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synopsis. regardless of how zayne is worshipped in akso hospital— idolised as a man of unimaginable feats— he's no god; he's nothing but a man running on twisted desires. one, perhaps the only one, of those being you.

warning(s). nsfw, afab! reader, kinda violent imagery, oral (m! recieving), vague temperature play (not my fault, blame zayne), religious imagery, 1/4 proof read (as always :3), pet names: dear & darling, lmk if i shld add anything (oneshot so beastly, i think i dissociated as i wrote this)

from vyon. i can and will!! fight everyone on this characterisation of zayne!! idec, i don't wanna hear it!! look at his field of jasmine flowers and tell me that he's all alpha sigma in the bedroom without feeling shame and i'll still fight you actually... he actually came to me in a dream last night and told me that i needed to correct how he was written; made him into a little bit of a yapper but i can see him becoming a yapper during intimacy in my mind's eye so vividly that idc 🤗 took me a gruelling two weeks to finish this... i need to reconnect with my family now

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Zayne has always been stern on the fact that the essence of his being was far removed from the basis of heaven; everything that he was made from stood against everything that heaven was known to be. He's long known that every life unwanted is breathed into him to prolong his punishment, if not to torture him like so, he'd be long dead to keep the world in balance. His bones were made by blacksmiths whose hammers have seen more blood than metal; his flesh stitched by the butchers who keep their carcasses hanging by the head; his organs arranged by surgeons who keep an ear close to the open chest on their table to hear the heart splutter dead; blood drawn from the disease riddled; cells made from the children that never made it into the world.

Still, he thinks if heaven had the capacity to ever come close to him, it'd never compare to this moment— never come close to the settling of your calloused hands over his slacks, your teary eyes looking up at his expression in search of validation. It surely wouldn't, he has no doubt about it. Zayne's hands settled on your cheek, a low grunt shudders from him through your body as he traced his fingers up, wiping your tears away with an elegance removed from the moment.

Zayne is no more than a man ruled by simple desires, every want in him fluctuated beneath a single layer of skin that erupts through his pores whenever you're close, it's why he managed to get himself cursed in the first place. Zayne knows that, he makes no effort to feign ignorance to himself. In another life, perhaps he'd be less man and anything else more and never allow you to your knees to serve him. In this life? He was chalked up of nothing but pure grieving desires; anything you offer to him, he'll take no questions asked. He would've followed the wisps of you back down to hell at Hades' feet and made a home beside you after light graced his face and gave him enough temporary assurance to turn back to see your shadowed features. It's wrong, it's unjustly cruel to have you on your knees for his mundane pleasure but his head swims with the warmth of your lips wrapped around him so he disregards the guilt that tells him no.

Days where he didn't have a shift at the hospital, either of his or others' he'd graciously offered to cover, used to come unsettling. His bare hands itched where ever he lay them, some gentle reprieve came from when he reached into his fridge and felt the cool air kiss upon his fingers like the cold metal of a scalpel; the towel draped over his shoulders after a needed shower came without the threat of twisting around his neck to strangle unlike his stethoscope— an unnerving flight of fight response kicked in whenever he tried to relax.

He'd made his peace with the gnawing discomfort when he was at home, flicking through patient reports and eyes always steady with his phone in view in case anything had happened to his patients, in case they needed his capabilities. Zayne would feel this way even in sleep. It's why he always finds himself in the hospital, picking up stray shifts for co–workers that he doesn't truly know; even then, he's a man of rational practices so he knows that even through the discomfort, the promise of null action is just as important for his body and mind.

Somewhere along the line of his stationary life, you entangled yourself into those lacklustre days. Creating a ragged incision down his chest and clawing your way to his beating heart, squeezing it in time with your deafening breaths and forcing him into your tempo; you've corrected his timid heart to beat in time with your soft steps across the wooden flood of his apartment and stitched him up so messily that it'll leave an inevitable scar. You uprooted all that he knew, made a home of.

The pillow underneath your knees will never truly recover from your weight, the feathers will always know how it felt to give you little measly comfort as you gagged around him. Zayne's head falls to the back of the couch, his scrunched up expression turned up to the ceiling as a pleasured sigh leaves him. His curt words of affirmation burning through your skin despite how far away they felt, your head heavy as your nose met the neatly clipped tuft of hair peeking out through his boxers. You feel your breath escaping you through your nose, face scrunched up as you forced a gag to settle back down.

You're unaware of Zayne's eyes on you until his hands are on your cheek, alleviating the burning heat of your cheeks and grounding you back into the moment, and guiding you back. "Breath."

Dizzying images of Zayne settled in your eyes, mirages of the concern in his otherwise blissed face collecting in the tears sat in your waterline as he pulled you to your feet. You stumbled, your legs feeling weak from kneeling. "You haven't cum yet," the clear oxygen runs heavy through your system.

"I'd rather you not pass out," he informed, an unamused look on his face as he guides you onto his lap. "Plus, this night is about you as much as it is about me."

There's a softness to the moment, one of his hands on your back and the other on your waist, that allows you to slump into his arms. "Give me a second then." The few seconds you take to catch your breath in an attempt to steady your mind feels impossibly tedious. Still, Zayne is meticulous in his ministrations, tying down all the nasty thoughts that cloud his head with refined touches.

Zayne— plastered in the heat of the world, stubborn frigid in all that he wants— offers you an out. "We can stop here if it's too much." His voice is gentle, a husky promise that denies the desirous part of him that beats loudly against his ribs, the him you've created with your fingertips makes an attempt to rip through his skin.

He isn't aware of his heavy, irregular breath on your shoulder until you shake your head against his chest. His otherwise ironed shirt crumpled in your fist as you say, "no, it's okay, I can keep going for you."

The next breath he takes feels as though he's squeezing out all the oxygen that's ever been available to him, it shudders through his entire being as your words ring in his head. This moment, you've stated, was for his pleasure. Zayne wants to confirm that you're sure, you've no doubts about it despite having slept with him so many times over the course of your relationship but he hears 'for you' again distantly and it feels as though you're not close enough even though every part of you that could stick to him undoubtedly is.

The world turns on its head, screeching to a halt as the clock continues ticking on the wall of Zayne's bedroom; he hovers over you in the new position, a hand stabilising himself by your head as he ducked his head down. It's nothing to be questioned as his lips met yours in a fervour that you've never imagined possible to come from the man but you respond anyways merely because it's Zayne. In its desperate need, improbable heat— as he manages to pry open your mouth and ease in his loving intrusion— it's Zayne at its brutal core. You've barely had a chance to reciprocate even a quarter of the searing vehemence of his tongue licking over the plaque of your teeth before he's moving down, kissing and sucking on your skin of your neck.

His teeth scrape over your skin as you gasped, licking over your teeth to chase after his taste, pressing your tongue to the roof of your mouth so it doesn't feel so empty without Zayne. Nimble and methodical fingers have already managed to work through the buttons of your shirt and despite the moment, you find yourself embarrassed when he brings his head back to study you.

You see a blurry image of yourself reflected in the field of green of his irises, each unclear feature swarmed with the fluttering of adoration. "You're staring," you pointed out, bringing up your hand to cover his face, his eyes so you couldn't see yourself in them anymore.

Zayne's face is foreign to you as his lips crack up into something resembling an amused smile, a crackling of chuckle lights your palm on fire as he hold his hand over yours. You give him an aggrieved look as he keeps your hand against his cheek, "aren't I allowed to stare?" His eyes are invasive, flickering from the slope of your collarbones, hooking onto your wet lips, clawing into your every ministration, features and softness laid bare. "Aren't I?" He asks again, his eyebrows raising slightly.

You don't answer but you must have given something away— you know you have because his amusement smooths out into unadulterated affection as he turns his head to press a kiss onto your palm. An itch settles beneath your skin where his lips meet, one you know you'll never be able to soothe even if you hammered through the spot with a nail. You struggle to know how Zayne will move as the moment softens throughout the room, turning into something malleable. He's nothing but slow, full of pliable details ebbing silky as he lowers his head back down.

His hair tickles as he ducks his head into the fold of your shoulder and neck, each otherwise perfectly laid strand creasing as they dust over the skin of your jaw. Squirming a little, you find your hands on his shoulders, the usual attentiveness in his actions running a little deeper than they always do. Zayne sucks at the skin of your neck, his teeth scraping along the expanse of unmarked flesh as he brings a knee between your leg. A sturdy arm comes over your front, a hand settling on your shoulder, arm running down the stretch of skin between your chest, and elbow down on your rib. "Don't move," a mere whisper that etches deep to your bones, "you're running from me."

"Running?" Your eyebrows crease and you squirm again, the heels of your feet digging into the mattress as you feel yourself move up the bed, weight shifting as your head hits the bottom of a pillow. "Oh," falls out your mouth dumbly as you realise you have been inching away from him. "Sorry." You allow your hands to fall from Zayne's shoulders, fisting the bed cover into your hands.

"Don't apologise," his soothing voice calls. When you turn your head back to look at him, his eyebrows are furrowed and his lips pressed thin, "you don't have to apologise." Zayne takes one of your hands and moves them back to their place on his shoulders. "Just let me care for you, keep still, hm?" You're more astutely aware of the aether core pounding in your heart now, its vibrant light pouring through your skin and how often Zayne has had the chest piece against your bare skin, how his eyes narrowed from behind rectangular frames as you shuddered from the cool metal.

You think that your heart has managed to resonate with his evol without your knowledge— with how often he's got his hands on you, professionally or otherwise, it wouldn't be too surprising. After a moment, you realise that Zayne is still waiting for an answer so you nod your head, opening your hand to press your palm against his shoulder blade. "Staying still."

Zayne gives you something close enough to a smile and lowers his head back down.

It's haunting how you recognise his moves enough to predict what he'll do and respond in kind, your head inches off the bed as you meet his lips again, legs parting under him as he slides a hand over the inside of your thigh. Intimacy with Zayne is staggering purely due to how cold he runs— you think it's all natural how his fingers run like ice over quivering flesh despite how warm his chest is when he's got you pinned underneath him. He's burnt where you've touched him, charred into muscle and cartilage are your fingerprints, your teeth, every mark of your nails that flame impossibly red. You're nothing short of heaven.

The fabrics of Zayne's adoration for you exists around him as a second skeleton, as your hips raise slightly for him to catch the waistband of your joggers and your hand falls next to his in an attempt to push them down without moving your lips from his. Pants and moans are transcribed into his tongue, he remembers the taste of every one, he'll think of them when he misses you, when he's forced away from his short instance of heaven as he wishes his hands ran a little warmer. The lingering salt of previous whines echo in his head, all from weeks and months ago flowing back to the cusp of his mind as your bare thighs finally grace his fingers. He wraps a hand around the meaty flesh, groaning into your mouth at the simple touch.

A shivering inhale from you makes Zayne's mouth turn cold as the oxygen is sucked all up, he takes the chance to move back down. He's got a hand sneaking up the half unbuttoned pyjama top you're wearing, another hand impossibly far away from your heat; you can't tell if it's too much or not enough. A gasp sounds in time with Zayne's hand over your chest, you feel a hardening nipple press up against his palm; the rest of the buttons trip over the loosening wear of the fabric and slide off your stomach. Your skin turns cold where he takes in a stuttering deep breath, his face hidden from you as he mouths at your other breast. "So," he murmurs, lips closing around your nipple. A lilting whine only acts to spurn him on, his hand dragging down your side and his nails light over the path that his palms works onto your skin, his teeth catch onto your nipple. "So— you drive me crazy." He confesses after cutting his own thought off prematurely, his saliva pooling around a stiff nub.

"You must know that right, dear?" Zayne continues talking, offering curt words in his impassive tone, slightly out of breath with his hair dishevelled. His cold hands are blistering upon your skin, lighting up nerves scathingly. Adding a little pressure between his teeth has you impossibly light–headed, one hand on your hip and the other close to your cunt. Zayne is nothing more than a drunken mouthpiece of his loving whenever he has you under him, all the words he's forced frozen in his throat over the course of years spilling out as your heat melted away the labyrinth he's had them locked in. "Do you do it all on purpose, knowing I'll never rid myself of it?"

You're moaning a 'please' before you know it when you feel a deft finger pushing against your slit through wet fabric. "If you're asking like that," he glances up at you, head tilting, "there's nothing else for me to do but oblige." The intrusion comes unpleasant first, walls tightening around a sole finger and quivering at the rigid temperature. Zayne lowers his torso closer to you, allowing you to wrap both arms around his shoulders; his eyes are still on you, studying each scrunched up wrinkle on your face with an almost apologetic look on his face. He leans down to press a kiss at the end of your eyebrow as his middle finger tactfully stills inside you.

"Keep going," you pant out, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck. "S'fine, you don't have to keep worrying."

Zayne wants to doubt your words, he'd never want any memorable pain tied back to his name when it comes to you, but he knows you've stubbornly pushed through worse. You're a shedding of God, one he doesn't really care for, a child of man that managed to cheat death nearly daily. "Don't keep quiet if you can't take it." He urges one final time.

You manage a breathless chuckle, "we both know I'd never take anything that hurts quietly, Zayne."

The response you're given makes you shatter, icicles spreading throughout your skin as Zayne shakes his head, a small smile on his face. Taken away from you are the next few moments to appreciate it as Zayne continues thrusting his finger inside you, managing to get in his ring finger, his palm kisses your wet folds with every decisive thrust. He bends his thumb upwards to work circles on your clit— that alone has you quivering, a hand going to grasp at his wrist but your arms are weak with his relentless work into making pleasure burst in your system.

The fables of heaven has never been described in any physical manner, nothing of soft clouds under foot, feasts that melt sweet on the tongue, wine that runs smooth down the throat; it exists only as the promise of eternal pleasure, therefore, is it a lie or an exaggerated truth if Zayne calls you his heaven? When he finally manages to pull that blissful cusp of orgasm over you, the response is delightful; your legs shake idly by your sides and you're clawing for something for to hold onto though you both know nothing will be solid enough in your grasp to keep you grounded to the moment.

His first thought is to offer you an apology, when he pulls three fingers out and watches you cry, shaking your head as your hips move back down in a search for him. The brief moment where he's away from you doesn't last too long as he aligns his aggrieved tip against your wet entrance, bringing his head down to press a chaste kiss on your lips. "I'm here," he comforts. "Right here, darling, relax for me."

You take in a breath from the heated room and keep it locked in your throat as the stretch burns through your body; nails digging into Zayne's shoulders. A broken whine eases through clenched teeth as Zayne pushes in slowly, miniscule inch by inch and keeps a hand on your face, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead and muttering idle love confessions. When a sigh smooths over your eyebrows, you know he's finally sunken all the way in. "Do you need another reminder to breath?" You hear his deep voice distantly, coloured in layers of amusement.

You huff, blowing away the trapped bit of oxygen in your throat.

"There you go," his words are nearly shy off being a sweet coo as his hand travels over your stomach, pressing down on the heated skin. "Feel me?"

His words causes a ricochet of mindless nods, "yeah, yeah— please Zayne." Your legs wrapped around his hips, feet filling into the dimples on his lower back. Zayne, with no other choice, gives you what you want. There's nothing that feels wrong about the moment, he's more certain of the fact than he'd ever been about anything that came previous to him. The pressure of the balls of your feet pressing into his skin, nails digging scars where he'd never allow anything else to draw blood, the weight of you brokenly calling his name like you were the one to have met your God. Each thrust back into you creates the stern foundation of Zayne's cruel and selfish humanity, it's like he's never known anything else— he's not sure he even wants to.

Nothing of his will ever want to know anything that's not you later on; rejection will the inevitable end of any attempt of a rebound that he'll try to introduce to his home. Zayne understands this notion, how would you expect him to go back to his previous norm when he's learnt how it feels to love at your feet? You could maybe remove yourself of him but Zayne is a stubbornly, almost idiotic, lover; he'll give chase after your scent in the wind and after the whisper of your laughter in the trees.

The moment your legs shake, trembling back down onto the mattress as you squeeze around him so delightfully, Zayne finally knows the sinful taste of heaven. He knows what how it feels to be weightless, as his feet met with the opaque clouds that gave away to his unassuming strides, as light followed his every move, how angels would echo his every devious thought in their hymns until God catches on. How much would He resent Zayne? Nothing but mere man, of flesh and bones; no more and no less, singing the praises of another one of His creations and stripping the holy title from God to plaster onto a husk of bones and absolute divinity. Whatever heaven is, Zayne knows he'll never care for it.

There's no basis in its existence. You, on the other hand. You writing underneath him, you with your blunt nails that'll be stained in his blood, you as you found your high in his timely thrust, you calling his name, you turning boneless as you came with a moan. You, you, you. Pants stained his name, a hand dusts over his cheekbones, brushing hair back from his forehead. Zayne meets the gates of heaven with his last shaky thrust, sloppy in aim as his weight expels through his bones and he falls down onto your sweaty chest.

A laugh passes through your lips before you're aware of it, wiping away salty sweat caught on the bridge of his nose with your sleeve pulled over your palm. "You got so into it," you pointed out with a smile on your face. Zayne drags his face to look up at you, his chin hovering over your collarbone. "I didn't even think you heard me when I said I was going to cum."

Zayne gives you a thoughtful hum and you give him an exaggerated frown. "Were you thinking about work again—?"

"I was thinking of how much I adore you," he cuts you off with a pointed look, "but it seems as though I'll have to rethink how much exactly."

"Nooo," you reached out for his face. "I was kidding! Please tell me how much you adore me."

He gives you an unimpressed look but says nothing more as he straightened up, pulling himself away from you. Your face turns an unruly colour of red when his eyes linger on where he was previously so intimately joined to you, snapping your legs closed. Zayne raises an eyebrow at you, if he has anything verbal thoughts on it then he doesn't express it as he gets to his feet. "Shall I go over every feature I adore in detail in the shower?"

You think he's joking as his arm hooked under your legs and the other spanned across your back. It's why you pressed your lips into a straight line, giving a thoughtful nod, "yes, in excruciating detail too."

He manages to wash your body thrice, help you shave, exfoliate, and keeps you stewing in the hot water long enough for you to feel light–headed as he shared a detailed, Shakespearian bible passage for each of your features that had managed to catch his eye over the years you've known each other.

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my-chaos-radio · 1 year ago

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Release: September 07, 2017

Lyrics:

Not tryna be indie

Not tryna be cool

Just tryna be in this

Tell me, are you too?

Can you feel where the wind is?

Can you feel it through

All of the windows

Inside this room?

′Cause I wanna touch you, baby

And I wanna feel you too

I wanna see the sun rise on your sins, just me and you

Light it up, on the run

Let's make love tonight

Make it up, fall in love, try

(Baby, I′m right here)

But you'll never be alone

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

I′ll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I′m right here

I'll hold you when things go wrong

I′ll be with you from dusk till dawn

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I′m right here

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I′m right here

We were shut like a jacket

So do your zip

We would roll down the rapids

To find a wave that fits

Can you feel where the wind is?

Can you feel it through

All of the windows

Inside this room?

'Cause I wanna touch you, baby

I wanna feel you too

I wanna see the sun rise on your sins, just me and you

Light it up, on the run

Let's make love tonight

Make it up, fall in love, try

(Baby, I′m right here)

But you′ll never be alone

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

I′ll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I'm right here

I′ll hold you when things go wrong

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

I′ll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I'm right here

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I′m right here

Girl, give love to your body

It′s only you that can stop it

Girl, give love to your body

It's only you that can stop it

Girl, give love to your body

It′s only you that can stop it

Girl, give love to your body

But you'll never be alone

I′ll be with you from dusk till dawn

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I′m right here

I'll hold you when things go wrong

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

I′ll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I′m right here

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I′m right here

Songwriter:

I'll be with you from dusk till dawn

Baby, I′m right here

Greg Kurstin / Sia Furler / Zayn Malik

SongFacts:

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blue-eyes-tattoos · 4 years ago

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Here are my favourite fics written in 2020! ✨

(Obviously there’s tons of great 2020 fics I haven’t read yet)

Pt. I = everything over 20k words

Sorted by word count. Hope you enjoy!

📔 Mine Would Be You by crinkle-eyed-boo | @crinkle-eyed-boo 115k

(E, Larry, Exes to Lovers, Artist!Harry, Writer!Louis)

Louis returns to New York City five years after he left it – and the love of his life – behind. He didn't intend to see Harry again, but fate has a funny way of pulling them together, whether they like it or not. After making a begrudging truce, they both start to wonder: Would it be so bad if history repeated itself?

📔 Have Love, Will Travel by kingsofeverything | @kingsofeverything 97k

(E, Larry, Friends to Lovers, Road Trip)

Rather than spend the summer working at their desks, Louis and Harry are given the opportunity to crisscross the country together in a tiny camper, filming their adventures for a YouTube series. It soon becomes obvious to their viewers that there’s something more than friendship between them. Eventually, they figure it out.

📔 You’ve Got My Devotion (Hate You Sometimes) by lucythegoosey | @harryrainbows 95k

(E, Larry, Canon Compliant, Exes/Enemies to Lovers, Fake Relationship)

Harry and Louis are forced to fake-date after an old video from when they were dating emerges.

📔 The Murmur of Yearning by MediaWhore | @mediawhorefics 93k

(M, Larry, Historical AU, Slow Burn)

Four years ago, Harry Styles was forced into a marriage of convenience to enrich and ally both his and his promised's families. The sudden, and slightly suspicious, death of the Marquess of Haxshire, however, brings great disturbance to Crescentfield Hall and, as his late's husband's closest male relative, Harry unexpectedly finds himself the head of a family he never felt he belonged to.

📔 Nothing But You On My Mind by nonsensedarling | @absoloutenonsense 84k

(E, Larry, Enemies to Lovers, (modern) Royalty AU)

Louis Tomlinson is a PR manager hired to improve the image of royal bad-boy Prince Harry Styles. Unfortunately for him, that means being faced with the Prince's constant innuendos, incessant dirty jokes, and relentless flirting. Louis just wants to make it to Princess Gemma's coronation; once she's crowned Queen, his contract is up and he never has to see the Prince again.

📔 Untamed Hearts by Layne Faire | @laynefaire 69k

(E, Ziam, side Larry, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining)

It could have been the heat of the summer sun; it might have been the silvered sheen of an early harvest moon. If he dug deep enough, Liam could find every reason ever needed to explain away what happened. In the end, though, it all came down to two meddling friends, a touch of Prince, a bit of Keats, and the moon over the ocean. Its a recipe for disaster. Or love. Probably love.

📔 Live a Thousand Lifetimes by Layne Faire | @laynefaire 58k

(E, Ziam, very minor side Larry, Canon Compliant, Future Fic, Exes to Lovers, Farm)

It’s 2025. After secretly writing and producing their first album in ten years, One Direction is weeks away from releasing their first new single and announcing a world tour. With the whirlwind about to begin again, Liam re-evaluates the last ten years - the fame, the money, the people who changed his life forever - and the person who walked away.

📔 The Recklessness in Water by LarryOn 51k

(E, Larry, Enemies to Lovers, lifeguard!Harry, unemployed!Louis)

Louis Tomlinson is miserable. He's stuck on a family vacation at a lake cabin in New Hampshire when all he wants to do is bemoan his sorry existence and wallow in his sweatpants. As if the humidity and mosquitos weren't bad enough, he becomes the singular target of an obnoxious lifeguard named Harry.

📔 Need So Much Of You by lululawrence | @lululawrence 47k

(Not Rated, Larry, Canon Compliant, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers)

The would-have-been canon compliant, fake relationship, friends with benefits, friends to lovers fic where Louis wonders if this thing going on with Harry is going to break him or change everything for the better.

📔 We Can Take The Long Road Home by pinkcords | @pinkcords 46k

(E, Larry, Strangers to Lovers, Road Trip)

Harry and Louis fall in love down the coast of California.

📔 Caves End by jacaranda_bloom | @jacaranda-bloom 40k

(E, Larry, famous/non-famous, Farm)

The one where Harry has lost his future, Louis has lost his past, but maybe together, they can find a way through the dark.

📔 Say It Back by wordsnnotes | @quelsentiment 40k

(T, Larry, side Ziam, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, College/Uni AU, Asexual Character)

Harry doesn't know what he wants; Louis is too caught up in his problems to care about what he wants; Niall knows perfectly well what he wants, and that's to be everybody's best friend and comic relief; Zayn thought he knew what he wanted until he's reminded of the past; and Liam has come to terms with the fact that it's okay not to know what you want sometimes.

📔 Until by allwaswell16 | @allwaswell16 38k

(E, Larry, side Shiall, famous/non-famous, Enemies to Lovers, Farm)

Rural Eagle County, Colorado wasn’t the type of place to find a famous musician or actor. At least not until songwriter Louis Tomlinson showed up with pop star Niall Horan to visit his uncle’s horse ranch, and they just happened to find themselves next door to a reclusive former movie star.

📔 Love Moves Like The Sea by flamboyo | @chrysopon 33k

(M, Larry, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Sharing a Bed)

Spending two weeks in his uncle's old house by Lee Bay beach is not Louis' ideal holiday, but sadly is the only one he can afford this summer. Spending those alone with Harry, his best friend who he has spent the last five years in love with, may make everything a little better, though. Away from everyday reality, alone somewhere that makes you forget your past and gloss over your future, maybe it's time for two friends to finally explore what they haven't said (but felt) for years.

📔 If Love Was Easy, They’d Call It Hockey by drowninshallowwater | @drowninshallowwater 28k

(Not Rated - there is smut though, Larry, Hockey AU, Friends to Lovers, hockey player!Louis, doctor!Harry, feat one of my favourite bands in a supporting role)

The one where it takes a broken collarbone for Louis to get back what he lost, even if it is seven years down the road.

📔 Sunflower: Vol. 1 by ourownstrings | @ourownstrings 27k

(M, Larry, side Ziam, farmer!Louis, florist!Harry, Misunderstandings, Grief/Mourning, Depression)

“Real farmers love mornings.” Louis hated that sentiment. But then he wasn’t a real farmer. He just got stuck in the family business and drags himself to the farmers market where he put on his best sunny sales pitch. That is until he meets the new flower vendor. The flower boy who is even wearing floral-patterned clothes as he sells bouquets. Suddenly, Saturday mornings are the highlight of his week.

📔 Walls Are Just Walls (You Are My Home) by logogram | @et-y-etc 26k

(E, Larry, famous/non-famous, Friends to Lovers)

After being injured in a hiking accident, musician Harry and his bodyguard are stuck on the trail with no cell service, no supplies, and with nightfall coming. Louis, who’s a wilderness first responder, comes across them, gives first aid, and calls for a rescue.

📔 A Road To Something Better by taggiecb | @taggiecb 25k

(E, Larry, writer!Louis, mayor!Harry, Friends to Lovers)

Louis Tomlinson, famous romance novelist, has just had the rug pulled out from under his feet when his boyfriend leaves him without notice. What's the most appropriate response to this? Move a thousand miles away and seclude himself in a tiny lake town, of course. But nothing is as he expects it to be in the very best way, especially not the handsome mayor of McAll, Idaho.

📔 You Burn so Bright You can Blind Somebody by heartmeetsbreakx | @heartmeetsbreakx 20k

(GA, Ziam, minor side Larry, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, YouTuber!Liam)

Liam is a popular YouTube vlogger and sometimes Zayn is his cameraman. Liam's subscribers start analyzing their relationship and it changes everything.

#hlsource #hldaily #hlcreators #tracksintheam #zmu #liam93productions #dailytomlinson #stylesnews #2020 fic rec #larry fic rec #ziam fic rec #my fic rec #mine #making this post on a tablet takes EFFORT y’all #hope i didn’t forget any tags

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charlieweasleysimp · 2 years ago

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Hello ☺️ I really like how you do the songs as titles for your chapters of So Sweet & Achingly Innocent along with quoting some of the lyrics when you start each new chapter. I think it’s cool how it kinda hints at the theme each time. But I was wondering what other songs you like, and I had a fun game idea. Can you choose a song for each letter of your username? I think it would be a fun way to get to know you and your music tastes. (I really connect with music so I was excited when I found your Charlie story) 🤗

But only if you feel up to it! I just wanted to let you know I love your work and I think the way you write romance is beautiful. Thank you for what you do 💕

Thank you 🥹💜 I’m sorry for replying to this so late, I’m very bad with checking my messages and ask inbox. I love stuff like this and it makes me happy knowing people like the song quotes in my chapters ❤️ I would be happy to play along with your game!

C- ‘Can I Sleep in Your Brain’ Ezra Furman

H- ‘Handsome’ Chance the Rapper feat. Megan Thee Stallion

A- ‘after goodbye’ Jasmine Thompson

R- ‘right where you left me’ Taylor Swift

L- ‘Late to the Party’ Kacey Musgraves

I- ‘I Don’t Wanna Live Forever’ Zayn & Taylor Swift

E- ‘Everything is Everything’ Lauryn Hill

W- ‘What Would It Take’ Anderson East

E- ‘Every Beginning Ends’ Noah Cyrus feat. Benjamin Gibbard

A- ‘Ass Like That’ Victoria Monét

S- ‘ST. PERCY’ BROCKHAMPTON

L- ‘Lilith’ Halsey

E- ‘East Atlanta Love Letter’ 6LACK feat. Future

Y- ‘You’ The Pretty Reckless

S- ‘Smalltalk Gentleman’ Jesper Munk

I- ‘I Caught Fire’ The Used

M- ‘Magnolia’ Big Red Machine

P- ‘Polite Company’ Rainbow Kitten Surprise

This was fun! Thank you again 🥰

#asks #music #charlie weasley

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gigiinoura · 6 months ago

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𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 | 𝐙𝐈𝐆𝐈. 📅 : SATURDAY, JUNE 8TH. 📍 : BEACH DOCK, WALDORF ASTORIA, MALDIVES. ⛔ : NONE.

the model's first day waking up in the maldives was truly surreal. her earliest of mornings ended on a high note, which started off with a platter of fresh island fruit enjoyed on her oceanfront terrace, and concluded with a call to khai ( truly ambitious efforts on her part as she forced herself to wake up extra early in order to catch the toddler before bed ). gigi's head had been all over the place concerning her mother, ever since the night in vegas where her and zayn mapped everything on the table. until she could find some peace and logistical understanding with the previously transpired events, she had decided that she'd take some desperately needed breathing room from her mom. with that being said, the island getaway was practically the universe granting her some very much needed luck. the blonde's toned figure stunned in a sunflower toned yellow bikini as her waist was mildly covered in a cream knitted knotted skirt, meaning her exposed backside was subject to the sun's rays against her fair complexion. her attention had been occupied by snapping some instagram worthy content when she observed a face she was truly hoping to forget, now hogging up the focus of her iphone lens. "i thought the days of you photobombing me were long gone.. but i guess not." gigi brought down her device, allowing it to linger at her side for a moment before she tosses it in her crossed purse. "i'm scared to ask why we're both here. is it time for round two of family feuding?" her snarkiness is met with a small giggle, denoting her motives are anything but harmful, but she's still slightly bothered by their last encounter. / @malikfms

#˗ˏˋ 💎 𓂃 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 › para.#( feat. zayn m )

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folkinsomnia · 3 years ago

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tscu (taylor swift cinematic universe) for the blorbo fandom meme?

Send me a fandom and I'll tell you my (nonsensical):

Okay anon you're hilariously brilliant because I have to personify songs and concepts and I'm deliriously tired. So this is gonna be special and quite unclear l m a o

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

The Last Time. She's so dramatic? She couldn't leave well enough alone (heyyoo) so she had to bring in an under-appreciated angst peddler like Gary-Lightbody-Of-Snow-Patrol. Y'know, Mr. "Would you lie with me about just forget the world?" Sir "Light up light up as if you have a choice." Literally I have the "OHohOHoh"-s playing on repeat in my head every second of the day. I could write essays about them and I probably WILL because I cannot be normal about The Last Blorbo.

And also DBATC but I'm too tired to give her the textual breakdown she deserves so just know she makes mr want to die like all good faves

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Mine like HOW can anyone not want to eat rebar in an adorational way when listening to it?? YOU FELL IN LOVE WITH A CARELESS MAN'S CAREFUL DAUGHTER HELLO???? I project Very Hard onto it! I am a careless (wo)man's careful daughter!! It's such a stupid song and my entire heart also

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

BETTE DAVIS EYES COVER MY BELOVED!!! PLS??!?! So I love Bette Davis Eyes. So fucking much. I have a playlist of all the covers of the song I could find. Taylor's cover is probably my third favorite with Brandon Flowers's (lead singer of The Killers) version at number 1 because god it's so beautiful and then Sexton Blake's at number 2 because something about how the guy sings it is so sensual yet sleazy?? I love it omfg but anyway yeah Taylor's cover is just so Quintessentially Her and everybody should go worship it.

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

That time she wrote lyrics from A Dustland Fairytale by The Killers down her arm. It makes me want to throw myself into raw sewage to battle the filth with bleach and Mr. Clean magic erasers <3 The Killers are my favorite band and I love this song SO MUCH I could go on about it for an hour, and the album it comes from, and my personal arc of how I've felt about the album over time. Which mirrors me being very ambivalent toward's Taylor's music for years and then suddenly a flip getting switched in my mind and then POOF! Obsessed

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

I Don't Wanna Live Forever. It's actually perfect and Zayn's falsetto is a blessing that none of us deserve and also the music video killed me. Give me a fucking collab album that's like this song but across 17 tracks. Thank you and everybody who hates it will get moldy bibles in the mail from me

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

The concept of "(feat. Ed Sheeran)" will one day face my torment and disdain and it will be a terrible experience

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Shake It Off. Everything about Shake It Off is terrible and horrible and bad and irredeemable and Miss Swift WILL atone for her crimes for bringing this plague unto our houses. Each week I pray for this character to get killed off. Villain of the season every season.

#this was so fucking fun i can barely keep my eyes open and i feel less stable than when j started <3 #ann with an ie #might wanna save this nonsense idk

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ao3feed-larry · 3 years ago

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a concert six months from now

by Wolfiemcwolferson

Harry Styles met Louis Tomlinson at the Hollywood Bowl in 2011 and it's going to be a problem for the rest of his life.

feat: songwriting for Niall, The National, Martin guitars, pearls, and the author's love letter to the cliffs of La Jolla

Words: 35510, Chapters: 1/4, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of I guess I'm an optimist

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Gemma Styles, Original Characters

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Original Character(s), Harry Styles/Original Male Character(s), Louis Tomlinson/Original Male Character(s)

Additional Tags: Louis Tomlinson Calls Harry Styles Pet Names, Dom/sub Undertones, emotional cheating, Cheating, Not between Louis/Harry, Ziam if you squint, Squid the Cat, Songwriter Louis Tomlinson, Songwriter Harry Styles, Singer Niall Horan, Artist Zayn Malik, Marketing Exec Liam Payne, Mentions of Cancer, Nonbinary Character, Harry Styles has an asshole boyfriend, Anxiety Attacks, minor sub drop, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Epilogue in drabbles if you need it so badly, Protective Louis Tomlinson

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/whJ4HV3

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #a concert six months from now #<p>by <a rel= href=

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flowerbeom · 4 years ago

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GOT7: The Songs They’d Make Love To | Hyung Line

J A E B E O M → After The Sun by RINI

So tell me what you want babe 'Cause I can't keep on guessing your love Tell me what you want babe So I can make sure you're getting enough

youtube

M A R K → Roses by Ukweli feat. Karun

Over your skin, let me be Floating fingers over your skin like I know you wanna feel me I always wanna wake up like that like that

youtube

J A C K S O N → Pillowtalk by ZAYN

So we'll piss off the neighbours In the place that feels the tears The place to lose your fears Yeah, reckless behavior

youtube

J I N Y O U N G → Gold by JoJo

You're moving inside of me Speaking so heavenly I call that divinity We already know The way that you love me

youtube

#got7 #got7 hyung line #jaebeom #lim jaebeom #mark #mark tuan #jackson #jackson wang #jinyoung #park jinyoung #i did this series with BTS and it only seemed right to do it with GOT7 #enjoy the good vibes #got7: sexy time songs

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nho-jungle · 4 years ago

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@tigerteeff u said u wanted to read more 1d fic so here is a rec list of some of my bookmarks to get u started <3

sooner or later- ‘The felt tip of the pen tickles as it forges a path up Niall’s arm. He follows the movement through hooded eyes, slumping down until he’s half asleep on Zayn’s shoulder. Even still, his gaze traces the yin and yang that Zayn’s shading in below the crook of his elbow with a strange sort of fascination.

“I like that one.”

“Yeah?” Zayn peeks up briefly from beneath his lashes, then returns his eyes to his work, thumbing lightly over the fresh ink. “It’s a bit like you and me, I think.”

“It is,” Niall agrees softly’

word count: 60,561. rating: m.

infinity times infinity (series)- ‘ This is a motley crew of an interstellar spaceship au, featuring a heavy dose of tattoo mods that do cool things, aliens, academy woes, soul bonds through circuitry, organic spaceships and sustainable design. A fair bit about space, but a lot about loving someone so hard you're willing to change the laws of the universe just to stand beside them and look around at the stars.

(nb character)’

total word count: 35,475. rating: t.

before we burn- ‘“Have you ever read one?”

“What, a book?” Niall scoffs. “What kind of question is that? Of course I haven’t. I’ve just seen the covers. I’ve read what they say I can read.”

“You should.” The stranger’s eyes burn into his own, and Niall can’t look away.’

(a Fahrenheit 451 au)

word count: 28,072. rating: m.

there’s no guarantee (that this will be easy)- ‘Zayn studies him for a long moment. Louis hopes he hasn't guessed wrong, because he's actually starting to like Zayn and now Zayn thinks he's a nutter, probably.

"Yeah." It's barely more than a whisper. "We're having the same dream."

Or, Zayn and Louis are married, Liam is doing his best, Harry maintains some semblance of being okay, and Niall is what brings them all together.

Or, five boys all have the same dream.’

word count: 59,331. rating: g

like deja vu- ‘Niall knows if he turns, Zayn won’t be there. He doesn’t expect Zayn to be there, but he should be. He should be next to Niall, looking out at Dubai and smiling and bright and happy and with so much awe that he can’t hide any of it. He should be here next to Niall. They should be sharing this moment.

Zayn isn’t here. Zayn is gone. He’s not letting Niall into anything anymore.

Niall’s afraid the space next to him will never stop feeling empty.

(a canon compliant magical realism au that follows niall and the boys while they try to navigate a post-zayn world.)’

word count: 104,521. rating: m.

wash you away- ‘Harry realized at ten years old that he could see ghosts, when a grown man with dead eyes stepped out of his closet. He’ll never forget that night, when he heard the shuttered doors creak open behind him as he did his homework. He turned around in his desk chair to see the stranger. The man didn’t say anything; he just stared at Harry like Harry had an answer, an explanation, a crumpled road map hidden in his pocket.

Harry thinks it might be easier, if other people noticed the traces ghosts leave behind. But they never do.

(a sixth sense au)’

word count: 58,125. rating: e.

(i want dirt under my fingernails)- ‘ In a dark, dark wood there was a dark, dark house and in that dark, dark house I think we should get drunk and fool around.

(trans + nb characters)’

word count: 2,262. rating: t.

who said i was an angel?- ‘ What do you get when you cross a 25-year-old who just wants to save the world with a 24-year-old that's working for a company plotting to destroy the world? Why, true love of course.

(nb character)’

word count: 26,517. rating: t.

in a small town i saw you- ‘Zayn nods a few times, judging whether or not he should just fucking spit it out. He should rip off the band-aid, jump into the cold water, throw this earth-sized weight off his shoulders and look Louis in the eye. “You should’ve remembered me.” He feels like saying. “I’m the reason you couldn’t.”

Zayn Malik spends the past eighteen months alone - using whoever and whatever he can to take his mind off of the one person he regrets leaving - and it’s not until he finds himself residing in a small town called Hillside when he finally remembers what peace feels like. Louis Tomlinson spends the past eighteen months surrounded by people - he’s coddled, fawned over, and most sickeningly; sympathised with - until he finally breaks away from the suffocation and finds himself face to face with someone who instantly hates him. Complete with endless angst, devastation, pathetic pining and Disney references mixed together in a pot full of misunderstandings and one-sided memories.’

word count: 153,179. rating: m.

nothing but a number- ‘It had taken Louis just three days before realizing something was decidedly off with his new partner, and Zayn had secretly been afraid Louis was just going to alert their superiors and send Zayn back to directing traffic or something, so he’d taken a deep breath and he’d confessed. I can see red numbers on people’s heads, and I don’t know what they mean, he’d said, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for Louis to laugh and declare him batshit crazy.

Zayn is born with the ability of seeing numbers on people's heads, but he still has to figure out what they mean. Harry is very sweet, very caring. Until Zayn figures out his own ability, and suddenly there's something very off about Harry.’

word count: 26,533. rating: e.

all the stars were crashing- ‘ “We should practice,” Louis says. He’s got a faraway look in his eye that doesn’t bode well for anyone, based on Zayn’s newly-formed knowledge of Louis. “Find a place, set up a schedule, all that.”

“What?” Zayn says, not sure where the conversation is exactly headed anymore.

“You know, in a movie - like, this would be our montage sequence,” Louis says, hands everywhere, gesturing wildly. “There’d be some song playing in the background while we spar and gain strength and -”

(and lick sweat off of each other’s necks, Zayn thinks, and then you knock me to the floor and lay on me and)

“Yeah, that’d be sick,” Zayn says, instead, not knowing if he’s more surprised that anything coherent comes out of his mouth or that he’s actually agreed to Louis’ awful plan.

(lame superheroes au)’

word count: 25,845. rating: e.

straight for your hearts (wolfpack au) (series)- ‘Harry and Niall have a plan. It's time to parent trap Louis and Zayn.

(also feat. a lot of fruit related puns and narry flirting in a farmer's market)’

word count: 94,486. rating: t.

clap for the wolfman- ‘ “My boy Louis is in London as well,” Johannah says. “He’s got some friends, wolves too… They could use someone to look after them.” or: after the x factor, a pack of half-grown wolves shows up on james corden's doorstep.’

word count: 24,309. rating: g.

#1d #fic rec

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