#they were very nice but lord the circumstances the uni is making them work under are stupid

[lululawrence]

Hi, i know that not many people like it but.. i really like the fics like enemies to lovers, something with bullying and ect. I just enjoy sad stuff that as time goes on it gets better. Like with the bullying, one is bullied, the other saves the day. Enemies to lovers, they hurt each other at first but then they heal the wounds. Lol this was long. I'm asking for those kind of fics.. if you don't want to answer i completely understand! Have a great day!

oh darling. listen. you are NOT alone. you are not. i love these fics and so does @londonfoginacup! i sent a screenshot of this ask to a gc when you first sent it talking about how i felt bad i wasn’t able to answer it right away, and emmu immediately said she could help. i didn’t look up anything myself from this rec, these are all ones emmu sent and outside of the...three maybe?...that i haven’t read, i cosign it! she even found some i read when i first joined the fandom and didn’t have an ao3 to save them to OR i had an ao3 and didn’t understand bookmarks yet. so basically, thank you for sending this, and here are the fics emmu recs and i say AMEN! i hope there’s some in here that are what you’re looking for that possibly you haven’t read yet.

they are kind of divided by enemies to lovers that ease into bullying fics as you go down the list, but to be honest i’m just sending them to you in the order that emmu sent them to me haha enjoy!!

Through a Mirror Dimly by @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry

Louis Tomlinson, in his third year at university, does not expect nor want the roommate that is being assigned to his room.

Harry Styles, in his first year at university, has just been kicked out of one dorm and doesn't want to deal with yet another snobby, rich roommate.

They don't get along, and that's just how it is, until circumstances force them to reevaluate.

Driving On The Wrong Side, Thinking Of You by @dinosaursmate / dinosaursmate

“Marcel, darling, why don’t you take Louis to your room and play on your computer?”

Louis’ heart sunk. He would defend Marcel from an infinite amount of gay jokes but it didn’t mean he wanted to spend time with him. They didn’t exactly have anything in common.

“Um, okay,” Marcel said, sounding as reluctant as Louis and slightly miserable.

“If- if you want to.”

“Sure.”---Louis is the most popular guy in sixth form. Don't get the wrong idea, he's a good guy, and he absolutely won't stand for his friends teasing his neighbour, Marcel.

Love Is A Rebellious Bird by @100percentsassy and @gloriaandrews / 100percentsassy and 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.

feel so foolish by @juliusschmidt / juliusschmidt

Louis and his friends keep laughing at Harry; he's sure of it. But he's not sure why.

Pour Your Heart Out by @hrrytomlinson / hrrytomlinson

Louis is his soulmate. Or at least Harry thinks he is. Louis feels the same as Louis. But there are a lot of people named Louis in the world and this Louis might not be the Louis. It’s besides the point though, because Harry knows he can’t allow himself to get close to any boys. He just can’t and he’s told himself this multiple times. He has to simply stay away from Louis Tomlinson. But he can’t. Harry Styles can never stay away from Louis Tomlinson. It’s physically impossible for him to.

Love Is a Kitten from Hell by youbeyou

Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he's terrified of being bullied again. Just when he's getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.

Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong.

Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?

Loner or Lover? by @oops-lt / Vanniebean

An AU in which Harry is a junior who just moved to Doncaster and on his first day of school he makes the schools most popular and loved boy spill coffee on himself. Harry planned on going through high school under the radar, but that quickly changes when he bumps into Louis. Harry gets known to everyone else as the annoying kid who was "rude" to Louis, but to Louis himself, he's stuck on one question. Should he leave the boy as a loner, or become his lover?

Love is like this; not a heartbeat, but a moan by @angelichl /angelichl

"He hates this, more than anything in the world he hates this. His title, his rank, his DNA. Unchangeable. Fated.

And then there’s Harry, born to be unobjectively superior to Louis and all other O’s. Unlike other A’s, Harry doesn’t wear his alpha-ness very well. He’s clumsy with it, like walking around in a pair of shoes a size too big. His life is defined by uncertainty and tentativeness, and those are definitely not qualities alphas should have.

Sometimes, when Louis ponders it for too long, he thinks that maybe Harry resents being an A just as much as Louis resents being an O."

In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis has been cold to him ever since he presented as an omega at age fifteen. Eight years later, Louis approaches Harry with a request, and who is Harry to deny him?

Make It Work by fanshae

Prompt: Arranged marriage AU. Harry is an omega who has reached the age where he must be married due to his family's income status. Only the aristocratic omegas are exempt. His parents try to hide him but eventually the government gets word and in punishment, gives the omega to a spoiled aristocrat son of a lord, Louis. Louis is more than thrilled to have his own omega and once Harry goes into heat, he explores the boy with fascination and unintentionally impregnates him. This leads to a boy used to living carefree and drinking the day away with other nobles to having to face fatherhood.

Be with me so happily by @briannamarguerite / BriaMaria

Harry Styles may have had his doubts at first, but by the time the gates to the elephant sanctuary came into view he was one hundred percent positive. Louis Tomlinson hated his guts. Like hated, hated. Like loathed-him-on-sight hated.

From what Harry could tell, he hadn’t even done anything close to insulting enough to warrant the disdain that was Louis Tomlinson’s default expression whenever he looked at Harry. It really wasn’t fair. Especially since he’d been lusting after the man from the second he’d laid eyes on that pretty, pretty face with those pretty, pretty eyes.

Or ... the one where Harry Styles has a bad reputation and a heart of gold, and Louis Tomlinson wishes he wasn't so enchanted by boys who looked like Disney characters and wore shirts with bumble bees on them.

[aka Louis is the director of the Styles Elephant Sanctuary and really doesn't want to babysit his funder's spoiled lay-about son for two months]

say i hate you but i always stay by @liltinylouis / clicheanna

It was a nice thought, and he must have dozed off to it, because the next thing he was aware of was wet and cold.

Harry shot up in the bed. His hair was dripping, soaked curls hanging in front of his eyes. Droplets of water ran down his bare chest. The sheets and blanket were damp.

Louis stood next to the bed with a smug grin. In one hand he was holding an empty glass.

About thirty minutes later, Harry was parked outside the football pitch. Louis climbed out of the car, duffle bag slung over his shoulder.

He waved at Harry and blew him a kiss as he walked away. Harry flipped him off.

Or the one where Harry hates Louis, he's almost sure Louis hates him, and they live together. Driving him to football practice everyday is not apart of Harry's plans, but Louis is pretty adamant if it means annoying Harry.

don’t believe me just watch by ariadne_odair

The thing is, Louis knows Harry’s name. Harry knows he does. Harry corrects him every time. Repeatedly. Politely. Slightly hysterically that time he’d walked in on Louis sucking a boy off in the toilets.

Uni AU were Harry strongly dislikes the footie captain that calls him Henry no matter how many times Harry corrects him and is unfairly gorgeous. Friends meet friends and somehow they end up alone at Niall's New Years Eve party. Louis says things he wouldn't sober. And do things.

Violets and Paper Airplanes by b0yfriendsinl0ve

Harry likes Louis very much a lot and Louis’ a bit of an arsehole.

Leave Your Mark On Me by @fullonlarrie / FullOnLarrie

When Chef Harry Styles’ unbonded Omega designation threatens to derail his career, he does the only thing he can, and goes in search of a black market bond.

just you wait and see by Orphan Account

In which Harry mistakes Louis' flirting as an attempt to steal his job.

a fully armed battalion (to remind you of my love) by @mediawhorefics / MediaWhore

“He was flirting with you by the way,” Niall says casually once he’s finished saying goodbye to Louis and he’s joined Harry outside.

“No he wasn’t,” Harry replies automatically, feeling his heart clench at the thought. Was he?

Niall simply raises a mocking eyebrow in response before wrapping his scarf twice around his neck.

“Not that it matters!” Harry says quickly, eyes widening. “I wouldn’t care even if he did because he’s awful and the worst.”

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It's too bad that they're in love.

#happy fic rec anon #i swear you are next! #my fic rec #bullying #enemies to lovers #hope these help!!! #Anonymous #asks #mine

[bellarkefanfiction]

Soft Shock

written by: Annie | @clarkescrusade

prompt: “Can I please have a college/uni au of this: "my best friend just called me to ask what color he should wear to prom and I was like “um?? idk??” and he was goes “well we have to match, so like what color is ur dress??” but he never asked me to go so I was kinda confused so I told him “hey, yeah since when are we going to prom?” and the line goes silent for a bit and he very quietly whispers “shit. I forgot to ask u” " by @vangohing 

word count: 3197

If Clarke was smarter she probably would have noticed with the first text.

Bell:

You like these flowers?

Clarke stared at the blurry picture of the corsage with confusion on and off the whole day, unsure what it meant. The entirety of her fifteen minute break at the art supplies store was spent wondering not only for what purpose Bellamy could possibly need a corsage, but also why he needed her opinion on it.

“What does this mean,” she asked Raven, as soon as she entered the swinging door of the break room. Clarke held her arm straight out, the phone grasped tightly in her palm.

Raven snorted after grazing her eyes over the message. She moved to the beaten down fridge and grabbed out a Coke, popping the top and taking a long drink before responding, “You expect me to decipher your and Blake’s neverending shit storm of a relationship? I’m a genius, but not even I can do that.”

“You’re useless.”

“No,” Raven replied. “Worrying about that text is useless. It’s probably nothing.”

The weekend passed quickly and silently, and Clarke tucked away the weird message without much more of a thought, or at least she tried her hardest to. She responded with a simple ‘looks nice’ and hoped that did the trick. The thumbs up emoji he sent in response did nothing to help her confusion.

It was weird, not hearing more from Bellamy. After the brief conversation he seemingly disappeared for the weekend. Clarke had an essay due on Monday for AP European History so it was fine, but usually he would have texted asking if she wanted to meet at the library to do it together. Or messaged her about how stupidly restricting their prompt was. Anything but radio silence.

By the time Monday finally rolled around, Clarke was more than ready to climb her way out of the weekend essay hole she had been residing in. She saw Raven briefly in the hallway, but she only gave a quick wave as she needed to talk to Mr. Sinclair before class. Which meant a few minutes later, Clarke was in her front row spot in AP Euro and there was Bellamy, thick-rimmed glasses sliding down his nose as he was lost in some book.

“Hey, Bell,” Clarke said.

He looked up from his book, tucking the bookmark within as his cheeks flushed briefly. “How was your weekend?”

There was something off that Clarke couldn’t put her finger on. “Fine, mostly just worked on the essay,” she said, eyeing his profile. He turned his head toward her, sending a soft smile. God, how could she even for a second think something was wrong between them. This was Bellamy and Clarke, the two of them– they were always going to be strong. Ever since Clarke had stood up for Octavia on the swingset in elementary school when some older boys were making fun of her and Bellamy had looked at her like she hung the moon, they were bonded for life.

“Did you see Raven this morning?” Bellamy asked.

Clarke’s eyebrows met in the middle. “Yea, but she was in a rush… why?”

“She’s asking Wells to prom today,” he replied through a crooked smile.

“You’re kidding me!” Clarke said. “He’s been planning his promposal for months, and he’s going to get upstaged.”

“Ignoring the fact that I can’t believe you just dropped the word promposal casually into a conversation, when was he going to ask?”

“Sometime this week, I think,” Clarke tried, but suddenly she couldn’t remember what he had said the last time they talked.   

Bellamy shifted in his seat, running a hand through his hair. “We should all go together. You’re cool with Raven and Wells, right?”

Confusion set heavily over Clarke. “What do you mean? Of course I’m fine with it. You know I’m way over whatever that awkward thing between Wells and I was freshman year.”

“Not that,” Bellamy said. “I meant for the actual-”

“Phones away, class,” Mr. Pike said, interrupting the conversation.

Bellamy’s eyes widened in desperation, the words caught in his throat, before relaxing and sheepishly turning back front. Clarke wasn’t sure what was going on with Bellamy, but it was starting to get weird. Whatever it was, she was sure it would pass.

Except it didn’t, well it did for a little while. The rest of the week flew by normally. Raven had beaten Wells to the punch by asking him to prom on Monday, which Wells counteracted by asking her on Wednesday anyways. He had already planned it all out with Sinclair, the whole thing going down during her Autoshop class; Raven laughed so hard at the whole thing she was almost crying by the end of it (Clarke witnessed it in an Instagram video Jasper posted: #wellven #getontheirlevel).

All the strangeness with whatever Clarke had thought was going on with her and Bellamy seemed to vanish, totally forgotten. It was nice to slip back into normalcy, joking texts and after school study sessions.

“Are you excited about prom?” he whispered, one afternoon in their favorite corner of the local library.

Clarke looked up from her book, pen poised between her lips and eyebrows scrunched together. She saw that he had been looking at some text from Wells on his phone, though she couldn’t quite make out what it said.

“Um… why would I be?” she responded, hesitantly. At this point her plans consisted of staying home to eat chinese food and having a Harry Potter marathon. She had assumed Bellamy would join her. That was how they had spent Homecoming earlier that year, albeit Lord of the Rings as opposed to Harry Potter.

There really wasn’t any hope of anyone asking her, and that was fine. After the disaster of Junior prom (Lexa ditched her for some elite LaCrosse camp/banquet/something-or-other and didn’t let her know until she had been sitting in her dress for an hour in the living room, her mom worriedly popping in every few minutes to check what was happening. Bellamy had showed up when he found out, decked in an old suit, holding up flowers he had ripped from the garden and a smile that held no pity– it actually turned out alright), she wasn’t sure the school dance thing was her scene.

Out of nowhere, though, Bellamy’s face completely fell. “Oh, um… I don’t know. I just thought– it doesn’t matter.”

They lapsed back into an uncomfortable silence, Bellamy’s eyes purposefully pointed away from her. Clarke kept glancing up from the pages, trying to figure out the reason behind his overly composed face and whether she was missing something. Obviously she was, but she couldn’t figure out what.

The next day she asked Monty and Raven about it after school as they laid around in her room, doing homework. “It was really weird,” she said, working her bottom lip between her teeth. “Do you think it means anything?”

Raven flopped down on the bed between Clarke and Monty, the three of them laying across it sideways. She sighed. “Do you think maybe he wants to ask you?”

“Why would he ask me?” Clarke asked. A warm, anxious feeling settled in her gut. “He’s never asked me before.”

“You two did go together last year,” Monty pointed out.

Clarke rolled her eyes. “That wasn’t exactly under normal circumstances! And, he didn’t even ask me– he just came as my pity date.”

“He came ‘cause he’s your best friend and he felt bad,” Raven said. “That’s different than pity.”

“Whatever, semantics.”

“You two also went to Homecoming together,” Monty said.

Clarke raised herself up onto her elbow. “No, we didn’t. We stayed home and watched movies and ate chinese food and fell asleep on the couch.”

“Ok, you still spent Homecoming together,” he remedied, flopping back down onto the bed.

The room went silent for a moment, the three of them staring up at the glow-in-the-dark stars Bellamy, Clarke, and her dad had stuck up the year she had gotten into astronomy. The three of them had hung a thick blanket over the window to block out all the light, laying down on her carpet to examine the constellations they had created. The memory made her breath hitch for a moment. She had felt so safe then.

“Is it so hard to believe that Blake would want to ask you?” Raven asked.

Clarke shrugged, not sure how to answer. Monty sighed exasperatedly.

“Not to diminish all of your problems, but I’m not even sure if Miller is going to ask me. Do I have to ask him? Guys, dating a dude is so hard sometimes, how am I supposed to know this stuff?”

Raven chucked first, then the other two followed suit. Any residual tension melted on the spot. Clarke felt lighter, and the whole prom situation dissipated. If something happened, it would happen, but she decided to stop thinking about it.

Bell:

O said the first attempt was horrible and I had to give it another go. What do you think about this one?

Clarke was still asleep when the text came through. She woke up Saturday morning around 10 and noticed the blinking light of a notification. Lazily swiping open her phone, another picture of a corsage awaited her, this was a bit more delicate, a bit more classic. It was a step up, but a step up for what?

It looks nice! She texted back. What in the world was going on, Clarke wondered, her brain still moving at half speed so early in the morning. Why did he keep sending her pictures of corsages?

The thought dawned on her all at once… prom. He was asking her about corsages because of prom. Something sticky and uncomfortable seemed to latch onto her bones. Who was he taking to prom? Clarke hadn’t heard anything about it, but maybe he had just forgotten to mention it because he assumed someone else would tell her. She wasn’t sure why the thought of him in that suit from last year and the wild flowers felt so hers, but for a moment her heart clenched at the idea of someone else getting to experience it.

Clarke:

Is Bellamy taking someone to prom?

Raven:

Trust me, you’d know before me. Try asking O.

Clarke finally sat up in her bed, the dull light coming through her blinds leaving her feeling too hot in her sweatshirt. She went to the bathroom, stopping briefly to look at her mess of hair and the sleep in the corner of her eyes. Before flopping back on her bed, she wiped it away.

Clarke:

I know you’re probably busy with your dance comp but… do you know who Bell’s taking to prom?

The answer didn’t come through for several hours. Clarke was stocking the paintbrush aisle when the familiar vibration of her phone went off in her back pocket. She scrambled for the phone, nearly forgetting about the brushes.

Octavia:

Duh. No need to be secretive about it.

The Blakes were weird, Clarke decided. She tried to think about who he could have asked, but the only person she could remotely imagine was Gina or possibly Harper. She knew Harper and Monroe had already agreed to go together, though, so that took away that option. Raven and Wells were already going together, too. Murphy wouldn’t be caught dead going to the dance. The only person that could possibly leave was Gina.

Clarke wasn’t entirely sure why that set her stomach in such tight knots.

Knots that would barely leave the rest of the weekend. The more she tried to not think about the whole situation, the more the knots seemed to remind her they were there. She wished she was oblivious to the whole thing, then at least she wouldn’t have to think about it and what her feelings in relation to it meant.

For once, Clarke arrived to AP Euro before Bellamy. She sat down in her seat, unreasonably tired. He came in a few minutes later, yawning and pushing his glasses back up his nose. A warmth spread through her chest that was familiar and new all at the same time.

“Good weekend?” she asked.

He slumped into his seat, smiling smally over at her. “As good as a weekend can be when you’re stuck in a hotel primarily filled with overly enthusiastic teenage girls.”

“I fail to see the part of that scenario that sucks,” Clarke joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Besides Octavia’s stuff, everyone else was trash.”

She laughed. “You would think that.”

He shrugged. “S’true.”

Clarke nodded along, struck again by how much he loved his sister. The warmth in her chest seemed to grow. Her mouth perched open briefly, ready to say something she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to. “So, um… Gina?”

Bellamy was slow to respond, hindered by some mixture of confusion, sleep deprivation, and thought. “What about her?”

“I just think it’s cool, the two of you,” Clarke said, stumbling over her words in a way that was far from the nonchalant, cool air she had been hoping for.

“I’m not sure what I did to warrant that, but thanks I guess? We’re friends.” His face looked adorably pained as he tried to figure out what Clarke was talking about.

“I wasn’t trying to imply.” But the rest of the words were stuck in her throat. She was glad when Mr. Pike came in and took over, silencing whatever jumble of a thought would have fallen from her lips.

Things had never been this complicated with Bellamy before. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. Through puberty there had been a handful of strange moments. Like the chunk of time where all they did was fight with one another. Or when they were both struggling with their sexualities. Or when Clarke had, for the briefest of moments, been incapable of not staring at Bellamy’s developing muscles when he started working out to impress Roma.

But for the most part, their relationship was pretty straightforward. They were just Bellamy and Clarke, best friends, partners. Now, though, Clarke was starting to wonder what that really meant. Whether there wasn’t something else, a current, running below all of that. Was she just jealous because he suddenly wasn’t only hers or was there something more to it? Honestly, Clarke was pretty sure she was shit at feelings. She certainly didn’t want to bring the whole thing up to Raven just to have her tell her again what a mess Bellamy and Clarke were.

The school week came and went. Miller finally asked Monty to prom, which seemed to take a huge weight off of Monty’s shoulders. On Friday the final text came through.

Bell:

What color should I wear to prom?

The strange sudden warmth and anxiety that had been warring inside of Clarke all week seemed to vanish, replaced by something entirely new. It was red hot and scalding. It was angry and frustrated. Why did Bellamy have to ask her all these questions when he should be asking his own date? Clarke started to type before deciding that digital words couldn’t possibly say what she wanted. She hit the call button and tapped her fingers against her thigh anxiously.

“Hello?” he answered, a little surprised.

“Why aren’t you asking Gina?” she spat out with much more venom than intended.

“What?”

“Why would I know what color you should wear?”

The line went dead, the only sound Clarke’s ferocious breathing in contrast to Bellamy’s long, slow breaths.

“Well, we have to match?” he started slowly. “So, what color is your dress? You could just send me a picture if you want.”

Clarke’s mouth dropped open, trying to decipher what he had just said. He wanted to know what the color of her dress was but she wasn’t going to prom, he would know that. The only reason he would want to know her dress color would be…

“Bell,” she began slowly, stewing over the words before breathing them out. “Do you think we’re going to prom together?”

A huff of a breath released over the phone. Then there was no sound at all, and then, “Shit, shit.”

“What’s happening?”

“I forgot to actually ask you, didn’t I?”

A laugh of relief bubbled up. He wasn’t taking Gina to prom, he had wanted to take her, the idiot had just forgotten to ask her in the first place. Clarke hung up the phone, grabbing her keys from the saucer by the door, and drove the five minutes over to his house.

Her fist knocked harshly against the door. He appeared after only a few seconds, sheepishly looking at her through the curly hair that fell over his forehead and into his eyes.

“You idiot,” Clarke began, a rush of something warm and sweet and intoxicating filling every crevice of her being.

He sighed. “Please don’t make fun of me. I’m really upset. I planned out the perfect way to ask you and everything,” he rambled. “I knew last year was horrible and I wanted to make it up to you so you’d have a good experience so at first I thought about writing it out in stars on your ceiling but then I worried that might be kinda stalker-ish so instead I–”

Clarke stepped forward, grasping onto the sides of his face and rubbing her right thumb over his cheek. The words caught in his throat. She dragged his face up so he was looking into her eyes and not at the ground before surging forward to kiss him sweetly.

His body stiffened underneath her palms at first, but then he grabbed right back. His right hand grasped at her waist, his left tangling into her hair. Their lips moved together. It felt almost like they had done this before, but in a way that reassured her no one knew her the way he did. She wanted to push and pull with him forever, she thought briefly. This amazing man who wanted to make everything in her life as perfect as he could manage.

“The fact that I forgot to ask you to prom explains why you said you weren’t excited about it,” he breathed out as they finally separated their lips, foreheads leaning against each other. Clarke was pretty sure if she still didn’t feel the weight of him against her in some way she would have thought the whole thing was a dream, vanishing away like dust. “And Wells and you must not be talking a lot as of late because he was under the impression we were going together, too.”

“We’ve both been busy…” she trailed off, thinking about that text she had half seen when Bellamy and her were studying. “I thought you were going with Gina,” she admitted.

“I want to go with you,” he replied, tucking hair behind her ear. “Always with you.”

“Bellamy,” Clarke whispered conspiratorially, “do you want to go to prom with me?”

“Fuck you,” he said without heat. “You beat me to it.”

“Do you mind?”

He shook his head, leaning forward and pecking her forehead, her nose, her cheeks.

“Not at all.”

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