regular Parisian in their twenties, and Harry looks like any hipster Parisian in their twenties, they can’t anyway. To be fair, they probably wouldn’t do it even if they were out. But if they were two uni students, both in Paris for an exchange, meeting over fallen books at the library, or because of mutual friends, or watching Monet’s Water Lilies? “How would we dance?” Harry murmurs, mouth almost pressed to Louis’ cheek, so close he can feel his warmth. What a picture they must make, two millionaires freezing in a park and dreaming of a different life. An account of the events of November 2014. Canon-compliant.

Autumn At My Window by TheCellarDoor

A canon-compliant AU, in which Harry and Louis are both in the band and have been sharing flats and hotel rooms for nearly five years, but never made the leap past 'friends who are too close for comfort'.

Featuring a lot of pining, Louis' addiction to Harry's scent, and a whole lot of sexual tension that might just snap loose when they decide to spend some time together all on their own.

My Saddle's Waiting by crimsontheory

It's late and Harry is bored. He texts his one night stand from last week for a quick, no strings attached hookup. As it turns out, the guy gave Harry the wrong number and it ends up being Louis instead.

Saw It In Your Eyes by taggiecb

Harry Styles counts himself extremely lucky that he has landed such a great roommate. It doesn’t bother him at all that his new roommate is gay. In fact, they get along so well that they have formed an extremely close friendship that takes up pretty much all his free time. When Louis starts bringing a new guy home with him, Harry is surprised by how much it bothers him. Is he not as okay as he thought he was with Louis’ sexuality?

Or the one where Harry is an oblivious walnut.

This Winter's Day by QuickedWeen

Dear Mr. Harry Edward Styles, We regret to inform you of the passing of your cousin Lord Edward William Seaward, the Viscount Merston. Please contact us at your earliest convenience. Sincerely, Messrs. Pratt, Rutherford, and Spaulding

Louis is Harry's stablemaster, and when he falls ill and his mother turns to Harry to help her try and find someone he can settle down with, it's only natural that Harry suggests himself.

There is my heart for you to hold (Feel the beat, feel the one blood?) by larrycaring

“You,” the man says simply, voice slightly breathless.

Louis instantly frowns, eyes narrowed. He feels like he recognizes the man, but he can’t put his finger on where he saw him. “What are you doing here?” he asks instead, trying to make his voice sound firm and assured.

The man’s alarmed face changes, the corner of his lips rising in a smirk. “I could ask you the same thing, bawcock.”

Louis’ frown deepens at the endearment, because this man and he are certainly not on that level yet.

“I’m a journalist,” Louis says, even though it’s a lie. He is pretty sure the boy can’t really legally justify his presence either.

“You too?” the man replies, his smirk constant on his face. It’s like he’s sharing a private joke Louis can’t understand, or remember. “So you are also here, in this blood-spattered hotel room, for some folklore stories?”

And then, Louis remembers.

Harold E. Styles.

or a vampire AU where famous vampire hunter Louis meets human Harry, and they go through hell to stay together and have their forever.

Strip That Down by Domeaspreadsheet

“Does this have something to do with Louis being into nipple piercings?”

Liam feels his mouth drop open, and snaps it shut quickly. “No. Why on earth would you think that?”

“Maybe because Louis told me he told you he thinks it’s hot on guys, and now you’ve convinced Harry to do it, three minutes after Louis walks out the door.”

“Well. When you put it that way.” Liam sighs. “Fine. I think they should be together. Thought this might help.”

Niall smacks him on the shoulder. “Why didn’t you say something? I’ve been hoping those two would get it together for years.”

-

Four strippers. Possible fun. A New Year’s Eve matchmaking plot. Will it work?

Sympathy For The Devil by taggiecb

Louis keeps stealing some of Harry’s mail, which would be annoying for anyone, but it’s especially troubling when you consider that Harry is Santa Claus. Harry will have to go through hell to get Louis to stop. Literally.

Or the one with Santa Harry and Satan Louis and a series of misspelled letters to Santa.

It's All Brand New by midnightwhistleberries

“Harry,” Louis intones emphatically, “literally everyone in the U.K. has known that I’m openly bisexual since 2011.”

“’Cept you, I guess,” supplies Niall.

In which Harry studies engineering, loves Madonna, and can't tell if Louis likes him or just keeps coming back to the record store because he's some sort of musical hoarder. Louis is famous, Harry has no idea, communication issues are rampant and fluffy pining ensues.

you pull me in by yoursongonmyheart

“Did you really wear silk jammies to meet him?” Fizzy is almost in tears.

He’s going to kill them.

He’s really going to kill them.

Ernie throws his backpack on the floor before telling Fizzy, quite loudly, “Mr. Styles looked at Achoo like this” and making an exaggerated jaw dropped face.

“That is not what happened!” Louis protests.

“And Achoo looked at Mr. Styles like that, too!” Doris pulls the same face before laughing.

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//or the one where Louis is a model, Harry teaches Doris and Ernie at primary and now might be a good time to fall in love.

all the kingdom lights shine just for me and you by hypocorism

“I can help the baby, for I have not yet given my gift.” Caroline smiles and waves as the audience cheers appreciatively. “Although, tragically, I cannot reverse the work of such a powerful opponent, I can mediate the effects. Prince Harry will not die, but will fall into a deep and peaceful sleep. From this slumber, he can only be awoken by a kiss from his true love! Once she is found, his safety will be ensured!” Happy sighs all around.

“Thank you, good fairy Caroline,” the king says politely. “We are in your debt.” She beams and the other three fairies look mildly annoyed.

“I knew she was full of it when she said she ‘couldn’t think of a good gift,’” one of them whispers to the other two. “I was supposed to go last!”

In My Place by kassio

Prince Louis has it all. He's wealthy, privileged, famous, and handsome, with a loving family and a world of opportunities. There's only one problem: he isn't actually the queen's son.

Harry and Niall Horan don't have much, but they have a dream: to win the X Factor and achieve something more than their normal middle-class life.

Two dreams collide and two very different paths come together when Louis requests to meet with Harry after seeing him on the X Factor.

Even As Young As You Are by ologist

Harry’s sister has a baby. When he goes to meet her, he finds more than one new love of his life at the hospital.

Two Steps Behind by sacredheart (orphan_account)

"Can I play?" He's far away enough that he almost has to yell a little bit. He's got one leg steadying him on the ground, and he's holding the handles of his bike as tightly as he can. He doesn't want to fall off in front of the older kids - the cooler kids.

"We've got four of us, though, and we don't want uneven teams," Zayn lies apologetically, and Louis frowns. He's not stupid. They don't want to play with him. "Maybe tomorrow." That's also a lie, because Zayn said the same thing yesterday and now it's tomorrow and Louis is being told no, again. His head is spinning with rejection and confusion and, most of all, disappointment.

(Or, Louis is two years younger than his neighbors, Harry, Liam, Niall, and Zayn, and he grows up bending over backwards to get their attention and acceptance. Especially Harry's.)

You and The Moon and Neptune (Got it Right) by alienharry

Of all the different ways Louis had pictured meeting his soulmate, he never imagined he’d come second to his little sister. He assumed he’d have met his own soulmate by now, that he’d already be married and sickeningly in love, guiding his kid sister through these new and confusing feelings. He wanted one hand on his soulmate’s waist and the other on Lottie’s back as he told her that everything was okay and she wasn’t moving too fast.

Of all the ways Harry saw his life going, being a 23-year-old sales associate at Harrods and hating every minute of it was not what he envisioned for himself. If he’s being honest, he saw himself in Peru or China or - hell - even fucking Denver, just traveling. He wants to see the world, not oversee the women’s department 36 hours a week.

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Louis has always wanted to meet his soulmate; he's built his life around the plan that one day his soulmate would come along, and they could begin their happily ever after.

Harry has always wanted to travel; he's built his life around the idea that nothing is permanent, and seeing the world is his only objective - soulmates mean nothing to him after all.

Home for the Holly Days by LadyLondonderry

There he is, bowl of batter in one arm and whisk in the other. The wireless is blaring something that distinctly sounds like Fairytale of New York, which would make sense with how much Harry loves muggle music.

But. The thing is, is he's doing some terribly odd moves, swaying his hips slightly out of pace with the music but with so much more passion than Louis thinks he's ever seen anybody display about this song. His apron, down to his knees, is swishing back and forth as he moves and - dear lord - his shorts don't even reach as low as the hem of his apron.

Louis has to get out of here.

Or, Louis’s participating in the Secret Santa exchange between all the Hogwarts professors stuck at school over the winter holidays, and the Sorting Hat may fancy itself a bit of a matchmaker.

The Fairy Ring by thedeathchamber

Harry has dreamed of a world outside the tiny village of Holmes Chapel for as long as he can remember... a world full of magic and adventure and true love. It was nothing but a childhood dream, however, until an old family friend comes bearing word of a plot against Harry's life and a very dangerous truth: Harry is the rightful heir to the crown and must embark on a perilous quest to reclaim his throne from the ruthless would-be King Simon. But in the end Harry will find himself fighting for more than a crown, and on the verge of losing something much more precious than his sovereign power. Because magic might be real, but life is not a fairy tale, and Harry is a prince up against a very big dragon.

Or: a medieval fantasy AU in which Harry is a prince in disguise and Louis is the king of the faeries.

I see London, I see France by incandescentlight

Harry Potter AU. Louis is working at the coffee shop when the most gorgeous boy walks in. Harry is an eighth year Beauxbatons student and Louis is determined not to fall in love because Harry returns to France in four months.

kiss me like it's christmas, hold on 'til we're breathless by itjustkindahappened

Louis is broke and in desperate need of a coat, Harry is a rich kid who catches him shoplifting and they accidently go on a date.

tether beat by turnyourankle

Prince Harry meets his longtime celebrity crush, Louis Tomlinson, after the Royal Variety Performance.

just a dream by BriaMaria

“Won’t you join me?” The voice was soft, more melody than anything else. It wrapped around Louis, silken bands that tugged at his arms, at his chest.

He didn’t step out of the shadows. “No.”

The man in the pond smiled, sad and sweet and knowing, and then sunk beneath the water in the next heartbeat. The butterflies that had adorned his chest like jewelry, that had tangled in his dark curls, fluttered away.

--

Or the one where Louis is the king of the forest, Harry is friends with butterflies and a war is brewing on the horizon.

your eyes are like starlight now by babyboylouis

“Yeah. Me, Daddy, and Buttons. That’s my puppy. I named him. Sometimes we call him Butt for short,” Olivia told him, looking up at the boy with a full smile, minus her two front teeth. Louis realised that talking to this girl was more fun than talking to Zayn. Zayn was a little shit, though, so that was understandable.

or the one where louis hates his job as an elf at the shopping mall, but hates it a lot less when he meets olivia and her hot daddy

Let's Raise a Cup by YesIsAWorld

Louis is a telekinetic bartender and uses his super special powers to cheer up recently-broken-up-with Harry.

which is sweeter love or its loss by patdkitten

After he catches his boyfriend cheating on him, Louis runs away from London and answers an ad to housesit an estate in the Yorkshire Moors while the mysterious owner is away. It's easy enough to forget about his problems when confronted with the routine that exists in a former abbey in the moors, when the only people around are a cat and the caretaker.

And then the mysterious owner returns.

Don't Put Out the Glow by backonefish

"He fists out a pair of skinny jeans and a plain black tee. Nothing wrong there. Then he sees an atrocious Hawaiian shirt in Zayn’s hand and he starts digging through the bag urgently, pulling out more and more items that don’t belong to him"

Or: The one where Louis picks up the wrong bag on his way to Paris.

The Powerful, Immovable Object You Can't Change by LiveLaughLoveLarry

627: The dread of your own hotheadedness

Louis couldn't be happier about Lottie and Tommy finally getting married. Except for the presence of his Aunt Martha.

~*~*~

Harry looked between Louis and Martha. “Is this… the aunt?” he asked.

Only Harry could manage to be that polite, yet still manage to convey that much disdain. Louis turned back to Martha, who was frowning at both of them, and gave her a smile that mirrored the false sweetness of her own. “Aunt Martha, this is Harry,” he said. “My boyfriend for the past five years. As you can see, I think he’d have some objections to my finding a nice girl, or a wife. Harry, this is my aunt Martha.”

“Charmed, I'm sure” Harry said, making no motion to shake her hand.

In A World Full Of Wrong (You're The Thing That's Right) by LiveLaughLoveLarry

Harry is a vampire. Louis is a vampire Hunter. This sounds like a bad idea already, doesn’t it? Yeah, it probably was. Feat. Vampire!Zayn and obliviously normal human Niall. When Niall is the most normal person in your life, you know you have problems.

~*~*~

Niall tapped him on the forehead. “He’s not lost, dipshit. It’s just an excuse.”

Harry was well and truly baffled. “Excuse? I – what?”

“He doesn’t ask anyone else to show him the way.”

Harry blinked. “Just me?”

“Just you.”

“But – why?”

Niall gave him a look. “Do I really have to spell it out for you?” He poked Harry in the chest. “He likes you.”

“No way!” Harry said. Then, “Really?”

Coming Home Through the Dark to You by LadyLondonderry

Harry Styles works at the Fox in the Snow, the most hipster coffee joint around. He's got too many roommates and a best friend he met his first day of university who he might very well be head-over-heels for.

#larry #to read #one direction #1d #larry to read #mine

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[SCENARIO REQUEST] Hufflepuff!Seokmin x Hufflepuff!Reader

Written for: @puffyamieyumi

Okay, so this is a Hogwarts AU written for admin Seokminned’s friend, and she was in the Hufflepuff house, so I’m sorry to other Seokmin stans out there that belong to other houses! But it was really fun writing this out and I hope you guys enjoy it anyway!

If you would like some more speculations between more pairings from different houses, feel free to request for them when our requests are open ^^

wooed<3

Half blood from his father’s side, he discovered his powers after a bike crash left him floating in mid-air when he was seven

Wand: springy, unicorn hair core, alder wood, 12"

Patronus: An Australian animal called the Quokka. Seokmin loves it because it’s always smiling like he is

SUCH. A. SWEET. STUDENT.

Fell in love with charms on the first day of class. His eyes just sparkle whenever he does a successful spell, and his amazement and enthusiasm at everything magic just makes him so loved by the professors

Also has a flair in potions. He's known to improvise and experiment (sometimes leading to rather disastrous results), but he never gives up until he finds the combination that gives the most potent results.

He and his best friend Mingyu would often stay behind in the potions room after class to try out these concoctions.

Tried out for quidditch as a beater once but quit out of guilt because a particularly strong hit from him knocked a Slytherin seeker Jihoon right off his broom

He was cured in like, 5 seconds because, well yunno, magic

But it left Seokmin so scarred he never wants to get on a broom ever again

Precious child ;;

Also has a saw whet owl that he LOVES SO DAMN MUCH. She stays perched on his shoulder all the time instead of staying in the owlery.

It’s not allowed, but who would dare tell the cute boy off?

The owl's also too small to be delivering actual packages. His friends point that out on more than one occasion and Seokmin just gasps, reaching over his shoulder to cup his buddy's ears

"Shh don’t listen to them you’re perfect okay?"

You and Seokmin have been pretty close friends since you first met. He sits next to you during the welcome feast

He normally sits next to you in potions. More often than not he has to help you with brewing the concoction at the right temperature

You also represented Hufflepuff as the quidditch team seeker for a year, the same year as Seokmin's first, and last.

He’s saved you from a raging Quaffle more than once during the season, and you’re grateful for that

But you only start getting REALLY close to him during the Christmas of year five

For some reason, neither of you could go home to celebrate that year

Mingyu had his own celebration together with the other prefects, leaving Seokmin feeling lonelier than ever

To be honest Seokmin has already been feeling distanced from his best friend ever since Mingyu became a prefect and got a girlfriend

After lunch, you entered the common room only to see Seokmin sitting by the fire staring blankly into space

"You didn’t go back home for the holidays?"

“Nah..." he sighed.

He explained to you that his muggle side of the family was over for the holidays and his dad wrote to him, asking him to stay away from home a bit because they weren't exactly... receptive

You frowned a little, but understood his issue.

Seokmin has always been such a bright sunny kid, and seeing him looking this forlorn makes you unsettled

“Hey, you wanna play a game of exploding snap?"

You had pretty sharp reflexes as you had been a seeker, after all, but you would think a beater like Seokmin would fare pretty well too?

But no?

You keep laughing as the cards explode in his face

“How are you so bad at this?” “Cards never explode like this back at home!”

You both quickly move on to wizard chess when he accidentally singed his temple

He even teaches you his native muggle games (your favourite one was ddakji and surprisingly Seokmin’s also hilariously bad at it)

The night passes like this. Mingyu and his girl join you with pints of butterbeer afterwards, and the four of you had a blast

Easily your favourite Christmas of Hogwarts

Needless to say, Seokmin and you got reALLY close after this.

You both start walking each other to classes.

He offers to carry your books and parchment for you, but eventually it evolves into a playful game of wingardium-leviosa-hohoho-try-to-catch-your-potions-notebook-nawh-you’re-so-short-it’s-really-endearing

"LEE SEOKMIN YOU’RE DEAD MEAT"

You tackle him in an attempt to wrestle the wand out of his hand but this only causes him to trip

You both fall backwards screaming

Seokmin catches you before you could land badly, but this also leaves you staring at him dead in the eyes

Dammit he’s so frickin adorable

Your books crash-lands at who-knows-where, but you both cant care less

But of course, the moment had to be ruined by someone.

"... AND SEOKMIN SITTIN' IN A TREE. K-I-S-S-I---"

"KIM MINGYU."

But anyway everyone basically knows by now that you and Seokmin have a thing going on

And Seokmin finally confesses to you on Valentine's’ Day.

Whether the flush in his cheeks was due to the February chills, or his embarrassment, you couldn’t really tell.

But either way, you throw yourself onto him with an eager “OH MY GOD, SEOKMIN, YES!”

It comes as no surprise to your friends when you announce that you’re dating him, and tbh everyone is lowkey jealous because you’ve scored the sweetest boi on earth

LIKE OMG IMAGINE

Being really great in Charms, Seokmin gets inspired by the Howler and makes his own spinoff AAAAAAA

You first receive your first ‘Singer’ waking up a week before final examinations, Seokmin’s owl watching you with its adorable, beady eyes.

A WEEK. BEFORE. FINAL EXAMINATIONS. Seokmin had done all this for you!!!!

You open the letter up curiously and imagine your delight, instead of hearing the usual screaming, the letter starts singing in Seokmin’s melodious voice

“I wanna be your morning baby, from now on it’ll be alright~”

You’re melted, you can’t move. RIP you.

After examinations end, you bring him out to the quidditch field to fly, even though Seokmin swears up and down that he’ll never mount a broom again.

“Seokmin, relax, there’s nothing here that can hurt me.”

You eventually coax him to sit behind you on your trusty Starsweep, his larger body spooning yours as you kick off into the air

His grip on your waist tightens as you shoot up towards the sky, and his face is pressed between your shoulder blades.

“Seokmin, I’m fine! You’re fine! Open your eyes!” you yell above the wind as you soar around the school.

And he does, and you’re both greeted by the picturesque sight of the sun dipping beneath the lake

His trepidation eventually melts into exhilarated laughter, and his hands coming to clasp over yours. You loosen your grip on the broom ever so slightly, letting Seokmin take control.

He flies the both of you to a secluded spot between the school towers, and you’re both left to busk in each other’s presence

You had your first kiss suspended in mid air, and to this day you still feel like you’re walking on air

LATE NIGHT ESCAPADES TO THE KITCHENS (bless Hufflepuff’s common room location)!!!!!!

One night when you’re both staying up late to study, you start feeling peckish

Seokmin senses it and gives you a playful grin. “Wanna head down to the kitchens?”

YES

The house-elves recognise you and let you into the kitchen with a lot of knowing smiles

They love the both of you so much tbh. One time, you both nearly get caught by the caretaker on patrol, but the house-elves leap in to save your skins by conjuring up a whole freaking cabinet for you both to hide in

“Was this cabinet always here”

“WHY OF COURSE, SIR. NOTHING SUSPICIOUS HERE.”

Sometimes the elves leave your favourite food out, but at other times Seokmin offers to cook for you instead

And BOY HIS COOKING IS SO DAMN GOOD

It ranges from simple cookies to full-out bubbling, spicy, savoury stews. And you’d sit in a circle feasting together with the house-elves

Mingyu comes in to steal some food occasionally, Seokmin shoos him off. But eventually the two start cooking side by side while you and his girlfriend hang about awkwardly at the table.

Year seven arrives and you both become STRESSED AS HECK

Seokmin really wants to start his own business with his special charmed romantic gifts. They were already in pretty high demand throughout your school after the students discovered his ‘Singer’.

You had your own ambitions too, but you’re most definitely ready to spend your future with Seokmin.

Your dates become a lot less frequent but neither of you minded that much

I mean, you have your whole lives together ahead of you.

That doesn’t mean he stopped giving you gifts and showering you with so much affection every time he sees you

And that also doesn’t mean you stopped checking on him to make sure he’s healthy and happy and that he’s not overworking himself too much

If anything, it just means that your relationship is much stronger than ever.

STUDY DATES FT. YOUR MONTHLY HONEYDUKES STASH

Seokmin makes sure to feed you a piece of your favourite candy every now and then while you’re busy burying your head in books.

From chocolate frogs to sugar quills, both of you’d eat them all

You both take a break once Seokmin unwraps a box of Bertie Botts with a glint in his eyes

“Lee Seokmin, don’t you dare.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun!”

It ends with you happily chewing on a cinnamon bean while he chokes on his earwax-flavoured one.

Essentially, Seokmin would make sure you’re always happy with him

Your NEWTs arrive and a whole month of stress ensues

But that only makes the end of the examinations all the more rewarding

Especially when your beloved boyfriend pulls you out of the great hall once the final exam was adjourned to celebrate, both your delighted laughters ringing through the school.

#seokmin #dk #lee seokmin #seventeen #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenario #seventeen hogwarts au #hogwarts au #scoups #jeonghan #joshua #jun #hoshi #wonwoo #woozi #the8 #mingyu #seungkwan #vernon #dino #seokmin fluff #dokyeom fluff

[bazzledazzled]

Constellations

Words: 3.8k Genre: Hogwarts AU, fluff, bit of angst, mutual pining Ship: Kalek Warnings: none

Description: This is a little gift for @alexfierrno​ for her birthday. Thank you for being such an amazing friend and I hope you enjoy this little Hogwarts AU featuring our favourite people to torture XD

Two first years sat eagerly, waiting to see to which house they would be sorted into. The one was a muggleborn girl with long blonde hair that reached down to her waist with a lavender colour touching the tips. She had a bad case of acne and black-framed glasses with thick lenses. She seemed like the girl people would warn you to stay away from if you wanted to have any chance of being cool. But still she chatted with the kids beside her, asking what house they thought they would be in, how cool magic was and how she always knew it was real, even though the kids in her muggle school started making fun of her for still believing it at age 10.

On the other hand, the other girl, a halfblood, stood off to the side, not really wanting to draw attention to herself. She had black hair with a few shocks of red running through it done, unlike the other girl, with magic. She lived in a household surrounded by it 24/7 to do simple tasks that nobody could really bring themselves to do. Cooking, cleaning, making their beds, laundry. Everything. Magic was a thing that seemed to be around every corner of the girl’s life that she already knew she wouldn’t get as excited as the blonde during her years at Hogwarts. What fascinated her the most is how the girl managed to get her hair that wonderful shade of lavender without using magic….

“Alicia Tamsen Middleton!” Professor McGonagall called, startling the black-haired girl. Taking a deep breath, she stood up, deciding not to draw more attention by correcting the headmistress. Everyone’s eyes trailing on her, not leaving for a second makes her want to run away so she doesn’t ever see another person again. It made her heart pound as she rushed to the stool on the stage. Delicately, the worn hat was placed on her head.

She sat there for a full five minutes. The hat debated back and forth, not sure if her traits were those of a brave Gryffindor or an ambitious Slytherin.

In the end, the hat roared, “SLYTHERIN!” There was a roar as students welcomed their fellow house member. On the benches, the blonde girl sat practically bouncing, wondering what house she would be in. Maybe she’d be in Slytherin with the Alicia girl, or maybe the house of the famous Harry Potter who she had only just started learning about. She was so lost in thought that she almost didn’t hear them call her name.

“Kathryn Madison Rayburn!”

“It’s Katie,” Katie murmured as she walked up to the stool slowly. She sat on it and closed her eyes as the hat was slowly put on her head. It seemed like forever, but the hat had barely touched her head before it called, “HUFFLEPUFF!” The Hufflepuff house table all stood up, cheering excitedly, making Katie fill with joy. Finally she would belong somewhere.

Two years later they were on their way to their first Hogsmeade trip. Katie was practically the sun she was so full of energy. Alek watched from far away, a small smile on her face. She had to admit, the Hufflepuff girl had more light than the brightest star in the galaxy. She was constantly waving to people in the halls, even if they were total strangers that she had never seen before that day. As much as Alek tried, Katie always seemed to try and drag her into something to make her time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry worthwhile, even if she was just planning to go day to day with nothing eventful. She organized study groups, book clubs (which was actually starting to become really popular. Students especially enjoyed the muggle story about Percy Jackson), and was always sitting with another student everyday, including those from other houses.

Everyone knew Katie Rayburn, everyone liked Katie at least a little bit, but nobody seemed to be her real friend. There was nobody that seemed constant enough, and sometimes it bothered the poor girl late at night when she was supposed to be asleep. Sure, it was all fun and games, socializing and laughing a few good laughs with a few nice people, but nobody sought her out the next day or asked if they could walk to class with her.  She was the girl that was there for you, but nobody was there for her. It bothered Katie more than it should.

Now, getting ready to depart, she walked towards Alek, a girl she never talked to much because, well, she never seemed to want to. But something in her features… it showed loneliness, and nobody should be lonely on a day such as this.

“Hi!” Katie says, standing in front of Alek with a blinding smile. Alek, who was sketching on a notepad, jumped, turning to her. The first thing she noticed were her big hazel eyes, framed with the black glasses. They were an awkward shade where you could argue that her eyes were green, but if you looked close enough brown took over with the occasional shock of gold. Alek, the artist that she was, could spend hours describing and colouring the beauty that was Katie’s eyes, but she had other things to worry about. Like the fact that someone was talking to her. Great.

“Hello?” Alek says, her voice raising in pitch to a question, not sure how to respond.

“Whatcha drawing?” Katie asks, sitting down beside her. Alek scrambled to turn the notebook over, not wanting the girl to see.

“N-nothing.” Katie, bless her, just shrugged and said, “Okay.”

“Are you excited for Hogsmeade?” she said, practically bouncing up and down with energy. Alek shrugged.

“Sure I guess. I’ve been there before, though.” Katie gasped excitedly, and her energy levels went from 5 to 924837328210 in two seconds.

“OH MY GODS YOU’VE BEEN TO HOGSMEADE??? OH GODS WHAT WAS IT LIKE?” Alek shifted over a little, wary.

“It was okay I guess. A good place if you want all your money to go down the drain. Especially Honeydukes.”

“Honeydukes?” Katie asks, tilting her head with curiosity. Alek found herself flushing.

“Y-yeah it’s this candy store that sells all kinds of weird sweets. But they’re really good. I wouldn’t mind some myself,” she says, her stomach growling.

“Okay that is our first stop.”

“Our?” Katie looked away.

“I-I--well--I assumed that you might want to--um--”

“You want to spend the day at Hogsmeade with me?” Alek says, sounding shocked.

“Well… yeah. But only if you want to,” she says in a rush, her words practically melting into each other. And then, for the first time in a long time, a grin broke on Alek’s face as she stood up.

“That would be nice,” Alek half-sings, not realizing she’s doing it. Katie gives her a befuddled look.

“W-was that…? Was that a Hamilton reference?” Alek’s ears turn bright pink.

“IT WAS WASN’T IT!” Alek says nothing. Katie coughs.

“Well then let’s start over, shall we?” Alek looks at her, furrowing her brows.

“‘Pardon me, are you Aaron Burr, sir?’” Alek might’ve died.

“‘That depends, who’s asking?’” Katie giggles.

“‘Oh sure, sir. I’m Alexander Hamilton, I’m at your service, sir. I have been looking for you--’”

“‘I’m getting nervous.’” Alek actually starts to shift. Katie stands up and takes her hand.

“I found a Hamilton fan I am actually lowkey dying.” Alek looks away.

“My mom likes--liked--it.” There’s a question in there somewhere that should be asked, but Katie decides against it. The way Alek seemed to fold in on herself told her that it was a subject she didn’t want to talk about.

“Oh cool. I just heard about it through social media and stuff.” Before either of them could get another word in, the teachers started to round everyone up to go to Hogsmeade and the subject of Hamilton was abandoned in favour of the subject of Honeydukes and some drink called Butterbeer (which still, to this day, shocked Alek that Katie had never heard about it). For once, Alek was glad to be in the presence of another person.

“Would it be bad if I hurled this textbook in the lake so that the merpeople could get educated instead of me?” Katie says, groaning and closing her textbook with a thump. Her and Alek were sitting on the lawns of Hogwarts, studying for their OWLs. Katie loved magic, probably more than anything, but there come a point in one's life where they have had enough of reading about what herbs go to which potions and which plants are the most dangerous ones known to magic.

Alek chuckles. “That would be unfair to the merpeople, Katie.” She doesn’t look up from her Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook.

“Okay you’re right… but that still doesn’t make me want to hurl this book as far as I can.” Alek looked up, a small, teasing smile on her face.

“Alright Rayburn no need to get vicious there….”

“I know you want to do it too.” Alek acts like she’s debating back and forth between the two choices, but really there was no choice.

“Yeah true.” Katie sets her textbook aside and scoots closer to Alek.

“How about we don’t study.”

“What?”

“Let’s do something else.”

“Who are you and what have you done with Kathryn Rayburn?” Katie wrinkles her nose.

“I hate being called Kathryn.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Wow great reason Katie.”

“I know right? It’s the best reason known to man.” Alek rolls her eyes, her smile widening by the second.

“You’re a dork.”

“Says the dork.”

“Why am I a dork?”

“Because you’re a dork.”

“Okay we definitely need to work on your reasoning skills.” Katie sticks her tongue out, making Alek giggle uncontrollably. Only Katie had that power.

“But seriously,” Katie says, pulling Alek’s textbook away and pushing the notebooks and pencils away. “When was the last time we had any fun?” Her eyes are sparkling.

“543 days, 34 hours, 21 minutes, and 13 seconds ago why?”

“Geeze Alek what the freak?”

“What I get bored.” Katie shakes her head, laughing.

“We have two days before our OWLs and we’ve been cramming this stuff in for two weeks. Let’s do something else.”

“Like what, your royal majesty?” There’s a mischievous glint in Katie’s eyes.

“Like this.” And then, she grabs Alek’s hand, pulling her to her feet, and runs to the nearest body of water, jumping in and dragging Alek with her. They break to the surface and and Alek gasps.

“KATIE WHAT THE FRICK???” Katie laughs and pushes her wet dreadlocks out of her eyes.

“We’re having fun.”

“You just jumped off a cliff into a lake.”

“Alek there was barely a drop.”

“Still.” Katie shakes her head.

“Just swim with me Alek.” And so they did.

Later, they sat in the woods, their clothes damp and hair wet, laughing at a joke that Alek made. They watched the sun disappear through the trees, fading into night, the stars starting to blink into existence. Katie lies in Alek’s lap, naming off the different constellations.

“...And this one is the--” She falls silent, her voice fading into a snore and Alek looked down to see that she fell asleep, a small smile on her lips, her hazel eyes closed and glasses starting to fall off her face. Alek’s face cracked into a smile as she slowly picked up Katie in her arms, making sure to hold her gently, and carried her back to Hogwarts. Katie fidgeted in Alek’s grip, turning around and wrapping her arms around Alek, mumbling, “Mr. Snuggles you give the best hugs.” Alek snorted, going into the Hufflepuff dormitory and setting Katie gently on her bed (they both know how to get into each others dorms).

“Night,” she whispers, hovering at the door for a second before leaving. There should be more people like Katie Rayburn in the world.

Katie didn’t know when it started. How her mind suddenly inverted the picture that was Alek Middleton and saw something that was a lot different.

Maybe it was when she commented on her hair when she got it cut to her shoulders. Maybe it was when she admitted that she missed Katie’s all-too-nerdy glasses when she got contacts. Maybe it was when her arm casually brushed Katie’s as she reached across the table for the butter.

There was two things that Katie was sure of though. 1) Alek was extremely hot. Hotter than any person has a right to be and (dare she say it) more beautiful than the goddess of beauty herself, Aphrodite. 2) Katie was very, very gay for Alek Middleton.

It was a weird sense of vertigo when she realized it. One moment, she was planning on finding someone to take to the school dance, the next she didn’t want to go with anyone but her. Where one moment she wanted to give her a hug, the next she was wondering what it would feel like to kiss her.

Maybe these thoughts were with her all along. That’s how most things are. But now they demanded her attention, and Katie had no idea what to do with them.

I’m in love with my best friend.

“Today you will be making the amortentia potion with your partners,” their potions teacher says, displaying the potion for all to see. There was a chorus of oohs and ahhs, everyone knowing the effects of this powerful love potion.

“We have already learned about this potion before, so I won’t explain it, but now it is time to make it. Turn to page 461 in your books, please.” Everyone did as told and Alek turned to Katie and pretended to gag, which made Katie giggle.

“Work on this with your partners, without help, and we’ll see how many of you get yours to the lovely shade of pink we see here.” Immediately, students started to work, eager for the challenge. Alek rolls her eyes.

“What possible use is a love potion?” Katie shrugs, getting her tools and ingredients out.

“Sometimes people just need someone.”

“But resorting to a love potion? Not only is that shallow but it’s… wrong.” Katie starts to cut herbs.

“Maybe so. But the teacher told us to do it so we’re doing it.” Katie, for one, was eager to see what she would smell. Would it be baking cookies? Or maybe old books? Or candles. She really likes candles.

But perhaps it wouldn’t be much of a change. She was already standing close to Alek, considering the cramped room and all, and she was able to smell her rosemary shampoo that made her hair so soft (like really soft). Knowing the fact that she was helplessly in love with Alek, she would probably smell the same thing she smells now.

They worked quickly and efficiently, chopping ingredients, grinding herbs, pouring them in the boiling pot. Soon, theirs turned the same shade of pink as the one on display.

“Well done girls!” their teacher disappeared again to critique someone else's who messed up horribly.  Alek wrinkles her nose.

“Geeze Katie did you use the whole bottle of perfume this morning?” she asks. Katie quickly went through her morning routine, trying to remember if she even chose to wear perfume today. She woke up late and mostly stumbled around, half asleep. She brushed her teeth, took out her retainer, and left the bathroom without any makeup or perfume. Um.

“Alek… I’m not.. Um… wearing perfume today…” Someone behind them laughs, trying to cover it up with a cough. Alek ignored them, freezing on the spot. She sniffed again. Yep that was definitely Katie’s rose perfume she stole from her mom. But if she wasn’t wearing it today then that meant….

“Oh gods.”  Alek rubbed her eyes, sitting down. Was she….? Did she….?

“Alek?” Katie steps closer, concern in her beautiful hazel eyes. She’s drawn them a million times, never quite satisfied with how they came out. She could never capture the sparkle and kaleidoscope of colours.

“Katie?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you smell?” She thinks for a second, choosing her words carefully.

“Rosemary.” No freaking way. Did Katie…? No of course not. Alek was just trying to sort through her mess of emotions while being hopeful of something that didn’t exist. Their friendship wasn’t like that…. Was it?

Suddenly, Alek rethought her whole life.

Oh gods I do like her.

“I-I gotta go. I think I’m going to be sick.” Katie stands up.

“I’ll go with you.”

“N-no I’m fine.” And then, she got up and rushed out of the room, spilling a bottle of powdered moonstone.

And then, she locked herself in the bathroom for the rest of the day.

Katie couldn’t find Alek anywhere. She wasn’t in her dorms, she wasn’t outside, she skipped all of her classes for that day, she just disappeared. It was worrying, and Katie didn’t know what she would do with herself if something were to happen to Alek. Alek was her best friend who was always there for her, even when in fourth year that boy broke her heart by cheating on her with some Gryffindor girl. Alek who was ready to punch a kid in the face for any of her friends, especially if they made a rude comment regarding Katie’s weight. Alek, who she’s been in love with for at least a year now. Alek with her beautiful bronze skin and brown eyes that made Katie melt like chocolate. The small dimples that appeared on her face when she smiled. But now Alek was gone, and Katie could do nothing but hope that she wasn’t doing something stupid.

Meanwhile Alek was on the Astronomy tower, staring at the stars. It started to become a coping mechanism for her. When she was lost an alone, she would go up here as the cool wind blew lightly on her face, wrapped up in one of her old quidditch sweaters. If it was night, like it usually was when she woke up from a nightmare, she would stare at the stars, hearing Katie’s voice sing the names of the constellations, sometimes telling her stories about Orion or other heroes featured in the stars. She could even hear her voice now, even though it was broad daylight, telling her about stars that weren’t visible with the sun shining brighter than them all.

Katie was like the sun. She was bright, she brought happiness, she made the normal fog of the school days lift and felt Alek with a warmth that she wasn’t able to explain. Until now.

I’m in love with my best friend. 

Katie Rayburn, the girl who talked about stars like they weren’t just dots flickering across the sky like scattered marbles. Katie with hair made of gold and eyes Alek could spend days and days talking about. Katie with the personality of an overexcited puppy as she dragged Alek through Hogsmade, forcing them to eat candy until they were sick. 

Katie who could never possibly love her back. Alek hugs her arms around her knees, her worn cardigan slipping off her shoulders slightly. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, bringing with it the cold night chill that seemed to reside deep into her bones. The only warmth came from the fires of love burning in Alek’s heart. They’ve always been there and they always made her content with her life, but now they were slowly dying, the look of embarrassment on Katie’s face flitting through her closed eyelids, as if it was a bad thing for your best friend to love you. 

Alek turns at the sound of footsteps, ready to growl at anyone who decides to comment on her tearstained face or laugh at her for being gay and outing herself in front of the whole class, and more importantly, Katie. 

But it was not a petty Gryffindor marching up to make fun of a Slytherin, as things usually went at Hogwarts. No. It was a girl with bright red cheeks from the cold bundled in a jacket and yellow and black scarf and matching hat. She had freckles like the constellations she loved so dearly and golden locks that Alek wanted to run her fingers through as she pressed her lips to her lip glossed ones. 

“K-Katie?” Alek says, her teeth chattering. Upon further inspection, Alek sees that Katie’s eyes are red and puffy like she’s been crying. She breaths out a sigh of relief and rushes over to where Alek is sitting, scooping her into a hug. Alek is too surprised to react. 

“Don’t you ever do that again,” Katie says, burying her face in Alek’s hair, breathing in the scent of rosemary. Alek’s confused.

“W-what?” 

“Alek you can’t just.... disappear like that. I was so worried and when I heard where you were--” Katie falters, fresh tears falling her eyes. Alek turns to her. 

“Oh Katie I... I didn’t realize--” Katie just shakes her head, then puts her hands on both sides of Alek’s face.

“Just promise me you won’t run off like that again, okay?” A tear falls from Alek’s eye as she realizes she screwed up massively. But she nods.

“I promise, Katie.”

“Good.” And that’s when Katie Rayburn, the brightest star of all, kisses her. 

Alek doesn’t know how to describe it. It’s like walking into your home, its familiar scent enveloping you in a warm hug, but at the same time it’s like exploring a vast new territory full of adventure and heart racing risks. Kissing Katie feels like a fire consuming her from the inside of her stomach out until her whole body is reduce to a pile of ash, but it also feels like she’s holding her together. Alek reaches her hands up into Katie’s soft hair, leaning forward so she’s closer. She can’t seem to be close enough.

Katie’s the first to pull away, gasping with a huge smile on her face, her lip gloss smeared and her hair a tangled mess. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.”

“I.... I don’t understand.” Katie giggles, touching her forehead to Alek’s.

“Don’t you see? I’ve loved you for years, Alek.”

“You have?”

“Of course. Who couldn’t love you? You’re-you’re... perfect.” A small blush spreads across Alek’s face. She’s no longer cold anymore. Katie’s embrace is one of the warmest she’s ever received. 

Alek gives Katie an eskimo kiss, laughter starting to bubble out of her chest. “I could say the same about you, Katie.” Katie’s ears go red. 

“Katie I... I love you.”

#YAYYYYYY #ITS DONE #AFTER SO MANY MONTHS OF WORK #hogwarts #harry potter (ish) #kalek #katie rayburn #alek middleton #candy and alex's ocs #HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAN U WONDERFUL HUMAN BEING ILYSM

[artificialqueens]

Dancing Shoes - Chapter 2 (Biadore)

Adore step foot into the small oak shop, a quiet ding on the door causing the woman that Adore saw Tuesday to snap her head up, her loose curled hair swaying when the cold air entered, the coconut smell from Bianca’s hair combed her nostrils as she focused on the blurred figure in front of her. Bianca and Adore’s eyes connected for 5 seconds, until Adore was interrupted with the oak wood door with stained glass hit her in the shoulder, causing her to trip to the left, grabbing shoes that were neatly presented. Adore fell, like a damn idiot. She blushed furiously as she heard Bianca chuckle to herself, pushing her black long hair to the side to see Bianca run to her, containing a hysterical laugh between her tinted red lips.

“Are you okay there?” Bianca grabbed the shoes that fell, looking at a red Adore that tried relentlessly apologising only to be silenced by Bianca.

“It’s okay, I know its horrible weather out there. Come sit by the heater.” Bianca smiled, motioning to the little heater at the side of the shop, a wooden cushion bench positioned opposite.

Adore looked at the cosy shop around her then into Bianca’s warm honey like eyes, looking at them.and falling into them again. It was like a swimming pool of chocolate and Adore couldn’t resist coming back. Adore was eventually brought back to reality, snapping her head back a little as Bianca’s long legs stretched up to stand up, walking to her front desk where a customer waited patiently.

Adore whimpered at the embarrassing moment where a possibly mid 40-year-old man holding a pair of fluffy size 4 heels for his possible 6-year-old granddaughter who held a teddy bear that stared a little too much into Adores soul. With that, Adore stood up promptly dusting her boyfriend jeans. Bianca shifted her eyes quickly to Adore then smiled to the man handing him change. Adore smiled nervously as they walked out the door, staring a little too much at her still tomato face. The wind blew in her face as the door opened then turned yellow where the heater tinted the oak shop yellow.

“He had something up his ass,” Bianca checked the till checking the suspicious bill the man handed to her.

“I could tell.” Adore chuckled, nodding her head as she walked up to the till.

“Let me guess, you’re either an accountant,” Adore motioned her head to the ordered dollar bills. “A teacher,” Adore referenced them mass amounts of paperwork Bianca had in their first meeting. “Or just a normal shoe shop owner.”

Bianca looked at the orange glimmer her skin then back to her eyes, she smiled cracking and her dimples beaming. “You got two right.”

Adore looked up from her long lashes, puckering her lips. She observed a quick minute and thanked whoever brought Bianca here today for Adore to witness her beauty. “I never would have pegged you as an accountant.” Adore made the remark, smirking a little contently as she looked at the shoes on the self.

“I help run this shop with my friend Raja,” Adore cut of off quickly knowing that wasn’t all the answer. “But?” Bianca cackled, bringing her hand up to her lips. “But, in daytime, I’m a professor at NYU and a fashion designer.”

“Hot.” Adore blurted out, already feeling comfortable with Bianca already to joke around with her. It definitely was a weird feeling, it was nice but Adore couldn’t put her finger on why she was trusting this stranger, it certainly is weird, her mother would not be proud. In her mind, adore was freaking out.

This beautiful, nice looking lady who may be a little older than her was a professor at a university. How fucking cool is that? Adore already made the assumption she was highly intelligent, something adore thought she wasn’t. Bianca cackled a little louder leaning against the oak counter, observing Adores outfit choices a little more, getting the impression of a grunge and hippie vibe.

“This bitter old bitch? Never,” Bianca remarked whilst walking towards where Adore was standing. “How could I help you today?” Adore took her bag from her bag and ruffled about in it, holding the petit back on her ripped jean knee. There was an oof and ah from Adore until she pulled out a stingy old pair of tap shoes.

“These. These need an upgrade.”

“A barista and a dancer.” Bianca smiled a little, she never would have imagined Adore to be a dancer, she had imagined she would be a great dancer. The stage lights bouncing off her skin, her long hair whipping every time she turned.

“Tap dancer?”

“Tap, Ballet, Street. Y'know the normal things.” Adore chuckled, her eyes looking bright and starred as Bianca stared contently at Adore and her shoes. Bianca’s mind grew happier thinking about Adore dancing and loving the art and sport.

“I think I can find your something for you,” Bianca smiled, motioning Adore to the stock room, watching Adore falling behind like a lost puppy. “Got a competition coming up?” Bianca asked curiously, looking through the boxes stacked in the cold room.

“Kind of, my dance teacher suggested I needed new ones. I guess I was just holding back but I knew myself I needed new tap shoes. Oh, I like those red ones!” Adore shut her mouth up as soon as she mumbled a lot to the older women that could probably read her to filth.

Bianca just stopped to look at the shoes for a moment, going back to looking through the boxes. “What’s your size?” Bianca asked quickly, shocking Adore a little.

“Size, Uh um Size 6 and a half.” Adore nodded to herself watching the older woman stack a few boxes, and sorting a few untidy things in the stock room. The headed out to the normal shop. Does Bianca do this for all her customers?

“You go dancing school?”

“Yeah, Beyond Belief.”

“Oh, I know a teacher there, Alyssa Edwards?” Adore smiled at the mention of her teacher as she nodded to Bianca. “She’s one crazy bitch.”

“I second that.” Adore giggled into her small hand as Bianca grabbed 4 boxes in her hand for Adore to try on. Bianca sat on a small couch patting the seat beside her, Adore obliging quickly hoping it will bring them both closer. Bianca undid the laces of a black coloured tap shoes, shined to perfection and laced up, they were beautiful but Adore focused on Bianca’s reflection.

“So is tap your favourite kind of dance?” Bianca asked, genuinely curious.

“Not really, My friend Trixie is amazing at tap though. I like all of them, me and my friend Violet both do aerial lessons every Wednesday. I like that too.”

“Aerial, like burlesque?” Adore nodded as she felt Bianca’s eyes burn into her face, trying to figure out the girl. It was weird, but comforting.

“Try these on.” Bianca handed her the black shoes, Adore slipped them on then proceeded to shake her head, feeling like they’ll be a while yet but the warm, cinnamon aura surround the two that stole glimpses and giggles.

-

Adore decided on a burgundy pair of tap shoes that fit her feet perfectly and hit perfectly on the ground. Bianca had got a taste of a little tap when she was trying it against the wooden panel floor, and in her opinion, it was fantastic preview of 5 seconds. Bianca was at the till, Adore opposite as she took her ruined wallet put her bag, Bianca looking down briefly then to look up again.

“You are very talented at tap dancing,” Bianca smiled, putting the box in a small brown bag. “Good for a kid.” Adore giggled into her hand and smiled, clutching her wallet.

“My friend Trixie that I mentioned earlier, she is much better.”

“That’ll be $24.69 please.” Bianca popped open the small till, accepting the $10 and $5 bill Adore handed, counting the change.

“She even performs every Saturday at the bar downtown,” Adore smiled, picking the brown bag up gracefully. “I’m going to see her tonight.”

“Sounds lovely, I should drop by sometime.” Bianca leaned against the desk, feeling the desk between her.

“Sometime. Thank you so much again Bianca, I hope to speak soon.” Adore giggled lightly and waved at Bianca before exiting the door.

The bell ringed through Bianca’s ears and caused her smile to turn bigger and cheesier. “You’re welcome, dove.”

The last few moments replayed in Bianca’s head, making her head spin at an opportunity of a new friend.

An actual friend.

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[nemohamoran]

My Town; Chapter Four - Nice weather today

Summary:  Jade has had problems making friends all her life so when she is offered to study far away from home, of course she takes the chance with the hopes to outrun her past. What she doesn’t expect is that another girl from her home town has made it into her university as well… and now she is scared she will lose everything once again.

Pairing(s): Perrie/Jade, Leigh-Anne/Jordan, Jesy/Jake

Warnings: none (maybe later on)

Word Count: 4,721

A/N: Here is chapter four! Please send me some feedback once you’re finished with this chapter maybe, I always really appreciate it!

Leigh didn't have any of Jade's excuses anymore so Jade gave up after another week trying to escape the lunch together with the other three girls. At least Perrie had seemed to given up on trying to seek a conversation with her as well, putting Jade at ease as well.  

But the less Perrie was talking the more eager Jesy and Leigh-Anne seemed to be to make them get along. Jade could tell by the way that Jesy would ask her a question about herself and then immediately look at Perrie and say, "Isn't that pretty cool?"  

Jade guessed that, for whatever reason, Jesy was trying to get rid of the bad image Perrie seemed to have of Jade that she had gathered back in South Shields and shared with Jesy and Leigh-Anne. Jade really did appreciate the sentiment, although she could not understand why Jesy would go these lengths for her. It would be so much easier for her if she just believed Perrie and they stopped being friends with Jade.

Of course that was not what she wanted. She was so, so, so happy to finally have some people that she was able to call her friends (even if it was a bit awkward with Perrie around). But she had expected Jesy and Leigh-Anne to run off and leave her to herself as soon as Perrie shared whatever she knew about Jade (or at least assumed to know).  

"I heard you talk to your mum on the phone last night. What was that about a piano?" Leigh-Anne asked her and caused Jade to snap out of her thoughts.

She had completely forgotten about her conversation with her mother the previous night up until now, "Oh well. We have this grand piano at home but I stopped playing a while ago so I told her she might as well sell it. I only really play violin now, even though I don't take lessons anymore."  

"I've never seen you play the violin!" Leigh-Anne replied shocked and looked at her with wide, disbelieving eyes.

Jade turned red and shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal. "I didn't want to bother you. I usually practised a little bit when I had a free period and you were sat in a lecture or with Jordan, like last weekend."  

"I love violin music," Perrie blurted out and surprised Jade looked at her, not really sure she had actually just heard the blonde... sort of compliment her on her hobby.  

Jesy grabbed the opportunity quickly and butted in, "Jade, you should totally play something for Perrie some day."

Jade tried to avoid looking at Perrie and Jesy and gave a vague answer that she wasn't that good at it and didn’t really like playing in front of others (she wouldn't have to tell them that she had held regular concerts at her violin school together with others for events like Christmas).  

"Come on, I'm sure it will be fun."  

"She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to..." Perrie muttered, once again taking Jade by surprise. The last couple of times that they had eaten together, Perrie had barely said anything to her and now she was suddenly being nice to her?

Jade's brain told her that this was just the calm before the storm. She remembered the fellow classmates back in High School that had suddenly started becoming friendly, only to ask her for her notes and homework and then kept dropping her to go out with other friends or ignore her when she said she wasn't feeling well.  

But she didn't want to believe this. She was tired to constant vigilance, of always having to look over her shoulder and having to listen carefully whenever Perrie was speaking.

So far she hadn't said a single bad word but Jade was always so intensely focused on whatever Perrie was saying out of fear that she might miss something and that something she hadn't paid attention to would be used against her.  

Suddenly, a thought struck her. What if she managed to make Perrie like her? And erased whatever image Perrie might have of her from South Shields? Before she could re-assess the whole situation her mouth was open and words fell out. She was unable to stop herself and if she had only thought about it for another millisecond, she knew she wouldn't have made such an offer. "No, I mean why not? If I love playing the violin and you like hearing it, then sure."  

The other three looked at her surprised for a moment but then Leigh-Anne and Jesy grinned widely at Perrie as if to encourage her to go along with the idea. "Yeah, I mean, if you don't mind?" She stuttered hesitantly.  

Jade's mind was racing and she didn't know whether she wanted this or not but if it meant she could have some friends in her life, she was willing to accept this risk. What did she have to lose? Either she'd make the most of it and maybe win Perrie over, or she could just sit back idly while she lost these girls like she had lost all of her other friends so far.  

"How about you come over some day this week to my and Leigh's room and I'll play something for you – do you have any favourite violinists that I could cover?"

"You would do that?" Perrie asked, taken aback. She was obviously not used to Jade making an effort with her and her sudden change caused all three of the girls to stare at her in amazement. "I wouldn't call myself an expert on violin music, I really just like the sound of it and I... I don't know too much violin music, I don't know."  

Jade smiled in a friendly and polite manner, waving her hand. "That's alright, I'm sure I'll find something. Hopefully you'll like it." Her heart was racing within her chest and she felt as if the girls were going to stare at her anymore she was going to... she didn't know what was going to happen but everything felt a bit too much in this very moment. "Uh yeah, sorry, I gotta go. I forgot I have to bring back a book from the library today! I'll see you around – Perrie, just text me about the time. Leigh can give you my number in case you don't have it yet."

Grabbing her things quickly and trying not to show how red her entire head was in this very moment, she stumbled away from their table and out of the room. It was starting to get colder outside and she took in a deep breath of fresh air as soon as she was out of the building. The low temperatures cooled down her hot face a little bit and she let out a breath of relief, just standing still for a minute to recollect herself.  

She had actually just invited Perrie over for a one-on-one session in whatever form you may want to call it. She had actually just given Perrie the free pass to humiliate her and finally tell her about all the things she had heard from her.  

Huffing out a cloud of air into the cold she decided she would not let this happen. She was a stronger person now – she had come all this way down from South Shields on her own, had started engaging in conversations by herself and she was a responsible student. She wouldn't let Perrie walk all over her. She would make her like her, she would make her her friend and they would get along brilliantly once Jade showed her that she wasn't a total mess-up and not a total freak.  

She could pull this off.  

…  

Jade had just started scrolling through her instagram feed during one of her worse moments in a boring lecture as her phone vibrated silently in her hand and a small WhatsApp bubble appeared at the top of the screen, indicating a new text message.  

It was from a number she hadn't saved and before she read the message she already knew who had sent her the message.  

Her heart immediately picked up pace as she clicked on the text,  

Hey, Jade! It's me, Perrie. Leigh gave me your number as you said, hope that's still okay. Would you still be up to play some violin while I listen?

She added the monkey emoji that hid its face behind its hands and the softly smiling yellow face that Jade would usually consider a blushing. She looked up at her professor who was still dragging on her monotonous speech without noticing her on her phone, and then proceeded to type out a reply for Perrie.  

Sure it's okay ^^ What day are you free this week?  

She quickly saved the blonde in her phone, simply as 'Perrie' and then put her phone down for a good two minutes, pretending to listen to the lecture and pretending not to hear the vibration of her phone as Perrie sent her a new text. If she replied too quickly, she would appear desperate, right? She wasn't a very socially active person but she had heard things.  

Not being able to keep herself waiting she picked up her phone again to read the younger girl's message, telling her that any day would be fine and that Jade should choose as she was the one that was putting in the most effort.  

The problem was that Jade wasn't very assertive. She was used to just being dragged along and agreeing to everything people suggested. Why did Perrie give her the option of any day now? What if she suggested Saturday evening and then Perrie would say that she already had plans to go out with some of her other uni friends? What if she suggested Wednesday noon and Perrie had a class at that time she didn't want to miss?  

Pulling herself together she decided just to go for it. If she didn't like it, Perrie could make a suggestion herself. Eventually they would come to a conclusion – or Perrie would decide there was no point in meeting up for something so simple and it would save Jade the embarrassment of being alone with the blonde. What do you think about Friday around 6pm?, she asked and added a confidently smiling emoji to pretend she was confident when she was, in fact, shitting her pants. She wanted Perrie to think she was a bubbly and happy person that would be fun to hang out with.  

Sounds good to me, the blonde replied, adding the blushing cute emoji once more.  

Jade's heart rose within her chest and she decided not to reply as she didn't want to seem too needy. Perrie shouldn't think that Leigh, Jesy and (maybe?) her were her only friends so she needed to keep calm and not message her every five seconds, showing her she was always available.  

Well, that sounded wrong.  

But before Jade had any time to think about it anymore, her lecturer seemed to suddenly notice that the attention of most students had shifted to something else and her unexpected louder tone caused Jade to jump in her seat, stuffing her cell into her rucksack.  

The words that followed once the situation in the lecturing hall had settled down Jade tried to focus on what her professor was telling everyone with new found confidence, but Jade simply couldn't pay attention to. Her heart was racing and her mind was focused on Perrie and their exchanged text messages. She was nervous as hell – for weeks now she had avoided being alone with Perrie at all costs but now she had no choice but to meet with her.

What had she gotten herself into? What had she been thinking?

Calm down, she told herself. This is for the best. Once Perrie likes you as well you'll feel more relaxed as well – and if she doesn't like you... well, then you won't be worrying anymore either and just get it over with.  

The aspect of losing Jesy and especially her roommate Leigh-Anne caused her heart to contract painfully for a moment. Never in her life had she felt as accepted as she did around these two girls and she wasn't ready to give it all up yet. But if she wanted to keep those friends she would have to start being a mature adult and take matters into her own hands instead of hiding behind literally everything and everyone.  

…  

Friday approached way too quickly and the more time passed the more nervous all four girls seemed to get. Jade didn't know why Jesy and Leigh-Anne were getting so worked up over this whole situation but she decided it was probably the best not to ask. Her horrible thoughts kept telling her that they knew something that she didn't, that Perrie had planned something for their... well, what was it? The thought to consider it a date simply terrified Jade. She had never ever gone on a date, let alone asked someone out.  

All she had done was invite Perrie over to listen to her playing the violin.

What would make it a date? What were the implications that something was more than just two people hanging out?  

When she had imagined dates with boys from her school when she was a bit younger she thought that she would wait until he would call it a date. Ask her out, take her to a restaurant and pay the bill even after she had offered to pay for her bit. As old-fashioned as it was she thought that if a guy enjoyed a date he would probably feel the need to pay for her (although she would never require it).  

But this was a different situation. Both her and Perrie were girls, plus they weren't going anywhere that would require any form of payment as it was just their dorm and Jade playing the violin mostly for her own enjoyment; the only difference was that the blonde would be watching her.  

Somehow it felt rather intimate. She had never even played in front of Leigh-Anne and she had been living with her for quite a while now; she had always found an hour or two to herself where she could play the violin without disturbing Leigh-Anne. It was also something quite personal to her. Whenever she played the violin she didn't feel the need to impress anyone, which mostly had to do with the fact that she never really played for anyone but herself. It was just her way to release stress and she had played since she was a young child.  

"I'll see you tonight," Perrie had smiled happily at Jade before turning around quickly and leaving the dining hall in which they had had lunch together on Friday and as the brunette made her way back from her last class of the day to the dorms, her heart started rising in her chest until it was thumping vividly in her throat. Constantly checking her phone for the time - half past four when she was left the building –, she subconsciously moved faster than she usually would.  

The ring of Perrie's voice in her ears turned her face red. What did the blonde think this was? She couldn't possibly consider this a date after everything that had happened the past couple of weeks, could she? Jade had avoided her at all costs and if Jade's assumptions were right, Perrie thought that she was a weirdo or a freak anyway and nobody would want to go on a date with someone like her.  

She really needed to stop this way of negative thinking. It was tiresome to constantly put herself down but this voice inside of her head just wouldn't shut the hell up.  

After putting away her note book and bag, she immediately pulled out her violin – Leigh-Anne was nowhere to be seen, probably to leave Perrie and her alone (the thought caused Jade's stomach to turn with nerves) – and began to practise the song she had prepared. Today it was going to be a very well known violin piece by Vivaldi, just because she didn't want to overwhelm Perrie.  

Le Quattro Stagioni was a fast piece but it was beautiful and Jade had performed it at a small concert of her violin school when she was fifteen so she had practised it a lot over the past couple of years. It shouldn't be too much of a problem for her now.  

Taking a deep breath she put her chin on her instrument and watched as the bow stroked over the four strings relatively quick. If it was another and slower piece, maybe Allegro Poco Mosso by César Franck, she would have been able to play with her eyes closed and just relax to the sound of the instrument, but this required her to focus. She wanted to quieten the sound of her heavy heart and it would only work if she put all her energy into this piece.  

Going over it a few times she barely noticed how much closer the time was ticking to six and when she next looked at the digital numbers on her phone's lock screen, she nearly had a heart attack. She had been so focused on playing on her instrument that she wouldn't have anymore time to get ready unless Perrie would be absolutely, terrifyingly late.  

The knock on her door only a few seconds later – not even giving her enough time to freak out and then recollect her thoughts – told her that Perrie was an over punctual person and had actually come a little bit early.

"Um, I'm coming!" She shouted and quickly pulled her hair into a high ponytail. With the high humidity outside now that it was getting so cold it had gone all curly and of course she hadn't thought to straighten it out or brush it a little bit before she had started practising the violin. Kicking her school bag under the bed (at least she made sure to always make her bed before leaving the dorm in the morning so Perrie wouldn't think she was a total slob), she took a last deep breath and opened the door for the blonde.  

For a moment Jade was absolutely stunned – and then felt her heart sink to the floor. The girl in front of her looked absolutely gorgeous. Her usually straight hair was slightly wavy, probably due to the humidity outside as well, and she had pulled it into a ponytail as well with some strands framing her face like opened curtains. She wore simple blue skinny jeans and a brown sleeveless top with a collar close to her neck, fitting around her upper body perfectly. On top of the top she had worn a black long coat, which was now draped over her arm as she had probably warmed up while walking up the stairs to Jade and Leigh-Anne's rom room. Her makeup was obviously redone and it took Jade's breath away momentarily before she managed to compose herself and took a step to the side to let the younger female in.  "Come on in."

"Thanks," Perrie smiled widely.  

"Um, let me take your jacket," Jade offered because that's what you did, right? As a good host you would take your jackets.  

Jade just realised in that moment that she had never invited anyone to her house while she had still been at school. For some reason she had never gotten close enough to anyone to invite them over and if she had tutored some kids or joined study groups it mostly happened in the school library instead of anyone's home. She didn't know how to etiquette (she was aware that was not a way to use that word but she really didn't care in this very moment) and felt her face turn really red as she grabbed Perrie's black coat from her arms and put it over the chair in front of her writing desk.  

"Thanks," the blonde replied and closed the door behind her, making this whole thing even more intimate than it already was. Jade's heart was pounding as quickly and as hard as it had ever been.  

"Do you wanna sit down? Anything to drink? Wait, I don't think I have anything in here. Do you want me to get you something from the kitchen? You don't have to come, you only just got here, so you can stay if you want."  

"I'm fine," the younger girl smiled, thankfully shutting up Jade – she knew if Perrie hadn't put a stop to her rambling, she would have kept on talking for ages. "How was your evening?"

"Ah, good," Jade replied, trying not to sound as nervous and awkward as she felt. She didn't even know why she was so nervous – Perrie seemed calm and relaxed. She didn't seem like she was a lioness, waiting for the right moment to jump her prey. She seemed like a lion that was just waiting around lazily, just enjoying life. "I have to admit – I'm sorry I look like this. I was practising violin a little and I completely missed the time. I promise I'm not usually such a slob when meeting with people."  

Perrie giggled and Jade felt her heart skip a beat in anticipation. When had she ever made someone laugh? When had she ever heard someone laugh so sweetly and calmingly? "Oh, don't worry, you look cute. Your hair is nice like that."  

Trying not to blush, Jade instinctively reached for her curly mane and wrapped a strand around her finger. "I didn't get a chance to straighten it – the humid air is making it look all terrible."  

"You look cute," Perrie reassured her. "Personally I think you should wear your hair like that more often. It suits you."  

"God, stop it," Jade laughed. "Don't make fun of me."  

Taken aback, the blonde's blue eyes shot wide open. "I'm not making fun of you! Seriously, it looks nice on you. I really, honestly mean it."

Jade quickly averted her eyes, not knowing how to react to such an earnest and genuine statement. At least that was how it sounded. But it didn't make any sense to Jade and she could feel her stomach turn nervously. "Uh, right. You wanted to hear some violin music, yeah?"  

Perrie pursed her lips and watched Jade for a moment, considering, before she seemed to drop whatever she was thinking about and then smiled, nodding her head again. "Yeah, I mean if you want to – after all you practised. But if you don't want to, we can do something else, something you'd want to do with me."  

The last bit of the sentence caused Jade's heart to race once more. Something she'd want to with Perrie? She hadn't thought about things that she would want to do with Perrie. So far all she had thought about was getting the younger girl on her good side – once that would have worked out she would have tried to consider the next step of thinking about interactions and activities they could do together.  

"I just meant because Leigh said you haven't even played in front of her yet. If it's something personal, you don't have to show it to me just because."

Now Perrie was definitely rambling, Jade thought. And she couldn't help but think that it was somewhat adorable. "No, I mean, I offered. I – I picked a fairly known piece. Maybe you know it?"  

The younger female turned a shade of red and then sat back on the bed, excitedly. "I hope you're not mad if I don't recognise it – honestly, I just really enjoy the sound of violins. I don't know too many pieces."  

Jade smiled, relaxed. That was something positive. If Perrie didn't have much comparison to famous violinists or what the pieces were supposed to sound like originally, she could maybe even improvise a little bit. It would also mean that if she played something wrong she wouldn't feel like she was a piece of trash a ten year old kid didn't manage to throw into the trash can and that ended up lying next to the bin for weeks until it was bin day and someone finally picked it up.  

"That's fine," Jade told her honestly and grabbed her violin from where she had placed after finishing her practice, and placed it on her shoulder. Her heart was racing as she had never played for just one person in such a private environment and this wasn't just anyone. It was probably the one person she had always tried to avoid, the one person she had never wanted to be alone with. And now here she was, playing violin for her when it was something so private and dear to Jade. It was her personal stress relief.

But in order to win Perrie over as a friend she considered this a necessary measurement. She wanted to make her feel liked and in order to achieve that she would have to put herself out there a little bit.  

Taking another deep breath she placed her chin on the little pad on her violin and placed the bow on top of the string. She could feel Perrie's intent gaze on her and then started on the third part of Vivaldi's Le Quattre Stagioni: L'estate. She chose the quickest part of the piece (which would be very long if she had chosen to play all four seasons) as she wanted to impress Perrie and in order to prove that playing the violin had been one of her long time passions.  

She didn't dare to look at the blonde while her hand moved the bow back and forth quickly, just focusing on the music and managing to ignore everything that was happening beyond her own two hands and the instrument that was held tightly between her chin and shoulder.  

As Jade had dove right into the third part of the piece instead of starting it from the beginning, it was over fairly quickly and as she pulled back the bow for the last time and let it drop to her side, she finally lifted her head and took a first look up at the blonde who was staring at her in awe.  

"Well?" Jade grinned proudly. "What do you think?"  

The blonde seemed speechless for a moment before she clapped her hands together and her face erupted into a full blown smile, glowing up her entire face. She looked so happy and impressed in this one fraction of a second that Jade felt her heart skip another beat. Never had she anyone seen look at her like this.  

"That was bloody brilliant!"

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