#harry styles alien au

[wonderlandficarchive]

supernatural au

demon

demon!harry series by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy 

angel!reader & demon!harry series by @harryhoney-bee 

tales from the modern incubus series by @gurugirl 

sensitive wings blurb by @harryforvogue 

angel!y/n is pissed off at demon!harry & he knows just how to fix it by @harryforvogue 

the abyss by @harryforvogue 

new rules by @honeyskins

y/n catches harry stealing blood and things get messy by @jawllines

- part two

vampire

chiaroscuro by @moonchildstyles

vampire!harry concepts by @erodasfishtacos 

you’re someone i just want around series (ongoing) by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy 

beauty & the beast series (unfinished) by @jarofstyles

werewolf

werewolves exist, harry hates y/n, & niall eats a lot by @jawllines 

- part two: werewolves still exist, harry hated y/n, and niall’s tired of explaining stuff

blurb by @jawllines

werewolf!h blurbs by @erodasfishtacos 

werewolf!h oneshots by @erodasfishtacos 

a/b/o

alpha!h & omega!y/n series by @harryhoney-bee 

nest by @moonchildstyles

harry and y/n hate each other…but things change by @jawllines 

alpha harry helps innocent y/n in her first heat by @jawllines

- part two

alpha!harry finds a scared, confused, & recently turned omega!y/n by @jawllines

mermaid/siren

deep end series (on going) by @heyyyharry 

y/n didn’t know mermaids exist & harry can’t stand humans by @jawllines

- part two and part three

witch

citrine series by @moonchildstyles 

the witching hour by @moonchildstyles 

harry and y/n are witches, they hate each other, & something’s coming by @jawllines 

- part two and part three 

alien

alienrry series by @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy 

[mercurial-thrills]

I've been taking writing seriously for eight years. Here are eight lessons I've learned.

*Buckle up, this is going to be a long one*

As I squinted at my phone in the darkness, I stared at my Calendar. Blocks of red and pink were blocked into my schedule: do schoolwork, take a quick break, attend an online co-op class, sign up for a school workshop, finally read the first chapter of that thick textbook I bought.

Then, I looked above it all, the day of significance in magenta.

"Anniversary of Secrets." September 9th. The day I chose to take writing seriously. Between unfinished stories on loose-leaf paper, and untitled documents of characters on my desktop, writing had only been a spur-of-the-moment activity.

But then, September 9th came along. From visions of girls riding dragons and comments of classmates writing their own stories, I realized I could be like them. I could take writing as seriously as they did, spending more time on my stories than fixated on my favourite series.

In fact, writing became a fixation of my own. Over these eight years, I have watched countless videos, read a few books, and wrote hopefully around a couple hundred thousand words. As well, I have amassed a fair amount of writing advice. Here are eight of the lessons I learned over the years.

Lesson #1: Outline First, Write Later.

Ideas popped into my head like a game of whack-a-mole. They popped in and out whenever they pleased. I dreamed of cat-eared superheroes, of zodiac themed dystopias, of strange, American-style Isekais before I knew what that word meant.

My attempts to outline the story were inflated by my urge to write it. By the time I started writing my first official project, I decided to write the outline and FINISH the outline before jumping into the story.

Lesson #2: Embrace Diversity

If you've been on the Internet in literature or writing related circles, it's hard to avoid the topic of diversity, and for a good reason. Diverse situations and characters create new perspectives for readers and writers alike.

I learned to embrace diversity through a video made by Jenna Moreci:

After watching this, I thought more about my character's racial and ethnic backgrounds. Along with that, my characters became much more queer, and far more neurodivergent than I could've fathomed back in the day. Their backstories and family situations are more diverse as well: some of them were in foster care. Others came from big families.

The most important thing is to not do this offensively, and honour every culture you come across that's different than yours. Thankfully, there are plenty of resources online, such as Writing With Color(https://www.tumblr.com/writingwithcolor).

Lesson #3: Take Inspiration From Your Favourite Things.

My first story, Secrets, took direct inspiration from the books Harry Potter, Bone, Percy Jackson, Masterminds, and Eragon, respectively. But my second big project became a result of my Voltron obsession (which, assuming you're reading this on Tumblr, I'm sure you're familiar with).

The story formed as a space opera with alien planets I invented myself, and a human species who evolved to conditions on Kepler-22b. I'm not going to deny that I drew inspiration from the "Leakira and the Defenders Of Tomorrow" AU. Though this project is now its own being, I cannot deny where its origins came from.

Lesson #4: Do NaNoWriMo. Seriously.

First of all, I'd suggest staying away from the actual site. There have been numerous controversies, including demonstrating support of AI for creative works, and predatory behaviour on its forums. That doesn't mean we cannot still participate in writing a novel within a month.

Doing an unaffiliated one-month writing challenge will likely not help you get better at writing. Quality over quantity, after all. However, it will help to create a writing habit, and force you to think of unorthodox situations where you could write words… like, on the bus, in a bathroom stall, or in a waiting room.

Lesson #5: This is not going to be a career. Not for a while.

I was a 17-year-old, frothing at the mouth, obsessed with what my hands could produce at the click of keys. I wanted this to be my career. Badly.

However, college loomed around the corner, and I could not fathom spending so much money to learn creative writing in university, when it would have so little pay-off later down the line. Plus, I knew the field was a competitive one, and boy, I was not ready to compete.

If you want writing to become a career one day, go for it. Work hard on your writing. Focus on it like a bird focuses on looking for its worm. Keep in mind, however, whether the pay-off will be worth it for you.

For example, if you are willing to compete and set yourself apart, it would be beneficial to study English, Creative Writing, or Journalism at a university. You could become a copyeditor, a journalist, or a teacher, with some extra learning. However, what if becoming an author feels unstable? You could consider a career in a transferrable field such as office administration, library technician, marketing, psychology, or accounting.

Lesson #6: Fanfiction is good.

When I got into the game Terraria, I spent many hours traversing the right side of my world and building cube-shaped houses, and far too many hours before I thought I was powerful enough to fight the Eye Of Cthulhu. That aside, I started writing fanfiction inspired by the franchise.

Surely, there’s not much canon material regarding the NPCs whose names change when they get killed. So, I made my own. I elaborated on characters that had pre-existing relationships and made up my own where there weren’t any. It was a brilliant practice in writing when none of my other ideas seemed appealing.

I have since finished said fanfiction, but I still write about certain fandoms from time to time. It helps to have an outlet for creative ideas that would not fit your other stories.

Lesson #7: Don’t Fear The Critiquer

Reading my works aloud startled me to the bone. Thankfully, my friend clarified that this writing club gave good critique on his own worldbuilding. So, I showed up, and oh, am I ever so thankful I showed up, because it has, quite literally, changed the way I see writing.

Reading out my writing to others has made me better at sharing, and at accepting critique. I received a lot of praise, and I also realized a lot of mistakes. Most of all, I learned not to fear what people thought of what I wrote: chances are they’d like at least part of it.

Lesson #8: Every little bit counts.

After many years of taking it slow, life started to get busy again. Life became more cluttered, and I fought to balance my classes with any extracurriculars I may have had, with therapy appointments and going to the doctor’s to sort out health shenanigans, with the full time summer job I had, and with nurturing my relationships.

If you had a hard time reading that sentence, that’s what my life has been like for the past year or so. Busy, cluttered, hard to organize, but still manageable in small chunks. This is what writing while busy should look like. Little bits and pieces of writing, whether it be in a chapter or short stories.

The Big Conclusion

Plot twist: These eight lessons I learned were relevant to each of my eight years spent learning the craft. I spent them embracing the craft, learning to make good settings, and understanding how to create interesting plots. At the same time, I have yet to self-publish any fiction other than a short story.

Still, I’m happy with the progress I’ve made in these past 8 years. It’s been a long journey, but with every year, I learn so much more.

If you’re looking for where to start, this is where you should: whether it’s writing down that random idea that’s been sitting in your head, or scribbling down a drabble about the rain outside, just take one first step.

[allwaswell16]

All the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in September 2023. You can listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 including the fics on this month’s fic roundup which you can find here! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #54 |  ko-fi | fic recs

—Harry/Louis—

🍁 And What If I Were You by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 109k, famous/not famous) For Louis, will losing his sight give him the clarity to realise what is right in front of him? For Harry, will losing the love of his life give him the strength to finally open his heart? And can they find their way back, before they lose each other forever?

🍂 Suddenly Last Summer by @disgruntledkittenface

(E, 44k, mystery) Suddenly he has someone who listens to him and cares about what he thinks. Someone who really sees him. But their happily ever after is forever marred by an incident at a party during Labor Day weekend, and Louis is left with a choice to make.

🍁 Endgame by @brightgolden

(E, 38k, royal au) Where omega Crown Prince Harry Styles is trying and failing to get pregnant for four years, but all that is about to change when courtesan alpha Louis Tomlinson comes into the equation.

🍂 That Howling Infinite by @sweettartine

(E, 27k, uni) the one where Louis and Harry fall in love while reading Moby Dick.

🍁 Might've Took The Long Way by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(M, 21k, exes to lovers) Now Harry is back in town, and no matter how many times Louis tells himself they can't be together, they keep falling right back into each other.

🍂 Ace of Hearts by @allwaswell16

(E, 10k, historical) Louis Tomlinson, the alpha Duke of Yorkshire, had returned to England to stay now that he’d married and mated. But since his husband was also the omega he’d once held captive aboard his half-brother’s pirate ship, he held back from pushing Harry into parenthood. Part 3 of Ace of Spades

🍁 Feels Like Magic by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(M, 10k, Marcel) It's been two incredible years with the best boyfriend Marcel could ask for, but is his biggest fear starting to become a reality? Has it really all been too good to be true? Part 2 of Marcel

🍂 Light Up Any Room by crimsontheory / @ireallysawanangel

(E, 10k, Marcel) Marcel is a little nervous about having to give a speech at the library’s annual charity gala, but thankfully he has Louis right by his side supporting him. And later that night, Louis shows Marcel just how proud of him he is. Part 3 of Marcel

🍁 In Shining Armour of Trackie and Trainers by LadyAJ_13 / @ladyaj-13

(T, 9k, famous/not famous) Online dating isn't exactly working for Harry. In fact, it couldn't really be going much worse. But then the door of the bar opens, and the pack of friends walking in parts and - that’s Louis Tomlinson.

🍂 Court Wine by @enchantedlandcoffee , red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa

(T, 7k, a/b/o) after a misunderstanding during a scrabble game, Alpha Louis starts courting Omega Harry without the latter being aware of it.

🍁 I Remember (The Distances We Covered) by @lululawrence

(NR, 5k, famous/not famous) @ColleenisStylish: @LouisTomlinson my dad thinks he’s sat next to you on a train from Edinburgh right now, so if you could confirm that would be amazing. His name is Harry and he’s just had white wine and says you’re on red

🍂 U-Pop Truck Stop by @kingsofeverything

(E, 4k, truckers) After driving their big rigs all day, Harry and Louis park at the same truck stop.

🍁 Eyes so blue, Shorts so red by nonsensedarling / @absoloutenonsense

(G, 2k, alien Harry) Alien Harry discovers poetry.

🍂 Tongue Tied by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(G, 1k, roommates) “I wish that I could tell Harry that I love him, instead of getting all tongue tied and chickening out.” The Irishman winked. “You never know, your wish may just come true.”

🍁 Enemies to Lovers by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(G, 1k, poem) There's something happening at Styles' place. Louis can sense it. He's good like that.

🍂 My Muse by skipper / @skipperxao3

(NR, 1k, older Harry/Louis) My love, my life, my everything. Until the day I die, you will never cease to be my muse.

🍁 The Lovers by @reminiscingintherain

(T, 1k, tarot cards) “Come inside,” an eerie voice seemed to echo from the darkness. “Come inside, and seek your destiny.”

🍂 Are We In the Clear by asphodelknox / @iamasphodelknox

(M, 1k, historical) Louis and Harry meet across a crowded court at a time when falling in love would mean their destruction. With help from a friend, they run for their freedom.

🍁 Gaydar Lessons by @homosociallyyours

(G, 1k, girl direction) While standing around after softball practice for the company's women's softball team, Harry gets caught (and caught up) in staring at Louis as she eats a ripe, juicy peach. If only she could be certain that Louis was into women.

—Rare Pairs—

🍂 You Are A Song by @lululawrence

(NR, 3k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) To Louis, Nick felt like poetry in motion. He was a bit of chaos surrounding Louis’ otherwise monotonous days, and Louis was quickly becoming addicted.

🍁 bet on it by @nouies

(E, 2k, Louis/OMC) a fic inspired by Louis at the barricade during AFHF

🍂 you are the magic in me by @beardyboyzx

(NR, 2k, Zayn/Liam) Zayn is eight when he meets the Prince for the first time. His dad is being knighted — the King has seen the way he fought to defend his village from the enemies of the Kingdom and has decided to gift him a piece of land and a title.

[cocoabubbelle]

SCOGUE-Tember/Tober

Hi!

So, I decided to do a little something-something to motivate myself to create art and/or write. Part of this something-something also happens to involve my favorite X-Men: Evolution ship of all time 😚.

I will simultaneously be posting most of these to my instagram (same name as tumblr name) and maybe other sites.

Basically, I will try to create something about Cyclops/Scott Summers x Rogue/Anna Marie each day of or before the end of the month of September.

Will I succeed? Probably not.

Am I going to try anyway? Yes!

I will try to do these spontaneously, but if any of you are particularly interested in seeing one of these art prompts completed, feel free to send me an ask including the respective prompt!

I also might include personal random head-canon/side personal fan project ideas if I have the time, though those may be mostly reserved to my instagram 😅

Whelp! Ta-ta!

* Day 1: [💁‍♀️]

* Day 2: [💇🏾‍♀️]

* Day 3: [🧦]

*Day 4: [🦇]

* Day 5: [ ♂<> ♀] WIP!

* Day 6: [🐻‍❄️] WIP!

* Day 7: [ 9️⃣0️⃣] WIP!

* Day 8: [🗣️] WIP!

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AU’s! + Canon

- [😁] Civilian/Standard Outfits*

- [🦸🏼‍♀️] X-Men Evolution Uniforms

- [👩🎞️👱‍♂️] Favorite Scene together*

- [👱‍♂️🎞️👩] Favorite Episode*

- [💇🏾‍♀️] Hair Swap AU

- [🗣️] RANT RANT RANT!!*

- [💁‍♀️] Just Feel like Chatting*

- [🧦] Style/Aesthetic Swap AU

- [👗] Regency Era AU

- [☕️] Coffee Shop/Barista AU

- [🌹] Flower Shop AU

- [🧐] Detective AU

- [👹] Gargoyles (TV Series) AU

- [🧙🏼‍♂️] Harry Potter AU

- [ ♂<> ♀] Gender Swap AU**

- [👧👦] Younger Selves AU

- [👩🏾‍🦱🧑🏻] Race Swap AU (Any Race/Ethnicity suggestions?)

- [🦢] Swan Princess AU

- [🐞] Miraculous Ladybug AU

- [🐶] 1900s AU

- [🐱] 20s AU

- [🐭] 30s AU

- [🐹] 40s AU

- [🐰] 50s AU

- [🦊] 60s AU

- [🐻] 70s AU

- [🐼] 80s AU

- [🐻‍❄️] 90s AU

- [🎥] Disney/Dreamworks/Don Bluth/Animated AU*

- [🩰] Ballet AU

- [🦹🏽‍♂️] Villains AU

- [🎓] Private School AU

- [9️⃣0️⃣] 90’s X-Men Cartoon AU

- [🎬] X-Men Films AU

- [🕷️] Spidersona AU

- [🌙] Sailor Moon AU

- [🫀] Alternate Ships not with each other (Canon/Semi-Canon) AU

- [🫶] Alternate Ships not with each other (random Headcanon) AU

- [��️] Celebrity AU

- [🏖️/🛟] Beach/Lifeguard AU

- [👽] Alien AU

- [⚡️] Greek/Roman Gods /Demigods AU

- [🪦] Dead/Death AU

- [🍽️] Caterer/Waiter AU

- [🤡] Carnival/Circus AU

- [🧁🥯 ] Bakery AU

- [🥷] Ninja AU

- [🤖] Cyborg AU

- [🎸] Band AU

- [💂] Bodyguard AU

- [🐕] Veterinarian AU

- [👻] Ghost AU

- [⛓️] Fugitive AU

- [💃🕺] Musical AU*

- [👩‍🎤🎷] Musician AU

- [👨‍⚕️] Hospital/ Paramedic AU

- [📈] Coworkers/Office AU

- [🚔] Officer/Police AU

- [🎨] Art Student/Artist AU

- [😙] Fake (OR REAL 👀) Dating AU*

- [💍] Fake (OR REAL 👀)Engagement AU

- [👰🏻‍♀️🤵🏽‍♂️] Fake (OR REAL 👀) Marriage AU

- [🍼] Babysitter AU

- [🐺] Werewolf

- [🧛🏻‍♀️] Vampire AU

- [🌰] Castaway AU

- [👨🏿‍🏫] Teacher AU

- [💈💄] Hairstylist/Makeup Artist AU

- [📚] Bookstore AU

- [😇😈] Angel/Demon AU

- [🎭] Drama Class AU

- [🤜🏻💥🤛🏻] Gang AU

- [👩‍🎓] Students (preliminary X-Men uniforms)

- [👩🏼‍🍳] Restaurant/Waiter/Waitress AU

- [🦯🦽🦿] Blind/Physical Disability/Injury AU

- [🦔] Animal/Anthro AU

- [🧜🏻‍♂️] Mermaid AU

- [🧚🏽‍♀️] Fairy AU

- [👑] Royalty AU

- [🍎] Fairytale AU*

- [🏹] Hunger Games AU

- [🌌] Star Wars AU

- [🪐] Star Trek AU

- [⚓️] Sailor/Pirate AU

- [🌀] DC Universe AU

- [🧝🏽‍♂️] Tolkienverse AU

- [💖] Romance Film (Comedy/Tragedy/Hallmark)/etc AU*

<List is liable to expand>

<Some prompts may be combined>

Again, no guarantee that I can do something everyday, but I WILL give my best effort!

*open to do this more than once.

**open to do prompts with these versions.

[turnyourankle]

(longest to shortest)

❃ Cut Your Teeth On My Heart // 94k, E, bodyguard AU Louis has worked as a security officer for years, but he's handed his first opportunity to be team lead. The assignment is nothing like what he expected. Harry has spent years trying to distance himself from the pressure of the Twist name and legacy. But it's going to be hard to avoid when his mum hires him a bodyguard.

❃ Knives Don't Have Your Back // 51k, crime/mystery The lone survivor of an on campus massacre that claimed the lives of his four housemates, Harry is urged to take a sabbatical or transfer. Instead, he chooses to stay in school, move into the dorms, and overcome his fears. He finds comfort in a budding friendship with Louis, an upperclassman who lives on his floor, not realizing that their relationship will bring him closer to his traumatizing past rather than farther from it.

❃ Lemon Eyes // 50k, E, ABO, friends with benefits It's not proper for omegas to mess around with alphas before finding their bondmate. But Harry doesn't give a damn what's proper and fully intends on getting as much experience as he can before even trying to find one. As far as he's concerned, the right alpha won't care, and he'll have some fun on the way.

❃ Show Me How The Fire Works // 49k, E, Dirty Dancing AU The Styles-Twist holiday in the Catskills is supposed to be just that: a family holiday. A last hurrah before Harry relocates to the states for uni. Instead, it quickly devolves into a honeymoon for his parents, leaving Harry and Gemma to fend for themselves. Harry quickly befriends the staff at the resort, and is enticed by Louis, one of the dance instructors. Harry gets in over his head in an attempt to impress him, but with Gemma egging him on and a ticking clock, how could he not at least try?

❃ Hymns For Restless Stars // 37k, E, famous/not-famous, advent fic Every Holiday season Louis has his pupils write down their Christmas wishes for class. He's read almost every wish under the sun, but one girl's wish takes him by surprise. It's for her uncle not to be alone anymore. It's not a wild wish by any means, but Louis had no idea that former teen idol Harry Styles was lonely in the first place.

❃ Strawberry Moon // 20k, E, bodyswap Harry really should have known better than to agree to one of Niall’s schemes. Especially one that involved Irish magic. Then again, how was he supposed to know he and Louis would end up swapping bodies?

❃ Foothold // 18k, M, sci-fi/space Louis has crossed the galaxy with a ship full of crystals; they’re the only thing he has to offer in exchange for safe harbor. He thought getting to his destination would be the hardest part, hoping that once he got his family to safety everything would fall back into place; Louis struggles to adapt while his sisters thrive. Louis suspects Emperor Styles may have something to do with it.

❃ Head Head Heart // 11k, E, canon, BDSM After Dunkirk has wrapped filming, Harry struggles with his inability to reach subspace. He tries taking the matter in his own hands before Louis intervenes with a plan of his own.

❃ Tall Tales For Summer // 11k, E, modern royalty AU Harry knows something is up when his mum insists on throwing him a birthday party in the summer. He's even more suspicious of her intentions when he notices the guest list is all male.

❃ A Body Wishes To Be Held & Held // E, 9k, ABO, PWP Harry wants to return the favour after Louis helps him out with his heat.

❃ Like Vines (We Intertwine) // 8k, T, aliens/Roswell AU The "Roswell" AU where Harry is an alien, Louis is not, and they've both been pining after each other for far too long.

❃ Picture You Staring // 8k, T, vacation, meet-cute If there's one thing Louis won't stand for it's being replaced as his nieces' favourite uncle. Especially by some bloke they met barely hours into their holiday in Portugal who's not even related to them.

❃ Beat The Darkness // 7k, T, ABO, WWI Harry is a volunteer nurse stationed in Cairo; Louis is one of the patients in his ward.

❃Breakfast of Champions // 6k, E, humor/smut An injury relegates Harry to the weight room; Louis wears a lot of interesting shirts. AKA Harry and Louis are gym buddies. ❃ Nothing Better // 4k, E, smut, mpreg Harry and Louis aren't expecting children just yet, but the thought of if turns them on.

❃ Bloom! // 4k, T, florist Harry is a florist, and Louis is the very taken repeat customer he can't get out of his head.

❃ Breathe Into Your Well // 4k, E, ABO A rut bar. A place where omegas who are so inclined can link up with Alphas in rut. It's not a place Louis ever pictured himself visiting but in the hopes of having a memorable rut, it's where he finds himself tonight.

❃ Stillness Is The Move // 3k, E, BDSM, PWP Harry fails to follow instructions and requires punishment.

❃ So That's A Thing // 3k, E, PWP Louis notices Harry’s fascination with his nipples by accident.

❃ The Bachelors and The Bachelorette // 2k, The Bachelor AU, fake relationship "With little left to do Harry and Louis both signed up to be contestant on the Bachelorette. They meet and sparks fly immediately. They both do everything they can to get voted off but the more outrageous their behavior the more they keep getting the rose. Cue the shower scene."

[theficpusher]

you live in my bones and we live in the sun by queenmcgonagall | nr | 1212 the sun and the desert and a map and nowhere to be but with each other.

Baby, I Met You On the Highway by i_amthecosmos | G | 1978 The desert is boring, but an unexpected friend makes things better.

throbs and gleams by thinlines | T | 3728 au. harry rides motorcycle across the country and finds louis in the middle of a desert.

my youth is yours by sapphirestylan | G | 5309 Niall and Harry are uni students who go down to visit Harry's family in southern California over spring break. They leave on a road trip in the middle of the desert, going as best friends and coming back a lot more.

Alien Roadtrip! by HelloAmHere | E | 16378 For the first time in his life, Louis doesn’t know where he’s going. Harry doesn’t mind. OR: roadtrip with desert feelings, too much snack food, and empty motels. Harry is definitely absolutely not an alien. That would be ridiculous.

Cosmic Love by smittenwithlouis | M | 27185 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.

Speed Dates and Slow Lanes by zita17 | E | 34652 Overworked drama TA and script reader Louis Tomlinson just wants to make it through the end of the semester unscathed when an impromptu road trip turns his relationship with his best friend and roommate Harry Styles upside down. Basically, this is the story of what happens AFTER a pair of idiots try to become lovers. Co-starring Harry’s vintage Mercedes named Delilah, with cameos by Shakespeare, mix tapes, Denny’s, Walmart, Frank Sinatra, Joshua Tree National Park, Harry’s crocheted bucket hat, and Louis’ mesh tank top.

Have Love, Will Travel by kingsofeverything | E | 97257 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.

[lemoncrushh]

Jumping on the train here, in regards to your last answer... I find it odd when people refer to Harry as just a face claim, too. To be honest, from where I see it, it’s even disrespectful 🤷‍♀️ And I don’t mean this in a bad way to writers because I don’t think they realize what’s implied there. I wish we could talk about this more openly, but I know people tend to get defensive about this. I read fanfic and I don’t mind if it’s real Harry or not, as long as there’s some kind of story there... When we only get dirty smut inspired by a “face claim” I think we cross the line of sexualizing and objectifying him. They’re basically saying “I don’t care about him as a person, I just want to write about the way he looks and fulfill my personal fantasies”... Which is okay and I get it to one extent, as long as we admit what’s being done 🤷‍♀️

Yeah, I have very mixed feelings about all of this. First, thank you for sending this because I really do think it's something that needs to be discussed. But second, I don't want to alienate any other writers, and I'm not pointing any fingers. We are all here because we like to read and write Harry fic, regardless of the topic or scenario. And we can all exist in the same community.

I have definitely written smut just for the sake of smut. Most of us have, I think. And I don't think that's sexualizing or objectifying him. I mean, maybe it is if that's your definition, but it's not like we're in denial - it's written for the purpose of a sexual fantasy. We aren't wanting to be disrespectful. And our fandom certainly isn't the first to do it. I hate the phrase "it is what it is", but...there ya go lol.

As for the face claim thing though, I agree with you somewhat. So here's my thought - and any other writer can chime in if they want - Maybe to them he's more of just a good-looking celebrity whose face they imagine for a sexual fantasy. And it's harmless. And they'd be right. Because maybe to them imagining him as the real Harry is disrespectful. Like fantasizing about a real person is too far out of the realm of possibilities, and they don't wanna seem like some crazy fangirl who actually thinks they could get him. I totally get that.

On the other hand, I really hope it's not that they don't care enough about him as a person. My love and adoration for him may still be fangirl-like, but it is as deep and solid as it ever was. I enjoy writing and reading all kinds of stories about him, real or au, but I always imagine him as Harry Styles - not Joe Smith or whatever who happens to resemble him.

[kwritingbooks]

co-written by me & @shroombloomm

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It wasn’t supposed to end this way. Harry felt like he had been so careful. The person he thought he could trust the most let him down and now he felt like he had nothing. But he did he really have nothing? Was this all a waste afterall?

AU: star-being!harry x astronomy-student!aurora

Harry’s POV

Coming home was like a walk of shame, especially with Leon. I knew Leon cared about me, but sometimes his love felt so cold. I wasn’t sure if love was supposed to feel that way. I had always been the bubbly one out of the two of us; he was the most serious. I think that was why father would always choose Leon to do things over me, perhaps because I wasn’t serious.

But I could be.

Growing up on this planet was hard enough. Being the son of the king, I had to live up to a lot of standards, but I was afraid they were ones I simply couldn’t reach.

Father used to scold me about playing around too much, even if it was with one of the other star-kids. He told me that I should follow Leon’s steps, take after Leon, walk like Leon, talk like Leon. It was always about Leon.

Leon. Leon. Leon.

But me?

I just wanted to be my own person. Outside of my brother.

I wanted to be like everyone else, but my father never allowed me the fun activities that I should have had. So instead, I was the one that peered outside my room to see the star-kids playing. I envied them and maybe they envied me, but if they were in my position they wouldn’t feel nearly as jealous. Money was not everything, sure we had the riches, but that meant nothing to me if I wasn’t out there having fun or living a life I wanted so desperately to have.

I wanted to feel what those kids felt as they beamed from point to point together, leaving trails of laughter in their own dust. It would echo in my brain, even when they were far gone. It stayed with me like a gnawing in my chest. And once that feeling started, I never really grew out of it.

Leon took on missions way before me. My father didn’t trust me up until this point, so you could imagine my excitement whenever the mission was offered to me. Before that, I was watching Leon leave our planet almost every day to do his missions. I envied him in the worst way, I could admit that. Jealousy washed over me every time he got to leave the planet while I had to stay by mother’s side.

It was embarrassing.

And yet, I somehow managed to fuck up my first mission this bad. At least that was what it seemed like given the distant glares I would catch from Leon as I followed slowly beside him. All the way past the clouds, past the moon, and to the familiar glare of our home planet.

Our bodies grazed against the cold surface of the ground, the twinkling lights of our palace that once soothed me, now blinded me with shame ahead of us. I didn’t even bother to look up to greet the guards, who seemed to immediately notice my change in demeanor. As well as Leon’s.

We walked silently through the hallways of the palace, the silence deafening. Our heels clicking only rang louder in my ears the more I tuned into our surroundings, it being the only sound in the hallway other than my nonexistent heart pounding. When we got to my room, I stopped at the door, staring at it as if it was going to bite me.

I didn’t want to be here.

I wanted to be with Aurora.

My Aurora.

My sweet, soft, caring Aurora—

“Adhara was asking of you earlier.” Leon said. “She was asking how you were. I thought it to be quite odd, I thought you two didn’t talk after the break up. It’s been like a hundred Earth years anyway.”

My body stilled, ignoring his last comment. “She was asking about me? Well, I…we haven’t spoken in sometime, sure. We ran into each other at the bar a bit ago, but that was it. I hadn’t seen or talked to her since.”

Leon hummed, nodding. “She seems to still be fond of you from the way she was talking, but don’t take my word for it, what do I know about romance?” He chuckled lowly but quickly regained his previous stoic look.

“Ha, yeah…” I awkwardly scratched the back of my neck, pulling my lips into my mouth as I let my mind wander off.

I wasn’t sure about Adhara. Though the split was a clean break, it was odd she was asking about me. I hadn’t thought about her in a long time. Ever since I met Aurora…

Well, even before then. She had no room in my mind. I had too many things on my plate.

“Rest well, brother.” Leon’s voice shook me from my thoughts. “You will need it.”

I stood there, my mind blank. I wasn’t sure what to say, not after what he had seen. I never thought he would find me curled up with a human, yet there I was, being tended to by a human. One of the most important rules, broken, and I was caught when I was sure I was being careful. Obviously I wasn’t being careful enough.

After some moments of silence, Leon gave me a short nod and began to walk away. I felt my nerves prick up inside of me, it was that anxiety Aurora had told me about. I knew that now and I couldn’t let him go without making sure father would never hear of what happened.

“Leon, wait–” I hushed under my breath, reaching out to grab his arm. He turned around, brow arched as he looked over my sullen expression. “Um…” I dropped my hand by my side, finding myself fiddling with my fingers.

“Harry, is there something wro–”

“Please do not tell father.” I interjected lowly, eyes darting side to side as if he was somewhere around us, waiting for us to speak of something we weren’t supposed to. I was paranoid. I didn’t want him to know, it wasn’t his business. I needed to show my worth, show my father that I was able to do this mission and succeed at something for once.

Just once.

“You expect me not to bring this up to father?” Leon chuckled darkly, tilting his head in confusion as he gave me a once over. He was looking at me like I had two heads. “I mean, really Harry. You almost died!”

“Leon, I am asking you for a favor, please do not tell him!” I raised my voice enough that it echoed through the hallways, my eyes blinked hard as I scowled at him. “I need this mission. This is my one shot, I know I messed up, but I can do better!”

“Exactly, Harry. You messed up.” Leon pointed at me as he took a step closer, a grimace on his face. “This is an important mission, if not the most important mission. Our lives are in your hands and yet you are on Earth running around with a human? Does our kind not mean anything to you?”

I felt rage, but I couldn’t say that it was entirely directed at Leon. I was angry with myself too, but I was more angry that Leon was the one to point out my mistakes faster than I could admit to any of them.

“Of course our lives mean something to me!” I nearly yelled, feeling my cheeks heat into a dark blue with anger as I clenched my fists by my side. “This mission means something to me, Leon. I need this. I am simply asking you, as your brother, to not tell father. You don’t know what’s happening on Earth. There’s a man named Collins and he knows something about me. I just–I can’t quite put my finger on what all he knows yet, but he seems to be noticing my absences now and because he sees me in the sky! I don’t think he really knows it me yet, he is just tracking it but soon–”

“And what, Harry? Do you really think a human is going to know anything about our wars? Our history?” He interjected, gesturing his arms out all around us as his eyes wandered with it. “As far as I am concerned, you are to watch over the aurora lights and you cannot even do that. Instead you meddle around with humans! Is that not a part of the most important rules?!”

“Do not bring Aurora into this.” I hissed with a grimace, clenching my jaw tightly as I took a challenging step towards him. “You leave her out of this. I am taking care of this mission. You are just not giving me enough time.”

Leon laughed softly, shaking his head as if I had said something funny.

“Father was right. You are not ready for this mission.” He said bluntly, shrugging both of his shoulders as he took a step back from me to create distance. He could see how flustered and angry I was. I was sure he was trying to deescalate the situation, but his words angered me more. “I know that you have kept your nose in books all of your life and maybe you live a fantasy of being a hero, but you are not ready.”

“How do you know what I am ready and not ready for?!” My anger finally exploded, the scream ripped through my throat loudly as my fist hit the wall next to me before finding myself stomping to him.

“All my life I have had to live up to our father's expectations! Leon this, Leon that, ‘Why can’t you be as good as Leon?! Why can’t you be as strong as Leon?!” I was now inches from him, disgust written across my face as I let out a harsh breath. “You haven’t even been around! Growing up, where were you? Training! Doing missions! I would like to say that I feel like I know you, but the more we speak, the more you are nothing but a stranger to me!”

“That cannot be true–”

“It is!” I interjected quickly. “But you wouldn’t know, would you? Because you are his favorite.” I pointed towards the royal hall doors. I paused, almost not saying what I so desperately wanted to. “Are you even my brother anymore? Were you ever my brother, Leon?”

Leon trained his eyes on me, nostrils flaring as I exploded in his face with rage. It wasn’t even half of it. There was so much more I wanted to say and I could barely get the words out without feeling like I was small for showing any kind of emotion. Leon never did. My father never did. Maybe I took after my mother because she, out of all of us, was the most in touch with her emotions.

“You have no idea what it is like living in your shadow.” I whispered harshly. My chest felt like it was going to cave in. It took me back to the day I broke down in front of Aurora. The feeling was similar, but this hurt worse than any kind of disappointment I could possibly experience. “So please…brother. If that is what you are to me—” My voice cracked, causing me to flinch at the sudden emotion. “Do this for me. Please.”

His lip twitched, straightening his posture as he created distance between us. I watched as he turned on his heel and began to walk away. Just as I was about to yell at him once more, he stopped and turned his head just barely to glance at me.

“I will remain silent until I cannot any longer.” He said, hushed. “Our lives…ride on this.”

“I know…”

With that, he said nothing more and disappeared into another quarter of the house. I felt my body relax, but not by much. I was riding a high, maybe it was just a power trip, but I felt good about myself. So many times I had let Leon run all over me but not at that moment.

I almost wished that I could tell Aurora about it.

Soon.

Soon I could.

I hadn’t talked to Leon since our argument. To be honest, I had just kept to myself. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to accidentally bump into anyone I knew. I just wanted to be alone. With a book. Like I used to always find myself doing whenever things were normal. Or as normal as I could remember.

I reread one of my favorite books that I had remembered reading when I had just begun to learn our language well enough to read full sentences. It was a book about enchantment among the stars. The history of it made me gape with wonder every time. It was amazing to think such little flicks of light could completely shape who we were and how our people came to be. At least a small part of it.

It was fascinating nonetheless.

I had just gotten to my favorite part about how energy formed the enchantment for some of our first beings. Little particles swarmed together, creating a mystifying sequence of events. That little moment of joy was quickly stolen from loud thumps sounding through the kingdom, mixed with an animalistic growl.

“Harry Edward!” Boomed in a room separate of my own, from the vocal range of none other than my own father.

Shit.

“You better explain yourself immediately! Leon!” His voice sounded louder, his steps shaking the paintings that had just hung motionless on the walls.

I inched closer to my closed door. I knew it didn’t hold much protection against the anger that was waiting for me. I could tell he was opening and closing doors, along with the helping hands of random guards who must have been recruited for the job.

“Get down here now!” He somehow yelled louder, stomping his staff onto the hardened stone below his feet. It sounded like the loudest noise I had ever had the displeasure of hearing. It even sent a shiver down my back as I peered around the crack of the door.

I could see the frame of him, standing to attention in the middle of the bottom floor. Knowing he wasn’t on the same level as me did fill me with a slight amount of peace at least. It would at least give me time to run if I had to.

Just when I was about to bolt back into my room and lock myself away from his wrath, I felt two large hands wrap around my arms and jerk me backwards from the bedroom door. Gasping, I looked back to see two guards that had stone cold looks.

“Wait, don’t–” I whispered quickly, but they were not amused and instead dragged me down to the bottom floor where my father stood. I could feel my insides twisting, even if I didn’t really have insides like humans did, there was still a vivid feeling; one that I had had during my time on Earth. The stairs brushed against the heels of my feet as they dragged me, I could still hear my father throwing a fit, and I couldn’t imagine what it was about.

If I could empty my stomach like I had on Earth previously, I would’ve. The anxiety was too much for my body to handle. Standing up to Leon was one thing, but to my father? Well, that was like signing a death certificate.

When we got to the bottom steps, the guards pushed me to the ground in front of where my father stood. I landed onto my knees, my hands catching my fall onto the cold, hard floor. My eyes trained on the stone for moments, I didn’t dare to look up at him. If he was looking at me, which I was sure he was, he would notice my body visibly shaking.

“You.” I heard him spit in anger, gazing my eyes up to his sterned look.

“H-Hello, Father–” I tried to stand to my feet, but he was quick to use his staff to hit the ground, causing the floor to shake hard enough that it made me fall back to the ground, a loud yelp escaped me. Gusts of cracked flooring ricocheted in the room as I stumbled back onto my feet. Even a layer of star dust had been disrupted and sprinkled against my skin amongst the chaos.

“Just what were you thinking?!” His voice was loud and scary, one that I had heard many times, but nothing like that. I didn’t think I had ever been as scared of my father as I was right then.

My eyes searched the floor for answers. This had to be a trap. I didn’t know what I had done. Searching through my memories, I didn’t think he could possibly know anything of my wrong doings. Leon promised he wouldn’t tell father–unless he…

Lied.

I looked to the side, finding Leon that was entering the shit-show that father had displayed in the corridor. He stared, confused, watching me as I kneeled before our father with mercy.

No.

He couldn’t have.

“Father, I-I can explain–” I rushed out, locking my eyes with his as I pleaded silently for his mercy, but instead his hands wrapped around my neck and stood me to my feet. I struggled for what seemed like lightyears, but it was only a fraction of that before I was being pushed against the wall besides us.

“A human?! You have been meddling around with a human?!” He roared out, so loudly that I could’ve sworn his throat ripped from the scream.

But my body stilled.

I looked towards Leon whose eyes had widened in mutual horror. Narrowing my eyes to him just for a moment, faster than my father could have caught it. He stood far from us, it was almost like he was eavesdropping.

If I could’ve lost the hue in my face, I was sure it would’ve been some sort of meek, lilac color instead of the vivid purples it typically held. I stared wide eyed, hands wrapped around his wrist as my nails dug slightly into his form. My body shook. He knew the truth. After everything, Leon still went to tell father. He betrayed me and my trust and now I was left to be dealt with by the scariest man on this planet.

“N-No, it’s not true–” I spoke low, gulping thickly.

“Do not lie to me, Harry Edward!” He pulled me back from the wall, only to throw me back once more even harder. I felt the air leave me, inhaling sharply as my knees buckled underneath me.

“I am not lying! I don’t know what you’re speaking of!” I groaned, furrowing my brows tightly. There was a silence drawn out in the air, which I wouldn’t find as scary if he wasn’t already pissed off, but a silent father was the worst thing that could have happened in any circumstance.

“Fine.” He said shortly, pulling away from my body as he glanced towards the center of the room and gestured his hand towards it. A ball of light shone in his palm as it flattened, and his finger pointed straight out.

My own fingers were digging into my thigh as a hologram shone from his opened hand. What happened next made my throat close up. I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe. I was once again fighting against my emotions, but the current was stronger than I could fight it.

“What is this then?” He looked back at me. I stood there, picking my fingers as I forced myself to look at him. I stayed silent. “What is this, Harry?! Tell me!”

Glancing back to the hologram, there was a video of Aurora and I. We were holding hands, walking down the road. I remember this. This was after our first kiss. I had walked her home that day after class. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as my breath hitched in the back of my throat. My fingers tapped the corners, looking down at the wet liquid. Why was this happening? I recalled the first time crying with Aurora, though I had never done this before Earth. Not here at home. We didn’t do that here. Our emotions were different here. They didn’t have the same physical reaction.

Could this be happening because I spent too much time on Earth? It seemed impossible. That was crazy, right? Star-beings didn’t cry. They couldn’t.

They didn’t even know what that was.

Or was that why we never did—we just never knew it was possible?

The video kept rolling and when we got to her door, I kissed the side of her face and gave her a hug and parted ways. Watching it back, I didn’t regret it. I didn’t regret a single thing that happened when I was with Aurora. Maybe she meant more to me than I could ever possibly admit to myself. But in that moment, I knew I was fucked regardless.

I was done for.

My father balled his fists up, making the hologram close and there was nothing but a dull room. Dull because Aurora could always light the room up with her presence and even if she wasn’t in this room, I could feel her anyway.

She was everywhere around me.

“Father, I–”

“You have failed me once again.” He interjected as he turned towards me, staring daggers at me. “The most important rule and you’ve disobeyed me. I knew that you were not ready for this mission, but your mother wanted to give you a chance. I should’ve never listened to her.”

“Just let me explain mysel–!”

“No!” He roared out, slamming his staff down once again onto the ground for emphasis as he stalked towards me. “To think I had faith in you? To think that for a mere moment that you could ever be like–” He stopped himself.

My chest stung, face softening as my lips parted. Once again, I felt like a kid. I was two moon pebbles tall, watching my father beam proudly at Leon while he smugly excelled at all of his tasks. When I was younger I always looked up to my brother. I always wanted to be like him.

But realistically?

I never really stood a chance.

“Say it.” I gritted through my teeth, balling my fists by my side as I stared at my father who dared not to look at me. After a few moments of silence, I could feel the anger boiling up. “Go on! Say it, father! I could never be like Leon!”

His fingers tightened around his staff, clearing his throat dryly. “I cannot have you messing this up for us! Our lives are at stake, Harry! You–you’re off the mission! You’ve left me no choice!” He yelled loudly, causing me to flinch. “Leon will be taking your place, effective immediately. You will no longer be allowed on Earth. You are to stay here, perhaps do more training–”

“I’m off the mission?! You cannot do this!” I blew my top, stomping towards him, teeth clenched tightly in anger. “This is my mission! Mine! You never gave me a chance!” I started to panic, maybe it was for all the wrong reasons, but I couldn’t go another day without seeing Aurora.

The thought of losing her forever, not being able to be around her anymore. I had grown so fond of her. I realized now that I had feelings for her. They were deeper than I could’ve imagined.

“I will do what I must to keep us alive! And you must learn there are consequences to your moral failings!” Father screamed back at me, a cold look shooting towards me. “You are off the mission! That is final!”

Anger and sadness encapsulated my body. I watched as my father walked out of the corridor to reside and I was left there with the guards that were standing by the staircase. I stared at the floor as it was all I could manage to do. I was trying to process everything, thinking about all the times I could’ve been more careful with Aurora.

Leon rushed towards me, eyes widened. “Harry, I swear I didn’t—“

“Are you happy now?!” I yelled at him in anger, shoving his hands off of me as I backed away from him. “Do not fucking touch me—do not even get close to me!”

I was livid. I felt so many emotions, I didn’t know what to do with them. They were hitting me all at once. For a moment I wanted to cry and the next I wanted to blow a hole through the wall. For once, I couldn’t predict what I was going to do.

“You must believe me, Harry, I swear—“

“Do not speak to me, Leon!” A throat ripping scream surpassed my lips, surprising not only me, but him as well. He stood there in shock, lips pressed tightly together before backing away from me. “Don’t you get it? You’ve ruined my life before it ever began!”

I needed to be alone before I did something irrational.

I felt myself choke on a sob, tears streaming hotly down my cheeks as I pushed myself past the guards and stomped myself up the stairs. I tried to hide my emotions. That was one thing I was never good at. I wore them on my sleeve, and sometimes I envied Leon for how well and composed he was with his emotions, but me? I always got the short end of the stick.

“Harry, darling? What’s happening?” My mother watched at the top of the stairs, concerned as she saw the wet streaks run down my face. She looked in deep concern, but I wasn’t sure if it was due to my yelling or by the mysterious tears she had never seen before.

I let out a weak sob, shaking my head to her as I pushed past her and made my way to my room. I was always so open with my mother, but this time I needed to keep to myself. If I was to talk now, it would only hurt more. I used the back of my hand to brush away the tears, pushing myself into my room before slamming it shut and pressing my back against the door once and for all.

Peace.

Finally.

Time wasn’t felt the same way on our home planet compared to how it was felt on Earth. Earth had the sun and the moon greet them to match different times of the day. There was a societal structure to everything and everyone followed it according to where they were located on their floating rock.

Our floating rock didn’t have those societal rules. We didn’t have the sun to light up and reflect against our faces. We never got to feel the warmth of the morning sun after freshly waking up. We didn’t even wake up because we didn’t even sleep.

All that was to say, I didn’t know how long it had been. It felt long, but time also seemed to stop since my last argument with father and Leon. I hadn’t left my room for any reason. There had been a couple of attempts from my mother to check on me, but I always came up with some excuse as to why I couldn’t talk.

I doubted she even believed me when I gave her each new excuse.

I need to rest. Our beings didn’t rest.

I’m studying right now. All my studying materials were in the library where I left them.

I have a friend over right now. I haven’t talked to any of my friends here since before the mission even started.

She never questioned it, though. She always just let me be.

In reality, all I had done was sit in varying spots. For awhile it was slumped over in one of my study chairs that remained useless recently. Then it became me migrating to the floor, face first against the cold surface. That was my favorite out of the options I found. Although, I didn’t mind floating in circles. It took too much focus to keep doing it for too long though.

It was hard to focus on anything besides the words that cut so deep rock in my brain so loudly. It was never ending. It almost felt like I had lived my life a lie this whole time. No one in this family ever really valued me. No one ever believed in me. And maybe that was why I continued to fail in their eyes, because that was all they ever thought of me. So much so that I started to believe it myself.

And now here I was.

I considered slipping out through the window, but whatever was outside didn’t interest me enough. I didn’t want to see any of those backstabbing good for nothing guards either. They all thought the same about me anyway. They were always so far up my father’s ass that he could say anything and they would believe him.

Anger festered for a long time while I was willingly holed up in my room. I was so angry that I couldn’t even pinpoint the specifics. I was mad at everything. Leon was who I was most angry at, not even father. I expected that out of him, but Leon?

He promised and he broke that promise. So quickly too. I could never trust him again. I couldn’t trust anyone. Not even mom. She would just tell dad anyway.

I was drained. I was drained of any semblance of who I used to be—or at least of who I used to believe I was. Maybe this was the realization of my reality afterall. I did seem to screw everything up. Aurora will never know what happened to me. She would probably think I wanted to cut her out of my life.

But that could never be more wrong. I needed her. Now I would never see her again. It was hard to fully even blame anyone else. I knew I shouldn’t have done what I did, but I still didn’t regret it. The fact that I didn’t regret made me start to believe what father and Leon had said from the beginning.

I wasn’t ready. And I never would be, because I couldn’t stay away from her. I couldn’t.

I would see her again. I would make sure of it. I just wasn’t sure how. This just couldn’t be the end.

Knock knock.

“Studying again, mom. Maybe later.” I mumbled from a couch cushion that I had submerged my face into awhile ago. I could smell the fragrance or juniper that had been brushed on by mother sometime ago.

“Not mom.” The voice said from the other side of the door. I shot my head up, not expecting the sound of my brother speak. The knob wiggled, but the lock fought harder against the movement. I felt my nerves prick at me, slowly soothing themselves when the movement stopped.

For a moment I thought he has given up, just like mom when she would try to engage in conversation with me.

I smashed my face back into the pillowed fabric, quickly gasping when I heard a loud noise from the door. My head picks up, seeing an opening where my door once stood. Leon’s hand steamed with vapor as he reached out in front of him.

I grumbled under my breath. I could lock my door and lie all I wanted, but if Leon wanted something, he would always find a way around it. Even if that meant using his powers to do so. I should’ve known.

“I don’t want to talk, Leon.” I pointed my attention out towards the window, pretending to be interested in the same scenery as I had seen every other time I had spent infinite amounts of time in the same spot. “Not right now and not ever. Get out.” My tone was bold and serious. I meant every word.

“Harry.” He drew out a long breath. I could already envision him looking at the ground, trying to think of a way to manipulate the situation so he could get what he wanted. I knew him better than he thought I knew him.

I was so tired of being fooled by him. Not again.

“Harry you need to get out of your room. It’s not good for you. Mother is worried about you.” He said through a disgruntled breath. It wasn’t disgruntled in the way it normally was when he didn’t immediately get his way though. I couldn’t tell exactly why though.

“Don’t talk to me about what’s good for me. That mission was good for me. Earth was good for me. I’m starting to believe I’m more appreciated down there anyway. People actually care about me there. It was a nice change.” My eyes stayed focused on the beings floating below. I watched them as they ventured in and out of different rock-formed buildings. Some looked happy. Some looked neural. Some even looked like they were in a rush—for what, I wasn’t sure.

“Harry, don’t say that.” He held his breath and I could hear it. His feet making closer steps in my direction were heard but I did my best to ignore it. I wanted to ignore everything that was going on. Everything besides the strangers below. That was all I wanted to be interested in at the moment.

“You know I didn’t tell him, right? I have no idea how he found out. I didn’t have a reason to tell him. I told you that.” I could feel him behind me now. Even his shadow felt intimidating.

“Why should I believe that?” I grumbled into my palm as it rested tightly against my chin.

“How would I have gotten a video? I had just found out. Why would I even need a hologram for father to believe me? I could’ve just told him simply and he would’ve believed me. It has to be someone else.” He walked up to the window I was peering out of, seemingly searching for the same mindless things I was.

I turned my body in his direction, meeting his eye this time. He continued to trace the beings’ paths of voyage down the pebbled path.

“So it wasn’t you?” Was all I could manage to say. It was like I was talking aloud to myself. I couldn’t believe the words out of my own mouth. This whole time I believed it was him, but he was right. Father would’ve believed him just by him saying something happened. It got me into countless trouble as a kid, whether it was true or not. It didn’t matter.

He was right.

“No, Harry. I told you.” He said as he looked into my eyes. They didn’t waver or have an evil glimmer that it normally did when he was trying to trick me. There wasn’t anything in between his words that reeked of his normal manipulation tactics. He was serious.

I huffed a deep breath, looking back out of the pane of sparkly glass. I wasn’t going to apologize for assuming. I had every right to assume. He gave me no reason to trust him, so he couldn’t be surprised that I thought that.

“I wanna help you figure out who it was. He paused and stepped in front of me to block my view. “Who knows what else they know? What if it’s a light guardian? Some kind of spy?”

“Spy?” I repeated. “Like someone watching me?”

“Watching me. Watching you. Watching all of us. That’s what we need to figure it out.”

I stood up straighter now, no longer laying my body in different directions against the chair. My voice even perked up, less slurred and depressed like it had been. Life sparked back in me.

“How do we find that out?” I questioned him curiously. I hated that I was still going to him for answers. Had I learned nothing?

“Not here. Follow me.” He gestured for me to follow him as he passed through the empty doorframe. I rolled my eyes, remembering how annoying his entrance was.

Before I knew it, we were outside, a place I hadn’t even considered going near since I got back to this hellscape. My bedroom was all I had recently, especially because I couldn’t have what I actually wanted. Or needed. Her dark hair still flowed through my mind so easily. Maybe that was what humans felt when they dreamed. The details of her that I memorized felt so real and so made up all at the same time.

I felt lightweight, but not in the lack-of-gravity way. Like in the way I would when I was on Earth in a fully human body. Everything felt fuzzy and a bit disorienting. I found myself wondering if Leon would know what I meant. I wasn’t going to bring it up though. I felt alienated enough.

Plus I was still confused on where we were going.

“Where are we going?” My voice broke out with slight annoyance as I continued to get bored of the slow pace he maintained. He seemed to look at every little detail that was around us on both sides. Like he was seeing movies of moments with each step.

If I wasn’t so annoyed I might have found myself doing the same. The space in front of us, our own private area given to our family when our father accepted the throne, was full of endless memories growing up. Some good, some bad. Some really bad. But, also some really good too.

I was still too drained to think of anything else besides how I wanted to go back to my room and continue the pathetic attempt at a life I had going for me. I just didn’t understand why he was bringing me all the way back here to tell me some seemingly secretive plan on how to find these people that we didn’t even know existed or not.

Sure, it was a possibility. Plenty of people would have wanted our heads on sticks when light guardians were brought into the equation. But they could do so much more damage than tattling on the king’s son. They could kill me if they really wanted to. Especially on Earth, but they didn’t.

So was it a light guardian that sent in that hologram? I didn’t get it.

Before I knew it, I stumbled into the back of Leon. My face screwed into confusion, my arms reaching out in front of me instinctively.

Leon whipped around with a confused look, quickly shaping into amusement. “Still clumsy as ever, I see.”

I fought a smile that spread over my lips, not wanting him to get the satisfaction or idea that he was completely off the hook for everything that had happened.

Luckily, he had already turned around and took a sharp right at the marble statue that stood at least three times our size. Suddenly I remembered one flash of memory of us climbing to the top, only to shortly be yelled at by our mom to get down before dad saw. We would pretend to ignore that mom would smile at us with a wink. She always seemed happy when she found us doing normal brotherly activities. I never realized that was what that look meant until I got a lot older.

Following him felt like another eternity, but I knew where we were going now. We were heading somewhere we hadn’t been in hundreds of years. We stopped going once Leon met the age where he started going to missions. He would promise we would go again when he would get back, but then he started leading those missions and soon lost track of time. He was always busy—whether busy at work or busy being praised for doing everything I couldn’t.

The same space traveler that had a bright blue gleam along each side still stood proudly. Its rounded body still looked like it had never been touched, not a scratch of color or a bend in the metals. It had withstanded so much, from blasts of star energy thrown to asteroids bouncing off like hail.

It actually seemed to glow brighter with a green hue as we got closer. A wave of guilt came forcefully as I realized I had completely pushed away and forgot about this thing. This thing traveled for us during attacks, sure, but it was also how Leon and I got to our favorite spot in the entire galaxy.

Our lone star that we named Solus. It was the Latin word for “alone.” We both agreed that that was what that star was for. It was our secret spot for when things got to be too much. There weren’t any guards watching us when our parents couldn’t. There weren’t other beings watching us just to catch the next drama to concoct about us. We were always just Harry and Leon here. That was it.

We still hadn’t said anything, even after coming to the realization that we were going to go to Solus after all this time again. There wasn’t anything that needed to be said anyway. We both understood why we were going there. We just needed to be Harry and Leon for this.

The mobile rocked a bit from our bodies shifting inside as it was suspended in its gravity-induced landing. Little freckles of moon dust got pulled in as we shut the door behind us. It let out a sucking noise, indicating that it was closed completely tight.

Leon made his way to the steering mechanisms silently, but instead of immediately following him, I looked around at all the blinking buttons. Each had different colors, indicating different codes that I could never remember. That was also probably why I was never allowed to steer myself.

“Ready?” Leon asked. I heard his buckle click into place, strapping his chest to the seat. His fingers danced around the dash, pushing different buttons and flicking switches in opposite directions that I also didn’t understand.

I nodded my head and found my way in the seat beside him. My arm extended towards the crossbody belt, hearing the same click as Leon had made.

“Ready.” I finally spoke up, intertwining my fingers together in my lap.

It was hard to conceal all of the excitement I had. I almost felt like a kid again. Back when Leon and I actually knew each other.

Within moments, a gust of light encapsulated our space traveler, making a buzzing noise that increased in intensity. Until the light vanished, immediately jolting us forward. Flashes of light zipped past, not allowing us any time to even make out the star formations. It all seemed to mix together and create one big stream of light that would only slightly waver if I looked close enough.

It didn’t last long until the ship came to a holt, sure to have flung us to a different galaxy if we weren’t belted in the way we were.

If I had bones I was sure they would’ve cracked one by one. If they even remained intact.

“That doesn’t feel any easier than when we were younger.” Leon muttered under his breath, rubbing at his head with a chuckle. He clicked himself free, pushing more random buttons to finish docking it.

“If anything, that felt worse than when we were kids.” I said with a smirk, fiddling with my own belt now.

“We’re just old now, eh?” He shot me a joking look as he walked out towards the door, waiting from a distance as it swung out with a few dinging noises.

Everything was so still. Every little flake of light looked just as we had left it. It was no brighter or dimmer than I last remembered.

And the silence. We didn’t hear footsteps or people chatting away about useless things. We didn’t hear any of it. Not even the mobile we had taken to land; even it floated without a single noise coming from it.

I had almost forgotten that Leon was there until he snuck around me, taking the first step onto the brightened surface. It gleamed against his skin, highlighting features I hadn’t noticed since we were kids.

His nose was pointier than I remembered and his cheekbones didn’t look as sharp now that so much light was finding every corner of his face.

I smiled for a moment, almost forgetting why we were here in the first place. That smile dropped.

I took a step onto the ground, whipping around behind me from the sudden noise of the door closing behind me. When I turned back around, Leon was there chuckling from my startled look.

I ignored it and walked past him. It wasn’t a large star, which was why it never seemed to be visited by anyone besides us. It only took a few extra steps before reaching the edge of it.

A gradually fading flow of light surrounded the star, showcasing the countless amount of others all around us. This was our favorite one because it gave the perfect view of everything we could have dreamed of, but particularly the moon.

That was one thing I missed while on Earth, being able to see it so close when dancing through the galaxy—or even just when at home through my bedroom window. Earth was beautiful, but it could never top something like this.

The craters were so much deeper and full of life. I remembered when we were younger that I would bet Leon that I could even jump through the stars and reach it. Leon never let me try, but now I saw why and how that was impossible.

Watching it from here was perfectly fine. I enjoyed it just the same.

“You remember back at the height of everything? When I was back home before my mission was supposed to end?” Leon voiced calmly behind me. He reached my side and sat down.

I looked down at him, considering if I should keep standing or not too. I decided to sit down.

“Yeah, you finished it way quicker than father expected.” There was a sense of glum to my own voice. I didn’t want to just sit here and look back at all of his accomplishments again. I could even feel my anger start to bubble back up.

He shook his head. “No.”

My eyebrows crinkled, averting my gaze from the moon and to his face now. “No? What do you mean?”

He exhaled a large breath while still fixated on our sea of stars instead. He had a look of defeat along his features, making me even more confused.

“No, that’s not what happened. That’s just what I said happened.”

“What do you mean? The mission was completed. Father even said so.” I rebutted almost defensively. Did he lie for the sake of Leon? Was the mission even really completed?

“It was completed, but not by me. Father sent in Callisto and Kepler to finish for me.” He paused as he adjusted his hair out of his eyes. “I was taken off the mission.”

I turned to face him in bewilderment.

“What?” I couldn’t believe it. I felt like I was in the middle of a joke, waiting for the punchline. But it didn’t look like the punchline was anywhere near.

He nodded his head. “I got taken off because I met someone, too. Her name was Mathilde and we were in France at the time. I think it was about 1901.”

He hadn’t looked me in the eye yet besides a brief glance before he finished his sentence. There was so much going on in my head at once. So many emotions at once. I couldn’t even pinpoint what came first or what was the strongest of the bunch.

He continued. “Father still doesn’t know. I think he was suspicious at first, but he never dug deep enough to figure it out completely.” He shrugged his shoulders, a mild slump in his back now formed as he glared ahead.

“So what actually happened? Why did you get kicked off?” I gaped with wonder. It felt like puzzle pieces were finally getting put together. Leon really was just Leon. He wasn’t any better than me, he was just better at hiding it.

He finally looked at me. There was a sadness in his eyes. I think it was guilt.

“It was mom actually. And I forfeited my spot in the mission. I had to, it would have cost us too much if I stayed on. I knew I wouldn’t have been able to separate myself from her if I was still on Earth.” I swore I saw a tear begin to collect at the corner of his eye.

Could he cry, too?

“What about mom?” I immediately questioned. I wasn’t even mad anymore. I was too curious. It felt like a wall finally came tumbling down, granting me a sense of relief.

“She found us. Well, she had come down to check on everything. She was too excited to wait for my return home and wanted to see it herself. But…” He trailed off for a moment.

“But what?”

“But I was with Mathilde. Mom tracked us to Bois de Vincennes, a park we went to often. She told me about how they had just had the summer olympics there the summer before. It was beautiful.” His eyes were ahead, but I could tell he wasn’t looking at the scenery in front of him. He was reminiscing on the memory.

“What did she say? Was she upset?”

He shook his head again, looking down at his feet and then back up to me. “No. Disappointed, but she never made me feel bad about it. She was glad I was happy, but she’s the one who convinced me to take myself off the mission. I knew she was right, too. That was the hardest part.”

I hummed in thought to myself. “And that was it? You just went back home and never went back?” I felt my palms grow sweaty, imagining that reality for myself. There was no way I would be able to forget Aurora or not see her again.

His nose twitched as he bit against the inside of his cheek. “Kind of. I had one final evening with her before I could muster up the courage to leave. I wasn’t allowed to mention me leaving. She never found out why I left and I never found out what happened to her afterwards or how she reacted.” The tear that had came and went was now back and falling down his cheek this time.

“You never thought to go back?” I asked him.

“All the time, but I knew I couldn’t. Sixty years had passed on Earth by the time I was sent on my next mission, and it was in Turkey. I was scared to know if she was alive or not.”

“Wait, there’s a place named Turkey? Isn’t that a bird?”

“Harry—.” He let out a breath.

“Sorry.”

“Anyways.” He continued. “I just wanted you to know that I get it, okay? I would have given anything to tell her goodbye or at least explain. She didn’t know what I was, so I couldn’t. I was too scared.” He opened his mouth to say more, but quickly sealed it again.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t think I could say anything. I didn’t know what to say.

He found his words again. “I want you to have that. You deserve it. That’s why we’re going back down.”

My heart stopped. “What?” I was in dismay. I even considered insanity. There was no way. “Right now?”

He shook his head, a wide grin spreading across his face where the tear still stood. I couldn’t resist my own.

His face grew stern again as he stood up. “Only this once. Only to say goodbye.” He extended his hand for me to grab me up.

He looked so tall as he stood in front of me. He was the brother I remembered growing up, before he was put on a higher pedestal than me. He was just my brother. He was just Leon.

“Okay.” I said as I reached for his hand. “Only goodbye.”

[missluckycharms]

Alien!Harry seeing boobs for the first time

He’d be all 🤨🤨

“Okay, I’m ready … wait!”

Y/N sighs as she stands in front of him, watching as he gets comfy on her bed.

“… okay, I’m ready!” He smiles, she just laughs as she lifts up her shirt, his eyes widening as her tits spill out, his mouth slightly agape as he tries to figure out what to say.

“You’re just walking around with two planets on you?!” He gasps out, as giddy as a teenage boy as Y/N just sighs, pulling back down her shirt.

“No! Don’t put them away … wanna look.”

“It’s weird if you just stare.”

“Can I touch?”

“One boob, five seconds.”

“Two boobs, ten seconds.”

“Fine. Make it quick.”

[angelichl]

I told the stars about you

[starshapedkookie]

At the End of the Day

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for 8 years, going through absolute hell and back together. After senior year of high school, you and Jungkook began a tradition of taking annual vacations together during the summer months. This summer is no different, with you and Jungkook celebrating graduating college just a couple months prior. You're set to move to NYC after the summer, with you and Jungkook soaking in the sun and as many moments as you can together. You'd think nothing could ever tear your friendship apart with him, but when you've sat on the beach for too many days in a row watching him surf, you can't help but wonder - when did your best friend get so hot?

➢ pairing: jungkook x female reader

➢ genre: high school friends to lovers, ex-baseball player jungkook, beach/vacation au, fluff, smut, a little angst

➢ warnings: language, angst, use of edibles, drinking, graphic depictions of smut (fingering, fem. receiving oral, light choking, dom-ish(?) jungkook, protected sex, obscene use of term baby) also i know that in the little mood board i created, the girl is a teeny white girl & i don't want to alienate any of my poc readers at all - i just thought these pics fit the vibe so take them with a grain of salt 😊

➢ word count: 13.3 k

➢ mini playlist: at the end of the day by wallows, satellite, late night talking, carolina by harry styles, no angel by beyonce, ICE (we should do drugs) by labrinth, unusual you by britney spears

posting this in honor of BTS' 9th anniversary. i think i will be sad about their hiatus for the next few days, but i know amazing things are coming for them. bts has saved me more than anyone could imagine - and this story feels like a love letter to jungkook. i hope you all enjoy.

∞

You’re secretly watching him through your sunglasses, bottom lip tucked between your teeth in your observation. The sun’s rays are hot and you should probably reapply your sunscreen, but you can’t budge in your chair. From this distance, he probably thinks your eyes are still focused on the open book in your lap but that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

You’re not exactly sure when Jeon Jungkook became so sexy. It was definitely a slow burn of growth and puberty overtime, still shocked that your best friend of 8 years looked like this now. Muscles covering his body; leaned out and defined just enough. His hair cut immaculately after a few rough stints of trying to grow it long the last two years of college. Multiple piercings in his ears and you can’t even get started on the eyebrow and lip piercing he’s gotten in the last six months. Tattoos—god his fucking tattoos—covering the entirety of his right arm; shoulder to hand. The only thing that remained the same about him was his goofy personality and lame attempts he called jokes. 

When you had first met Jungkook, he was 15 and you were 14, only a few months younger than him. High school orientation is where you met to be exact. Perhaps out of privilege, both of you ended up at the same private high school—nationally ranked for its academics and sports. It’s not hard to guess what you were there for and what he was there. Jungkook was one of the shyest people you had ever met at the time. You’d later find out that he was scouted by the high school’s baseball coaches to join the program. He was skinny like a tree branch, had a black bowl cut, and a nose too big for his face. You don’t know exactly why the two of you ended up becoming best friends but either way, you were grateful that he was in your life. 

It’s just now, your friend just happens to be insanely hot and more confident than ever. Like you’ve said, you’re not sure when this transformation happened or how you were able to ignore it for so long, but goddamn—

You quickly shift your gaze away from Jungkook as he begins to make his way back to your chairs from the water. Your focus goes back to the pages of your book—a contemporary beach romance—very fitting for your vacation to the beach this year. Jungkook makes his appearance as you’re adjusting your sunglasses, setting down his surfboard on the sand with a thump—a hobby he’s picked up in the last couple years. 

You bring a hand up to further block the sun as you smile up at him, “How’s the water?” You ask. 

A playful smirk slowly spreads across his face and you soon regret your words when he leans over you, shaking his head of hair like a dog. 

“Jungkook! Quit it!” You yelp at him when the cold water its your skin, holding your book out to protect its precious pages. He laughs, clearly proud of himself—you having to make a conscious effort to ignore how his abdominals contract with each suck in of his breath. 

“It’s alright, waves are pretty easy today,” he says running a hand through his wet hair to get his bangs out of his face.

“Just be careful out there, please,” you tell him like it’s a warning. 

“Yeah yeah, I know,” he pauses as he takes a long drink of water. “How’s the book?” He asks as he sits down in the chair beside you, throwing on his pair of sunglasses. 

You gulp, almost not even hearing his question. 

“It’s cute,” you say, book marking your page and setting it down on the towel that’s between you two, “Kind of repetitive though.” 

He nods once before looking away from you, outstretched beneath the sun, “All the books you read are the same,” he chuckles, shoving his feet into the sand. 

You narrow your eyes at him even though he can’t see you behind your shades, “I’d beg to differ,” you tell him, “Just because I like romances with happy endings doesn’t mean they’re all the same,” you defend yourself. 

He glances at you, a smile playing on his lips, “Sure.” 

“Fuck you Jeon, when’s the last time you’ve even read a book?” You challenge, “The last textbook you ever had to read in college?” 

He makes a hum in not-so deep thought, “Probably,” he shrugs and you roll your eyes with a laugh escaping your lips. Though Jungkook doesn’t voice it, he likes hearing you laugh. “This reminds me of the first trip we took,” he adds in. 

You hum in agreement, a small smile forming across your face. 

Both of you then lay in silence as you pick up your book again, soaking up the sun and sound of waves crashing a few hundred yards away from you. Silence is never awkward between you two. It hasn’t been for years at this point. You enjoy his company enough that there’s no need to talk to each other constantly. You know everything about him and he knows everything about you—minus the minuscule crush you’ve developed for him overtime. It’s innocent really; Jungkook was your best friend, funny, attractive, and you talk to him nearly everyday. It would be abnormal if you didn’t feel a twinge of something beyond friendship with him occasionally. 

At least, if you tell yourself that enough; you’d hope it would be true. 

As you peak at him again over your sunglasses, he’s closed his eyes in relaxation, and you begin to think about the journey that’s led you to this very moment. 

After you and Jungkook made it through high school, both of you happened to receive scholarships to the same university in the city. You on a nearly full-ride academic scholarship and him on baseball scholarship. Though right before both of you shipped yourselves off to university, you two decided to take an unplanned long, beach weekend trip back to his home in Busan. It took quite a bit of convincing for your parents to ultimately let you go on a trip with just Jungkook alone. Though after Mr. and Mrs. Jeon explained that they had two extra bedrooms in their beach house and you two were ensured you had to check in with whatever you decided to do, your parents caved. You’re not even sure you and Jungkook would call it a vacation now, but at the time, it was so fun. So fun in fact that both of you decided after that trip, you two would continue to take summer trips together after the school year ended. 

Throughout your semesters at university, both of you worked part-time jobs despite your busy schedules to save up for your trips. Jungkook usually worked more hours in the Fall, given his baseball schedule in the Spring was more demanding. Yet you two somehow always made it work. The year after freshman year, the two of you went to Seoraken National Park for five days, hiking and taking multiple dips in the hot springs. After sophomore year, you both decided to save a little more and fly to Tokyo, though staying in the absolute most-dirt cheap hotel you could possibly find. 

It’s after this summer where Jungkook’s life completely fell apart—every time you look at the scar on his knee, a chill is still sent down your spine. You remember the day so vividly—an open scrimmage in the Fall with the rival university in the city. Of course, you went to support Jungkook with your roommate Lisa, excited to see Jungkook officially play as captain—an unheard of accomplishment for a junior on the team. You’ll never forget the scream he yelled out as soon as he slid into the home plate, the opposing catchers cleat getting twisted up under Jungkook’s knee. He rolled onto his side, clutching his leg in agonizing pain as the crowd watched in shock. 

Jungkook had torn his ACL and MCL, as well as multiple smaller ligaments and muscles in the surrounding area of his right knee. In a fucking scrimmage, he would say through anger, frustration, and tears. The injury was career ending and that was the only time you’d ever seen Jungkook cry in your years of friendship. Jungkook had gone from someone who was expecting to be drafted in the first or second round, to someone who had lost their baseball scholarship and a fucked up knee for the rest of his life. Jungkook almost didn’t even finish school after that, though through the pressure of his parents and you, he walked across the graduation stage with you less than two months ago. You were proud him, star baseball player or not, though you know it’s something he still struggles with to this day even if he doesn’t voice it. 

After Jungkook’s knee had healed through physical therapy and other treatments, he ended up working more hours and working with little league teams in the city for extra money. By the end of the Spring semester, both of you had saved up enough money to where it was feasible to pretty much go wherever you wanted. You settled on flying to Europe, doing a two week excursion that was exhausting—but worth every penny you spent. There had been some squabble on that trip between the two of you and a third party, but the last thing you wanted was to think about that. 

Now you’re sat on Jeju Island with him, enjoying every moment you can get with your best friend before your life changes forever. Through countless hours of working, volunteering, and two internships, you had landed a dream job of being an editor in New York City. You weren’t due to move until the Fall, but the prospect of not seeing your friends and family made you extremely sad. It’s also why you’ve realized that whatever feelings you’ve harbored for Jungkook, must be kept secret deep within your body. It wasn’t reasonable to act upon them when you would be leaving—you wouldn’t ruin your friendship and leave Jungkook here in that way. 

“Earth to Y/N?” Jungkook’s voice knocks you out of your long reverie. You hadn’t even read a full page of your book as it’s still on the page you folded in the corner earlier. 

“W-what? Sorry,” you snap out of it, turning to him as you put your sunglasses on your head. 

“I said do you wanna head up soon? Make some dinner? Watch a movie tonight or something?” He asks. Your heart strings pull at the domesticity and you’re nodding before you even speak. 

“Yeah,” your expression is soft, “Though you’re in charge of the cooking tonight. I’ve done it the past two nights,” you warn him. 

He smirks, digging around his beach bag for his t-shirt to pull on, “Fine. Only if I get to pick the movie we watch.”

“Hey! That’s not fair!” You pout. After he pulls his shirt on—which you’re thankful for—he reaches over to pinch your thigh in retaliation. You jerk in reaction, “Asshole.” 

He laughs again, both of you beginning to pack up your things. Though you don’t voice it, you love hearing his laugh. 

∞

Jungkook prepares a small array of yummy dishes—tteokbokki, a chicken stir fry, cucumber salad, and of course a side of kimchi. Neither one of you had been to the store since you two arrived to the island on Sunday, so there wasn’t much else to work with now on Friday. You make a mental note to create a new list and go again tomorrow, still having another week of your two week trip. The cottage AirBnB was small but had everything you two needed for the vacation. A kitchen, dining room, living room with a pullout couch (that wasn’t being utilized), a bedroom with a king bed which even had a small balcony that overlooked the beach. You definitely lucked out in terms of booking the AirBnB on the quieter side of the island, having most of the beach to yourselves the last few days. 

“Excuse me?” You’re laughing as you look at Jungkook dumbfounded from his words. 

His mouth turns up in the right corner as he smiles, “You heard me,” he remarks, “We should do drugs.” 

He carries on his task of drying the pan he used for the stir fry, looking at you with a kink in his pierced eyebrow. You narrow your eyes at him, leaning against the counter as you watch him, fighting your own smile. 

“And where are you going to find drugs on this island?” You say pointedly. 

“Sweetheart, you know I have connections,” he retorts back, putting the pan back into his respectful cabinet. If there was another thing that Jungkook did to turn you on; his cleanliness. He was the most organized man you had ever met—unsure if he was actually part of the male species given the track record of your other guy friends. He was cleaner and more organized than you most of the time. 

“You’re ridiculous Jeon,” your roll your eyes, “Can I trust said drugs?” 

His smirk spreads even wider, knowing that he’s got you now. 

“Of course, Yoongi wouldn’t sell me anything sketchy,” he says quickly leaving the kitchen. You have no idea who this Yoongi guy is, but you go along with it. You cross your arms as you lean against the counter, your eyes drifting off to the beautiful sunset over the water. You felt lucky to spend your time like this with Jungkook. He quickly comes back, a plastic bag in hand. 

“What is it?” You ask him curiously. 

“It’s a chocolate chip cookie edible,” he pauses, holding up the bag as he observes it, “Think of it as a two for one; dessert and a high.” 

You let out a laugh through your nose, grabbing the bag from him as you inspect it from the outside. As with any edible, it looks just like a normal cookie. You purse your lips, thinking about it for a moment. You hadn’t got high in awhile—since right before graduation actually. You and your roommates shared a nasty bong, with Lisa ultimately keeping it after you all moved out. You and Jungkook had your fair share of getting high together, whether it be at parties at the baseball house or his apartment on Sundays with his roommate Taehyung. 

You open the bag, sniffing it as Jungkook watches you, clearly amused. You break off a small piece of the cookie, plopping it into your mouth knowing it will take at least an hour for you to start to feel the effects of it. It tastes good, although there’s still that tinge of THC that never goes away fully with baked edibles. 

You walk up to Jungkook, shoving the bag into his chest, “I’m going to shower,” you announce. He nods, biting his lip as you walk away from him, his throat feeling slightly clogged. He watches your frame as you disappear into the bathroom, calling after you quickly. 

“Don’t use all the hot water!” He says from the kitchen, digging in the bag to take out his own piece of the cookie. Maybe this would help him clear his head from you. 

∞

You’re giggling uncontrollably as you scroll through your phone, small cackles coming from you lips occasionally. 

“Y/N stop! Give me that!” Jungkook reaches over, attempting to take your phone away from you, but his own laughter taking control. 

You and Jungkook had decided to forgo the movie, opting to enjoy the balcony attached to the bedroom. It was well past 10 PM now, the sun fully set and a couple small candles and the lamps from the bedroom the only light sources. For whatever reason, both of you had been on a path of looking at old pictures of each other, you hysterically laughing at one of them from high school when both of you decided to go to the school dance together as friends. You were mainly laughing at the way he styled his hair, even then at 16 you thought it was ridiculous. 

“I don’t even know why you still have that picture,” he mutters in defeat on his side of the couch. 

You furrow your eyebrows at him as you push his leg with your foot. He’s sat up, right leg underneath him, head resting on his hand as he looks at you. You’re laying on your back, legs outstretched over his lap. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” You push, “I think I have every known picture of you thanks to your brother.” 

It’s the truth—you had more baby pictures of Jungkook on your phone than you did of yourself. He was just too damn cute and awkward. You and Jungkook’s older brother had a good relationship throughout the years, Junghyun, always making sure to send you gems of your best friend when he found them. They looked similar, though Jungkook pulled more features from his dad, including the big eyes and big nose, whereas Junghyun looked more like their mother. 

“God I can’t stand him,” he groans running a hand through his freshly dried and showered hair. He’s wearing a pair of sweatshorts and a t-shirt, his tattoos disappearing in the darkness. You’re wearing a tank top and sweatpants, feeling much better since your shower, even better since your high has kicked in. 

“This was a good idea,” you completely change the subject, not even really sure of your own words. 

He smiles at you, “I’m full of good ideas Y/N.” 

His smile make your heart thump, unable to keep your mind from going there. Your intrusive thoughts only took over when you were intoxicated. You stare at his lips a little too long before you look at your phone to change the song playing lowly from Jungkook’s bluetooth speaker. 

The thing about being friends with someone of the opposite species for so long—it’s that your friends could barely hold themselves from being shitheads sometimes. It was sophomore year—right before Jungkook’s accident—when you were at one of the many baseball parties you attended throughout college. While you were drunk, you knew that succumbing to truth or dare was your own doing. You should have seen it coming from a mile away when a mutual friend and teammate of Jungkook’s—Park Jimin—dared you to kiss him. If you had been more sober, you probably would have just taken the bitch cup and moved on with your life. Though being drunk and a little too curious after your years of friendship with Jungkook, you turned to him and pressed your lips against his. He—along with the entire group seemed taken aback at your actions—hearing whoops and ooo’s during the kiss.

Neither you nor Jungkook spoke about that after the party. It was almost as if it had never happened. It didn’t bother you too much given you were drunk and being silly. It was a brief kiss, no tongue, but enough to satiate your curiosity. At least at that point in time. Now, your curiosity was getting the best of you in other feats—though you’ve sworn to yourself you wouldn’t ever cross that line. 

“Do you ever think about life in like, ten years?” Jungkook suddenly asks, his gaze off to the distance over the balcony. From the cottage, you could faintly hear waves still crashing. 

“Hm,” you mumble, “I guess? I don’t know…” 

He looks over at you, “I do,” he says simply. 

“What does the Jeon Jungkook think about then?” You press, deciding to sit up some on the couch. You grab a pillow to support your back as you settle against the armrest of the couch. 

“I think about being married, having kids, that sorta thing,” his voice is low, yet serious. Through your hazy gaze, you bite your lip nervously.

“That’s very adult of you,” you try to lighten the mood with a giggle. He doesn’t laugh, only returning a fainted smile. 

“Do you not?” He looks away from you sounding rushed and little nervous, picking at loose skin along his cuticles. 

You suddenly feel a lump form in your throat, pulse uneasy, anxiety rises in your veins. Of course you did. 

“I mean yeah,” you offer weakly, “I guess I’ve just always been more concerned with the present,” you tell him honestly. 

He nods, fully understanding—it’s how he used to think too until his accident. He never truly had to put much thought into his future until that day on the field changed his entire life. His future was set and then suddenly it wasn’t. Now, he worries about his future everyday and where life is going to take him. He thought he was going to play professional ball until his thirties, making enough money that he’d never have to worry about a real job. Turns out, life had other things in store for Jungkook. And with you leaving thousands of miles away; his life really wasn’t panning out how he thought. 

“I like the idea of marriage you know?” He says with a hidden adoration in his tone. You find yourself softly smiling at him. “Like just having that one person for you, sharing a life together, does that sound stupid?” he exhales heavily after his question. 

You quickly shake your head, “Not at all,” you say pulling your legs to sit criss-cross, “We’ll all get there one day.. I feel like our paths are set for us.” 

He shrugs, feeling a little pessimistic, “I don’t know,” he breathes heavily, “I thought everything was going to work out a certain way… but I don’t know anymore,” he sounds defeated and sad. You look at him concerned, though you’re sure he’s just spitting high word vomit. You know a lot about Jungkook, but you’ve never heard him speak of such things—except during his relationship with Park Chaeyoung. 

Chaeyoung was Jungkook’s first serious relationship in the time span you’d known him. They met at the end of sophomore year, but only officially began dating at the beginning of junior year. While Chaeyoung was beautiful and smart enough to make you feel insecure, you weren’t her biggest fan. She kept her distance from you and you don’t know if you could exactly blame her. You were Jungkook’s best friend who happened to be a female. You want to say if you were in her shoes that you wouldn’t care who was Jungkook’s best friend, but you’re not sure could 100% say that. 

You first realized that Chaeyoung wasn’t particularly fond of you when you met Jungkook at the hospital after his accident; waiting to confirm his surgery date and time. Even though Jungkook didn’t want you to go, you were the one that actually ended up leaving to not make Chaeyoung uncomfortable. Throughout the rest of junior year, tension built between you and Chaeyoung, and some distance grew between you and Jungkook. You’re sure that she never knew about the kiss you two had shared the year before; she would have freaked the hell out. 

Jungkook was in love with Chaeyoung though. He fell hard and he fell fast—giving all of his love and extra time to her. You can vividly remember him talking about how he thought she could be the one. He was a hopeless romantic at heart but it’s when Chaeyoung told him he couldn’t go on the Europe trip you two had been planning for months that he finally stood up to her. It didn’t go over well, with her jealously taking over to the point where he broke it off with her a couple weeks before you two departed. 

You thought that the trip was going to be good for him to get his mind off her but when they were consistently communicating behind your back, that’s when arguments throughout the two week trip conspired between you and Jungkook. Finally, with four days left of your trip, he decided to stop contact with her and everything between you two only went up again from there. 

Though right here, right now; you can’t help but think his words are about Chaeyoung. You knew that they were acquaintances this past school year and always cordial when they saw each other. You suddenly feel insecure in the dim light, but you plaster a fake smile on your face to rid your mind of Jungkook and his ex.

“Don’t sound so doom and gloom Jungkookie,” you push yourself up and over to him, trying to make him feel better. You sit on your knees up next to him, pinching his left cheek between your fingers. He giggles but you don’t stop, pinching from his cheek to his chin, to his ear. 

“Y/N I swear to god—“ are his last threatening words that you should have taken seriously because it’s not long until you find yourself being tickled to death by him. 

“Jungkook! Stop!” You laugh, trying to fight yourself away from him, but his grip is too strong as he keeps you in place against the couch. You’re kicking your legs to try to get away from him as he attacks your side with his own chuckles filling up the space. To any outsider listening in, it probably sounds like a fucked up murderer situation.

You don’t even realize what’s happened until you open your eyes fully, Jungkook pinning your wrists down, his body hovering on top of yours. He’s stood with one leg on the ground, his bad knee resting between your legs on the couch. It feels like the world has stopped as you stare into each other’s eyes, your breath hitching in your throat. Jungkook has to make a conscious effort to not stare at your cleavage rising up and down as you breath in and out heavily. 

“I-I might go to bed soon,” you say nervously, breaking eye contact with him to unraveling yourself from his grip. He rises as you do to give you space, wiping his hands on his shorts. 

He nods, “Me too,” is all he says. 

You leave the balcony to go brush your teeth and change into your pajamas. Jungkook stays behind to blow out the candles and turn off his speaker, feeling a heaviness between you two now. As he turns the bed down, his own hands are clammy, his high waring off faster than he would like. Both of you had no issue sharing the king bed when you booked the AirBnB a couple months ago, but now he’s fully regretting that decision. When Jungkook comes back from the kitchen with two glasses of water for you both, he finds you already climbing into bed in your cute matching, purple PJ set. 

“Thank you,” you smile at him as he hands you the glass. You take a sip, feeling cotton mouth arise from the edible. 

He climbs into bed soon after, turning off the lamp on his side of the bed encasing both of you in pure darkness. 

“Goodnight Y/N,” are his last words that evening. 

“Night Jungkook,” you say weakly as you’re facing away from him on your side. While you two have already made invisible boundaries when sharing the bed this past week, you make more of a conscious effort than ever to keep space between you two as you both drift off into sleep. 

∞

It’s been a few days since your edible escapades with Jungkook. Both of you have seemingly moved on from the conversations had, the tension that had built up subsiding over the next few days. Now you two are back again at the beach in your normal routine. Jungkook’s just go out in the water from surfing and you’re laying on your tummy, starting the second book of your vacation. You decided to go with something different for you—a thriller about a writer brought in by another author’s husband to finish her books for her as she lies in a coma. Weird. 

You know Jungkook’s back from the water when you feel water droplets scatter across your back. You look up from your book to find Jungkook sat down on his towel beside you, rubbing his right knee. 

“You okay?” You ask him with concern. His major surgery scar is still less than two years old, therefore it’s still quite white and reflective in the sunlight. 

He glances over to you before nodding, “Yeah I’m good, it’s just kind of stiff from surfing on it so much.” 

You can’t help but feel an extreme amount of sadness when you watch him massage his skin. Your resting your chin on your hand as you study him carefully. From the moment you met Jungkook, baseball was his complete identity. It’s why people came up to him even if he didn’t want the attention. It’s what taught him discipline and hard work ethic. It’s what made him happy. The fact it was taken away from him so quickly terrifies you. You can’t even imagine the internal battles he’s had ever since that fateful day. 

“Swim with me?” He suddenly asks. 

Through the top of your sunglasses you glare at him, a groan leaving your mouth, “Jungkook you know how much I hate swimming in the ocean.” 

He rolls his eyes at the dramatics, “Y/N there aren’t sharks in this part of the ocean,” he laughs. 

You close your book not wanting to lose your place, “You don’t know that!” You retort. 

He laughs again, this time ruffling your hair slightly, “I’ll protect you…” he trails off, a small pout crossing his features, “Plus it’ll make this feel better,” he’s referring to his knee. 

Ugh, he really knew how to convince you. 

You then agree, both getting up at the same time. You adjust your bikini to which Jungkook stares shamelessly. Your skin goes hot and you pretend you don’t see him doing so. You walk side by side to the water, a yelp leaving your lips when you feel how cold it is. 

“Fuck Jungkook! It’s cold!” You whine as he continues his descent deeper. You’ve stopped at where the water hits your ankles, he’s at his knees. 

“C’mon princess,” he whines back and the nickname gives you butterflies, “I’ll drag your ass in here if you don’t move woman!” 

“Ugh,” you spit, “I’m coming,” you slowly walk towards him as he continues to walk deeper until he’s about to his chest, finally letting himself float against the waves after he gets over where they break. 

“Y/N,” he says threateningly as you’ve stopped where the water hits your waist.

“Jungkook,” you respond but suddenly your heart sinks when he dips his body below water, disappearing beneath the surface. Your eyes widen as you look around paranoid. You know exactly what he’s up to. Though you’re expecting it, you have no time to brace yourself when Jungkook has suddenly grabbed your leg, pulling you beneath the water. You’re screaming, bubbles escaping your mouth until you reach the surface. 

Jungkook has broken the water only a few inches from you as he laughs loudly, tipping his head bad. You push water towards his face, anger filling your body. 

“Fuck you Jungkook!” You yell, his continuous laughter pissing you off even more. 

You launch at him in the water, hiking yourself up onto his back as punishment. You wrap your legs around his torso and he adjusts you comfortably. If he was going to protect you, he really was going to protect you. 

“I really hate you sometimes,” you mutter into his ear, his back rumbling against your chest as he chuckles. 

“You love me,” he retorts. 

You really do. 

“See this isn’t too bad,” he then says looking over his shoulder to meet your gaze. 

“We’re sitting ducks Jungkook,” you mumble, eyes looking around the water, still slightly paranoid. There’s a few other people in the water and a couple surfers which makes you feel a little better. 

“It’s okay to get out of your comfort zone you know,” he raises a brow when you climb off his back, deciding to swim close in front of him. Both of you float with only a few inches between you two, water at your chests. 

“Mhm,” you say sarcastically, “That’s what they all say before they’ve gotten their leg bit off,” you move your arms around to keep you wading. Thankfully it didn’t take long to get used to the chilly water. 

He bites his lip as he watches you with an amused expression. You push away the way it makes you feel. 

“You know that’s why I wanted to be your friend right?” 

You furrow your eyebrows, moving to float on your back. Jungkook being the gentlemen he is, he ends up beside you, his arms giving your back some support in the water as you float. 

“What do you mean?” You ask him. 

You can’t see his expression as you’ve closed your eyes, the sun too bright to keep them open. His fingertips graze your skin every few seconds and you swear it feels like electricity running through your spine. 

“You’ve always been the one to get me out of my comfort zone,” he points out like it’s obvious—though you’ve never had an inkling of this. 

You open one eye at him in a squint, his face a lot closer to yours than you expected, “I don’t think so,” you laugh a little awkwardly as you give up on floating, settling back to your normal swimming position with him in front of you. 

“I wouldn’t lie Y/N,” he laughs in return, “You’ve known me for a long time, you know how fucking weird I used to be.” 

“Hey you weren’t weird,” you defend him, “Just a little awkward and going through puberty.” 

He rolls his eyes, “Fucking weird,” he repeats, “I just mean I’ve never had a friend that’s always pushed me to do things I normally wouldn’t do. Hell just the vacations we’ve taken together is just one example,” he pauses, his next words cutting him a little deep, “I feel like you’re the reason I ever had a life outside of baseball.” 

You bite your lip under the water as you don’t break his heavy eye contact. You’d never realize Jungkook thought that highly of you. It makes you feel giddy on the inside, but also a little sad that you were never that confident in your abilities as a friend. If anything, you thought Jungkook brought you out of your shell more. 

“I’m just a small part of your life Jungkook,” is what you settle on. 

They way his face falls doesn’t go unnoticed, “Trust me,” he pauses beginning a swim back to shore for you to follow him, “You’re a pretty big part Y/N.” 

∞

It’s now Friday, which means you and Jungkook only have one and a half days left of your trip. The thought makes you sad, though you know that it’s not like you wouldn’t be seeing Jungkook afterwards. He lives in the same neighborhood as you for chrissakes. But given the loom of your impending move in a couple months, you couldn’t help but feel a finality of your life here coming soon. 

You and Jungkook had gone out a couple times since being here, though neither of you had fully committed to getting too drunk. You had a feeling though that tonight you were ready to full let loose. Jungkook complimented you as soon as you were ready to leave, sending heat through your body. You were wearing a white two piece set—a small bralette type top with a matching mini-skirt that wrapped around your waist nicely. Your strappy heels gave you some height to Jungkook and you’re sure to any other tourist, you two looked like a couple. 

Jungkook looked absolutely ravishing, the familiar lump of the past couple weeks forming when you laid eyes on him. He was dressed in an extravagant short sleeve button that was a yellow and white along with white pants to tie everything in. You almost laughed one, being you’re 99% sure the shirt is Fendi—how the hell did he afford that?—and two, you’re not sure you’d seen him in anything in sweatpants and t-shirts since graduation. Even then, it took you and Taehyung a lot of convincing for Jungkook to wear dress pants under his cap and gown. 

You and Jungkook had ate dinner at a local sushi bar, getting a couple drinks there to pregame your evening. You don’t know how Jungkook ate and drank so much and keep the figure he had. It had to be genetics; there’s no other way. 

It was now a little past 9 and both of you were feeling drunk—a good drunk—a happy drunk. The bar you two were at was partially outside, with a dance floor and good drinks. You and Jungkook are talking to a couple who also happen to be on vacation. 

“Honeymooning is fun for sure,” the woman says, her words a little slurred, “Are you two honeymooning too?” 

Both you and Jungkook begin to stutter, shaking your heads awkwardly, mumbling your words together. 

“We’re not together,” you manage to get out as you lean against the bar for stability. Jungkook’s stood behind you, his chest touching your shoulder as his arm sits behind your frame protectively. 

The new husband’s eyes widen, “Could’ve fooled me,” he says, “Right honey?” 

“I agree Joon,” she eyes you up and down, clearly shameless as she does so. “Let’s go dance baby!” She suddenly exclaims. The couple—Namjoon and Camille—bid their farewells to you and Jungkook, leaving you two alone again at the bar. 

You suddenly feel a little awkward under the strangers gaze, looking up and over at Jungkook. He’s giving them a straight smile before his eyes watch them walk away, an amused expression filling his eyes as he begins to laugh. 

“You want another drink, honey?” He suddenly asks through a joke and you crack a smile, turning around to playfully push him. You catch a whiff of his scent as you stare at him intently, trying to ignore the deep stir of heat in your tummy. His gaze his vibrant as you take his sunglasses tucked from his shirt and place them over your eyes. 

“If you’re paying Jeon,” you smile at him wickedly. 

Jungkook orders both of you tequila shots, both of your faces scrunching up when you bite the lime for some relief. You have chills running down your spine, trying your best to keep the contents down. 

“We’re going to be hurting tomorrow,” you say, sliding the shot glass back towards the bartender. 

“I don’t even want to think about it,” he groans, suddenly reaching out to grab his phone. It’s buzzing in his hand, “It’s Junghyun,” he looks at you, “I’ll be right back?” 

You nod, telling him you’d be right here. You watch as he walks away from you, a deep exhale escaping you. You’re intoxicated again—intrusive thoughts taking over your brain. You reminiscence over the last two weeks with Jungkook here. He makes you so incredibly happy and you’re sure that if you let yourself, you’d fall deeply in love with him—more than you already are. You’ve been through thick and thin together. You can’t let yourself go there though—it couldn’t happen. The friendship you two had between each other was too important to you. You’re not even sure Jungkook could even feel these feelings towards you. For all you know, he was just talking about his shitty ex the other day. 

Your thoughts are interrupted when suddenly a man appears in front of you. A man that’s not Jungkook. He’s leaning his elbows on the bar as he waits for the bartender to take his order. He gives you a glance and you stare shamelessly. He’s quite attractive, that’s for damn sure. 

“You want a drink sweetheart?” He suddenly asks, the pet name not sounding as good as it does coming from your best friend. 

You find your voice over the music, “I’m good, thank you,” you smile at him knowing if you drink anymore, you’d be crossing the line of fun drunk to a miserable blackout. 

He nods respecting what you’ve said, ordering two shots of whiskey for himself. You look around the bar trying to find Jungkook. It’s loud and crowded, but you haven’t been able to spot him in that ridiculous yellow shirt. You wonder what Junghyun needed that’s taking so long. 

“What’s your name?” The strangers asks you as he turns his body to face yours completely. 

You lean towards him some to save your voice, “Y/N,” you tell him. 

A charming smile spreads across his face, “Well miss Y/N, why is a beautiful girl at this bar alone?” 

You’ve dealt with many men of this caliber, so his words don’t creep you out much. Internally you applaud him for using the term beautiful, and not the typical hot or pretty. 

“I’m not alone,” you tell him. He looks around the area you both are, your point not withstanding, “What’s your name?” You change the subject. 

He downs his second shot of whiskey, “Jackson. It’s nice to meet you,” he offers his hand graciously and you shake it in return. 

“Well Jackson,” you pause, feeling that tequila shot getting to you, “Why are you here at this bar alone?” 

He laughs, raising an eyebrow at you, “I’m not alone either,” he retorts. 

You nod slowly, a small smile spreading across your lips. Again, your eyes do another dance around the bar to spot Jungkook to no avail. 

“Do you want to dance with me Miss Y/N?” He suddenly asks taking you completely off guard. You open your mouth then close it, only to open it again to say nothing. You should say no. You know in your heart you should say no. However with no sign of Jungkook and this Jackson guy seeming like a normal guy, you felt no guilt when you take his hand for him to take you to the dance floor. 

The bar has great club and house music playing, making dancing an easy feat. Jackson is a great dancer, finding the rhythm to the songs easily as the DJ switches them rapidly. You find yourself comfortable with him, resting your hands lazily on his shoulders as he guides you through the motions. Maybe you’re too drunk, or you’re just relaxed, but you feel good in this moment. It reminds you of being a college freshman with Lisa, when you two would go to sweaty frat and baseball parties, dancing the night away with water bottles filled with cheap vodka. 

The tide between you and Jackson folds when you turn around, unknowingly pressing your back to his chest. You both are swaying in the changing lights, his arms resting on your waist protectively, his head resting on your left shoulder. You’ve always been a decent dancer too, Jackson finding it impressive as you keep up with each other. When you find a hand gripping at Jackson’s hair pulling him closer to you, it’s when reality hits, time freezing in that very moment. You’ve opened your eyes after sometime, across the bar Jungkook walks in, his eyes finding yours instantaneously. His lips part, a painful expression crossing his features. He watches you only for a moment, his heels turning himself around to leave you be, heart feeling like someone’s crucifying it. 

You suddenly panic, creating immediate space between you and Jackson. You turn around and lean up to his ear. 

“I’m sorry, I really have to go—“ you tell him in a rush. He’s clearly confused but before you can listen to whatever he has to say, your feet pick you up to the path Jungkook must have taken to get out of here. It’s difficult to get through the crowd of people, especially in your heels and drunkenly, but you manage. 

When you go to the outsider area of the bar, you don’t spot him. Shit, you think, where did he go? You start to panic, reaching for your phone out of your purse. You quickly scroll to his name, hitting the call button. You groan with an eye-roll—of course he isn’t going to fucking answer you. 

You’re not completely sure he’s not in the bar anymore, but you chance it, leaving the bar alone. Thankfully the streets are well lit and there are plenty of people around to make you feel safe. You’re typing him a mean text as you walk back towards your cottage, ready to curse him out when you see him. That is, until you actually see him—then your mind goes blank. 

Jungkook’s sat on the curb of a small, local convenient store eating what seems to be an ice cream sandwich. You’ve got to be fucking kidding. 

“Jungkook!” You nearly exclaim, “What the hell are you doing?” You approach him, stumbling slightly in your heels. 

He quickly notices how unstable you are, standing up to steady you, “You okay Y/N?” 

You push him off you, “No the fuck I’m not okay,” you spit at him, “You just left me there?” You’re drunk and frustrated, that’s all you know. 

“Here,” he offers the rest of his ice cream sandwich. You can’t resist him and you take it, eating it in two bites. He watches you carefully before saying, “Sorry, I just thought you were preoccupied.” 

You throw away the paper wrapper, looking at him like he’s crazy. 

“Are you for real Jungkook?” You press, not caring if you’re bringing attention to the two of you as people pass by. He shoves his hands into his pockets, exhaling heavily. 

“You want to go home?” He asks with straight lips. You cross your arms over your chest angrily, what the hell was his problem? 

“Do you want to go home?” You ask him in retaliation. 

He only looks a you a brief moment before nodded slowly. This conversation is seriously sobering you up faster than anything has ever before and nothing productive has even be said. 

He turns around, “C’mon,” he says. 

“What do you mean?” You ask him confused as he’s widened his stance, as if he’s ready for you to plow over him. 

“Hop on Y/N,” he says, “And don’t even try to fight me on this. I know your feet are killing you.” 

He wants to piggy back you home. You stay put, hands playing with each other awkwardly staring at his back. He glances over his shoulder and says your name again. 

“B-but your k-knee Jungkook,” you say hesitantly. You knew Jungkook weight lifted and did enough cardio for him to live until he was 105, but the last thing you wanted was for him to injure himself again, especially because of you.

“It’s fine Y/N, I promise,” he says, “I just want to get you home.” 

As you brace yourself on his shoulders, you try to jump as light as possible to lessen the blow to his body. He catches you gracefully, adjusting your knees in his hands. And home is where you two go. 

∞

After you two walk into the threshold of the cottage—you insisting on walking the last little bit of the way—a parable tension that could be cut with a knife has settled between you two. You tried your best to talk to him on the way back, but his answers were short and uninterested. You only had remnants of your drunkenness left inside you and if anything, you were tightening back up, even angrier than when you left the bar. 

Jungkook’s about to walk into your shared bedroom before you call after him. 

“Wait Jungkook!” You say. He stops in his tracks, turning to look at you. His face is unreadable in the dim lights of the cottage. “What the fuck happened back there?” You ask him as you take off your heels, leaving them by the couch. 

“It’s nothing Y/N,” he brushes you off, turning around to continue his path to the bedroom. Of course you follow him; he expected it. 

“Jungkook, come onnn,” you press, “Are you that pissed that I was dancing with someone else?” You can’t hide your anger and frustration if you tried. This wasn’t fair to you. He had paraded girls throughout college— parading Chaeyoung for a year and a half in front of you—and you never said anything about it no matter how much it bothered you. 

“Y/N it’s fine, can we just,” he pauses as he looks over at you, “Just drop it?” He’s taking off his rings and bracelets, your lip tucked between your teeth. 

You make an unsatisfied noise, stepping closer to him, “No we fucking can’t. What’s your problem Jungkook?” 

He leans on the dresser with both hands, his muscle definition showing through his shirt as he tenses up. His jaw clenches as he closes his eyes in deep reverie. You watch him carefully, knowing you probably should tread lightly given he’s pissed. But you know what? You’re pissed too. He can’t act like that with no explanation—that’s not fair to you. 

“Junghyun called me about you, you know,” are his first words as he looks over to you. 

“M-me?” You stutter, confusion lacing your tone. 

He pushes himself off the dresser, though he keeps distance between you two. He suddenly runs a frustrated grip through his hair, messing it up slightly. 

“You know, since you’re moving halfway across the fucking globe,” he sounds bitter, though deep dejection is mainly what you hear. You moving had been a sensitive topic with him ever since the interview stage happened with you months ago. It hurt you to speak about it with Jungkook the most. The thought of leaving him crushed both of you which is why neither of you had brought it up these past two weeks. 

“He was asking me if I had done it yet,” he laughs sarcastically, “Of fucking course he was.” 

You’re more confused than ever and you say his name in a whisper, but he continues. 

“You know the other day when you said that you were only a small part of my life, that’s when it really hit me,” he pauses, “You really don’t know how much you fucking mean to me Y/N. You’ve been my best friend for so long, been there with me through so much of my bullshit—my accident, losing my scholarship, losing my fucking life—“ he inhales deeply and you suddenly feel dizzy, unsure of where this conversation has turned.

“—And now I’m fucking losing you and I can’t even be honest with you because it doesn’t matter,” his voice breaks off as he looks at his feet. You start to panic, a roller coaster of emotions pulsing through you. 

You step towards him hesitantly, “Jungkook you can always be honest with me,” you grab his forearm, “I’m your best friend for fucksakes—stop with the hysterics and just tell me what’s wrong,” you plead with him. If your words weren’t enough, your eyes were giving a show. 

His bottom lip trembles as he meets your gaze. You have adrenaline running through you as he moves to rest his hands on your waist, gripping the skin tight. 

“I love you Y/N,” he says letting out a deep breath before he can second guess himself. 

“I know,” you tell him, “Jungkook you know I love you too.. you’re scaring me—“

“No Y/N,” he shakes his head, “I’m in love with you—like fucking crazy about you Y/N.” 

His words take your breath away, stumbling slightly as you can’t believe the words he’s saying. He’s what? Jungkook’s in love with you? You part your lips, unable to form sentences, shaking your head stunned 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he looks down, his forehead brushing yours, “But I couldn’t let you move without telling you—I don’t know how long it’s been but it just happened one day and I haven’t stopped since.” 

“Jungkook,” you finally whisper after some silence, your palms finding solace on his broad chest, “I-I don’t know what to say,” you pause looking up through your lashes. You feel like you could cry from the up and down of your emotions. 

You both stare at each other, unsure of who is going to make the next move. You decide that it will be you. 

“B-but when we talked the other night about the future and stuff… I thought you were talking about Chaeyoung,” you admit, feeling a little dumb now that this secret has been spilled. 

Jungkook lets out a laugh, unsure he heard you correctly, “Y/N—what, no, I haven’t spoken to Chaeyoung in months at this point,” he pauses, his strong hands gripping your forearms gently, “I was talking about you.. it’s always been you.”

There’s a silence that falls; a war raging in your head as you go through as many memories as you can with Jungkook. He’s been there for you at any moment you’ve needed him and vice versa. You couldn’t imagine a life without him and right now—you’ve finally decided in allowing yourself to be honest. 

“Y/N I know this is unfair since you’re leaving but—“

“I love you too Jungkook,” you interrupt him to which he responds with a mellow what, “I know that I’m in love with you Jungkook—I have for some time now, I just didn’t want to admit it.. I-I was scared and I didn’t know how to bring it up, fuck I’m sorry—“

You’re suddenly cut off with Jungkook’s lips covering yours. You instantly melt into his lips as your eyes close, your hands finding their way around his neck to pull him down to you. After a few moments, he pulls away from you, rubbing his nose against yours. 

“Is this real?” He asks, a small smile playing on his lips; all anxiousness leaving your body at once. You return a small smile, nodding in his delicate hold. 

“Real,” you whisper back, chasing after his lips once again. 

This time when your lips meet his, it’s more aggressive from each side, pouring out all frustration and built up pining over the years into it. His tongue opens your mouth wider and you sigh into him, tangling your fingers into his soft hair. His hands slither down from your waist to over your ass, pressing your hips into his. 

You’d never thought kissing someone could feel this good. Your entire body feels aflame as you both discover each others mouths piece by piece. Jungkook’s walked you backwards against the wall, holding you up against it firmly as you both continue to kiss each other feverishly. You rest your head against the wall as his lips move from yours to your neck, your breathing intensifying as he kisses and nips gently. 

“Jungkook,” you breathe heavily, as he places a kiss on your exposed shoulder, moving the flimsily strap to your top down. You get bolder with your own actions, maneuvering your hands underneath his shirt feeling his muscles tense under your touch. 

His lips find yours again, “I wanted this for so long Y/N,” he mumbles against your skin as you pull him taut to you. “Remember sophomore year? When you kissed me for that dare?” 

“Mhm,” you murmur in response as his hand experimentally trails its way up to cup your left breast, “How could I forget?” You tell him through a slight whine when he squeezes you through the thin material of your top. 

He smirks against your lips, tugging on your bottom lip ever so slightly, “I was so happy when you didn’t drink that bitch cup,” he admits. You can’t help but giggle at his words, one of your hands resting on the back of his neck to hold him close to you, “And this is much better than that.” 

You nip at his mouth again, “I agree,” you pause, your other hand playing with the buttons on his shirt, “Can I take this off?” You ask through your lashes; your voice soft and patient. 

Jungkook emits deep groan from his throat, “Is this okay with you?” He suddenly asks. 

You immediately nod, “Yes, yes, of course,” you begin your slow assault at his shirt buttons, undoing them one at a time. 

He kisses your forehead, “Okay… I just,” he pauses, “I’m just a little nervous,” he admits as he grapples at your waist again, pulling you flush against him. He’s got a growing bulge in his pants, making your squeeze your thighs together. 

“Why are you nervous?” You gaze at him with stars in your eyes, finding everything about him endearing and so lovable. 

He rests his forehead against yours, “I don’t know I’ve just thought about this for forever,” he pauses, “I want you to feel safe.” 

You smile sweetly at him, “I always feel safe with you Jungkook,” you tell him reassuringly. You lean forward, placing a kiss on his exposed chest when you finally undo the last button. You waste no time pushing the fabric off his golden skin, tattoos and all on fully display. 

“When did you get so hot?” You pout in between his kisses along your neck and collarbone. He chuckles into your skin, his hands now exploring both of your breasts through the fabric. 

“I’ve been wondering the same with you,” he kisses right between your cleavage, his fingers finding the zipper at the back of your top. 

“Please—“ your breath hitches when the cold air makes your nipples taut as he drags your shirt away, “Have you seen yourself?” You’ve barely finish your sentence until Jungkook’s lips are wrapping around your right nipple, sucking and teething at the sensitive. 

“Have you seen yourself Y/N?” He mumbles into your skin, paying attention to your left nipple now. “My pretty girl,” he breathes out pulling away from you, sending a fire through your veins. He grabs your hands and pulls you towards the bed not too far from the wall. 

You straddle him as you reconnect your lips together, rutting against him as your hips grind down. A shiver of pleasure runs through you, a subtle moan vanishing in his mouth. 

“Fuck,” he says, “Do that again, I like hearing you.” 

You chuckle, kissing near his ear, “Make me,” you challenge. Jungkook bites his lip, the grip on your hips tightening. 

Being as competitive as he is—it’s a challenge he’s willing to accept. 

Jungkook is suddenly flipping you two over, settling between your thighs, tits shaking as you readjust yourself. You spread your legs a little so he can sit comfortably on his knees between you, his bulge more prominent than ever, straining in his white pants. Your mouth literally waters as his hands push up your skirt, exposing your skimpy little lace thong that’s barely covering your cunt at this point. 

“Goddamn,” he gulps at the sight, his eyes flicking to yours quickly as your chest rises up and down in anticipation. You’re already so turned on—so wet just for him. If it was any other guy, you’d probably feel embarrassed but you were telling them truth when you said you felt safe with him. 

His tattooed hand slides down to your inner thigh, a couple of his fingers running over your clothed heat. Your hips cant outwards as he does this a couple times before he decides to ultimately pull your panties off, leaving them strung across the room somewhere. 

You hold his gaze as he spits onto his fingertips, now finding your bare pussy exposed for him in all its glory. He doesn’t waste time in dipping a finger inside you to test the waters. When your mouth falls open, he takes it as a good sign when you start to beg him for more. 

“Jungkook please,” you push out your hips, trying to get the most of one finger though it’s no use. “I need more,” you whine. 

He leans down, placing a kiss to your lips, “I know baby, I know,” you gasp when he adds in another finger, a steady strong of moans escaping you when he begins a gentle rhythm in and out of you. It’s torture the way it feels so so good, yet it’s still leaving you wanting more. 

He gets a hold of your right leg, holding it up slightly so he can penetrate deeper inside with his fingers, his thumb rubbing up against the hood of your clit. 

“Hold yourself open for me baby,” he says to which you obey, holding onto the side of your leg just as he was, “Good girl,” he praises you, which creates even more slick arousal. 

From here, he takes one of his hands to pull your clitoral hood open, using his other to circle your bud and enter your pussy in alternating motions. 

“Ah, shit—“ your hips jerk against him when you begin to feel yourself start to climb that hill to an orgasm. Your continuously moaning was sending him mad and your glistening cunt was a full invitation for him. 

He shifts his weight, his lips meeting your center to which your back arches off the mattress, a strained whine from you as he flicks his tongue over your clit. It’s obscene the way he gives you head—it’s hot and messy, little to no friction as he goes from focus on your hole with both his fingers and mouth, to sucking heavily on your clit. You could feel yourself dripping on the sheets underneath you, the wetness making Jungkook involuntarily push his cock into the mattress. 

“Jungkook—I’m gonna come,” you manage through your tight breaths. 

“Yeah baby?” He muses against you, the vibration of his voice sending a shockwave through your already swollen clit. You nod desperately into the bed, holding his head down with your left hand as your hips chase to meet his movements. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” chants fall from your lips when you feel yourself tip over the edge, falling heavily into an orgasm that overtakes your entire body. You don’t even care if you’re loud as you moan and rile beneath him, your pussy clenching around his fingers before he pulls them out to watch your cunt clench around nothing. 

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he marvels as you come down from your high, your body clearly relaxed now as you find time to catch your breath. You lean up on your elbows as he meets you halfway to kiss you again. He tastes like you as he tongues the inside of your mouth carefully. 

You scoot your body down some, hands finding the front of his pants. You can tell he’s big just by running your hand over his cock through the clothes. He inhales a sharp intake of breath when you squeeze him a little. You break your kiss to focus on getting him out of the fabric, unzipping and unbuttoning his pants quickly. You take notice of his white Calvin Kleins as he helps you push them down past his ankles. 

In a rush, you tug down the front of his boxers—breath hitching in the back of your throat. He was big—the biggest you’ve ever seen—thick and long between his muscular set of thighs. 

You whine when you take him in, never experiencing a want for someone so badly in your entire life. 

“Can I please suck it?” You whisper, your words sounding like sweet saccharine to his ears. As tempting as that sounds for him, he wasn’t sure how long he would last with you, and he needed to be inside of your pussy when he came.

“Not right now baby,” he says firm in his tone, “I want to be inside you so bad,” he sounds just as desperate as you feel. 

You nod quickly as you begin to take your skirt off since it’s still the last piece of clothing on you. Jungkook’s hands stop you quickly.

“No, no,” he chuckles, “Gonna fuck you in this pretty skirt,” he places a zealous kiss on your lips one more time before he suddenly gets up hurrying over to one of his duffle bags. He returns quickly and you watch carefully as you notice him tearing open a condom packet, his abs visible each time he breathes. 

“You brought condoms?” You ask him curiously. 

He smirks as he begins to roll it down over his fully hardened cock, “I’ve been bringing them with us everywhere since we went to Europe,” he explains as he instructs you to scoot back some. The thought makes you feel bubbly on the inside, laughing at him some. 

“So you’ve just assumed that we’re gonna fuck one day then?” You ask him as he settles between you, rubbing his tip against your folds. 

He closes his eyes briefly, before smirking again, “Never assumed, just hoped,” he lines himself up with your entrance, having to fight not to just slam right into you, “I’ll start slow okay?” 

You nod as you grip behind his neck and shoulder with each hand. Once Jungkook begins to push into you, you literally forget how to breathe. Jungkook groans as he bites his lip in full concentration, pushing a little farther. 

“It’s okay, breathe baby,” he encourages, “I know you can take it. My baby can take it, right?” 

He knows very well you can—he just wants to hear you say it in your voice that’s laced in honey and arousal for him. 

You nod faster that you ever had, “God, yes Jungkook I can, yes I can,” you finally find your oxygen as he pushes in slowly to the hilt. Your jaw was slack as his forehead rests against your own, a burning between your legs but pleasurable enough that you begin to involuntarily clench around him. 

“Shit baby, don’t do that,” he warns, “This tight little pussy is all mine, right?” 

“Of course Jungkook—“ he pulls back, then pushing back in, your hips canting upward to help him fulfill every inch inside you. “Oh my god—“ you whimper as he slowly begins to find his pace. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. 

“Yes, fuck yes, Jungkook just please don’t stop,” you beg, “Go faster, please.” 

One of his hands grip your right hip, the other fisting the sheets by your head as he does as he’s told, picking his pace up slowly but surely as the seconds pass. Its blissful heaven having him fill you up so good. You’d never thought you’d be in this position with Jungkook, but as time passes you wish that you two had got around to it a lot sooner. 

With each snap of his hips, your body moves upwards given force. A mantra of noises come from you as you watch his brows furrow from above you, strained groans and breathes escaping his lips. You could feel the simmering of another orgasm approaching you as his perfect stroke hits your g-spot. You grab at his face to steady him; his pace thrown off a bit when you lean up to kiss his lips gently. 

“Let me get on top,” you whisper to him. He tugs on your lip, unsure if he wants to give up control but with you, he’d relinquish any day. He pulls out, leaving you hallow with you quickly pushing him off of you and down to the mattress. His back is rested against the pillows and headboard to which you grab with one hand, using your another hand to line yourself back up with him. 

After you sink down, your arousal making it easy this time—you begin to find a pace against him that’s calculated to hit your insides in all the right areas. Jungkook grips your hips, pushing your skirt up slightly as he marvels up at you, drunk in a haze of you and you only. With uneven breaths, you can tell you’re on the verge of coming again, so he licks his thumb before he places it on your clit. Each touch of your hips presses firmly against his finger, explicative falling from your lips in a rush. 

“God—Jungkook, I-I can’t,” you choke out, squeezing around him tightly as he begins to push his own hips up to meet yours. 

One of his hands makes it way to your throat, pulling your forehead down to his as he takes the oxygen away from you. It’s too much—it’s all too much. 

“Yes baby, you can,” he encourages, “My pretty girl, come with me,” he adds after he begins to hold you in place some, shoving his hips up in a brutal pace to chase his own climax. 

It doesn’t take long for your second orgasm to hit, hit tipping backwards as you let out a half-scream of his name, jumbled together with high pitched moans. It goes on longer than your last one, convulsing around his cock as you lean forward in a daze. 

Jungkook’s close—his lip tucked into his teeth, brows deeply furrowed as he continues his pace up inside you. With a bated breath, he announces he’s going to come and you encourage him just as he did you. He spills into the condom with a whiney groan in submission to you, his movements coming to end an end shortly after he rides his climax out. 

He’s got his arms wrapped around your torso and you cradle him to your chest as you both try to catch your breaths. He lifts your hips slightly to let himself fall out of you, though he keeps you close to him after, looking up at you through a lazy smile. 

You return one to him, meeting your lips to his. The kiss is gentle and love worthy as your heart swells so much it feels like it could burst for the man beneath you. 

You pull away from him, “Can I take this skirt off now?” 

He chuckles before nodding, placing a kiss on your shoulder before you move off of him to discard the final article of clothing on your frame. You climb back into bed after you throw on a slinky tank top and use the bathroom—a UTI was not going to plague you. Jungkook pulls on a pair of briefs, opening his arms up to you once he climbs back in. You cuddle up right next to him, an arm slung around his bare chest, leg over his as he pulls you closer with one arm. The two you mindlessly talk about nothing before you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. The last thing you recall is Jungkook placing a kiss on your head, telling you that he loves you again, leaving little to no space between each other this time on the bed. 

∞

The bright sun is what wakes you up the next morning, a strained mumble coming from you as you stretch out on the bed. You’re halfway on your back, halfway on your side when you open your eyes. You rub them with your knuckles to clear them of any matter. When the room fully focuses, you freeze in your position, stomach dropping a little bit. Your head hurts from the alcohol but it wasn’t enough alcohol to make you forget what happened. 

You and Jungkook had had sex and professed pining love to each other. 

You quickly turn over to find yourself alone in the bed, your anxiety and cortisol levels skyrocketing. You also take notice that Jungkook’s not out on the balcony that connects to the room. You sit up a little too quickly for your headache, taking a moment to steady yourself. 

You grab your phone off the nightstand, checking the time and any messages you have. There’s only a few that you decide you’ll answer later. Nothing from Jungkook. 

You push the sheets and duvet off your frame, hurrying over to your suitcase to pull on a pair of shorts. You quickly make your way out of the bedroom, finding the living and kitchen space empty. Maybe he was in the bathroom? 

“Jungkook?” You call out. No answer. 

You suddenly feel like you’re going to get sick. Insecurity and all other horrifying thoughts cross your brain. Did he leave you here? Did he get scared and go home? Did he really fuck you only to leave you? 

You feel like you could cry as you lean onto the couch for support. You hold back your tears, breathing heavily in and out to keep yourself calm. 

Where the fuck—

The door to the cottage is suddenly unlocked, pushing open to reveal your best friend in all his glory. He’s dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, carrying a brown bag in one hand, balancing two coffees on his arm. 

“Oh, good morning!” He flashes his million dollar smile at you as he sets down all of his belongings on the kitchen island. 

You stand there with a pout, not saying anything to him. He looks at you slightly confused, walking over to see what’s wrong. 

“Are you okay?” He asks with concern, grabbing gently behind your elbows. 

You push at his chest with flat palms, “I thought you left me,” you whine. A smile cracks open as he laughs some. 

“Why would I have left you?” He questions you, “I just went and got us some breakfast while you were still sleeping,” he explains. 

“Well I can see that now,” you push back, “I just thought.. maybe you got scared and left,” you trail off, looking away from him now that you feel a little dumb for jumping to such horrible conclusions. 

Jungkook pulls you in for a hug to which you return it like a kid grabbing onto their teddy bear tightly. 

“I would never do that Y/N,” he says placing a kiss to your head, squeezing you playfully as he sways you dramatically, “I’m kind of offended that you think I would,” he then says with a pinch to your ass cheek. 

“Ow!” You push yourself off of him with a laugh, “Sorry, it’s just,” you chew on your lip when you meet his gaze, “I don’t really know how to go about this whole friends to lovers thing.” 

He pulls you to the kitchen so you two can begin to eat your breakfast. The coffee is great; just what you needed to cure your headache. 

“It’s simple,” he says as he sits down beside you after he’s placed your breakfast sandwiches out. 

“Is it really?” You push through a mouthful of food—gross you know, but Jungkook was the last person to care. 

He quirks that pierced eyebrow at you that just drives you absolutely mad, “Hell yeah. We’re still best friends we’re just gonna have lots of sex now.” 

You look at him stunned before you both are laughing hysterically together. Maybe he is right. Simple. As the two of you eat your breakfast, you can’t help but feel so very happy but also so very sad. The two of you have created a bubble of paradise and it’s going to burst as soon as you get back on the plane to head back home. 

“Jungkook,” you say, turning the conversation serious after you both have finished your meals. He responds with a hm? “I’m still moving after the summer,” you bring it up hesitantly given how touchy it is; but there was no escaping and hiding from the truth. You were leaving; Jungkook was staying here. 

He tenses up in his seat, pursing his lips as he glances over at you, “That’s another reason Junghyun called me last night,” he begins. You look at him confused, asking what he means, “I’ve been thinking about telling you about my feelings for so long Y/N, and I clearly have shit timing,” he laughs ironically, “But Junghyun has known for awhile now—I think before I even knew it but um,” he pauses, “He made me promise to him that by the end of this trip that I would tell you, so he was on my ass about it last night.” 

You smile at him sweetly, resting your hand over his, “Well now you can tell him you kept that promise,” you offer. 

His gaze doesn’t quite meet yours, “Yeah, but that’s not all,” he pauses as you listen to him, “I’ve been applying to jobs in New York,” he admits. 

Your lips part as your eyes widen, “What?” You’re nearly breathless as you ask the question—feeling like Jungkook took a baseball bat to your chest. “Why would you do that?” You press. 

He swallows heavily, “I just, I knew whenever you said you were going there that I just couldn’t not try with you,” he pauses, his gaze looking almost apologetic, “I didn’t want to be four thousand miles away from you so I panicked and started applying for jobs there,” he explains, “I don’t want you to be mad, and I’ve already talked to my family about it and they’re all okay with it,” he says in a rush, “I just didn’t want you to be alone there, whether I confessed my feelings to you or not.” 

He’s chewing on his lip and you can tell he’s nervous. You turn over his palm so you can intertwine your fingers together, giving him a soft gaze. 

“While this has completely caught me off guard,” you say honestly, “I would never be mad at you over this,” you squeeze his hand for reassurance, “Did you really apply to jobs there because of me?” 

He nods a few times before he hangs his head low. You take your other hand and push his shorter fringe away from his face. While you’re positive many more details have to be worked out, that fact Jungkook made this decision makes you feel an amount of butterflies and love you’ve never experienced before. 

“And you’d for sure want to be in New York?” 

He looks up at you with those big doe-eyes that haven’t changed from the day you met him, “I’d go wherever you were Y/N. It could be the worst fucking place in world and I’d go there with you.” 

You lean over, pressing your lips to his gently. 

“I love you.” 

He smiles in return, “I love you more.” 

You pout some, “That’s not fair—no one is allowed to ‘love more’.” 

He kisses you again gently as he pulls you from the bar stool to stand between his legs. His hands squeeze your ass playfully as you try to pull away. 

“Well I can be the exception,” he leans into you, his arms wrapping around you protectively. You roll your eyes, a short laugh escaping your lips.

“You know what this means?” You ask inquisitively. 

“What?” 

“Lots of sex to be had,” you emphasis, “And even more of blowjobs.” 

His eyes widen, his jaw slightly clenching and you swear he whines as he looks up at you, pressing your front to his crotch, “Can we start that sooner than later?” 

You give him your answer through another kiss and moving your hands at the waistband of his pants. God, you think as you take in the already domesticated environment you two have made together, you could really get used to this. Jeon Jungkook was your best friend and at the end of the day—all you two needed was each other and somewhere to go.

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Fic Rec Anon - The best fics are deleted?!? No…

Canon, AU, Older or Newer, No ABO, No Mpreg.

Allstars? As in greatest of the greats? Yes please.

I loved Balm that you rec’d and that recent Oli fic. Of Mates and Men too.

Yeah, some of the very best authors have opted to delete, and rightfully so--fanfic is a gift, and if people are gonna be assholes, well, then no gifts! And I fully support any author who makes that move. I tend to download my faves so I can read them later, it just means that when I go look for a bookmark, it's sad to see the whole "this fic was deleted" (paraphrasing) notification..thank god I jot down author and fic name! Anyway, I digress, you have an ask, and I have a rather lengthy answer that I'll put under the cut:

So yeah, I use collections for bookmarks, and two of them are all-stars, the greatest of the great, so this was a relatively easy ask to answer, thanks to past me. The trick was editing back: each collection has close to 100 faves, so I decided to go with a theme. Welcome to the 21 club, I'm going to give you 21 all-star AUs and 21 all-star canons! To cheat, I went with different authors in both categories, and I picked authors whose work I love across the board, so do yourself a favor and go check out everything else they wrote, too--tbh, these were some REALLY hard choices to make!!

CANON

Self-cest, @jaerie, 2k. Is as it says!

Us, Me, We, @homosociallyyours, 2.3k. More self-cest!

No Control, thegirlwthekittentattoo, 2.6k. The bra's name is Christi, with an i!

she makes you want her love, enbyharry/ @non-binharry, 2.7k. BLs can't take this top!harry!

Feel my breath upon your thighs, cuckootrooke/ @larrydoinglaundry, 3k. This happened!

Want It Tonight, @lovingstheantidote, 3.4k. Teach me!

like craters in the moon, orphan_account, 3.9k. Dimple kink!

She Feels so Good, zedi, 4k. Late Late Show antics!

Fertile Ground, blaaake, 4.4k. If you've read Balm, come on!

mon petit, little one, publunchesownmyass, 5.6k. That sweater!

Google Says Cut That Out, littlemousling, 6k. Baby bdsm!

You Don't Need Me to Show the Way, loadedgunn, 6.5k. Tourbus shenanigans!

Only Thing That Can Quench My Thirst, eyesofshinigami, 6.5k. My beloved pubes fic!

One day to believe in you, mediaville, 7.7k. To tell the truth!

no one's gonna know, @jishlerfics, 9k. Oh, they'll know!

give you my fever, beautlouis, 10k. A literal virgin!

Temporary Tattoos, Hotel Hearts, Horizon Homes, teumessian, 17k. The only time travel fic I love!

The bootyverse is expanding series, yeah_alright/ @uhoh-but-yeah-alright, 21k. Every story, a GEM!

yeah, he's a looker, @thedevilinmybrain, 40k. Oli's sex-related errands!

Time Passed, coffinofachimera, 66k. A heart-clencher!

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It's About Time, @kingsofeverything, 3.5k. Older and clueless!

With Just One Look, @littleroverlouis, 4k. Vampire Louis!

sensitive to pressure, momentofclarity/ @gaycousinlarry, 4.4k. I want moreeeeeeeee sweat kink!

this is my jam, @disgruntledkittenface, 4.5k. '90s bath house!

Copy of a…, nonsensedarling/ @absoloutenonsense, 5.5k. Return of the clone-a-willy!

Make Me Feel, @bananaheathen, 10k. Can u believe this was mid-omam!

Tuxedo Dress-Up, blaaake, 11k. Hands down, my very fave!

into another (another) serotonin overflow, mercutionotromeo, 11k. So much goin' on!

A Slow and Steady Rush, godots, 11k. The title matches the vibes!

it ain't trickin' if ya got it, sarcasticfluentry, 10k. UNPARALLELED smut writer!

Thought the Song Was Sung, 100percentsassy, 12k. The banter!

Alien Roadtrip!, @helloamhere, 16k. Is as it says!

Ever Since I Tried Your Way, flowercrownfemme, 25k. 1940s dreaminess!

Take Our Bodies Higher, @littlelouishiccups, 26k. Phone sex operator Harry!

Buried Like Treasure, QuickedWeen/ @becomeawendybird, 40k. This heist, plus some Marcel!

hush., wankerville, 41k. The SWOON of this story, holy shit, it's cinematic.

Tied Down, HamPalpert, 48k. This absolutely SHOULD be a movie!

Harry Styles Cooks…, sunsetmog, 61k. A wip that'll never finish, but who cares, god tier as is!

Not That Gone series, abrighteryellow/ @a-brighter-yellow, 66k. High school reunion results!

Turning Page, purpledaisy, 67k. Another movie I wanna see!

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Okay folks, I’m stuck at home with Covid. I haven’t read a new Larry fic in years .

So let’s go, tell me which one I should read (maybe from the last 2-3 years?)

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(thank you all for the recs ! I’ll update as long as I get them)

- Of Mates and Men :  In which, Louis and Harry meet as best men for their best friends' wedding... well... sort of. Or, the one where Harry's just moved back from New York and Louis doesn't believe in romance. Or, I guess... the one where Zayn and Liam are getting married.

- Darling, so it goes : Harry Styles is a world-famous actor at the height of his career but a personal low point when he meets His Serene Highness Prince Louis of Monaco by chance. He doesn’t think they’ll ever see each other again, but after striking up a correspondence, it turns out they have more in common than he thought. Then they start to fall for each other. Louis is different from anyone Harry has dated before and their relationship moves fast as Harry realizes he’s ready for a change. Soon Harry finds himself adapting to an entirely new life, in a country where he doesn’t know the rules, the customs, even the language. Harry is used to people underestimating him, and he’s more determined than ever to prove them wrong. He just needs Louis to meet him halfway.               Grace Kelly AU.

- love is a word, you gave it a name : After two decades in brutal show business, Louis Tomlinson is trying to restore his tranquility of mind in the peace of Northern Europe where the sun barely sets, Maria’s bar is always open, and young Harry has an irresistible spark in his eyes.

- Bloodsport :   The Unbelievers Story from Harry’s point of view.

- Alien Roadtrip! : roadtrip with desert feelings, too much snack food, and empty motels. Harry is definitely absolutely not an alien. That would be ridiculous.  

- Ace of Spades  : Living as a sheltered omega in a farming village has not prepared Harry for life aboard the most notorious pirate ship to sail the Atlantic.Or Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

- Beautiful War  : An FBI-Clairvoyant AU

-  Ever Since I Tried Your Way : In 1949 Harry left his bride at the altar, running away from the only life he'd known. When a kindhearted farmer offers him a ride in his truck and a place to sleep the two find themselves inexplicably drawn together. Isolated on Louis' farm with nobody but a field of dairy cows to intrude, the men are finally able to explore the parts of themselves they've spent their lives hiding away.

- Truebonds  : Or the one where Louis is an omega in need, Harry is an alpha for hire, and destiny presents them with a fate they never saw coming.

- Full Moon Dreaming : Every month, Full Moon Dreaming reveals a person’s soulmate. Sometimes it’s an object or a place, or for the lucky ones, the love of their life.Louis has given up hope of dreaming of a person, resigned to living a life devoid of that kind of all-consuming love for another and receiving the same in return.But when a new neighbour descends on Louis’ beloved Hanson Bay and moves into the other beach house, could all that be about to change?

- No Hold to Hold Onto : Injured after being thrown from a bronc, Harry doesn’t know if he’ll ever compete again. His only hope is a man called Tommo, a world champion rider who retired at the top of his game. When Harry goes looking for help learning a new way to rope and ride, the last thing he expects to find is love.

- All Your Mates Are Here  : Like every werewolf does when they get to a new town, Harry joined one of the many local packs when he started university. Now, three years into his program, he's hit with the news that his pack is giving up, going their separate ways. In the wake of the holidays, the three single wolves from the Majestic pack are pointed in the direction of a new pack to join; one that's got struggles of its own.A new pack, a new house, and two new roommates with personal space issues... Plus exams, of course.

- In A Twinkling : Featuring Niall and Liam as Louis’ childhood friends, Harry as the painfully perfect man of Louis’ dreams, Zayn as Harry’s very protective best mate, Louis’ Nan as a well-meaning matchmaker, and Louis as a guy who thinks he’s happy with his life, until a certain someone shows him what he’s been missing.

- Nothing But You On My Mind  : 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.

- From Dust to Lust  : From the moment Louis set eyes on the gorgeous stranger across the airport terminal, he knew the guy was trouble, which was the last thing he wanted. He wouldn’t have thought spending two days cooped up in a car travelling from the Australian Outback to the East Coast would change his mind. It’s funny how things work out.OR the one where Louis and Harry are fly-in-fly-out mine workers, coincidences are totally a thing, karaoke is an underrated form of foreplay, and the universe most definitely works in mysterious ways.

- Tired Tired Sea     : As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

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𝙊𝙥𝙚𝙣!!! 𝙄 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 + 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙨𝙩 + 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 + 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩

𝙄 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙔/𝙉, 𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚 + 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 / 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙩.

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖 / 𝙖𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 / 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜.

𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙄 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢, 𝙄’𝙢 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜!

𝙎𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙙𝙢 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩!! 𝙄 𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙢𝙠 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 + 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙚𝙭. 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙨𝙢𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧.

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UNITED STATES OF FANFICTION - PART 1

I started planning this fic rec a few weeks ago after some inspiration from @allwaswell16​. It started out as something fun I could post for Independence Day, but it’s hard to be excited when the very freedoms we’re meant to celebrate are being taken away. So instead of a Fourth of July themed fic rec, here is a collection of 51 fics from 51 places in case you need an escape this long weekend.

📍 Alabama - (Something's Been) Hiding In My Heart by @lululawrence​​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Louis Tomlinson/Patrick Dempsey, 26k NR Sweet Home Alabama AU, Exes to Lovers, Implied Mpreg

📍 Alaska - Outlasts by cutedaffodil Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, 12k, M Survival, Dogsledding

📍 Arizona - No Hold to Hold Onto by @kingsofeverything​​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 48k, E Historical AU, Cowboys, Rodeo Competition

📍 Arkansas - On This Sinking Night by Luz Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, 4k, M Supernatural Elements, Ghost Hunters

📍 California - Climbing The Swells by @cyantific​​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 6k, E Surfers, Strangers to Lovers

📍 Colorado - Get Lost and Found by crimsontheory @ireallysawanangel​​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 9k, T Hiking, Mountains, Meet Cute

📍 Connecticut - Make The Yuletide Gay by flowercrownfemme @fairytalefem​​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, 10k, T Chirstmas in Connecticut AU, Christmas Tree Farm, Girl Direction

📍 Delaware - I dissolve and break and then away I crawl by lumineres Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 10k, M Little Red Riding Hood AU, Fluff and Angst

📍 Florida - The Daddiest Place on Earth by lovelarry10 @chloehl10​​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 24k, E Disney World, Social Media AU, Strangers to Lovers

📍 Georgia - An Invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon @twopoppies​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 45k, E Historical AU, 1940s, Watermelon Farming 

📍 Hawaii - There Is No Place I'd Rather Be by orphan_account Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson, 24k, T Lilo and Stitch AU, Aliens

📍 Idaho - A Road To Something Better by @taggiecb​​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 25k, E Writer Louis, Friends to Lovers

📍 Illinois - From the Start by @allwaswell16​​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 32k, E Fake/Pretend Relationship, Marriage Proposal

📍 Indiana - to know I'm gonna be alright by aiienharry @leedsau​​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, 61k, E Small Town AU, Angst with a Happy Ending, Strangers to Lovers

📍 Iowa - The Grundy County Auction Incident by @haztobegood​​ Nick Grimshaw/Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 4k, T Farmer AU, Sugar Baby Harry, Livestock Auctions

📍 Kansas - As Long As You Bring Your Dog by heerickson Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 8k, NR College AU, Meet Cute

📍 Kentucky - fallin' and laughin' at the drinks we spilled by enbyharry @non-binharry​​ Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, 14k, E Strangers to Lovers, Nonbinary/Genderfluid Harry Styles, Louis lives in a van

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[allwaswell16]

This is a fic rec of One Direction fics where Louis is powerful as requested in this ask. You can find all my other fic recs here. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! Happy reading!

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⚜️ the unfinished game (series) by @bottomlinsons

(M, 240k, royal au, historical, arranged marriage, Prince Harry, Prince Louis, enemies to friends to lovers, love letters, betrayal, political intrigue, war, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, engagement, wedding)

With his crown and country at stake, Harry must decide who to trust in this strange new land. And the sly Crown Prince of Ryde doesn’t seem inclined to make things easy.

⚜️ Light, Spark and Fire (series) by @greenfeelings / green_feelings

(E, 216k, Harry/Louis, Zayn/Liam, a/b/o, alpha Louis, omega Harry, alpha Liam, omega Zayn, music industry, music mogul Louis, uni student Harry, singer Harry, music mogul Zayn, pop star Liam, pining, angst, slow burn, true mates, omega drop, bonding, break up, getting back together, songwriting, smut)

Louis and Zayn run a music label, Liam is Britain’s up-and-coming pop star, Harry’s working on taking Louis’ walls down until he builds his own up, and Niall holds them all together without realising he does.

⚜️ This Multiplicity of Powers by @helloamhere

(E, 149k, Louis/Harry, X-Men au, superheros, superpowers, mutants, angst, hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, healing, courage, slow burn, teacher Louis, politics, found family)

Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside. But this isn’t that universe. //an X-Men AU.

⚜️ There’s Such a Lot of World to See by @crinkle-eyed-boo​

(E, 125k, Dr Who au, Louis is Dr Who, Impossible Girl arc, science fiction, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, time travel, action, suspense, death, aliens)

A love story that defies the boundaries of space and time. Doctor Who AU.

⚜️ After Dark, After Light by @becomeawendybird / QuickedWeen

(E, 71k, historical au, medieval, Scotland, Scottish Highlander, commander Louis, laird Harry, secret relationship, self discovery, sexual tension, light angst, smut, light bondage)

Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses.

⚜️ Unveiled by phdmama / @phd-mama

(M, 60k, a/b/o, omega Harry, royal au, King Louis, Prince Harry, magic, fantasy, worldbuilding)

There are no robes. And not a single one of them is veiled.

⚜️ No Hold to Hold Onto by @kingsofeverything

(E, 47k, cowboys au, historical, Wild West, guns, rodeos, injury, farmer Louis, horses, loss of virginity, smut)

Injured after being thrown from a bronc, Harry doesn’t know if he’ll ever compete again. His only hope is a man called Tommo, a world champion rider who retired at the top of his game.

⚜️ Something Just Like This, @icanhazzalou​ / kiwikero

(E, 31k, superpowers au, superhero Louis, journalist Harry, London, action, mpreg, newspapers, angst, fluff, smut)

Newspaper intern Harry Styles can't believe his luck when he goes from fetching coffee for his boss to writing about London's own superheroes, One Direction.

⚜️ Unraveled by @allwaswell16

(E, 18k, prime minister Louis, bodyguard Harry, violence, political intrigue, older Louis, older Harry, secret relationship, closeted Louis, sex club, smut)

They had reason to believe that Prime Minister Louis Tomlinson might be in danger, and they’d like Harry to act as his personal protection.

⚜️ The Importance of being Earnest by @louloubabys1992​ / louloubaby92

(NR, 16k, coffee shop au, barista Harry, customer Louis, rich Louis, pining, getting together, insecure Harry, light angst, fluff)

Harry is a barista who's been harboring a crush on Louis for months.

⚜️ Meet Me On The Forest Floor by @taggiecb

(M, 15k, fallen angel au, angel Louis, forestry officer Harry, Canada, friends to lovers, emotional, hurt/comfort, secrets, this is such a beautiful fic with gorgeous writing)

Louis is an angel, and one day he does something that causes him to fall from heaven, and into the arms of Harry Styles, forestry officer, who cares for him until Louis can get back on his feet again.

⚜️ The Sleeping Giant by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(T, 3k, historical fantasy au, magic, fairy tale elements, soldier Harry, giant Louis)

In the centre of the pond, there is a sleeping giant.

-Rare Pairs-

⚜️ Fistiana by @louandhazaf / YesIsAWorld

(NR, 2k, Zayn/Louis, boxing au, underground boxing ring, boxer Zayn, boxer Louis, homoeroticism, small town, strangers)

They met in the center of the ring and bumped their bare knuckles together.

⚜️ think i'm gonna win this time by 1000_directions / @1000-directions

(T, 1k, Zayn/Louis, Captain America Louis, Bucky Barnes Zayn, superheroes)

The army told Louis that he was a figurehead, just a symbol, and so Louis became a warrior in spite of them.