#there will be bottom louis in the next one I think

[girlivealwaysbean]

i know logically i should hate lestat too.. but something about him feels WRONG... when he said 'a lion applauded for not killing her cubs' CUBS AS IN PLURAL he feels so fucking guilty oh my god

[regressionschool]

From Boyfriend to baby

Louis stirred in his sleep, completely unaware of what was happening around him. The soft glow of morning light seeped into the room, casting a warm glow over the bed. He was still deep in slumber, curled up on his side with his back facing the room. His girlfriend, Jenna, was already awake, sitting at the edge of the bed, watching him quietly.

A soft smirk played at the corner of Jenna's lips as her eyes trailed down his body, eventually landing on the unmistakable bulge of his diaper under the covers. The thick, padded outline peeked out just above the waistband of his gray pajama pants. She bit her lip, amused. Louis, her strong, independent boyfriend, had been wearing diapers to bed for a few weeks now—part of the "unpotty training" they had both decided to explore. He had been embarrassed at first, and even more so as the weeks went on, especially since he had started using them.

And this morning? The familiar sag of the diaper told her everything she needed to know.

With a quiet giggle, Jenna gently lifted the edge of the blanket, exposing more of his padded bottom. The diaper was swollen, the once pristine white now a subtle yellowish tint, sagging slightly from the weight of the wetness it had absorbed during the night.

Jenna pulled out her phone, her smirk widening into a full grin. Louis would be mortified if he knew what she was about to do, but she couldn’t resist. She angled the camera carefully, making sure to capture the full view of his diapered bum, nestled cozily against the bed.

*Snap.*

The sound was quiet, but Jenna froze for a moment, checking if it had disturbed him. Louis shifted slightly, mumbling something in his sleep, but remained blissfully unaware. Jenna let out a small, relieved laugh. He really had no idea.

Satisfied with the photo, Jenna swiped through her phone until she found the group chat she shared with her closest girlfriends. They had all been curious about Louis’ unpotty training, asking for updates with more interest than Jenna had expected. Jenna had kept them in the loop—playfully, of course—about Louis’ growing dependence on his nighttime diapers. But today? Today was too perfect not to share.

Jenna quickly typed out a message:

*“Look who’s soaked this morning! My big boy is definitely not waking up dry anytime soon 😉”*

She attached the photo and hit send.

Within seconds, her phone buzzed with responses.

First, a message from her friend Rachel: 

*“OMG, Jenna! He looks so cute and helpless! 😂 How does he even manage without you??”*

Next, from Claire: 

*“Aww, is he still sleeping like that? What a baby! You better be careful or he’ll be in those full-time like my Tony 😜”*

The teasing messages kept coming, each one more playful than the last. Jenna couldn’t help but grin as she read them, her heart fluttering with excitement. She glanced back at Louis, who was still sound asleep, completely oblivious to what had just happened.

Jenna reached out and gently pressed her hand against the back of his soggy diaper, giving it a light squeeze. The padding squished under her fingers, confirming just how soaked he was. She smiled to herself, shaking her head. He had been so resistant at first—at least until a few nights ago, when his "accidents" had started happening. Now, it seemed like he was waking up wet nearly every morning.

"Poor baby," she whispered teasingly, knowing full well that he wouldn’t hear her.

Her phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Megan: 

*“I can’t believe he actually lets you diaper him at night. You have him so wrapped around your finger. How long before he’s in those 24/7? 😏”*

Jenna chuckled, typing back: 

*“Sooner than he thinks. He’s already halfway there!”*

As she sent the message, she couldn’t help but wonder if Megan was right. Louis had been getting more used to the diapers—reluctantly, of course—but she could tell that part of him had started to accept it, maybe even like the idea of being taken care of in such an intimate, vulnerable way. It was an unspoken thing between them, but Jenna could sense the shift.

Deciding she had teased him enough for now, Jenna gently pulled the blanket back over his body, letting it fall naturally into place. She leaned in and kissed his cheek softly, her lips brushing against the warm skin of his face.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” she whispered in his ear.

Louis stirred again, this time waking up with a soft grunt. He blinked a few times, his eyes adjusting to the light as he shifted in bed. He stretched, the thick diaper between his legs squishing loudly as he did. It took him a second, but as he moved, he felt the familiar bulk of the soggy padding and winced. He didn’t even have to check—he knew what had happened.

“Jenna…” he muttered, his voice still groggy with sleep. He hadn’t fully processed the situation yet, but he could feel the warmth of his wet diaper against his skin, and that was enough to make his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Jenna smiled down at him, brushing his hair out of his face with gentle fingers. “Good morning, baby. Sleep well?”

Louis groaned, burying his face in the pillow. “I… yeah, but…” He trailed off, knowing exactly what she was going to say next.

“But you’re all soggy again, aren’t you?” she teased, running her hand over the blanket-covered bulge of his diaper.

Louis winced, avoiding her gaze. “Yeah…”

Jenna laughed softly, giving his padded bum a playful pat through the blanket. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Mommy’s got you. Let’s get you changed into a fresh nappy for the day, okay?”

Louis sighed, nodding quietly. He knew he didn’t have much choice in the matter.  But as Jenna got up to grab the supplies from the changing table, he couldn’t shake the feeling of just how much control she had over him. And deep down, part of him didn’t mind it at all.

Helping Hands

Louis shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Jenna drove them to Claire and Tony’s house. He could feel the dampness of his soggy diaper pressing against his skin, making the soft padding heavier than usual. The bulk between his legs forced his thighs apart, and every bump in the road reminded him of just how soaked he was. He tried his best to sit still, but the squish of the diaper with each movement only heightened his embarrassment.

Jenna glanced over at him with a soft smile, reaching over to give his knee a reassuring pat. “You okay over there, baby?”

Louis blushed, nodding stiffly. “Y-yeah… just, um… it’s a little…” He trailed off, not wanting to admit out loud that his diaper was uncomfortably wet. He had been hoping Jenna would change him before they left, but she had told him it could wait until they arrived at Claire’s. Now, as they neared their destination, he regretted not pushing harder for that change.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” Jenna cooed, clearly picking up on his discomfort. “We’ll get you all sorted out when we get to Claire’s. And Tony’s really excited to see you today.”

Louis winced at the mention of Tony. While he and Tony had always gotten along, Tony had taken to his own regression with a lot more enthusiasm than Louis had. In fact, Tony loved his new toddler-like lifestyle. Every time they hung out, Tony would gush about how much he loved his diapers and how free he felt not having to worry about “big boy” things anymore. It wasn’t that Louis didn’t like certain parts of it too, but Tony’s over-the-top enthusiasm was a bit overwhelming.

They pulled into Claire and Tony’s driveway, and Louis felt his heart race as Jenna parked the car. She came around to his side, opening the door and helping him out. As he stood up, the familiar crinkle of his diaper echoed in the quiet air, a constant reminder of his new reality. Jenna took his hand, leading him to the front door.

Before they could even knock, the door flew open, revealing Tony standing there with a huge grin on his face. His shortalls, with the unmistakable bulge of his diaper underneath, made him look just as babyish as ever.

“Louis!” Tony exclaimed, bounding forward and pulling Louis into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re here, man! I heard you’re back in daytime diapers too!” Tony’s excitement was palpable, and Louis couldn’t help but feel both amused and slightly embarrassed by his friend’s enthusiasm.

Louis forced a small smile. “Yeah, I guess so…” he muttered, trying not to draw too much attention to the fact that he was already soggy.

Tony didn’t seem to notice his awkwardness. “This is awesome! You’re gonna love it. Claire’s been keeping me in diapers all day, and let me tell you, it’s the best. No more worrying about anything!” He gave Louis a playful nudge. “And I bet you’re super comfy, huh?”

Louis nodded hesitantly, shifting from foot to foot as his diaper squished beneath him. “Uh, yeah. Pretty comfy,” he replied, though the dampness had long since crossed into the territory of uncomfortable.

Jenna and Claire appeared in the doorway, both smiling as they watched the interaction unfold. “Look at the two of you,” Claire teased, her eyes sparkling. “Our two little boys, reunited at last.”

Jenna chuckled, giving Louis a light pat on his padded bottom. “Louis here could use a fresh diaper, though. He’s a bit soggy from the ride over.”

Tony’s eyes lit up at the mention of Louis needing a change. “Oh! Can I help? Please, Jenna? I’ve got some of my favorite diapers upstairs. They’re super soft, and I bet Louis will love them! I can show him how much better daytime diapers are!” He was practically bouncing with excitement at the thought.

Louis opened his mouth to protest, but Jenna beat him to it. “That sounds like a great idea, Tony,” she said with a grin, her hand resting on Louis’s shoulder to keep him from backing away. “Why don’t you take Louis upstairs and get him all set up in one of your favorite diapers? I’m sure he’ll appreciate the change.”

Louis’s eyes widened. “Jenna, I don’t—”

But before he could finish his sentence, Tony had grabbed his hand and was leading him toward the stairs. “Come on, buddy! This is gonna be great. You’re gonna love these diapers. Trust me!”

Louis shot Jenna a pleading look over his shoulder, but she just waved playfully and mouthed, “Have fun!”

As they reached Tony’s room, Louis noticed the shelves stacked with neatly folded diapers in various colors and patterns. Tony had clearly embraced his new lifestyle with gusto. Louis felt his stomach flip as Tony pulled out a particularly thick diaper decorated with playful babyish prints.

“This one’s my favorite,” Tony said proudly, holding it up. “Super comfy, and it holds a lot. Plus, the powder I use is great for unpotty training.” He winked at Louis, clearly excited to share his knowledge. “It makes it so much easier to just… let go, you know?”

Louis blinked, unsure of how to respond. Tony wasted no time. He grabbed a changing mat from the corner and spread it out on the floor. “Okay, buddy, let’s get you out of that soggy diaper and into something way better.”

Louis hesitated for a moment but eventually laid down on the mat, feeling the squish of his wet diaper beneath him. His cheeks burned as Tony expertly untaped the soggy diaper, tossing it into the nearby bin. He could hardly believe this was happening—being changed like this, as if they were two toddlers at a playdate.

Tony grabbed a bottle of baby powder and, with a grin, began sprinkling a generous amount onto Louis’s bare skin. The cool powder felt refreshing, and the scent filled the room, reminding Louis just how far he had fallen into this new lifestyle.

“Gotta use plenty of this stuff,” Tony said, winking again. “Makes it easier for you to, uh, use your diapers during the day. Trust me, after a few days, you won’t even think about it anymore.”

Louis shifted uncomfortably as Tony continued the change, sliding the thick, crinkly diaper beneath him before fastening the tapes snugly. The new diaper was much thicker than the one he’d been wearing, and the bulk forced his legs apart even more. It felt strange—almost like he was being wrapped in a constant reminder of his new place.

“There we go!” Tony said with a grin, patting the front of Louis’s freshly powdered diaper. “All set. Doesn’t that feel better?”

Louis sat up, the diaper crinkling loudly with the movement. It was undeniably soft, and the thickness made him feel even more helpless than before. “Uh… yeah, thanks, Tony,” he said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

Tony beamed. “No problem, man! I’m just glad you’re getting into the groove. Trust me, you’ll love it once you get used to it.”

As they headed back downstairs, Louis could feel the bulk of his new diaper with every step, the thick padding pressing against his thighs. Jenna and Claire were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee and chatting like two moms discussing their little ones.

“There’s our boys,” Claire said with a teasing smile. “All clean and fresh.”

Jenna grinned, standing up to give Louis a kiss on the cheek. “How’s the new diaper, sweetheart? Tony’s got good taste, doesn’t he?”

Louis nodded, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks. “It’s… fine,” he mumbled, unsure of how else to describe the overwhelming mixture of embarrassment and comfort he was feeling.

Tony clapped him on the back. “Told you it’d be great! Now we can both enjoy the day without worrying about the potty. Isn’t that right?”

Louis could only nod, his cheeks burning as the two women shared a knowing glance. As the day stretched on, Louis realized just how much his life had changed—and that, whether he liked it or not, he wasn’t just Jenna’s boyfriend anymore. He was her baby boy, and he had a feeling there was no going back.

[hsunrry]

winter house // one shot

harry styles x fem!reader

summary: you and your enemy end up together in winter house, with your few other friends.

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words: ~4,6k

tropes: enemies to lovers

warnings: smut18+, alcohol, mention of drugs, mention of being hit, angst (slight, i guess), handjob, fingering, oral (m receiving), protected sex, praise

a/n: request from @madstyles3204, angst with happy ending (i guess, i don’t feel it really, i’ll do better next time). i originally planned to do series from it, but i didn’t have that much idea for it, so it just end up being long one shot, enjoy!

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“can you stop touching me?” you snapped into his direction.

“i’m not!” he crossed his arms on his chest. you pointed at his thigh. “oh come on, my legs are long i have to sit somehow!” he said. sitting in the backseat for a long trip with two other people wasn’t really your dream, especially when your enemy is sitting right next to you.

“can you guys just stop?” Niall, who was sitting on your left rolled his eyes.

“why am i sitting in the middle anyway?” you asked. “come on, switch with me.” you made puppy eyes to Niall.

“nuh-uh, you know the rules, you’re short so you’re sitting in the middle.” he smiled. you shook your head, trying to get as far from Harry as you possibly could. you plastered to Niall’s side. he scoffed. “comfortable?”

“can i just go to sleep on your shoulder? we still have like 4 hours of driving.” you asked, ignoring his question. he shook his head amused, but he quickly nodded after that. you laid comfortably on his shoulder, ready to drift off to sleep. after couple of minutes, you managed to actually do that. Harry frowned.

“did she actually fell asleep that quickly?” Niall only nodded at his question. “finally, peace. i can’t stand her yapping and complaining about everything.” Louis, who was driving only chuckled at his words.

“she’s only complaining about your presence, i can’t really understand why you two don’t like each other that much.” Emma, Louis’s girlfriend said from passenger seat.

“it’s not important.” he muttered, looking at the snow slowly falling from sky. it was getting more snowy with every hour you were closer to the final destination. after 4 hours of sleeping on Niall’s shoulder, you finally arrived to the winter house that you all were renting for almost whole winter season. you woke up when the car stopped, rubbing your eyes.

“looks like sleeping princess decided to join us.” Niall grinned.

“shut up blondie.” your voice sleepy. when you finally walked out of the car, you felt cold winter air hitting you everywhere. you shivered, quickly going to the trunk for your suitcases. Louis unpacked the trunk from everyone’s stuff and you all started taking everything inside. the house was pretty big, for sure for more than 5 people, but it was still looking warm and cozy. wooden walls and furniture, big fireplace in the living area with open-concept kitchen. it was really spacious. one big bathroom on the bottom floor and one a little smaller on the first floor. all four rooms were upstairs, so obviously Louis and Emma were sleeping together in one of them.

“rock, paper, scissors who’s gonna sleep in the room next to Lou and Em.” Niall stated. you raised your eyebrow. “what? i don’t want to hear them fucking, so i think it’s fair.”

“oh fuck off mate.” Louis rolled his eyes, going into the room with his girlfriend and all their stuff. you played with Niall and Harry. they both went with rock and you went with paper.

“looks like i’m the first lucky one.” you chuckled and you could see Harry rolling his eyes. they both played and he won. Niall groaned.

“for fucks sake!” he grabbed his suitcases, going to the room next to theirs. you looked at the two rooms next to each other at the opposite side of the other two ones. you grabbed your two big suitcases and you went to the one of them. they were all identical inside, so it wasn’t really important who’s gonna take which. you walked inside the room. it was perfect size, really cozy, with king sized bed, tv, big dresser under it and two nightstands on each side of the bed. you placed one of your suitcases on the bed, unpacking your stuff to the big dresser and some more important things to the nightstand. after emptying both of them you laid down on the bed, stretching yourself with quiet groan. few minutes later Niall bursted into your room, without knocking of course.

“what?” you mumbled half-asleep since you wanted to take a quick nap and you were almost sleeping already.

“me, Louis and Emma are going shopping for some important stuff and food, you’re almost sleeping so i assume you don’t wanna go?” you nodded sleepily at his question. “do you need something?”

“tampons, Em knows which ones.” you mumbled, covering yourself with blanket. he only nodded and left your room. you took a nap finally, waking up after 2 hours. when you walked out of the room you discovered that they didn’t came back yet, so you went to the living area. you sat on the couch in front of fireplace, taking blanket from the basket to cover yourself. you leaned on the armrest, looking at the fire.

“you seriously have to be there?” you heard Harry’s voice behind you. you rolled your eyes, not even looking at him.

“so what?” you mumbled, closing your eyes. “sorry we have to tolerate each other for whole winter, because you decided that you want to come with us.”

“they never told me you’ll be here.” he snapped. you could heard him going to the open-concept kitchen. he opened the fridge. “it’s empty, it’s been two hours, they seriously didn’t came back yet?” you didn’t responded him. he went closer to the couch, looking down at you. he narrowed his brows when he saw you pretending to be asleep. “are you pretending to be asleep? seriously?”

“i don’t know what are you talking about.” you mumbled.

“you’re such a bitch.” he muttered, walking away to the stairs. you only showed him your middle finger, opening your eyes again to look and relax near fireplace. after some time they eventually came back from shop. they putted like 15 nets with groceries on the kitchen counter.

“we did groceries, you and Harry are unpacking them.” Niall ruffled your hair.

“i’d rather do this alone.” you stood up from the couch, leaving blanket on it. he shook his head.

“there is so much, i’m gonna get him.” without waiting for your response, he stormed upstairs to get him. you sigh, starting unpacking first bag. after few seconds you heard footsteps going downstairs. when he entered the kitchen you looked at him for brief second. “i got this, you don’t have to.”

“oh shut up, i’m here already.” he grabbed one of the nets to unpack it. you bite your tongue to not argue anymore, because there was literally no point in doing it now. you smiled when you saw cinnamon rolls in the bag you were unpacking. you grabbed it, looking at it like you were in love. he looked at you. “ew.”

“what ‘ew’?” you raised your eyebrow while looking at him. he pointed at the cinnamon rolls with his head. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“no, i don’t know how can you like that.” he shrugged, going back to unpacking his net. you scoffed.

“did you ever even tried this?” you asked, looking between him and rolls. he frowned.

“i don’t have to try something to know that i don’t like it.” he mumbled, not looking at you. “also, they look like someone cum on them, they must be so good.” he said ironically. you shook your head, taking one from the package and biting it. he scrunched his nose. you slid the package into his direction. “what are you doing?”

“just try it.” you said after swallowing. he looked at the cinnamon rolls and then at you.

“you’re so annoying.” he mumbled, taking one from the package and taking a bite. he chewed few times, looking at the roll. he swallowed and licked his lips from frosting. you smiled tiny bit to yourself when he took another bite. “shut up.” he said with mouth full of cinnamon roll.

~~~~~ next day, evening ~~~~~~~~

“are we finally drinking something or what?” Louis grabbed 6-pack of cold beer from the fridge and putted it on coffee table in front of us. everyone grabbed one, except for you. Harry looked at you.

“you’re not drinking?” he raised his eyebrow. you shook your head. “you’re not fun at all, y/n.”

“i’m not fun because i don’t want to drink like the rest?” he nodded, opening his beer. “i never had alcohol in my mouth, for your information.”

“you never tried alcohol?” he asked in disbelief. you nodded. “so you’re gonna try it now. just like you made me try this stupid rolls.” he approached you with open beer can. you could already smell it and your stomach twisted from this.

“i said that i’m not-“ you started, but he grabbed your chin, causing you to open your mouth and he poured a little to it. it was happening all so fast, you didn’t even had a time to react. you spat everything on your hoodie, looking at him with wide eyes. stupid grin plastered to his face. you stood up and quickly went upstairs to your room.

“dude.” Niall sigh and Emma pinched the bridge of her nose. Harry looked confused.

“come on, it was just a joke, she’s overdramatic, like always.” he shrugged, sitting down on the couch. Niall frowned.

“you know her dad is dead, right?” Harry nodded at his question.

“yeah, so what?” he looked at him. Niall shook his head.

“he died from overdose of alcohol and drugs.” he stated. Harry froze for a second and he could feel sick in his stomach. he quickly composed himself, acting like he doesn’t really care about that.

“it’s just a beer.” he mumbled, taking long sip. Louis opened his can.

“you’re an asshole sometimes mate.” he mumbled, taking a sip as well. Harry clenched his jaw and didn’t said anything.

in meantime you went to your room and immediately took off stinky with beer hoodie. you could smell on your body this scent and feel the taste on your tongue. you quickly went to the shared bathroom and took off everything you had on yourself to the washing machine. first you brushed your teeth to get rid of the taste and soon after you stepped into the shower cabin. you washed yourself and your hair quickly. you walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in towel, your hair still damp. you saw Harry going up the stairs. he looked like he was about to say something, but you just went to your room. you went to the dresser to pick up new clothes. you heard a knock on your door. “yeah?”

“can i come in?” you heard his voice.

“if you have to.” you said, grabbing panties and bra from one of the drawers. you heard him coming inside. you looked at him. “what?”

“i didn’t know about your dad, i just wanted to get under your skin as always. i got it too far this time.” he said, biting inside of his cheek. you raised your eyebrow. “seriously, sorry.”

“you didn’t know, just don’t do something like that next time.” you said, not really looking at him and grabbing cotton shorts from your dresser. he nodded. you could feel him staring at you, since you were still only in the towel. “anything else you want or what?” he snapped back to reality after your question.

“uh… no, i just wanted to say that.” he said before he walked out of your room. you quickly changed into the hoodie and cotton shorts, looking through the window at dark winter night. he was acting weird. why would he EVER say ‘sorry’ to you? you shook your head and decided to go back downstairs. Louis and Niall were sitting on the couch together, talking and laughing. you saw Emma in the kitchen, so you decided to approach her instead of the boys.

“how are you feeling?” she smiled softly, referring to what Harry did earlier. you just shrugged.

“i’m okay now, he’s just annoying as always.” you mumbled, grabbing cinnamon roll from the package that was laying on the counter.

“but he care.” she said, looking at you taking a bite. you chuckled and swallowed.

“he don’t care.” you stated, taking another bite.

“he felt guilty, even if he didn’t wanted to show it to us after you went upstairs. you know i’m good at reading even the smallest expressions.” she said while grabbing bagel.

“i mean, he came to me and he said sorry tho.” you looked at her. she smiled.

“can i ask you why you two don’t like each other that much? you never told me.” she took a bite of her food, looking at you in anticipation.

“honestly?” she nodded, so you continued. “i don’t know.”

“wait, what do you mean ‘i don’t know’? you’re telling me that you two ‘hate’ each other and you don’t know why?” she raised her eyebrows.

“not exactly.” you bite inside of your cheek. “i know he have a reason, but i don’t know what’s that reason. he joined for the last year of high school, remember? yeah, so it was a party in my now ex-best friend house and i just wanted to say ‘hi’ and maybe know him a little better, he seemed interesting. that was my plan, but when i approached him, he just snapped at me for no reason and i guess from that day i’m just matching his energy towards me.” you shrugged. “i mean, why would i should be nice and sweet when he’s a dick to me?”

“so you’re telling me, that you two are like that and you didn’t even asked him WHY he don’t like you?” she asked confused. you nodded. “this is stupid.”

“maybe it is, but i’m not gonna ask him.” you said, not looking at her. “it’d be weird now.”

“well, okay, but you’d know at least.” Emma crossed her arms on her chest. you looked at her. you were about to say something, but Harry walked into the kitchen. he looked at you and Em concerned.

“all quiet all of a sudden.” he mumbled, grabbing orange juice from the fridge. you just stood there with her, looking at each other. he raised his hand to grab a cup from the cabinet, but you flinched slightly at his movements, immediately cursing yourself for doing that. ha narrowed his brows. “why did you flinched?”

“no reason, just thought something was falling on me from cabinet.” you said, obviously lying. he was looking at you for few seconds and before he could say something else, you spoke again. “sorry, have to go to the bathroom.” and with that you disappeared upstairs. he looked confused at Emma. she just shrugged. he looked into the direction where you went and he sigh quietly. he putted orange juice back to the fridge, going after you upstairs. he knew you didn’t went to the bathroom, so he knocked on the doors of your room. you opened and looked up at him. “what?”

“you thought i was gonna hit you?” he walked into the room, closing doors behind him. you shook your head. “stop lying!” he raised his voice, causing your flinch again. you looked at him with wide eyes. his gaze softened. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to raise my voi-“

“why do you hate me?” you interrupted him. he looked at you, clearly taken aback. he cleared his throat.

“you kidding, right?” he asked, but when you shook your head he narrowed his brows. “you seriously don’t know?”

“well, i asked so i really don’t know.” you crossed your arms on your chest. he scoffed.

“Lily told me everything at this party, you know that?” you raised your eyebrow at your ex-best friend name.

“what do you mean she ‘told you everything’? what did she told you?” you asked confused, untangling your arms from your chest.

“maybe you don’t know that, but i’m not really a man who like to be played with his feelings by some bitch.” he leaned on the wall.

“i’m confused Harry, what are you talking about?”

“you’re stupid or you just acting like that?” he looked down at you.

“no. i really don’t know what are you talking about.” he sigh at your words, shaking his head in disbelief.

“she told me that you will approach me.” you were just standing, looking at him confused. “she told me that you’ll act all sweet and cute, that you’ll say you want to know me, because i was new in the school.”

“well, yes, but you snapped at me for some reas-“

“i didn’t finished.” he said coldly, stopping you mid sentence. “after that, she told me you’ll do that just for fun, so i will fell in love with you and you’ll have another stupid’s boy heart to break.” he clenched his jaw. you looked dumbfounded at him.

“she said what?” you asked after few seconds.

“i’m really not that tough as i seem. i didn’t want to repeat the story from the school i was going before i moved. you were perfect description of my ex. she played with me as well.” he stated. “and i got just stronger with my opinion, after Luke told us that you played with him, and that’s why you guys broke up.”

“he told you i played with him? are you fucking serious right now?” you snapped, your voice stern. he looked at you and nodded. you bite inside of your cheek. “he used to hit me. that’s why i broke up with him.” he tensed at your words.

“wait, what?” he asked. his voice soft all of the sudden. “that’s why you thought i wanted to… god, i’d never hit you.” he said quietly, looking at you.

“i know, it’s just… reflex.” you started pinching your hand with your nails. “besides, i don’t know why she told you that. i was never like that. i wanted to approach, that’s true, but you just seemed interesting and you were new, i really wanted to know you, that’s it.” you looked down at the floor. he walked closer to you, tilting your chin up.

“i’m sorry you went through this. and for that i believed that asshole.” you shrugged. “no, don’t just shrug it off. i’m really sorry, if i knew this all was just… can we just start again? please.” you looked into his eyes. you could see he really regretted believing everyone and not talking to you back then.

“you really think we’d get along, after all that time playing like assholes to each other?” you chuckled softly. your eyes widened when he hugged you. you froze for a second, hesitantly hugging him back.

“i’m Harry.” his chin rested on the top of your head. you shook your head amused. for some reason you found comfort in his arms.

“i’m y/n.” you smiled, pressing your cheek to his chest.

“i like your name, suits you.” he smiled, tracing small circle on your back with his thumb.

“this is weird.” you chuckled. he chuckled along with you. “you can be real sweetheart if you’re not calling me a bitch all the time.”

“i don’t know what are you talking about, we just met.” he grinned, looking down at you. you rolled your eyes playfully with small smile on your lips.

~~~~~~ three weeks later ~~~~~~~

for the last three weeks, surprisingly, you and Harry get along well. everyone else was confused about your new behavior towards each other, but obviously it was a relief that you don’t want to kill each other anymore. Niall, Louis and Emma went for some small winter festival. you were currently in the kitchen, preparing things to bake cookies.

“what are you doing?” Harry asked, walking into the kitchen.

“cookies.” you said, grabbing flour from cabinet.

“cool, can i join?” he smiled, placing his hand on your lower back. you’d probably never admit it to yourself, but you started to like him more than you should. now, that you two started everything from the beginning, you were falling for him. hard and fast. when he wasn’t a complete dick, he was really sweet, and as you though- unfortunately, exactly your type. you always thought he was attractive, of course, but it wasn’t everything. when you were getting to know him better now, it’s was something you knew you were missing in your life.

“sure, if you want.” you smiled, grabbing few more necessary things. “we’re doing this pinterest cookies with jam. the ones with heart in the middle.”

“i saw them, yeah i know what you’re talking about.” he said, grabbing jam from counter. “cherry. nice, i like cherry jam.” he opened it, taking a spoon and dipping it in it. he ate whole table spoon of it, without anything. you scrunched your nose. “what?” he chuckled after he swallowed.

“you just ate a whole spoon of jam.” you said, disgusted. “it has to be too sweet.”

“it’s good.” he grinned, looking down at you. he licked his lips. “wanna try?” you shook your head playfully.

“okay, i can try. but not that much tho.” you smiled.

“it won’t be much, i promise. just a little taste.” he said, immediately leaning slightly down, pressing his lips against yours. when you realized what was happening, you kissed him back. his hand went on the nape of your neck, when the other one grabbed your hip. when you felt his tongue on yours, sweet cherry flavor hit your taste buds. your hand went into the back of his hair, pulling them softly. you were just kissing with a guy, who you were arguing with for the smallest things for almost two years. the worst part was that you wanted more. so much more. your other hand grabbed the hem of his shirt. he quickly read the signal, lifting you up. his hands under your thighs and your legs wrapped around his hips. without braking a kiss, he started going up the stairs to his room. when you two made it, he placed you on his bed, going on top of you. he broke the kiss, looking down at your swollen from kissing lips. his lips started leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, sucking in few places. your breath was already getting heavier. “i’m falling for you, darling.” he whispered against your neck. you gripped his chin, pulling him to face you. he licked his lips nervously.

“i’m afraid i’m falling for you too.” he smiled at your words, kissing your lips softly. his hands went on the hem of your hoodie. he pulled back from the kiss, looking at you and silently asking for your permission. when you nodded he took it off, revealing your covered in bra chest. he touched your sides, going up to your chest.

“you’re gorgeous.” he placed soft kiss in the middle of your breast. he looked at you. “are you sure?”

“yes.” you smiled, placing your hand on his cheek. he nodded, reaching to the clasp of your bra under your back. you lifted your chest up slightly to help him. he finally managed to get rid of your bra, so your naked breast was on display for him. he started peppering your chest with slow kisses. you tangled your hand into his hair, hearing him gasping into your skin. you already felt that he was hard, since his body was pressed between your legs. your hands went to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. he quickly helped you, tossing it somewhere in the room. his hands grabbed your cotton shorts, taking them off. quickly after he took off his sweatpants along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock to you. when he went back on top of you, you immediately wrapped your hand around him, stroking his dick slowly. he groaned, looking down at you.

“i’m really not gonna last long if you keep doing this.” he chuckled softly, gripping hem of your panties, to take them off you. his thumb went on your clit as soon as he took them off, causing your moan. “so sensitive.” he grinned, pushing two fingers inside you. your back arched slightly when he started moving them in and out. “babe, i need to come before we start or i’m gonna finish as soon as i enter you.” he gasped, feeling your hand still stroking him.

“then lay on your back.” you smiled, feeling him pulling out his fingers. he laid down, waiting for you. you quickly went between his legs, bending down and taking him inside your mouth. he groaned, looking at you. his hand gripped the sheets next to him, when you started moving fast on his dick.

“fuck, so good, i’m already close.” he panted, trying so hard to look at you and not close his eyes from pleasure. “can i come inside your mouth?” you nodded around him. your hand stroking the part where you didn’t reach with your mouth. your cheeks hollowed inside, to bring him even more pleasure. with last fast strokes you could feel his release going down your throat, along with his broken moan. you sucked him slowly through his orgasm, letting go of him eventually and swallowing everything. “i need 30 seconds to recover.” you chuckled softly, taking place next to him. he laid you down on your back, propping himself on his side. he started kissing your neck, going down back with his hand to your core and pushing two fingers inside. you gasped, feeling him curling them in perfect angle. he was already hard again. when you were getting closer, he pulled out, going fully on top of you. he grabbed condom from his nightstand, quickly opening it and rolling onto his length. he positioned himself at your entrance. with kiss placed on your lips he slowly slid inside. you moaned into the kiss, wrapping your legs around his hips immediately. he broke the kiss, looking at you when he went fully.

“you can move, it’s okay.” you smiled softly.

“just making sure, don’t wanna hurt you.” he pecked your lips, rolling his hips slowly. you moaned softly at first moves. “you feel so good, sweetheart.” he whispered against your lips. his arms wrapping around your body to be as close to you as possible. he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. your hands went on his back, scratching it delicately when he started moving faster.

“oh my god, yes, feels so good.” you gasped, feeling him smile into your skin. he went even faster and your back arched slightly at the sensation. he adjusted slightly, hitting your sweet spot now with every thrust. you moaned louder.

“found it.” he pecked your neck few times, pulling out from it to look at your face. he groaned, feeling his climax approaching. “you look perfect, you’re so good for me honey.”

“i’m close.” you gasped, looking at him.

“i can tell, i can’t wait to feel you coming around my dick baby, squeezing me so perfectly.” he kissed your lips. you moaned into the kiss when you finished, clenching around him and arching your whole body. your legs shaking slightly around his hips. he fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down with a moan when he finished himself. his arms tightened around you and his cock twitching inside your pussy. his breath hot against your lips. “i think i’ve waited for you my whole life.” he whispered.

[two-white-butterflies]

vienna waits for you

Description: A messy divorce with his college sweetheart sends Harvey catapulting into a bed of madness. He meets her years later, and the worst part is: they still love each other.

Pairing: harvey specter/singer!reader

A/N: i am obsessed with suits as of the moment, and i will be posting a lot about harvey specter regardless of his small fanbase. i have no idea if representing an ex-spouse is legal, but i saw jessica do it for her ex-husband so...by law of suits?

Harvey Specter does not have a positive outlook on love. His mom cheated on his dad, and subsequently his views on love were hinged on that heartbreak. Everyone around him knew that there was a great wall in the middle of Harvey and personal connections. He struggled to make friends - or in Donna's words, he is alone, has always been alone.

"What are you talking about?" Louis raised an eyebrow, a foot inside of Harvey's office. His eyes methodically darting back and forth between the two men. "Harvey was talking about his college sweetheart. She added him on Facebook." Mike lied.

Louis chuckles nervously, aware of Harvey's past.

It hasn't been that long ago, Harvey was still married to you during his early associate days. "She added you on Facebook?" Louis repeated the last words, his eyebrows were merged together. I don't mean to impose, but if Harvey's getting back with his ex-wife... Louis thought, and Harvey's jaw clenches.

He casts Mike a glance.

"If she added you on Facebook, then why didn't she add me?" Louis bites his bottom lips, Y/N likes me. I thought we were friends, Louis takes a deep breath. "Maybe it was a fake account, Louis." Harvey glares at him, his blue eyes piercing daggers deep into the other man's soul. Why couldn't have Mike thought of something clever-er?

There were three women that he could name at the top of his head, Scottie, Zoe, and that one waitress girl. "Oh, because for a second there I thought that..." Louis smiles bitterly. "Get out." Harvey rolls his eyes, mumbling something about closing the door on his way out. Louis quickly fades from view.

"What was that about?" Mike's eyebrows merged together. "None of your business," the older man replies curtly. Harvey didn't embrace the past with all of his heart. There were a million things that he could have done differently. He could be living a different life right now, had he made the right choice, but he didn't.

He has never experienced real love, but he was close, once.

"I get it," Mike sighs, aware that it wasn't smart to ask his 'mentor' personal questions. "I need those files by tomorrow." Harvey huffs, dismissing the associate. Way to ruin the day, Mike, Harvey thinks.

But it wasn't really Mike's fault.

(HARVEY SPECTER. 1ST YEAR AT HARVARD)

When you fall in love, everything happens in slow motion. As I'm watching this girl get off her motorcycle, everything happens in slow motion. She removes her helmet, and her hair is free - suddenly swaying with the strength of the wind, and when her face is free of her flowing hair - I see her face.

She's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

"Harvey Specter, right? I'm sorry for being late but I was the one that they tasked to tour you around the place. Courtesy of Jessica." She smiles at me, her helmet sitting snugly on her hip. "You don't have to," I found myself mumbling and she shakes her head.

"I insist." She smiles at me. I think I can hear a love song play in the background. Harvard of my dreams, woman of my dreams. "Harvey Specter," I introduce myself. She mumbles her name, and shakes my hand willingly. "I'm from the school of Arts. I hope that you'll be able to attend my song event next Tuesday. I'm inviting you." She says promptly, her tone reminding me of Jessica.

School of arts? Pfft, she must come from real money.

"Invite me? But we've only just met. Shouldn't you invite me to dinner before coaxing me into your bed?" I raise an eyebrow. She laughs at my joke, I don't even know if that joke was funny in the first place - but I know that it made her laugh. "It's a song, Mr. Specter. I'm not asking for your soul." Her eyebrows relaxed, and we walk inside the building - the warmth of the heater entering my body.

"- plus, I made a bet with this girl in class that I'll be able to get more guests than her." She winked as we entered our first classroom. "Give me a good reason, and I'll bring all of my friends." I chuckled.

(CURRENT DAY)

"It is always a pleasure to see you," Jessica smiles.

"I wish that I was here under different circumstances." You take a deep breath. These past few weeks have been a blur. "A million artists have been accused of plagiarism, but songwriting is a grey area. Pearson Hardman will fix this problem. I promise." She promises.

Jessica has never let you down.

"We'll have to prove to them that your song was written before they published theirs, which is easy because you keep all our song lyrics in a clear-book." Jessica remembers, versed in all the times that you rambled about your songs in her office, but a sigh escapes your mouth. "Proving that to them is the trickiest part." You confess.

"I lost my book. I don't know if I left it with Harvey - if it's stacked in between his bookshelves, or god knows where it is." A bitter chuckle escapes your mouth as you sink deeper into the seats.

"I could've gone to any B list law-firm if this was an easy battle but I'm willing to spend money on Pearson Hardman because I can't afford to lose." You articulated with a forced smile. Being accused of plagiarism was a stain on your reputation. Pearson Hardman needs to protect your honor.

"Jessica," Harvey's voice breaks you away from your thoughts. Suddenly, the office became smaller, and the twenty-feet distance between the both of you wasn't enough to contain your anger.

"Harvey will handle your case, he is our best lawyer." Jessica compliments. "No," you resist without apprehension. "- what I need from you isn't trivial. I really can't afford to lose." You breath. If this was Jessica's way of entertaining herself, then she needs to find another person to play with. "We should all be professional here," Harvey breaks his silence.

He sits down on the couch parallel you.

He has always kept to himself, even resisted from showing you the vulnerable parts of him in fear that you'd leave. In the end, you weren't the one that left - he was the one who filed for divorce.

How do you talk to an ex-husband without yelling profanities at each other? When the last time you saw each other was in the middle of a court room, unable to look each other in the eye. It would be better to leave things unsaid, but given the circumstance - given the fact that he was staring at you right in the eye - it was impossible.

"I am being sued for plagiarism. I know that you don't care about the truth, so I'll make this simple: losing is not an option." you emphasized, wording it in a way that would leave no questions.

Jessica hands him the files.

"I don't plan on losing," Harvey mumbles while skimming through the files. "- you were smart to come here."

3:00 P.M

The sight of him in his three-piece suit, his gelled hair, and his fresh cologne scent sent you reeling back into the past. How long has it been since you've seen his shadow? Even longer since you've last spoken without your lawyers acting as a medium.

Stars shine and burn, and your star crashed into extinction.

You continued staring at him as he read through your files (all magnificently compiled thanks to your years of proofreading his case files which did not happen if anyone from the D.A asks.) "How long are you going to stare at me?" He asks in a cold tone, it has been an hour since the both of you left Jessica's office. Opting to meet in his office instead, lest you fall asleep in Jessica's comfy fibers.

"You really are miserable without me," you spoke out loud. "What the hell are you talking about?" His eyebrows merged together. "You still don't know how to tie your necktie properly," your lips burrow into your lower lips, watching a fraction of a flaw in his tie.

To any untrained eye, his necktie was polished and flawless - but you know that when he does his necktie, his thumb is a little tight and the entire fabric is tighter around the middle. The back part of his necktie moves slightly to the right, but he fixes that by tucking it in.

"I'm sorry but some of us don't have the time to study little things," his tone comes out colder than he anticipated. There was a time where Harvey was just this little thing in between your palms - if the you refused to move to the mountains, then he moves the mountains to you, that was until the fallout.

"It is because of the little things that we live," you replied in your usual artsy way, one that sends a corporate man like him careening. "- I know that you hate me." You began but he interrupts you with a stare. "I don't hate you," his voice is gentler this time.

"Regardless, I hope that you understand how much this case means to me." You look at him with your puppy-eyes, begging for justice. "I graduated from Harvard, top of my class in a course that people don't take seriously. I make art, not just soulless marketable music, but art that actually has meaning, and to be accused of plagiarism offends me. It really does." You explained your side.

And it doesn't take a genius to realize that he believes you.

"I listened to your song," Harvey replies.

"I didn't see you listening to it." You mumbled.

"You went to the bathroom and I listened in the interim," he lies. He still has your vinyl albums on his vinyl shelf, but no one knows that. "The songs are similar." He pointed out. "Songs sound similar all the time," you snap but only because you know that you've never copied a damn thing in your entire life.

"You told Jessica that you wrote this song during our... do you have any proof of that?" He inquires, following his usual procedure of investigating his client. "No, but I wrote that song after our fight. If that means something." You chuckled bitterly.

(THE BEGINNING OF THE END)

The white blanket covered your body, providing warmth against the coldness of your shared apartment with Harvey. "Good morning, beautiful." He presses a kiss to your shoulder. "Good morning," you replied with a lazy smile, still taken aback by the beauty of his stare.

When you are thrown back into reality, that sinking feeling returns and permeates in the bottom of your chest. "This isn't going to make me forget about that thing with Cameron Dennis," you sharply reminded him.

"This is why I didn't tell you in the first place." He frowns, a bad start to the day. "- you were against me when I was in the grey. I am in the black now and I don't know what you want me to do." He argues.

It wasn't as easy as you narrated it, there were nuances to the problem. Cameron Dennis wasn't going to let him go that easily, when Harvey had the evidence to implicate him in a crime. He'd want to settle a score, and a man like Cameron Dennis was unpredictable, regardless of his moral code. "Leave," your answer was simple.

"- there is still a place for you with Jessica. But if you think that covering up for Cameron, this one time makes you exempt from all the other crimes that he's about to do in the future. You're wrong. Don't wait until it comes to bite you in the ass," you pleaded.

Greater than him have failed against corruption. You didn't want to see him become another clog in the machine, if he was in the black a foot inside of the room - then what shade would he be a year being inside of the room? "If your eyes are open, there's no reason to close them." You continued to persuade.

"It's not that easy." He repeats himself, and for a man of his stature - it really isn't easy. All he had to defend himself was you and Jessica. "I know that it isn't, but instead of involving yourself it would be better to leave before the tides become stronger." You advised, but judging by the look in his eyes - he wasn't listening to you.

5:00 PM

"Their estate replied, they're willing to settle on 40%." Harvey informed you, aware that it was the best deal that he could get out of this scenario. You didn't have a single evidence in your hands, none but your words and the stories attached to it. He believes you, but it would never uphold in court. "I want to settle on 0%." You insisted.

It is bold, but not even half of what Harvey settles on a daily basis. "They wanted 100 and I got it down to 40, unless you come up with an alibi or concrete evidence. I firmly advice you to accept their offer." Harvey tries to convince you, his tone mirroring yours all those years ago. "For Christ's sake," you mumbled - it was a losing game.

You couldn't let anyone take credit over your song.

This song means something to you.

It means something to your life.

"I hate you Harvey," you suddenly let out.

After all these years you still hold that divorce against him. It wasn't your fault in the first place, he allowed himself to be consumed by that corruption in Cameron Dennis' office. He blamed you for every little problem that he encountered, he pushed you away, told you that he never cared about you - even though that wasn't the truth. Not even close to the truth, because he was afraid.

Afraid that you'd cheat on him. Afraid that you'd leave him, he left first. So he'd be the winner.

"What is this really about?" He tried to keep his distance. "You can't even win this damn case." You insulted him, your words still able to cut through his thick walls. "- you defend capitalists. You're a clog in the machine, and you can't even defend an innocent woman." You were aware that your anger was misplaced, but he was the one standing in front of you - the object of your ire.

"You still can't let it go," his voice was a distant whisper. "- this world isn't a walk in the park. I told you that during the divorce, and I still mean it." He says the word 'divorce' with no reluctance, whereas he was avoiding that word a few hours ago. "You changed. I can't even recognize you," you chuckled mockingly. "What happened to the man who had a moral code?" You ask.

"You've been gone for a long time." He made an observation. "And we don't know each other that well. You were always away, building your career. Leaving me." He voices out his anger for the first time in decades. His jaw clenches again, but his eyes - oh you could tell from his eyes that he was heartbroken.

"So the divorce was my fault?" You queried.

"We barely spoke to each other. You didn't return my calls, you pushed me out, you made me think that there was someone else." He points a finger at you, raising his voice by an octave. "I was scared that if I answered you, then we'd fight. So I ignored you because ignoring you was better than losing you!" You yell.

The last years of your marriage was hell. Every little thing that unnerved you of each other was brought out, used in arguments - and the very swords that you promised to defend each other with, was used to stab each other in the back.

"You gave me the divorce papers, I told you that we could fix our marriage and you ignored me too. I'm not the villain that you're making me out to be, Harvey." You take a deep breath, regaining your composure and walking out of his office.

(A DAY AFTER THE DIVORCE PAPERS WERE GIVEN)

I take a deep breath.

In and out, like she always told me to do.

How long has it been since we've last spoken to each other? The only time that I was able to hear the sound of her voice was when the judge spoke to her and she requested for half of my properties. I should hate her for doing that but I don't.

"Harvey, I'm sorry for that plea with the judge. I don't know how to get your attention without suing you. We both made mistakes, but that isn't a good enough reason to let go. Let's fix us. I love you, and please call me back." The voicemail ends and I take the phone off my ear. I love you, three words that I have never said to her before.

I can see her sitting on the corner spot of the cafe - the cafe where we had our first date because the steakhouse that I booked mysteriously got shot down, and she insisted on having coffee for dinner. I can see her wearing the red dress that she wore on her song recital - the first time that I was able to hear her perfect voice.

I want to enter the room, but I can't.

I reach for my phone, dialing her familiar number.

It rings a few times, and I see her fish for her phone inside the bag.

"Hello?" I hear her voice on the other line. "Harvey, are you coming?" She asks, but I'm already here - without the courage to walk through the doors. "Harvey," she says my voice in a firm tone.

I open my mouth to speak but no voice comes out. I'm scared, and what if she'll leave me in the future? I should leave before she falls out of love with me, before she realizes that I'm not worth the sweat. "- for christ's sake. If you're here to laugh at me." Her voice becomes frustrated, and I see her stand up.

She hangs up.

"I love you too," but she was unable to hear me.

10:00pm

Harvey takes a swig of his beer, making his way to an apartment that he hasn't been in for a long time. This used to be your shared apartment with him, and he got ownership of it in the settlement. He opens the door with the keys in his pocket (keys that he's always kept in his pockets just in case he needed to return).

The apartment didn't smell like you anymore, it smelled like dust. The pristine white couch was now a muddied version of grey, and all the portraits you had together were covered with a thick layer of dust. He takes a deep breath, sitting down on the floor beside the vinyl shelf.

He took all of his vinyls and placed them in his office, but yours were still there. The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Don McLean and Coldplay, your favorite artists - and he hasn't listened to them in a while. He doesn't understand how your marriage with him took a sharp turn - he valued your love, held it close to his heart, but in the end it slept away from his hands, carried on and never looked back.

He opens the dusty vinyl box and plugs in the song.

The song that you were being sued for, and the song that he has only listened to once because he couldn't bear listening to your voice.

Slow down you crazy child, you're so ambitious for a juvenile. But if you're so smart, tell me why are you still so afraid? Where's the fire what's the hurry about? You better cool it off before you burn it out.

He opens one of the albums in the shelf. Elvis Presley's That's The Way It Is, which the both of you voted as the best Elvis album of all time, the soundtrack of your love story with him.

You're gonna kick off before you even get halfway through? When will you realize, Vienna waits for you.

The song continues playing in the background, and to his surprise a paper napkin was folded in the middle of the album, creating an indent that he hasn't noticed before. He reaches for the paper napkin, afraid that it would disintegrate with his touch. He unfolds it gently and to his surprise, the lyrics to the song that you were being sued for: Vienna, was written there.

To my husband, please remember that I'll be here waiting for you.

12:00 AM

He knocks on your apartment door, and you groggily open the door for him. "What the hell are you doing here?" Your eyebrows merged together, surprised by his sudden appearance. "I can win the case," he says with certainty - but already knew that. Harvey Specter is the best lawyer in NYC.

"You don't like losing. I get it." Your voice had hidden meaning.

Your eyes only softened once you realized that he was holding a laminated paper napkin in his right hand. "You found it," you take a deep breath, which probably also means that he was able to read the note that you wrote. "I went to our old apartment and it was-"

"In Elvis' album," you finished his sentence. "I didn't expect you to still have that apartment. I expected you to sell it the moment that it was given to you," it was your turn to make an observation.

"I'm sorry for hurting you." He made it very clear that he regretted the divorce, but should a relationship be founded on regret?

"It's in the past. We both have moved on." You partly lied.

"I was there in the cafe when you called me, and I wanted to talk to you but I was scared." He admitted, finally able to voice out his thoughts after all these years of keeping it in. "I was scared to tell you the truth because everyone who has loved me, has left me." He repeated, and suddenly a great weight was placed on your back.

"I think about you everyday," you confess.

Your hands in his necktie, pulling him closer towards your body. "What if we hurt each other worse?" It was your turn to voice your concern, eyes mirroring his - your fears were tangible. "Let's try again. I'd rather live knowing that we tried again, than live knowing that we could have but didn't." Harvey begs.

You answer him with a kiss to the lips.

A/N: will do a pt 2 fluff 🙏🏻 idk if people still watch suits but i love this show and i live breathe it.

[daisyblog]

Little Lad

Young Love Masterlist Summary: Louis and YN welcome their son into the world and Mia becomes a big sister.

warning: childbirth, labour, delivery, hospital

15th of January 2016

YN had woken early morning with some uncomfortable pain in her tummy and back. After how quick and uncertain her labour and birth was with Mia, YN was nervous about her delivery this time around.

She paced up and down the spare bedroom at Jay’s house, where she and Louis were currently staying for when baby decided to make an appearance. Being surrounded by family was a huge support for them both, especially with little Mia.

Although the uncomfortable feeling was barrage, YN knew it wasn’t always going to be the case. So she decided go and enjoy this time of her labour by herself downstairs where she could monitor the contractions.

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By 9am, the Tomlinson/Deakin household was in full swing. Every room was filled with noise as Mia, Ernie and Doris ran around the place.

YN tried to breathe through the contractions and block out any noise to keep focused. Louis was by her side now, allowing her to hold onto him for extra support as he whispered words of encouragement.

“How are babies made?”. Phoebe blurted out as she sat and watched YN with fascination that she was about to give birth. “Did you kiss her?”.

Louis couldn’t believe his little sister was asking him this. He wasn’t sure what the right answer was. “Uhh…ask Mum!”.

“Mum!”. Phoebe shouted. Footsteps could be heard walking towards the room before Jay appeared. “How are babies made? Did Louis kiss YN and then a baby appeared?”.

Jay glanced over to Louis, both making eye contact wondering how they would answer this one. YN was breathing through another contraction as it ripped through her, her hand squeezing Louis.

“Um…babies are made…with love”. Jay thought quickly of an age appropriate response to her Phoebe’s curiosity.

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As the hours passed, so YN’s contractions got more intense, closer together and more painful. But thank you to gas and air, the pain was more manageable as YN sat on the hospital bed.

“You’re incredible for doing this”. Louis spoke as he moved a loose piece of hair from her face. YN sucked on the gas and air as she felt another contraction begin. “Bringing our babies into the world”.

“I forgot how painful this was”. She cried as she tried to allow her body to relax.

Louis smiled with sympathy, as he could only imagine how painful it was. “Just think, we could meet our baby today”.

As another agonising contraction began, hitting YN with force, she brought gas and air nozzle back up to her mouth to ease the pain.

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Sitting in the water, YN’s muscles instantly relaxed as she listened to her body, something that Jay advised her.

“I’m in awe of you”. Louis spoke the meaningful words as he sat near the birthing pool. “You’re sailing through this labour”.

“I want to try and enjoy this birth…Mia came so quick that it’s hard to remember”. YN reminded him of how distressing their first birth was.

Louis leaned over the side and held onto her hand, giving it a small peck. “We’re lucky to have you”.

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“I’m so tired”. YN cried out as the midwife encouraged her to push. “I don’t think I can do this anymore”.

“You can do this…c’mon love…just remember to listen to your body”. Louis tried to be encouraging as he stayed by her side, the midwife at the bottom of the bed, waiting for YN to push again.

“If it’s so easy you do it!”. YN snapped at Louis as she took another breath of the gas and air. Louis knew it wasn’t personal, she was in a lot of pain and he’d never know how that felt.

The midwife took another look between YN’s legs, monitoring any progress. “Alright YN…when you feel the next contraction…I want you to give me a really big push…okay my darling”.

“Aaaaahhhhh!”. YN let out a groan as she pushed as much as she could. With Louis’ hand still in hers, she squeezed tightly.

“You’re doing amazing babe…so so proud of you…Mia would be too”. Louis spoke the words to YN hoping it would help her in any way. His lips leaving a sweet peck on her head.

Almost like mentioning Mia was something that made YN want to try even harder because after three more pushes, the midwife said the words they were longing to hear.

“Congratulations Mum and Dad…you have a baby boy…born at 7:09pm”. Lifting the newborn who was crying into the world for the first time onto YN’s chest, YN and Louis both had tears of happiness running down their cheeks as they saw their son for the first time.

YN placed a gentle and sweet kiss to the top of the little one’s head. “I love you so much my baby boy”.

“Welcome to the family little lad”. Louis placed his lips to the same spot YN’s had been a few seconds before.

YN looked up at Louis for a moment, both wearing tear stained cheeks along with matching smiles. “I love you”.

“I love you!”.

---

The next morning, there was a little knock at the hospital room door where YN and Louis were. The door opened quietly and in peaked two heads. Jay and Mia.

Louis was cuddling his son in his arms as YN was still recovering and resting in the bed. Jay couldn’t stop her tears from falling as she looked at her family. Her son holding his own son.

Jay gave YN and Louis a big hug and couldn’t emphasise enough how proud and lucky she was.

Mia had made her way over to the hospital bed for a much needed Mummy cuddle. “I’ve missed you so much”. YN held her first born close.

“Do you wanna meet your new baby brother?”. Louis asked as he could see Mia glancing over at the tiny baby in his arms. The eager nod made the room laugh as they watched Louis gently place the newborn in his big sisters arms.

Mia held her baby brother closely but with such gentleness considering she was only five. The small kiss she placed on his head, was enough to cause more tears to spill from YN and Jay’s eyes.

“Mia…meet your new little brother…Noah Louis Tomlinson”.

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[reasonsforhope]

I'm sorry I'm sending so many asks. I've been struggling like this for a year now, and it's barely gotten easier, but you've often been a good help with my anxiety. I really appreciate everything you do. It's hard to have hope.

I've had a really bad moment again recently. I have to be honest, the worst thing, that makes me the most anxious out of everything else, is COVID. Because it feels like nobody is paying attention, and that there is no good news. There is never any good news. COVID is always the catalyst for the worst of my anxious slumps. It's really bad. COVID is very, very scary. If you somehow have anything for that, I'd be thankful. Often I've only been able to set my heart on nasal vaccines, or next gen vaccines in general, but they're not going fast enough whatsoever.

I'm sorry, again. I don't want to try and treat you like a therapist. I just trust you. If this is too overwhelming, you can just delete it, but if you do, I'd like to know. Just so I'm not waiting for it to be answered.

I just ravaged through someone's doomy collapse blog, again, after stumbling on it in my rising anxiousness, and it was not good. I think I'm clearly too open-minded of a person to some degree, and I feel so pulled around by information that I see. I don't want to be placated, out of the loop, or lied to, but I don't want to feel hopelessly depressed. Everything is too complex. I feel like I've been through this maze, top to bottom, over and over again, and again. I just wish I knew how much truth their words held, or anyone else's words held.

And I wish we were all masking, at the very least. I'm holding myself back from swearing. I don't know if you'd have a good way to counteract general "collapse" thoughts, either. But that's also a thing.

<3 I'm touched by your trust.

I just found some good news about COVID - the first genuinely good covid-related news article I've seen in a while, instead of all of the "ah but young abled people are fine!" bs - and remembered this ask.

"As new varieties of the coronavirus took center stage during the COVID-19 pandemic, the odds of developing long COVID dropped. Those who were vaccinated against the virus saw the biggest plunge over time.

For every 1,000 unvaccinated people, 104 developed long COVID up to one year after an infection during the pre-delta phase of the pandemic. That fell to 95 per 1,000 during the delta variant’s era and 78 during omicron’s reign. Among vaccinated people, just 53 out of 1,000 developed long COVID up to a year after infection during delta and only 35 during omicron, researchers report July 17 [2024] in the New England Journal of Medicine.

The study of U.S. Department of Veterans Affairs Health Care System data looked at people who had a COVID infection from March of 2020 — the month the pandemic began — to the end of January in 2022. The researchers, from the Veterans Affairs St. Louis Health Care System, compared the rates of long COVID during three phases of the pandemic among those who had and had not gotten vaccinated...

A comparison of omicron infections with infections from prior eras found that 72 percent of the drop in the long COVID rate during omicron was attributable to vaccines. The remainder was due to changes in the virus and improvements in medical care and the use of antiviral treatments during the omicron phase.

Even with the steep decline in the occurrence of long COVID for vaccinated people, there is still a risk, the researchers write. With “the large numbers of ongoing new infections and reinfections, and the poor uptake of vaccination,” they continue, this “may translate into a high number of persons” with long COVID."

-via ScienceNews, July 17, 2024

--

Masking continues to be important. The virus continues to be a problem. But especially given the decline in masking, I'm really encouraged to see this news. Because long covid IS scary. And I'll take any good news on this front that I can get.

It's especially encouraging because it shows how much staying on top of your vaccinations really does matter and really can prevent long covid.

I'm also really hopeful (though I don't have a related background and have no idea how realistic my hopes are) that this trend has been continuing past the end of the study (2022).

[blouisparadise]

Here are some of the amazing bottom Louis fics that were posted or completed during the month of September. We hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Belladonna | Explicit | 1,401 words

Harry's not really looking for a new boy, but Louis finds him anyway. What's Harry supposed to do? Not take him home?

2) All Love Stories Are Tragic (Aren't They?) | Mature | 2,371 words

"They had accepted long ago that they had become sinners merely by allowing themselves to feel. If their entry into heaven depended on who they truly loved, they would rather burn together in the blazing fires of hell than spend the rest of their lives deprived of each other."

3) Most In Need Of Thy Mercy | Explicit | 3,385 words

Note: this is part 3 of the Stand on Holy Ground series.

Louis comes to beg for forgiveness again. Harry has a creative way of ensuring Louis remembers his rosary. AKA, the one with the misuse of a rosary.

4) Planted Together In The Likeness | Explicit | 3,412 words

Note: this is part 4 of the Stand on Holy Ground series.

Harry needs to practise his sermon reading, and Louis is happy to help him in the pulpit. It's getting harder for Harry to admit he doesn't want Louis spiritually.

5) Exalted Amongst Heathens | Explicit | 3,536 words

Note: this is part 2 of the Stand on Holy Ground series.

Louis comes back to confess again, and Harry has an idea of how Louis can show God his devotion. The one where Louis is the altar.

6) My Sun, My Everything | Explicit | 5,682 words

“You’re like a god,” Harry said softly, his voice reverent and full of wonder as he pressed a chaste kiss to the peak of Louis’ cheek which caused his eyes to shut gently. “Every part of you is so divine.” Louis' eyes fluttered open, a mix of surprise and coyness in his gaze. “You think so?” Harry nodded with absolute sureness, his hands moving slowly to undress Louis. He strategically unbuttoned Louis' shirt, his touch lingering beneath the fabric as if to savor each exposed inch of skin he revealed. “Your body is a fucking masterpiece,” Harry murmured, his breath warm as he leaned to press a kiss against Louis’ bare chest. “Every curve, every line—it’s all so perfect.”

7) A Dream Awaits In Asle Number Two | Not Rated | 5,669 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“Hello, Louis,” the taller guy says, “looking as heavenly as ever” he comments, and Louis smiles. Definitely drunk, he thinks. “Had a fun night?” he asks, and Harry shrugs, “Niall’s cousin is visiting us for the week, and he bought us a bit too much to drink. How are you, Louis?” “Very tired, I can’t wait to sit down.” The next sentence that leaves Harry’s mouth leaves Louis speechless for multiple reasons.

8) Upon The Plot Where I Took My Eternal Residence | Mature | 5,739 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis gets into a car accident in the middle of nowhere and Harry, who lives in the middle of nowhere, finds and helps him.

9) Can’t Help But Crave Your Touch | Explicit | 5,912 words

When a rainy night brings Alpha Harry and his Omega babysitter Louis together, unspoken desires ignite, leading to a transformative encounter that neither can forget.

10) The Sacrifices Of Righteousness | Explicit | 6,989 words

Note: this is part 3 1 of the Stand on Holy Ground series.

Priest Harry eats Louis out and then fucks him on the altar in the Sanctuary of the Church

11) Is Only For The Braves | Explicit | 8,396 words

Harry has a bad habit of speaking German with Niall to avoid being understood... This comes in particularly handy when Louis, a magnificent Omega, arrives as their new colleague. Until it's not...

12) More, More, More | Explicit | 8,733 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

1980s AU. Harry is a singer and Louis is a groupie that Harry sleeps with. He becomes Harry’s inspiration for writing Rebel Yell by Billy Idol.

13) Love Is Red And It Looks So Good On You | Mature | 12,387 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

“Mummy and Daddy love us, so they will love anything we do for them.” She turned to look at her twin and noticed that the doubt was still drawn in her gaze, so she proposed, “Look, you are closer to Daddy, you like Daddy's books and those things, so you will go to help Mum with his gift.” Dars nodded with a shy smile, so she continued, “Mummy loves me more and shares the things he likes with me, so I will go with Daddy.” “That’s not true, Mummy loves us equally,” she refuted with a slight pout. Mummy would be incapable of loving one more than the other. Right? “I don’t go around saying that Daddy loves me more than you.” “Because he doesn’t love you more than me,” she cut her off.

14) Who Would Have Guessed? | Explicit | 22,573 words

“So why don’t we just shag?” “Like what? Like an enemies with benefits kinda shit?” blue eyes lit up in amusement, “Is that even a thing?” Harry shrugged. “It could be.” “But they always end up married when that happened in movies.” Louis made a face, clearly disgusted at the idea. “Don’t worry Louis,” Harry said, shaking his head in amusement. “I’m never ever gonna marry you.” “Trust me, the feeling is very mutual, Styles.” and then, “You’re only like an advanced sex toy.” Harry laughed at that, a genuine laugh. “Look at that.” he elbowed him, “We’re already agreeing on something.”

15) Kiwi - It's Your Business! | Explicit | 22,799 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

When ex-boybander Louis Tomlinson asks newcomer Harry Styles to be his support act for the next leg of his tour, he has no idea that he will gain more than just a support act.

16) Make Sure You Kiss Your Knuckles Before You Punch Me In The Face | Explicit | 24,686 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

"Things could be worse. Harry doesn’t know what could be worse than being forced to do a tell-all interview with his ex friends with benefits that he still harbors feelings for, the only person he could ever see a future with, the person who truly hates him so much, he can’t help but hate him right back. But surely, worse things have happened at sea, right?"

17) Daylight | Explicit | 26,775 words

September 13th is the first day of Louis Tomlinson's life. Well, not exactly, but after five grueling years, he's free of his contract with Cowell Records and is able to live life on his own terms. His first point of order: coming out. When his team suggests a PR relationship with a man in the industry, Louis immediately shoots it down, but now he thinks it may be the best option. He's shocked, though, when Harry Styles, a man he's sure hates him, volunteers for the job.

18) .. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..- (I Love You) | Explicit | 27,146 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis and Harry have been friends since they were children and Louis has had a crush on Harry for as long as he can remember. At a young age Louis learned how to say I love you in morse code and has used it to profess his love for Harry ever since. He has gifted him bracelets with the code, drawn it on his skin and tapped it into his body. Every time Harry has asked, Louis has just shrugged it off, unable to voice his true feelings. Louis and Harry are now moving to different cities for university and they won't be able to see each other every day, like they are used to. Will their friendship stand the test and will Louis ever be able to tell Harry how he feels?

19) But Daddy I Love Him | Not Rated | 28,924 words

Someone cleared their throat and they all turned to the person; Charles. “I cannot and will not support this marriage.” “But Daddy…I love him,” Louis pouted.

20) Omega | Explicit | 31,075 words

Louis is an Omega who lives with his three older Alpha brothers. He's newly presented and in his first year of university. Harry and Scott are Alphas, detectives at the beauro, they don't know if they are ready for a mate yet, but fate has other ideas. When Louis is targeted by the black market, secrets are revealed and Harry and Scott need to figure out how to keep him safe.

21) Bouncing off the Wall | General Audiances | 34,521 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry Styles is Louis' self-declared enemy, but it doesn't help that they are neighbours and their families are friends.

22) Deemed And Delivered A Crime | Explicit | 35,425 words

Harry keeps his voice low and calm. “I need you to listen very closely because I’m only going to say this once.” When he’s only greeted with silence on the other end, Harry continues. “For every hair that is harmed on Louis Tomlinson’s head, I am going to break one of your bones. And then when you’re reduced to a pathetic little pile on the floor, my men and I are going to kick around your limp carcass in my garden for footie practice. Do you understand?” There’s a few more beats of silence, before the voice on the other line answers. Still sounding calm and unbothered by Harry’s creative threat. “I’m glad you received our message Mr. Styles. Are you ready to settle on a suitable sum for Mr. Tomlinson’s release?”

23) The Royal Midwife | Explicit | 40,218 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis has called himself the "Royal Midwife" since his mother passed away. When the King summons him, he expects to be stripped of his stolen title. What he doesn't anticipate is that he will be be kidnapped and taken to the neighbouring kingdom, where he is expected to give the apparently infertile Crown Princes an heir.

24) Blue Nights | Explicit | 55,652 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

Louis does what he needs to do to make ends meet, and if that means showing his body to make money, so be it, he'll use the gifts he's been given to keep him and his dad safe. When a mysterious benefactor starts to make demands on him, Louis has to question whether its the money or the man he's most tempted by.

25) I'll Put A Spell On You | Explicit | 56,263 words

Harry is a witch with half a cat's head tattooed on his chest who is desperate to find what he misses most. Zayn is a lonely guardian who wouldn't say no to finding the dog of his life. Louis is a cat who doesn't like... Cats. And who may have other problems of his own to deal with. Niall is a... Well Niall... And oh, look, Liam is a golden retriever...

26) All You're Dreaming Of | Explicit | 61,155 words

Note: This fic was written for the Bottom Louis Fic Fest. Check out the full collection here.

In hindsight Louis should know there would be only one bed in the older man's room. It was a small inn attached to a pub downstairs, he should know. And it wasn’t a king sized bed where both of them could stay in their respective place without touching each other until the sun rose. The double bed was staring at Louis, taunting him and judging him for spending a night with clearly someone’s father who probably had children around his age.

27) Twists Of Fate | Explicit | 112,841 words

Some marriages don't start with love… When his parents tell Harry that they expect him to marry Louis Tomlinson he's more than just against it, he hates them for thinking it would magically solve all his problems and make him their dream son. Louis on the other side isn't keen to marry someone like Harry either, but since it's his only way to save his family's name, he goes for it. Against their own will they get married and are sent on a honeymoon together where they don't have a chance to avoid each other. Their marriage doesn't start with love, but while Louis helps Harry fighting his alcohol addiction they find something in the other that they both needed. Through trials and tribulations, their bond strengthens, transcending the confines of tradition to blossom into a profound love story of resilience and redemption.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

You can find other monthly roundup fic rec lists here.

[the-quiet-youve-been-longing-for]

Has anyone tried to look at Daniel's notes from the beginning of 2x05, before he asks Louis about 1973? I like these little easter eggs, but there are parts I cannot make out for myself

First page that we see, unfortunately I couldn't get a screenshot where the paper was flat so I can't make out the bottom part. I put in brackets my own notes/guesses

It looks like he had tried to piece together the 1973 memories:

Polynesian Mary's

Grasshopper Amex (the card Louis used? Not sure)

Divisadero St (fuck friend?) (I'm not sure about friend, the first word looks like fuck)

Corpses? In plastic?

9/4 - 9/9 - Six days???!!!

Lonely?

Captive the old Trick (is this referred to Armand fishing in his memories?)/Buick

The clear

I cannot make anything out from below 'the clear'

Second page is better, and honestly interesting. It looks like he started writing about the Talamasca, but then switched back to 1973

Monitoring (fatal?) agents

Wire tap

Access to tapes?

Indoor monitoring

Moviment tracking

Louis paid

Cab

Kill (pad?)

Sleazy /Drab

(Quaaludes?)

Interview from tapes

Bitten

I'm on the floor

Jealousy (this is so interesting)

Paramours/parameters of "love of my life"

(Armand?) publication avail. back then (I have no idea what the crossed out word is)

/ Claudia as trigger (edited after seeing responses, Claudia makes more sense)

We saw this one several times, but it's the most chaotic of the three

Where is the coven now?

Today?

Cell phones, Google, cctv (possibly in reference to what he asked Armand)

San Francisco, Polynesian Mary?

Playboy Magazines

Alice and Kate (I guess the way they are written to put them in the same row)

They'll come for next (???) Lenora Lestat

As a doorstop CLAUDIA! (use Lestat and Claudia as a blocker if they make him think or bring up Lenora)

MARY'S CAB - COKE BETH (???)

THIS TIME I WON'T SAVE YOUR LIFE

MI6? AEGIS? BLACK CUBE?

HACKED YOUR LAPTOP!!!

If someone would like to help me out with the pieces I'm missing, I would be entirely grateful, thank you!

[allwaswell16]

[4 pics, 4 quotes, 4 iconic 1D fics]

Iconic fics by...

- jacaranda_bloom -

[1]

“That I’m tired of feeling like this. That I don’t want every day to make me want to scream and tear my hair out. That a healthy bank balance is all well and good but it’s worth nothing if I’m not actually living.”

Harry nods to himself. He gets it. He really does. And at this moment there’s nothing more he wants in the whole world than to take up this offer for the adventure of a lifetime with Louis. “Soooo…. wanna go live on an island at the bottom of the planet for six months with me?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I really do,” Louis says, the smile evident in his voice.

“Shit. So we’re really gonna do this? Quit our jobs and just… disappear?”

“Mhmmmm… can’t think of anything I’d rather do.”

“Wow…” Harry gets up, feeling the urge to move around. “This is massive , Lou.” He goes over to the window and drags the curtains back only to be met with a view of another grey building opposite.

“Feels right though. Doesn’t it?”

[2]

A trill of chatter precedes his entry and he pokes his head around the doorway, a vast array of delicious treats laid out on the table along with crochet masterpieces in various states of completeness and nods to the room at large. “Afternoon ladies, oh, and gentlem-“

Louis' words die on his tongue as his gaze lands on the (literal) odd man out. His brain can’t process what he sees. The person is familiar but utterly out of place and it takes him a couple of stuttered heartbeats to realise just who it is. Or at least, who he thinks it is. But it can’t be. There’s just no way.

He blinks, trying to clear the apparition from his vision, but he doesn’t succeed because there, in the sitting room, with a tea cup in one hand, a saucer in the other, and an impressive crocheted blanket on his lap, is none other than man of dreams, Gucci model, and Louis’ current fake boyfriend: Harry Styles.

Louis stops breathing and briefly wonders if he’s having a psychotic break due to all the stress he’s been under at work. Or maybe he’s actually still asleep, laying peacefully up in his bed and this entire day has been nothing more than a dream state his overactive subconscious mind has conjured up in retribution for the lie he’s been perpetrating with his Nan.

[3]

This is ridiculous. Harry might not be into Kevin but he wasn’t into Louis either, obviously, so why on earth is there a little spark of hope blooming in his heart. This didn’t mean anything and has no impact on Louis other than extending this painful situation as Harry will now need to be matched with someone else and Louis can look forward to more days just like this one.

Liam drags a chair over and sidles up next to him, leaning his elbows on the desk. “Crack it open then. Let’s see what he said.”

Louis clicks on the email and tries desperately to hide the tremor in his fingers. He scrolls past all the stuff at the beginning, which is just a rehash of Harry’s profile details and the information about the match. They read over Harry’s response together in silence and it’s the longest, most winding, well-written rejection he’s ever seen. Yes. Rejection. Louis’ heart is in his throat. But what is of most interest is in the What Can We Do Better? section where clients can add information so they can refine the search criteria for them.

I guess what I’d like to say is that while Kevin was lovely, of course, and he matched the criteria I had given really well, there’s an intangible aspect I’m looking for. Something surprising. Something that challenges me. Something unexpected. It might be something in the way he laughs or smiles or holds himself or how he is with his friends and family. Something difficult to quantify on paper but so obvious and true when it’s in front of me. Sorry. I know I’m being vague, but I’ll know it when I see it. Thank you again for all your hard work and I look forward to meeting my next match. 

[4]

Louis walks over to the bed, coming up to the edge and holding out his phone. There’s a picture on his screen of Harry’s X-ray, but it’s not the original one Harry posted, this one has a red circle too. He doesn’t get it.

“I don’t get it. That’s my X-ray,” Harry says, a hint of worry creeping in. “Is there something on there that indicates a problem with my surgery?”

“Yes, it’s your x-ray, well spotted. And no, there’s no issue with your surgery. But do you see the giant red circle that someone has helpfully added?” Louis asks, voice scarily calm and Harry nods. “And do you see what it’s drawing attention to?”

Harry squints and Louis steps forward, knees hitting the edge of Harry’s bed. He’s really not sure what he’s looking at and his pain meds have really kicked up a notch in line with his stress levels. “No. Uhm. I don’t see it.”

“It’s your dick, mate,” Niall says from the other side of the room. “You’ve instagrammed your dick.”

Harry snatches Louis’ phone out of his outstretched hand and stares at the picture. Then he sees it. Right there, on the screen, big, and thick, and just there. “Oh fuck.”

- Answers below -

[1] No Going Back

Sales reps Harry and Louis are bored with their jobs and their lives. After meeting at a conference in Cardiff they hook up, have a few too many drinks, and jokingly apply to become remote lighthouse keepers. Six months, just the two of them, looking after the southernmost lighthouse off the bottom of Australia. It’s not like their applications will be accepted. Right?

This is the story of how one choice - a left instead of a right, a go instead of a stop, a yes instead of a no - can change the future forever and that sometimes, taking that leap of faith, is worth the risk.

[2] In A Twinkling

Louis’ Nan just wants him to be happy, to settle down with a nice boy, and bring him around for Christmas.

Louis is too busy with his career to bother about relationships, but in an attempt to appease his Nan, he sends her photoshopped pictures of him and his pretend boyfriend, Harry. The fact that the man in the pictures is none other than Harry Styles, world famous Gucci model—and recurrent star of Louis’ fantasies—is irrelevant. It’s not like their paths will ever cross…

So it comes as somewhat of a surprise when Louis returns home for Christmas and walks into his Nan’s sitting room only to find the real-life Harry Styles happily chatting away with the grey-haired ladies of his Nan’s Crochet Circle.

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.

[3] Love, Ever After

One would assume that the charismatic omega in charge of the local matchmaking service would have found a mate and settled down ages ago. His clients, in fact, are always a bit surprised when they come to learn that Louis is still single. But Louis doesn’t mind, not really. His standards are just high; he is happy holding out for his alpha, his soulmate, and chooses to not waste his time with anyone else, despite what his friends might think.

That is, until his best mate from uni drags him out of bed far too early on a Saturday morning after a night of drinking to go to a farmers market, of all places. It’s there that he proceeds to make an utter fool of himself in front of the hottest alpha he has ever laid eyes on. There’s truly no coming back from that, is there?

OR The one where omega Louis makes love matches, alpha Harry makes cheese, and meddling friends might finally make their dreams of finding their soulmate come true.

[4] Player

Louis’ job should be simple. Harry Styles, one of the top ranking tennis players in the world, is every publicist's perfect client. He’s charismatic, enigmatic, and fit as fuck. The darling of the media, a national treasure, and a sponsor's wet dream. He’s also a goofball with the kindest heart, sweet, and polite, and singularly focused on achieving his goals.

There are just two minor problems. Firstly, Louis' debilitating crush on said client. And secondly, Harry has just accidentally Instagrammed a picture of his dick to his 18 million followers. So no, Louis’ job is anything but simple.

OR the one where Louis is Harry’s highly strung publicist and has a thing for his client, Harry is an international sports star and has a thing for his publicist, Liam and Zayn have a thing for each other, and Niall wishes everyone would just get their shit together.

@jacaranda-bloom

[justmeinatree]

03 - Just Wanna Stay In The Moment

Summary : part 3 to Let Passion Get Too Much … louis x niall x reader threesome

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, double penetration, creampie, choking, weed smoking, y’all it’s fkn filth

Word Count : 5k

it’s not until the final guest has left, louis clicking the door shut and locked, that he saunters into the kitchen, finally giving you that knowing look, “think i’m that daft ? i’ve been looking for my smokes for a fuckin hour, and you two are just conveniently still here,” he smirks, looking over at niall, “what ? is this becoming the birthday tradition ?”

niall laughs, shaking his head, “took ya long enough. christ, she stole those hours ago. been listening to her drone on about it too.”

louis’ eyes snap back to yours, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, as he walks towards you, making you take a few steps backwards, gently hitting the counter, louis trapping you against it, “s’that so ?”

you hum, nodding and biting your lip, “was kind of hoping you’d come looking for them.”

“where did you put them ?” louis asks, a little glint in his eye, as he looks you up and down.

you shrug playfully, smirking, “gonna have to find them.”

“so where should i start ?” he hums, dropping down into a crouching position, his hands gripping into your ankles, gliding up your calves slowly, your thighs, feeling every bit of your legs, muttering as he comes to a stand again, “nope, not there.”

you can feel the prickling warmth starting to spread through your skin, as his hands come up to the swell of your bum, giving a generous squeeze, his fingertips bumping up against something hard, “mmh, you’re wearing a plug again aren’t you ?” he asks, his face all of a sudden crowding yours, lips ghosting your own.

you smile up at him, murmuring, “just for you, birthday boy.”

louis bites into your bottom lip, his hands slipping under your shirt, palms coming into contact with your bare skin, working their way up your sides, reaching your bra. his hands cup your breasts, pressing them together, thumbs feeling the rigid edges of a cigarette pack. he hums in excitement, pulling the smokes out of your bra, flinging the pack across the room, his lips finally landing on yours in a hard, heated kiss.

you groan, melting into him, louis’ large hands working over your covered chest, taking handfuls of your tits. you instinctively wrap your arms around louis’ neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

your eyebrows furrow when the faint smell of weed starts wafting into your nose, louis also noticing the smell, pulling away from the kiss to look over at niall, who had made his way across the room to filter through louis’ stash, finding a few joints along with the cigarettes.

“oh, help yourself mate, yeah ?” louis tuts playfully offended.

niall’s eyebrow rises as he looks back up at louis, “helping yourself to my girlfriend, lets call it even yeah ?”

louis laughs, shaking his head, “as long as you’re sharing that,” he points to the joint, “think that’s the premise of this whole ordeal innit ?”

“can we go somewhere cozier than your kitchen ?” you ask softly, louis nodding a quiet, “‘course, love,” leading you and niall up to his bedroom, “might as well skip the living room step and just pile together on my bed, yeah ?”

niall laughs, lunging himself onto the mattress, careful not to burn a hole in the sheets with the joint, “perfect plan tommo,” he murmurs around the filter, taking a drag, his legs crossed, one arm under his head as a pillow.

“christ, you’re really making yourself at home tonight mate,” louis chuckles, sitting next to niall, his back against the headboard, plucking the joint from his lips and taking a long drag for himself.

the bed dips as you sit yourself between them, facing them, legs crossed, waiting for your turn with the joint. that is, until niall’s eyes fall on yours, his hand reaching out for your own, pulling you to straddle his thighs, “smoke with me, pretty girl ?”

your face lights up, nodding quickly, because you know exactly what he’s implying. you watch him push himself up into a sitting position, plucking the joint right out of louis’ mouth, bringing it to his lips.

louis furrows his eyebrows, head flicking towards niall, “s’my fuckin birthday.”

“it’s for her,” niall mumbles around the filter, head nodding towards you.

“s’in your fuckin mouth,” louis laughs, rolling his eyes.

without giving louis another word, niall turns back towards you, pulling the joint from his lips, holding the smoke in his lungs. his other hand leaves the mattress, arm bending at the elbow, forearm pressed between your chests, hand cupping the back of your neck and jaw.

his eyes are trained on yours, nose flicking against your own in a soft butterfly kiss, hand leaving your neck to grip your chin, forcing your jaw to go slack. he exhales the smoke into your awaiting mouth, eagerly sucking back the first glimpse of weed tonight.

once all the smoke has left his lungs, niall forces your mouth closed, murmuring, “hold it,” and turning to face louis, taking another drag, “see ?”

louis huffs a laugh, nodding, fingertips reaching out for your thigh, stroking softly, “look good taking orders from him,” he coos, nodding towards niall.

a bashful smile takes over your features, noticing niall pass off the joint to louis, both of his arms now smooshed between your bodies, large hands cupping both your jaw and neck, his thumb tapping against your chin, finally giving you the okay to exhale.

niall’s eyes are locked on yours the entire time, beginning to exhale himself, the moment your lungs emptied and started your next breath. you know what he’s doing. and it’s fuckin working. 

he’s not giving you access to the fresh air your brain so desperately craves. he’s trying to get you just as stoned as he and louis are, without actually touching the joint. you can already feel the telltale jumpiness in your toes and the tips of your fingers.

instead of closing your mouth, he presses his lips to yours, a soft groan leaving your throat. his hands hold you in place, tongue quickly slipping into your mouth for a taste, pulling away from the kiss just as fast.

“go to him,” he murmurs, nodding towards louis and patting your bum, watching you get comfortable on his lap. and for the first time, you realize that louis’ stripped down to his boxers.

“hi darling,” he coos around the joint, taking it from his mouth in one hand, the other wrapped around your hips, holding you to him.

you smile wide, arms winding around louis’ neck, lips slotting with his in a deep kiss. his hold on you tightens, groan echoing in your throat. he pulls away just long enough to blow the smoke into your mouth, kissing you again and again.

you can feel niall now, on his knees behind you, obviously having stripped himself of all his clothes, straddling louis’ legs as well. his hands land on your waist, lips pressing kisses along your neck, “lets get these clothes off,” he mutters, tugging on your shirt and bra.

louis’ hands make contact with your bare skin, moaning softly, as he takes the last drag from the joint, sharing it with you again.

you were all feeling the strong effects of the joint, brains foggy, bodies buzzing. every touch, every sound seemed amplified, coursing through your veins, and making your skin prickle, heat expanding from your most intimate places.

as niall finishes to undress you, he peers over your shoulder at louis, “alright, s’your birthday, tell us what you want.”

louis laughs, smirking lightly, looking up at both of you, “christ, v’thought about this more times than i’d like to admit,” and in more ways than he’ll probably ever admit, “want you squirting in my mouth again,” he breathes, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh. “and since it’s my birthday, i’ll decide if and when m’sharing,” he chuckles, eyes flicking between both of you. 

you can feel niall’s breathy laugh against the softness of your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine, shooting straight to your already soaked centre. without thinking twice, your hips start grinding against louis’ hardening length, quiet moan leaving his lips.

“n’then we’re gonna fuck you,” louis breathes, “wanna be in your cunt tonight, love. maybe make you squirt again. maybe even taste again, fuck,” he groans, pressing up against you. he was so buzzed, and so horny, and christ, some of his wildest thoughts about you and niall could potentially be coming true. he was losing his mind in the best way imaginable.

a loud breathy moan from you breaks louis’ train of thought, his eyes snapping to yours, noticing the absolute blissed out expression on your face, body limply leaning back against niall’s. and then he feels it, niall’s fingers working the plug inside you, his knuckles bumping into louis’ cock from time to time.

louis groans softly, slipping himself down under your bodies, his face right under your sopping cunt. he peers up at your heat, biting his lip, because really, he never thought he’d be blessed enough to have an opportunity like this. and not only once, but three times now.

his tongue darts out, taking a tentative lick through your folds, gathering your arousal on the tip of his tongue. he moans at the taste of you, his eyes rolling back, “christ, love, got the best cunt,” he groans, pulling on your hips, forcing you to sit on his face. 

you moan loudly, hips bucking instinctively, niall pressing the plug into you deliciously, hitting spots inside you that send sparks flying through your entire body. plus the wet heat of louis’ mouth, and the messiness of his technique, sending your brain in a frenzy. “fuck, fuck,” you whimper, reaching down to grip into louis’ hair, needing some way to ground yourself.

your head tips back against niall’s shoulder, fingers buried tight in louis’ hair, the buzz of the earlier joint making you lose your senses quicker than usual. you couldn’t believe how good they were making you feel. from the plug pressing through your thin inner walls and hitting directly into your sweet spot, to the lapping of louis’ tongue from your entrance to your clit.

louis hums against your most sensitive spot, shiver running through your body, mouth pressed up against you as he speaks, “can feel the plug, fuck.”

“s’gonna be my cock soon,” niall murmurs, sucking a bruise into your neck, “wanna feel you so fuckin bad, sweet girl, christ, my cock is so hard right now.”

“do it, fuck, do it,” louis groans, stuffing his face harder against your pussy, tongue battling the plug to reach your gspot.

“anything for you tonight,” niall chuckles, twisting and playing with the plug, making it catch against your tight rim time and time again, until finally, he removes it.

out of the blue, your body convulses around your first orgasm, clenching over nothing, a loud moan echoing through the room as you tremble against niall’s chest, louis’ tongue flicking continuously over your clit, working your high, not giving you any form of break, delving into your entrance again.

and a moment later, without so much time for a breath, you feel the head of niall’s cock pressing up against your ring of muscles, slowly breaching into you.

you whimper loudly, tugging harder on louis’ hair, making him groan, feeling the vibration through your pussy. niall’s arm winds itself around your torso, keeping you upright, moaning himself at the sheer tightness of your inner walls.

with the buzz of alcohol and weed leading you on, the moment niall’s cock settles into the depths of your insides, louis’ mouth suctioned to your clit, another orgasm starts crashing over you, warmth spreading through your entire being, prickling your fingertips. 

“holy shi-“ you breathe, rocking your hips harder, eyes rolling back, trying to contain the volume of your moans, increasingly getting louder as the coil in your tummy snaps for the second time.

louis can feel the spasming of your heat, his tongue lapping and flicking you through it, sucking on your folds and your clit, anywhere his mouth can grasp. he can hear the loud moan coming from niall, his cock seethed inside the tight warmth of your ass, sending a zap of electricity to his cock.

“c’mon beautiful, please squirt for us, please,” louis coos against your clit, nibbling into your sensitive little button.

you whimper, hearing the softness of louis’ voice, trying so hard for him. while in all honestly, you had no control over anything at the moment, your brain so fuzzy from the substances running through your veins. it wasn’t something you could force.

“i got this one lou,” niall mutters, one hand firmly wrapped around your body for support, the other hand winding itself around your throat softly, whispering against your ear, “m’right here, petal,” he coos, pecking the spot beneath your ear, as a quiet reminder that he’s got you. no matter what happens, niall’s here. your niall. taking care of you no matter what.

you nod, leaning your head further back, giving niall full access, his fingers immediately closing in on your throat. not a moment later, your cunt clenches hard, blood flow constricted from reaching your brain, prickling fuzziness floating through your body. 

if it weren’t for louis’ happy, proud, satisfied moan, and the extreme sucking, flicking of his lips, you almost wouldn’t have felt the gush exploding from your cunt, squirting directly into louis’ awaiting mouth.

“mmh, fuck yes, like that lovely,” louis hums, lapping up every last drop, holding your hips still on face, craving more. “did so good, that was so fast, darling.”

“you’re welcome,” niall chuckles breathily, louis’ eyebrows furrowing, taking a moment to look up at you, noticing niall’s hand around your neck.

“fuck, shoulda known,” he groans into your pussy, “of course you like to be choked.”

“love it,” you sigh around a moan, already so full of niall, so overstimulated from louis, so floaty from the weed and the lack of oxygen, you knew it would not take long to cum again.

it’s when you feel the slow, deep thrusting of niall’s cock, mingling with the quick flicks of louis’ tongue, their fight for dominance over your inner walls, right at the same time as your throat gets squeezed again, that the telltale signs return. “don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you cry out like a mantra, over and over, your legs trembling, sheen of sweat forming onto your skin, muscles seizing, as your jaw goes slack, gasping for air, body wracking through another explosive high. 

louis’ swallows every drop that you have to offer, revelling in your taste, in your smell, in your sounds, fuck. his hips buck up into the air instinctively, his prick searching for something, any fucking thing, that he can rut up against, needing some sort of relief.

he works you through your high, slowing his movements as you come down from your orgasm, louis’ mouth detaching with a wet pop. he’s quick to shuffle back into a sitting position, resting against the headboard again.

niall eyes louis’ face over your shoulder, his mouth absolutely soaked from your overflow of arousal. with the weed coursing through his blood and up to his brain, he doesn’t think much beyond needing a taste. he quickly lunges forward, pinning you between both of them, niall’s mouth attaching itself to louis’, his hand gripping the back of louis’ hair to keep him in place.

louis groans, feeling niall’s tongue dip into his mouth, humming as he scoops up every little taste he can reach. one of louis’ hands falls on niall’s hip, his nails leaving small crescent indents in their wake, finding himself somehow even more needy than he was a moment ago.

niall ends up breaking the kiss first, panting for air, his head resting against yours, blinking his eyes open to look at his friend, “sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

louis’ quick to shake his head, sucking in a deep breath, “don’t you dare fuckin apologize,” he grumbles, his voice croaky from all the groaning and moaning.

the gravelliness of louis’ voice does not go unnoticed to you, the sound hitting your eardrums, traveling down your spine, to your already abused cunt. but you wanted more, fuck, so much more, a whimper getting caught in your throat, as you bite your lip.

louis’ gaze flicks over to yours, smirking softly, “something about us together gets you off doesn’t it darling ?” he hums knowingly, resting his forehead against yours. “remember you cumming last time, right while i was kissing him.”

you bite your lip, almost drawing blood, eyes locked on louis’, nodding. you can feel his fingers playing with your labia, roaming, flicking, stroking, spreading. the soft sound of louis’ voice hitting your ears, “s’there room for me in there, lovie ?” making you whimper quietly.

nodding quickly, your mouth collides with his, chasing a little taste of your own, tongue lapping up the mix of niall and louis and you and fuck, you just needed him inside you as well. “always louis. please. please give me your cock.”

“such a good girl,” he coos, lining himself up, waiting for niall to pull back, before thrusting into you.

your jaw falls, head tipping back on niall’s shoulder, as they take their turns thrusting into you. you could feel your brain starting to float, the constant feeling of being filled by one of their cocks, your mind and body reeling at the constant dragging intrusion, too far gone to keep up with their rhythm.

you were a trembling mess, whimpering loudly, crying out, skin fiery hot. their cocks would catch around your entrances, giving your body and extra jolt with each thrust. as louis’ cock delved deep inside you, niall’s cock was waiting patiently by your hole, breaching you each time louis was pulling back. 

niall still had an arm wound around you for good measure, and thank god, considering he was the only thing holding you up at this point. his other hand was gripped into louis’ hip, one of louis’ hands doing the same to niall, their silent way of communicating, keeping up their thrusting pattern.

with your head tipped far back on niall’s shoulder, panting for air through your loud moans, your neck was presented beautifully for louis. gently, he runs his fingertips up your stomach and over your breasts, taking a moment to show some love to your nipples, something he’d neglected so far, too caught up with your beautiful cunt. he pulls and tweaks, feeling your chest being pushed into his hands on its own accord.

louis keep one of his hands busy with your breasts, roaming, groping, squeezing, while his other hand runs up to your throat, cupping it softly, “can i ?” he murmurs.

niall feels you fall more limp against him at the mere thought of louis choking you. but he also knows your reservations of trying this for the first time with someone new. so he tucks his face against yours, leaving a soft lingering peck just under your ear again, silently letting you know that he’s right here. he’s got you. you’re okay. you’re safe.

barely a moment later, you’re nodding, niall’s hand stroking your hip in comfort, eyes locked on you, as louis’ fingers tighten their hold.

your eyes instantly roll back, brain far gone, your cunt clamping down on louis’ length simultaneously. your moans pick up strength, bearing your throat to louis even more, hands reaching out to grip him, another orgasm igniting your body.

“yes, fuck,” niall groans, “keep going louis, dont stop.”

and just like that, louis’ cumming as well. his cock seethed inside you, hot spurts of his orgasm filling you to the brim, niall thrusting into you at the same time, foregoing their rhythm in favour of feeling you both hitting your highs.

a louder moan leaves both yours and louis’ mouths, your body spasming even more at the added fullness from niall’s cock. 

louis’ hands leave your body, reaching out to grip niall’s ass, pulling him into you impossibly more, because fucking christ, he never in a million years thought hearing his friend moan out his name, or feeling his friend’s prick, would be the thing that sends his brain into a frenzy.

you both felt so fucking good. your cunt clamped down on him, niall’s gruffly loud moans, your nails almost breaking his skin, the tip of niall’s cock brushing against his length. louis needs to pull out, soon, before it becomes too overwhelming.

slowly, and with lots of soft kisses to your skin in comfort, louis’ member falls from your entrance, a small trickle of squirt leaving you. and with his eyes zeroed in on your heat, it does not go unnoticed to louis. his fingers reach out to tickle your gaping cunt, murmuring, “looks like you have more to give, darling.”

you whimper, nodding quickly, so fucking far gone, you just wanted to make them feel good. fuck, the more they felt good, the more you felt good. you loved pleasing them, and you loved how good they were to you in the process.

“drink tonight ?” louis nods towards niall, figuring it had to be the only reason he hasn’t cum yet. his prick has been squeezed down on, through more of your orgasms, than any of you could count right now.

“yeah,” niall laughs, breathing heavily, his cock still working inside you, albeit slower now, enjoying the silkiness of your insides. the buzz of the joint still present, making everything move slower, taking the time to feel you completely, as you were leaned back against niall’s chest, revelling in a moment of quietness, catching your breath and getting reacquainted with your bearings.

“wonder if this’ll work,” louis hums to himself, dropping down again, shuffling further down the mattress. he pulls your hips down again, forcing niall to do the same.

as you were both expecting louis’ mouth to close in on your cunt again, it came as a huge shock to feel louis’ nose bump into your entrance, his tongue darting out to lick at niall’s cock with every backwards thrust.

“bloody fuckin christ,” niall cries out, his arm wrapping tighter around you, feeling an overdrive of stimulation. the tight silky warmth of your inner walls, the sucks of louis’ wet mouth, flicking tongue, dragging bluntness of his teeth. he couldn’t focus on anything.

niall’s thrusts pick up speed, his prick pounding into you harder, wanting to feel both you and louis all at once. he reaches down, taking a fistful of louis’ hair, nails scraping at his scalp.

louis groans, the sting in his hair shooting down to his prick, feeling it starting to stiffen again, making him grip into the plushness of niall’s bum. 

“fuck, fuck, fuck,” niall gasps, “like that louis, don’t stop. don’t fuckin stop.”

and christ, louis needs to make a mental note to tell niall that he needs to shut up. the more he talks like that, the more it unknowingly works louis up. but his cock is spent, he has no idea how niall’s still doing this. although, he can’t say he’s complaining at the opportunity to put his mouth on his prick. he’ll blame that thought on the weed later.

with his hands still gripped into niall’s ass, louis works up a rhythm for him, pounding into you relentlessly, his nose bumping against your entrance with each sway of your hips.

“fuck, oh my-” you whine, gasping for air, another orgasm wracking your body, clenching down harder than you have all night.

and with that, comes another large gush from your cunt, louis’ mouth eagerly there to lap up your orgasm. 

niall was sitting right on the edge, the squeeze of your muscles around his length so deliriously perfect, if only there was one, little, tiny, extra -

louis seriously cannot believe what alcohol does to his friend. christ, he must not have cum once while they were touring the world, poor lad. in slight frustration, because really fuck, louis’ hand leaves the roundness of niall’s bum, in favour of giving a tight tug on his balls.

a guttural groan rumbles through niall’s body, muscles seized tight, pulling on louis’ hair hard, as hot spurts of cum fill you up once more.

louis smirks against you, a sense of pride in what he’s capable of achieving, letting you both work through your highs, slowly coming to a stop. he shuffles his way out from under the both of you, niall taking the opportunity to help you lay down against the mattress.

“how you feeling petal ?” niall murmurs, sitting next to you, facing you, fingertips gently trailing over your tummy.

“so fucking good,” you breathe out, a smile gracing your lips. you were so fucked out, laying comfortably, your legs spread open, head tucked up into louis’ pillows.

“can see your brain working tommo,” niall laughs, looking over at his friends, his gaze locked on your pussy.

“wanna taste,” louis mumbles, almost mesmerized by what he’s seeing. your entrance weeping with a mix of your arousal and his cum, your hole gaping over nothing, niall’s cum slowly seeping out of you. “please, lovely,” he murmurs, his fingers gliding over your inner thigh, so so close to your pussy.

“yeah,” you nod, so incredibly blissed out, knowing you’ll be feeling these adventures come morning, but for now, you just couldn’t help yourself. you didn’t quite want the pleasure to go away just yet.

“perfect girl,” he smiles wide, looking over at niall, “joining me ?” and without waiting for an answer, louis dips down, tongue lapping a long stripe.

“fuck, dont hog it all,” niall grumbles, dipping down as well, both of their heads between your thighs.

louis immediately sinks down lower, licking up a dribble of niall’s cum, fingers gripping into your thighs, keeping you spread open wide. he moans around the taste, tongue delving into you for more.

niall slowly laps up your slit, from your entrance up to your clit, and back down. over and over and over again, the tip of his tongue catching on your opening. it made your pussy clench every time, louis’ cum coating the inside of niall’s mouth with every pass. 

it was getting messier and messier, niall’s spit leaking down to mix with louis’, a mix of everyone’s cum mingling together, the increasing moans coming from not only you, but them as well. 

louis wanted more though, craved more. so he worked his way back up, licking through your cunt, along with niall, both of them stopped at your entrance. you could feel their tongues mingling together inside you, taking advantage of being able to taste you, while simultaneously sharing a moment.

you wanted to let them have this, you really did. you’ve had the opportunity to talk to both of them since last time. separately. and the general consensus was that they get each other off. the other general consensus was that they figured they couldn’t tell each other. it was ridiculous really. but you figured you’d let them play this out their way. see where it goes.

but you were really too sensitive, teetering on the painfully uncomfortable. somewhere along the line, the hurt so good, turned not so good. 

your telltale whimper hits niall’s ears in an instant, pulling him from whatever fantasy he was floating to, honestly he can’t even remember it now. all he can focus on is your sign of discomfort. and fuck, he understands. can’t imagine going through everything they’d put you through so far. and now they’re greedily demanding more. 

niall instantly presses his teeth into louis’ tongue, gently enough not to hurt, but forcibly enough to make him follow, pulling him away from your cunt, closing his mouth around louis’ tongue and sucking on it. he grips into louis’ hair, pulling him just far enough for you to close your legs.

he steals a moment to revel in the feeling of louis’ mouth, an elated groan leaving his throat, one that louis is happy to swallow down.

niall pulls away reluctantly, resting his forehead against louis’, panting in an effort to catch his breath, “y’okay petal ?”

“mhmm,” you nod, “just couldn’t take any more.”

“sorry, darling,” louis hums, head rolling to face you, a sympathetic look in his eyes. but the worry fades as he notices a happy glint in your gaze, looking seriously fucked out, in the best way possible.

he lays down next to you, niall doing the same, enjoying a quiet moment, fingers rubbing skin, none of you quite sure who or what you’re petting anymore, taking it all in, in a post sex, post weed, post alcohol daze.

“really hope we don’t have to wait until niall’s birthday to do this again,” louis chuckles bashfully, face tucked against your shoulder.

both you and niall puff out laughs, you shaking your head, “definitely not.”

Part 4

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Archive Classics: Typesetting Fics

TL; DR: the internet is temporary!!! printed books (for your own private amusement) are forever!!!

What I do:

Basically, I choose fics that I think deserve to be printed and typeset them using a software called Adobe InDesign. InDesign is the professional standard in the industry, but there are definitely easier (and cheaper!) options for formatting.

Once I've chosen a fic, there a few different things I have to decide: the font, glyphs, book size, and the hors-texte (title page, contents, etc).

Then, I go about copy + pasting the text into the software, and formatting them. Usually, that just means deleting the blank space of lines that for some reason appears between paragraphs.

Every element, and I mean every single element, is designed for the reader's comfort. At no point should the reader feel lost or unable to continue because of the way the text is formatted. This means using serif fonts instead of sans-serif fonts for the body text and making sure that there aren't any widows/orphan lines. I have specific justification settings so that the spacing between words and letters are even and smooth to the reader's eye.

I also think about headers and page numbers more than you would expect. Should the page numbers be on top or bottom? Centered or at the corners. Should I have headers at all? And if so, what should they say?

When I began, and I still do this occasionally, I grabbed books off my shelves and examined their formatting. Then I'd question why they made this design choice or that. All publishers have their special little quirks and features, and if I spotted something I liked, I would incorporate that into my own works. For example, Penguin Classics love their classic serif fonts and headers. Barnes and Noble Classics have a feature in their hors-texte that is their "From the Pages Of" section.

My favorite part is creating the cover. If you couldn't tell based off the title "Archive Classics," I *borrowed* Penguin Classic's grid. I love to use paintings or other kinds of artwork (like Étienne-Louis Boullée's architectural drawings for Fractals)

Why I Do This:

While there are many amazing and necessary reasons to read e-books, I enjoy the physicality of a printed book. Nothing can beat the sensation of turning the next page, the smell of paper, or the weight of your next great adventure in your hands. Fanfiction more than deserves to be experienced in that way too.

But also, I've always had a lingering suspicion regarding the temporal nature of digital media and of the internet in general. Fanfiction, in particular, are at risk of disappearing forever, and while you can obvs download it (which I always always do), there's a slight chance that you may not be able to access the technology in order to view it. Books don't require laptops or phones or internet service.

It's a silly movie, but Leave the World Behind (2023) showcases this perfectly, albeit with streaming services and dvds.

Finally, with the ever-changing landscape of the internet and technology, who knows if say archaeologists would be able to access ao3 in a 100 or even 50 years. Look at USB-As, and how quickly they're going out of use. Physical media like printed books will certainly last for decades longer. My ultimate (and idealistic) goal is to have a physical, printed library of fanfiction for both private enjoyment and for the academic study of fanfiction in the anthropological and literary fields. The latter will most likely not happen in my lifetime (if ever at all), but a girl can dream!

Copyright

This is slightly sketchy but from what I can tell from my research is that most sites don't give an af if you print like one copy for yourself and you do not print en-masse or start selling them. So like Manacled. Don't do what those kids did and put up your copies on etsy. I don't. I print this for myself and myself only. And I've never gotten a cease and desist letter or anything like that.

Requests are open: if you have a fic you think deserves the archive classics treatment, lmk! I do not accept payment. This is all free.

Examples!

A Current Cover I'm Working On:

This one is a linen wrap, which means it has flaps!

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Business Proposal || knj (10/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, fluff, flirting, semi-edited, smut, fingering, eating out, unprotected sex.

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 4.5

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

A/n: I hope you enjoy. Please let know your thoughts!

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10 Years Ago

It was bittersweet. 

You’ve been staying over Hoseok’s apartment more than usual, refusing to leave his side. 

In four days he will be boarding a plane, moving across the world. Your mood has been on a constant shift. With every high you feel another low coming up. You’ve burst out in tears at least four times a day in the past month. Your heart feels heavy inside your chest, and everytime Hoseok looks at you for a little longer than usual, you feel your heart break. 

“What about this one?” You say over your shoulder, holding out a mug in his direction. You’ve been helping him pack up his house for the past three days. His loud apartment, stripped to something quiet, almost lifeless. 

Hoseok looks in your direction, his bangs are being held back by a Louis Vuitton headband. He’s wearing a simple black t-shirt and joggers. He looks like a dream. 

“I made that with Namjoon three years ago.” He smiles, and places the blanket he was folding into one of the boxes. “You can have it, it has our initials on the bottom.” He walks over to you and kneels down in front of you. He grabs the mug from your hands and turns it over, showing you the messy KNJ and JHS initials. 

You pout, “It’s yours. Why would you want to give it away?” You say tilting your head in confusion. 

Hoseok chuckles, placing the mug on your lap. “Namjoon broke his the second we left the shop. But I want you to have it, you’ll use it more than I ever did.” He places a kiss on your forehead before taking the seat next you, peering into the box you’ve been packing away. 

You place your head against his shoulder. “You’ve already given me like a fourth of your stuff.” 

He wraps an arm around your shoulders and reels you in closer. “This way I’m keeping all my most valuable things in the family.” He shrugs, twinkling his fingers down your arm.

You give him a small smile, “My mom is going to think I’m dating an old billionaire with all the designer things you’ve just given me for no reason.” 

“Well it's a good thing your mom loves me to pieces.” He says snaking his hand under your t-shirt and resting it on your hip. His cold palm sends a shiver up your spine. “I do have something for her.” He slowly moves his hand up, stopping just below your bra. You shudder when you feel his thumb start to caress your side. 

“She’s gotten enough presents from you.” You roll your eyes, sitting up to look up at him. 

He leans his head close. “There will never be enough presents for the woman who birthed the woman I love.” He whispers before closing the space and kissing you hard. He moves his mug to the side before pulling you to straddle his lap. 

This is exactly why it's taken three days to pack up his entire apartment. Apart from him having a lot of shit. Neither of you can take your hands off each other. You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You ground your hips into his, earning a small grunt from him. “I want to do this forever.” You whisper against his lips before pushing his head closer to you. You open your mouth, letting his tongue enter, exploring the inside of your mouth while he bucks his hips up. You’re hungry for each other, and it feels good. Everything about him feels 7 he pulls away. 

His eyes are swimming in lust, probably matching your own. His hands shake, desperate to undress you like he did a few hours ago when you came back from the local bakery down the street. The croissants you had bought for breakfast were forgotten by his front door because he had woken up without you by his side and in a mood. 

“Trust me, if things were different we would be doing this forever.” He whispers, taking your shirt off. He wastes no time to unbuckle your bra. In the last few days your love making has been filled with desperate gestures. Clinging onto each other like it's the last time you will ever be seeing one another. In some ways, there is truth to those actions, but you try not to dwell on those thoughts for too long. 

“Let me go with you.” You gasp, when you feel his mouth wrap around your nipple, sucking on it, humming in delight. He pulls away, kissing up the valley of your breast, his thumb ghosting over your other nipple. 

He gives you a small grin, before pecking your lips a few times. “You know I can’t let you do that.” He says against your lips. “I want nothing more than to bring you along with me, but you deserve to be happy and that won’t be with me across the world.” He says sadly. His hands find purchase against your hips. His thumbs sneaking their way under the waistband of your black sweatpants. He plays with the lace of your panties. 

You sigh, nodding your head, bunching up his shirt in your hands. “I hate it when you’re right.” He helps you take off his shirt. You throw it to the side, smiling at the lotus tattoo on his left pec. It matches the one you have on your back right above your spine. You lean down and kiss it slowly. He lets out a sigh, before placing both of his palms against your cheeks and guiding your face to look at him. 

His eyebrows are furrowed, worry etched all over his face. “Hey, I mean it. If things were different we would be planning a wedding by now.” He says. 

You sigh, blinking fast to keep your eyes from watering. “I don’t want to talk about this right now Hoseok.” 

He caresses your cheeks. “Hey, you only call me Hoseok when something is bothering you.” He tilts his head, moving a strand of your hair behind your head. “What’s wrong?” 

“Now,” You ask curiously as you gesture at the missing clothing items and your compromising position. “Aren’t we in the middle of something?” 

“Yes now, sex can wait. Your pretty little head can be very loud sometimes, especially when you’re quiet.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, scooting closer, grinning when you feel his hard length press into your core. In typical Hoseok fashion, the man can always put his pleasure aside in the oddest moments. Though, it's something you find yourself very fond of. 

“I don’t want to break up.” You whisper, pushing your chest against his. Your hard nipples brushing over the skin of his naked chest. “What if we get into a huge fight and we never talk again. Even if you’re not here physically I still want you to be here.” You confess, pouting. 

Hoseok nods, his hands make their way into your sweat pants and he squeezes your ass, making you gasp. Also in typical Hoseok fashion, he always finds the oddest ways to have a serious conversation. You can count on two hands how many times the two of you have been in the middle of having sex, while having a serious conversation. 

He’s never voiced it, but you suspect it's his way of showing you that no matter what, his mind, body, and soul are intuned with yours. “I know, but you’re not going to lose me. No matter what, you’ll always be in my life. Even if one day we stop talking. I’ll always care about you, your well-being, and your happiness.” He slowly begins to guide your hips against his while he bucks his hips, grinding into you slowly. 

You gasp, your heartbeat begins to increase, your hands slowly move down his chest and stop at the waistband of his joggers. “I don’t want to stop talking, I want to talk to you everyday until we get sick of each other.” You move your hand into his pants. You smile when you remember he skipped out on underwear after this morning. You slowly wrap your hand around his length, squeezing him gently. 

His breath hitches, and haphazardly pulls down your sweatpants, exposing your ass and the navy blue lace panties you put on after showering this morning. “Then we will do exactly that. I’ll text and facetime you everyday until you ghost me.” He pulls your hips closer. “Now, turn around.” He slaps your ass gently, moaning your name when you rub his tip with your thumb. 

“W-What?” You lean up on your knees, while he pushes your sweatpants down, your grip on his length loosens. Your breasts are right in front of his face while he continues to undress you. He licks one of your nipples before bringing his palm down and slapping them gently. 

“Baby I want you to turn around. I you to watch yourself as I fuck you.” He demands, guiding you, turning around in his lap. You’re met with your reflection. His bedroom mirror somehow has made it out to his emptying living room. You watch while he undresses himself behind you, admiring the way your chest rises and falls. 

You look desirable. Your nipples are hard against the air. Your chest is flushed with heat. Your lips are swollen from how hard the two of you were kissing. Your eyes are dark and filled with lust. Your tummy is exposed, revealing your small rolls and the hickeys he left on you last night. The only thing you’re wearing are your panties and those do nothing to cover up your desire. 

Hoseok settles down behind you. One of his arms comes up to wrap around your waist and pulls you closer. You can feel his hardness press into the small of your back. He kisses down your neck, his fingers caressing your stomach. “You’re so sexy.” He whispers against your skin, pushing your legs apart, exposing the center of your pussy to yourself in the mirror. “Look at yourself, this is what I see every time. And every time I fall in love with you and your body more.” He moves his hand further down. His index finger settling over your wetness. 

He wastes no time as he moves your panties to the side. His fingers move up to your clit, circling it a few times before moving his fingers down your slit. He gathers your wetness. He repeats his actions a few times, your quiet moans grow louder every time he plays with you. Finally he inserts both of his fingers, making your hips buck into his hand. His other hand plays with your nipples, while his lips kiss their way up and down your neck, your chin, your shoulder.

He moves slowly at first, grinning against your skin when you start moaning his name like a prayer. He loves making you wither underneath him. You feel so good, it's over powering your body. You throw your head back in pleasure. And he stops. You whine when you feel his fingers leave your heat. Only to have his palm come down, a wet slap resounding against his empty walls. “Don’t close your eyes, watch yourself babygirl.” 

You moan loudly, bucking your hips. He presses your hips against his and inserts his fingers again. His pace is unrelenting. His dirty whispers get louder. You're moaning so loud, that you’re thankful for the soundproof walls. 

You can’t deny it, watching yourself is turning you on even more now. You’re a withering mess against him. Your cheeks are red, there’s a few sweat droplets gathering at your hairline. Your body is starting to glisten with sweat as well. You look so fucked out that you begin to understand why Hoseok was adamant at taking a few pictures of you in this state a few months ago. 

You look sexy as fuck, and somehow this is the most empowering thing you have ever had happen to you. 

“Let me cum please.” You gasp, when his other hand comes down. His finger starts playing with your clit. You’re a wet squelching mess, and it takes everything inside Hoseok to not stop in order to drink you.

“Do it, show me how hard you cum for me.” His length is so hard that it’s leaking against your back. And it makes your mouth water. You want to wrap your lips around him until he releases himself down your throat. But he never lets you, only a few times. He prefers pleasuring you than himself. He says there’s nothing sexier than you coming around his tongue. 

And with how much of a mess he’s making out of you. You can’t help but agree. 

He takes his fingers out and slaps your pussy a few times, before inserting his fingers again. This time adding a third. Your hole is gapping open, clenching with every single movement he does. The pressure builds up in the pit of your stomach, until finally you lose control. Cumming hard, moaning his name in a scream. You gush around his fingers, pushing him out. He continues to rub your clit, whispering praises into your ear as you continue to ride your high. 

It’s so dirty. It’s so sexy. You want to relive every single moment you have like this for the rest of your life. 

You whimper, withering with over stimulation and he stops. Kissing your cheek gently, then your temple and finally your lips. He kisses you softly before pulling away. “You always do so good for me.” He grins. 

“I want more.” You whine. 

He chuckles, bringing his wet fingers up to your mouth. You take them, swirling your tongue, moaning at your own taste. “You will get more. Just wait.” He promises. 

A promise that he doesn’t break for the next three hours.

So much for packing. 

You’ve never experienced a goodbye that hurt. Until you watched Hoseok walk through the security gates at the airport with tears welling up in his eyes. It was the only time in your relationship that you wanted to tell him to throw away everything he’s ever worked for to stay here with you. 

Your chest hurts as you watch the back of his head slowly disappear through the crowd of people. Your lungs were on fire when he didn’t look back, even if you had him promise not to do so. A little part of you still hoped that he would break that promise to tell you he loved you one last time. 

He didn’t, and the months you shared with Jung Hoseok were officially over. 

That realization led you to your breaking point. If it wasn’t for the two arms that were wrapped around your shoulders in comfort. You would’ve fallen to the floor in tears. 

Jungkook, the person you never expected to befriend, held you tightly. He lets you grip on his arm and use his sleeve to wipe away your tears. But your sobs were painful, and he quickly brought you into a hug, leaving a sweet kiss on top of your head. 

“You can stay with us until you feel better.” He whispers, patting your back in comfort. “You can help Joon and I unpack.” He suggests. You know he’s only offering because it will help keep you busy.

Coincidentally Namjoon and Jungkook moved into their new place last night. You helped them unload the truck along with Hoseok and Jimin but for some reason Namjoon refused to unpack. The four of you sat on their living room floor eating pizza and fried chicken, no alcohol because Jungkook is on a diet. 

Hoseok held onto you the entire night. He refused to let you go and out of his line of sight. He kissed everywhere that was appropriate in front of your friends. You tried your hardest to memorize his smell and the timbre of his voice. Knowing that one day as time passes, you will forget. 

“Okay,” You choke out pulling away from his embrace. Namjoon has been standing to the side, hands in his pocket, his eyebrows furrowed. He hasn’t spoken a word to you since last night after he came back from a smoke break with your boyfriend–ex boyfriend. 

“Let’s go then.” Jungkook unravels his arms from your shoulders. Shoots a look towards his brother. A silent acknowledgment between the two and the older turns on his heels and leaves. 

“Is he okay?” You whisper, watching his back walk through the airport and exiting. 

“Yeah,” Jungkook starts, “He will be, he’s just a little confused.” 

You turn your head quickly to face your best friend, a raised eyebrow in question. “About what?”

“I have no idea, he won’t tell me the reason.” 

A reason neither of you will find out about for years.

You don’t further the subject, wiping away your tears on your sleeve. You don’t want to walk out of the airport yet. You want to stay until Hoseok’s plane leaves. Even if he won’t leave for the next two hours. You will keep your feet planted until you watch his plane disappear through the clouds in the sky. 

Though you’ve gotten closure from Hoseok. After you left your friend's apartment last night. The two of you sat in his car in the parking lot talking of a McDonald’s, essentially breaking up. A wound that burned so bright it could light up the missing ‘l’ of the fast food sign. 

Jungkook squeezes your shoulder and guides you towards the exit. With every step you feel your heart break more and more. The cherry on top is when you feel your phone vibrate before you finally step through the automatic doors of the airport. 

You fish it out quickly. Thea name on your screen tugs at your heartstrings, creating a bittersweet melody. 

My Sunshine 

You don’t hesitate to open the text. It takes everything in you to not turn around and run past TSA to kiss Jung Hoseok one last time. But the text on the screen is enough. It’s the final line of your book with him and the line you will find yourself going back to whenever you miss him. Until the day that you don’t. 

I will always love you.xx

“Okay you’re being annoying now.” Taehyung says as he storms into your room. You haven’t left your room for the last two weeks. 

Jimin has come to visit you to cheer you up. The two of you watched the entire Star Wars Franchise in just three days. Jungkook keeps sending you memes through text. Taehyung has been trying to persuade you to go out with him to find a rebound. And the only person you want to cry to has been ignoring your entire existence.  

Namjoon has been ignoring you. 

Jungkook says he’s going through his own set of emotions, so you’re not upset. You just hope that he still wants to be your friend. 

Two losses in a month is not something you need right now. 

“What are you doing here?” You say bringing your duvet over your head. Taehyung has been here for two hours, except in those two hours he’s been downstairs talking to your mother and brother. You’re pretty sure your mother had him do odd jobs with your brother until he could finally get away. 

Taehyung gets a hold of your duvet and pries it off your body. A frustrated noise leaves your mouth as you sit up slamming your hands on top of your mattress. “Has anyone told you that you’re the most annoying person on this fucking planet.” You say crossing your legs underneath you. 

“Yes, actually. At this point I take it as a compliment. Now get up.” He rolls his eyes, opening your closet, throwing you the first shirt he gets a hold off and a pair of jeans. “Get changed before I change you myself.” 

You throw the shirt back to him. “No, get out.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes and kneels on your bed. He grabs your waist and hoists you up. It surprises you for a second because when did your childhood best friend get so strong? 

“Let me go Tae or I won’t talk to you anymore. I’m so serious about this.” You yell. He ignores your fussing and walks out of your bedroom into your shared bathroom with your friend. The latter standing next to his bedroom door, a smirk on his lips. “Help me idiot.” You yell. Your brother simply shrugs and walks into his bedroom. 

Taehyung sets you down in the shower, turning on the water. The icy cold catches you off guard, and you scream in frustration. “Now you have no choice but to get ready.” He pushes aside your anger, closing the glass door in front of you. Leaving you seething and wet. 

“I’ll bring your clothes. We are going out tonight.” 

You grumble, pulling down on your black mini dress as you follow your so-called best friend through the club street of your home town. 

In the last two hours you’ve found out that all of your friends including your mother have conspired against you. All of them have secretly planned a night out in order to get you out of your self-wallowing pity hole. Taehyung who wakes up to choose violence everyday is the one to execute the final step of their plan. 

It’s annoying. You’re beyond angry, but your mom made it pretty clear that you weren’t allowed to come back until you went to at least one club. 

So here you are. Following Taehyung in a dress you bought years ago but never wore because it was out of your comfort zone. Apparently Jungkook, Jimin and Jimin’s girlfriend Lia are already waiting outside the first club. 

“Let’s go princess.” Taehyung snaps his fingers. You roll your eyes, hitting his hand away. 

“I’m not a dog Tae.” You spit out, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Why did you ever buy this dress in the first place? Sure, it was cute, and a spur of the moment purchase, but you should’ve known better.

Taehyung sighs, catching up to you and snakes an arm around your shoulders tugging you into his side. “I know this is the last thing you want to do.” He starts halting your movements and turning you to face him. 

“Can you blame me Tae, it literally hurts to breathe sometimes.” You choke out, blinking back tears. Crying before the club is worse than crying inside the club. You have no lights or music to distract the bystanders from witnessing your breakdown. 

“We know princess, but the last thing Hoseok would want is for you to put your life on pause.” 

“D-Don’t say his name, please.” You whisper, looking down at the dirt floor. Your chunky black heels have attracted mud while you walk through the streets, and you wish you would’ve begged harder for Taehyung to let you wear your sneakers. 

Taehyung sighs, and brings you in for a hug. “I know it’s hard. But just one club try to enjoy yourself for at least an hour. You love dancing, let it all go and just dance with me tonight.” He whispers, rubbing your shoulders. 

You hate that a part of you agrees with him. You hate that he’s right about Hoseok wanting you to move on from him. But you’ve never fallen so hard for someone before. You’ve never known what it's like to love until him, and it’s hard to just forget. Still, rotting in bed is not the answer to all of your life's problems. Neither is clubbing, but your friends have different ways of coping with hard situations. 

“Fine, just one club.” 

You should’ve known better. 

One club always meant three clubs. One drink always meant five drinks. 

The lights are blinding, and your black mini dress is sticking to your skin from all of the sweat. Your waterproof mascara has forgotten that it’s waterproof. Your feet are so numb that you can’t feel your toes. But you haven’t thought about your break up and your sadness in the past four hours.

Taehyung’s hands are on your hips as he guides you to the beat of the music. You’ve been stuck to his side the entire time. Nothing more than a playful feeling brewing between the two of you. It’s platonic. It doesn’t mean anything, and it feels good to just let loose after such a long time. 

You look around the emptying club, spotting Jimin and Lia making out in the corner. Jungkook is talking up a girl by the DJ booth. You do feel almost bad that you’ve hogged Taehyung the entire night. You’re sure he wants to chat up the girls that have been sending you death glares the entire night. But Taehyung is loyal. He always has been and he promised he’d stay by your side the entire night. 

“I’m going to go get some water.” You say into Taehyung’s ear, yelling above the music so he can hear you. He sheepishly looks at you and nods his head. 

His hands drop down to his side, and he leans into your ear. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He slurs. You give him a thumbs up and walk around his body towards the bar. You approach the bar, stumbling through the bodies blocking your way. When you finally make it to your destination, you sit on one of the barstools. 

You lean your chin on top of the palm of your hand, watching the bartender waiting for him to finally acknowledge your existence. He doesn’t come fast enough because you’re soon distracted by a tap against your shoulder. You turn around, locking eyes with soft brown eyes and a sweet smile. The man is beautiful, straight out of a magazine editorial, but there’s something familiar about him. You aren’t sure if it’s his laid-back style or the swoop of his hair, but you’re positive that you’ve seen him before. 

Maybe in your dreams?

Or maybe the alcohol in your system is causing the delusion to come up to the surface. More evidence that you need water. So, you ignore his presence and turn to face the bar. He does the opposite and takes the empty seat next to you. You blink at him, opening your mouth to say something, but he stops you. 

“Is that your boyfriend?” He says, pointing behind you. You follow his finger, your eyes landing on Taehyung, talking to some girls right outside of the bathroom. You smile, turning to face the stranger again. 

“No, he's my friend.” You shrug. 

The stranger nods, before holding his hand out in a handshake. “In that case, I’m Ian.” 

You don’t know what comes over you. But you take his hand, “Nice to meet you Ian.” You introduce yourself. A mistake you’ll one day regret at a coffee shop with Namjoon and matching red rimmed eyes. 

The beginning of your fall from grace.

But how would you have known? Getting back on your feet was the whole purpose of this night.

Right?

a/n: I hope you all understand who the last character introduction is if you remember the whole premise of the story lmao. But this is our last chapter in the past. We will be going back to the present!

[danielmolloystits]

break up with your girlfriend, i'm bored (2/2)

Summary:

“Armand?” Lestat looks at him very seriously, then. “He has neglected you?” Daniel laughs, though there isn’t much humor in it. “That’s one fuckin’ word for it, sure.” “Oh, mon ami.” Lestat’s eyes are round and wet like an animal’s. “A prize such as yourself does not deserve this terrible treatment.” He shrugs. “You get used to it.” “No.” Lestat grabs one of Daniel’s hands in both of his own, making such intense eye contact with the journalist that it starts to grow uncomfortable. “You deserve better. You must understand this.” “Okay,” Daniel agrees, shifting a little in his seat. Anything to move past this point in the interaction. “I deserve better.” “Good,” Lestat says, nodding resolutely to himself. “This is why you should let me fuck you.”

Pairing: M/M (Daniel/Lestat, Armand/Daniel) Rating: E WC: ~3,200

Daniel’s first thought after his climax is that Armand is going to kill him, for real this time, and his cock is still going to be twitching from the aftershocks when he does.

He thinks it’s probably indicative of something deeply, deeply wrong with him that it makes a spark of renewed arousal alight in his gut.

Quietly, he scrambles to pull his boxers and t-shirt back on. The other two vampires don’t appear to notice.

“Lestat,” Armand says, voice devoid of any emotion whatsoever. And, wow, Daniel really gets what Louis meant when he’d described this expression as ‘half-blank, half-apocalyptic.’ “It would be a good idea for you to leave now.”

The blond just raises an eyebrow at him, still holding Daniel in his hand, still absolutely covered in the mess Daniel made. “Can you not see that I am a little bit busy here?”

Armand’s jaw is clenched so tight that Daniel can hear the creak of bone on bone. “Now.”

“My apologies, mon frère, but someone has to ravage your fledgling, and if you’re not going to do it—”

In an instant, Lestat is flung off of the bed and into the wall at speed, the plaster buckling from the force of the impact. Daniel is grateful, suddenly, that their team sprung for a nice hotel; if this were a Motel 6, Lestat would be clean into the next room, easy.

“Guess we’re not getting our deposit back,” He says, because he can’t help himself. Because he’s never had even an ounce of self-preservation. Armand’s eyes cut to him briefly, his irises vibrating like a dragonfly’s wings, and Daniel’s stomach bottoms out. Mostly from fear.

Lestat, meanwhile, huffs a pained laugh and stands. “Well, I can see when I’m not wanted,” he says, his hands spreading in a gesture of appeasement. “Monsieur Molloy, do you mind if I borrow your room for the evening?”

Wordlessly, Daniel tosses him the key card.

“Merci, darling.” Lestat bows, then begins to take his leave. He pauses, however, as he passes by Armand, swiping two fingers through the stickiness that decorates his cheek and presenting them to the other vampire. “Parting gift?”

A muscle above Armand’s lip spasms in an aborted snarl.

“Fine then,” Lestat says with a shrug, popping the digits into his mouth instead and grinning once they’ve been sucked clean. “More for me.”

Then, he exits, closing the door soundly behind him, and Daniel and Armand are alone together for the first time since...well, since.

“So,” Daniel says, drawing out the vowel sound sarcastically as he sits up against the headboard. “The last time my dad walked in on me with a boy was a pretty long while ago—I forget, are you supposed to ground me now, or do we just pretend it didn’t happen and never bring it up again?”

Armand opens his mouth to speak, but Daniel doesn’t let him.

“Or is this more of an infidelity situation? Because I’m gonna be honest with you, Armand: I didn’t realize we were together. On account of how you fucked off immediately after turning me.”

“You’re angry with me,” Armand says, and it’s insane how quickly he melts from predator back into prey, all slumped shoulders and big, wobbly doe eyes.

“You think?”

The other vampire isn’t meeting his gaze, his own fixed somewhere on Daniel’s cheek like he can’t bear to look straight at him. “I didn’t want you to hate me. For what I did to you.”

“And you thought abandoning me to figure this shit out by myself was a good way to prevent that?” He asks, incredulous. “News flash, Amadeo: it wasn’t.”

“I’m here now,” Armand points out—hopeful, fragile, as though he’s afraid the words will shatter in his mouth if he isn’t careful.

“Yeah, and why is that?” Daniel asks, lacing it with all the righteous indignation he can muster. But despite his best efforts, he finds himself losing steam in the face of Armand’s complete and utter supplication. “Don’t tell me it’s because you’re into me.”

The other vampire finally looks at him head-on, his eyes piercing straight through to the core of Daniel. To the knot of uncomfortable, complicated feelings that sits just beneath his breast. “Is it really so difficult to believe?”

“Kind of,” He says, reflexively shifting under the weight of Armand’s stare. It’s ridiculous, he thinks, how easily the man sets him off-kilter. How easily he comes in and turns Daniel’s life upside down, as though it’s nothing to him.

Armand stalks towards him slowly, then, managing to appear at once like the nervous rabbit and the cat hunting it from the bushes. Like both the thing to be eaten and the one doing the eating, like both the consumer and the consumed. He approaches the bed until he arrives at the edge of the mattress, sitting down delicately atop it and never once looking away from Daniel as he does. His expression is painfully open; achingly earnest.

“You have no idea the things I’d like to do you,” he says, and Daniel understands why he was so cautious earlier, because the words come out cracked and fractured, the edges of them sharp enough to cut.

(Belatedly, Daniel wonders when exactly his life turned into a trashy harem romance novel. He thinks that maybe he ought to be more upset about it.)

“Hard to know when you don’t tell me,” he replies, his voice a lot rougher than it was mere moments ago. It’s humiliating, he thinks, the obviousness of his desire. The fact that he even still wants the fucker after all the shit he’s put Daniel through.

Armand slides the rest of the way onto the bed, crawling forward on his knees until his body cages Daniel’s from above. His gaze falls to Daniel’s lips. “I could tell you now, if you wanted.”

And he is simply too weak to say no to that, so instead he murmurs, “Yeah,” his hand reaching up to tangle in Armand’s hair. “That might be good.”

Armand ducks his head down to lay a kiss beneath the sensitive skin of his ear. “I want to claim you,” he whispers, before dragging his tongue over the spot his lips just brushed, “I want to make you mine.”

Daniel gasps, his fingers tightening in the silky black curls. “What else?”

“I want to taste you.” As he speaks, he grazes the tips of his fangs down until they rest at his pulse point. “I want your blood to fill my mouth; I want to stain my teeth red with the very life of you. I want to memorize how it flows over my tongue.”

“Is that all?” He means it to sound cool, nonchalant, but the attempt is belied by how each exhale grows quicker and quicker with every teasing touch.

“No.” He can feel Armand’s smile pressing into his neck. “I also want to fuck you,” he starts, his hand snaking down to palm at Daniel’s hardening cock through his underwear, “until you forget the name of every other person who has ever touched you.”

Daniel moans, hips canting into the contact; Armand rewards him by firming his grip. “Okay,” he says airily, as Armand licks a filthy line back up his throat. “I can agree to those terms.”

“Say it, then,” Armand orders, stroking his thumb over where the head of Daniel’s cock tents his boxers. “Say you’ll belong to me.”

If Daniel were any less turned on right now, if the scent of Armand wasn’t filling his nose all earthy and sweet like honeyed cloves, then maybe he could respond with something snarky. Maybe he would be able to say no. As it is, he rasps, “I’m yours, Armand,” as fervent and breathless as a desperate prayer. “I’m yours.”

Armand kisses him then, hot and raging like a wildfire. It sucks the air from his lungs and replaces it with burning smoke, lights every nerve ending in his body aflame. It consumes him, destroys him, unmakes him and reduces him to smoldering ash in the shape of the man he used to be.

What happens after that is a blur, soft and surreal like a hazy memory: Armand strips Daniel and takes him into his mouth, painting over the places Lestat kissed with his tongue until his spit is all that remains. He writes his name into Daniel’s skin like a promise, like a brand, like he plans on doing it to every inch of Daniel until he’s covered in reminders of Armand’s existence.

Then, once Armand has him reduced to a wanting, whimpering mess, he pulls Daniel into the cradle of his arms, spine to sternum, and fucks into him as though he’s trying to make a home for himself in his lover’s body. As though it isn’t enough for Armand to claim his lips or his throat or his skin; he needs to mark Daniel’s insides, too, his guts and his organs and the viscera that holds him together.

When Daniel comes, Armand’s fist wrapped around him and Armand’s cock buried deep in his ass, it is a revelation. It is an epiphany. Armand follows him shortly after, clutching him close and tight and perfect.

Daniel doesn’t think he ever intends to let go again.

After Daniel’s had enough time to recover and he can be sarcastic again, he jokes, “If I had realized that fucking Lestat would bring you back, I’d have done it a lot sooner.”

Armand looks at him with an exaggerated pout. “Hm. That’s no good.”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

Then, the other vampire is climbing back on top of him. In between kisses, he murmurs, “You still remember his name. We’ll have to remedy that.”

And, well. Daniel’s not about to argue with him.

[toriisasimp]

Chapter 1 of ?: Just Ask

An Egon Spengler x fem!reader Mini Series

Prompt: Yet another Ghostbusters press event is nearing, and once the secret is spilled of a certain scientist who wants to take you as a date, you decide to investigate for yourself.

Warnings: None!

A/N: First chapter of a mini series I’m working on. Not sure if it’s actually going to be a mini series or a full fic, but we’ll see! Egon and reader have already kind of been flirting with each other. You’ve also been working at the firehouse for a few months now. Enjoy! <3

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It was nearing dinner time, and Janine had clocked out early for a date with Louis. You bid her goodnight with a warm smile and wave, and settled yourself behind the receptionist desk, propping up your feet and opening up one of the books you sneaked from Egon’s collection in the lab.

Finally, some peace and quiet..

You hear your name shouted by Peter, who comes stomping down the staircase with Ray hot on his tail.

“Go cool your boyfriend! He won’t listen to us!”

“..He’s not my boyfriend, Venkman.” You specify blankly, only briefly peeking over the top of your book to eye him coming around the corner and walking up to the desk.

“It sure seems like he thinks so.” Ray pipes up, folding his arms.

“What did you guys do to upset him now?” You flip the page, ignoring Ray’s comment.

“We didn’t do anything. He’s just throwing one of those dramatic fits of his where he shuts completely down and doesn’t speak to anyone, other than snapping at Ray for eating all the Cheez-Its.”

“Valid reason to be upset.” You shrug it off. You and Egon are both extremely territorial over your snacks. So much so that you end up labeling them with a permanent marker so the other boys know what they can and can’t touch.

“Not the point. The point is, you need to go up there and work your..” Venkman wiggles his fingers. “Womanly magic to get him to break. It’s getting annoying.”

“What? Not having him correct your incorrect scientific so-called ‘knowledge’,” you throw up some air quotes, “That you just spew out on a whim is annoying?”

“YES.” Ray and Peter both speak at the same time.

You huff and slide the bookmark back into your book before shutting it, pulling your legs off the desk and setting the book down before you rise up.

“It could be that he’s upset because of the gala.” Ray murmurs, more in Peter’s direction.

You pause halfway to the steps, turning your head back around.

“What gala?”

The two of them look at you like they’re a deer in the headlights.

“Whoops.” Ray grits his teeth.

“The gala at the Museum of Natural History? The one you guys got invited to? What about it?”

“You see, he was going to-” Peter starts talking, before Ray sends a fist to his gut from the side.

“Peter!”

“What?” He throws his hands up. “She’s gonna find out soon enough!”

Ray rolls his eyes and grumbles, looking away as Peter rubs the spot on his stomach before continuing.

“He was going to,” His voice lowered a few notches. “He was going to ask you to be his date. But I’m convinced he’s having some emotional conflict and mood swings because he doesn’t think you want to go with him.”

You stand there, in slight shock. “He told you this?” You perk a brow.

“He tells us a lot, kid.” Ray speaks up again, folding his arms once more and leaning against the desk with a slight tilt of his head.

“Of course, ‘bro-code’ or whatever. I get it. I’ll ask him about it-”

“NO!” They both stand swiftly.

“Why?” You stop again, at the bottom of the steps.

“That man will literally, and I mean literally, have our heads if he finds out we told you about that.” Peter pleads.

You go back and forth glaring at both of them, rolling your eyes before sighing.

“Fine, fine. I won’t ask about it.” You slowly start making your way up the steps to the next floor. “But please, give us some privacy. Do not eavesdrop.”

“That’s the spirit, go rub one out for your man!” Peter whoops, and you shake your head.

“You’re disgusting, Venkman.”

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At the top of the steps, the soft music from a boombox on the kitchen table grows louder, and you spot Egon, with his back facing you. He’s at the corner workbench, hunched over a microscope.

You slowly approach, tugging your shirt sleeves over your hands and folding your arms. You admire him for a moment, how he’s so focused, his hands subtly turning the knobs of the machine to scope in on the slide he’s examining.

“Spengler,” You speak up, and Egon doesn’t even jump, he just murmurs your name in acknowledgement as he stays put in his hunched position.

“Are you doing alright?” You walk up to the bench, leaning against the corner, tilting your head slightly.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be alright?” He speaks again, finally rising up and turning to scribble down some notes in a nearby open notebook.

“Just checking in..” You murmured defensively, approaching even further to stand next to him. “What are you working on?”

“Logging ectoplasm samples,” He turns back from the notebook, catching your gaze for a short moment before hunching back down over the microscope. “Could you help me put them into the system?”

Egon knows how much you genuinely enjoy assisting him in the lab, and you’ve told him to always ask if he wants help.. Or just wants some company.

“Can I see it first?” You motion to the microscope.

“Sure.” He nods, stepping back and giving you space to see the slide for yourself.

You step up to the microscope, squinting one eye so you can see into the scope. The plasm is moving on the slide, the cells wiggling ever so slightly. You stand alone for a moment, before you feel Egon’s hand come to gently rest on your waist.

“What can you see?” He asks, a bit softer.

“Well, it looks like it’s doing a little dance!” You giggle, still intrigued by the slime.

“It’s Psychomagnotheric, which means it responds to human emotional states around it. Positive and negative.”

“You must be pissed or something, cause it’s moving a lot-”

“Aaaand that’s enough of that.” You feel both of his hands on your waist now, pulling you back from the microscope.

“Maan, I was just kidding!” You pout, throwing your hands up and laughing.

“Grab the computer, please.” He shoos you away, and you put a hand up, shaking your head before you spin around and snatch the chunky laptop off the workbench across from you, turning and sliding into one of the swivel chairs at the table before opening the laptop. Egon slides over his open notebook, full of listings and observations of the slime you had looked at.

You immediately get to work putting in the notes into the logging system. You feel an itch in your head to bring up the gala.

“I heard that gala at the museum is in a few days. Are you going?” You ask. Start vague.

Egon freezes at the microscope, rising up to look at you.

“Are you?” He asks in return, not answering your question.

“That depends, are you?” You shoot back, perking a brow and pausing your typing.

You swear you see a slight tint of pink on Egon’s cheeks, as he shifts and leans against the workbench.

“I’ll go if you go.” He states as casually as possible, even though his discomfort is visible.

“I was gonna go if you went.” You shrug, trying to making it as relaxed as possible.

“We could go together.” He adds, his eyes not leaving yours.

You glance down at the computer for a brief moment before looking back up at him, taking your turn for the heat to creep up to your cheeks. You silently nod.

“Are you going to wear a tux?” You ask before your brain can stop you.

Egon tilts his head, a subtle smirk playing at his lips.

“Why? Does it matter to you?”

“No, no! I’m just.. curious. If it’s black tie, then I’m just.. just curious!”

“Curious.. right. Well, I don’t go to many social events, but perhaps I’ll make an exception and see what I can find.” He keeps his eyes on you, folding his arms across his chest- the smirk still stamped to his face.

An exception?

You nod. “Sounds good. We’ll go together.” You state again, setting it in stone- sending him a smirk of your own before looking back down at the computer, returning back to your work.

Egon eyes you for a few more seconds, noticing how the light of the desk lamp hit your face.. Jesus.

He quickly turned back to the microscope before he could get caught gawking over you, returning to the task at hand as well.

Both of you continued your work, and you were first to call it a night- around 2 AM. Egon’s hand brushed over yours as you handed him back his notebook, and he bid you goodnight- watching you walk away and disappear into the sleeping quarters.

Little did you know, he was sharing your same thoughts that night- imagining what the other was going to look like at the gala. But another thought teased your mind as you fell asleep.

If the slime reacted to positive and negative emotions from humans..

What else would it react to?

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<3

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One Last Time

A fic by smittenwithlouis on AO3 | @smittenwithlouis on Tumblr | @smittenwlouis on Twitter

24k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“I mean it, Harry, this is the last time,” Louis breathes out as Harry kisses down his neck. “Sure,” Harry mumbles into his heated skin. The action makes Louis shudder. He hates how good it feels. He knows he should be revolted. Disgusted. But god does it feel so damn good. Or: Louis is a werewolf, and Harry is a vampire. They’re supposed to hate each other, but they’re too busy fucking to care.

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Wolves, I hear them calling for you

A fic by DaxitaIsDaydreaming on AO3 | @DaxitasDaydrmng on Twitter

18k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

"Don't growl at me, little cherry. You know I care about you and I have the right and obligation to distrust any alpha, beta, or omega who approaches you." As soon as those words reached his ears, he blushed like a tomato. Did he really just growl? Like, actually growl? He was losing his mind. "You know I hate being treated like a naive person who doesn't know what they're doing," he lied. He loved being overprotected by the alpha. There was a small (big) charm in feeling small and delicate. Besides how sexy Harry looked with his protective aura radiating from his pores. Wait... What? Did he just think his best friend, almost brother, of his entire life was sexy? No. NO. N- His internal struggle was interrupted when he felt himself being enveloped by the alpha's huge arms. He had pulled him into his body with such ease that his blush grew. Louis could feel his face burning with embarrassment. "You look so beautiful all red like a cherry. My little cherry," he heard him murmur, his husky voice traveling from his eardrum to his brain and settling in his heart. Or Harry was in love with Louis, but the omega definitely didn't see him that way. Or maybe he did.

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Total distraction

A fic by SwimmingInAChampagneSea on AO3 | @mmmmmmariiaa on Twitter

58k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

He saw tanned skin and someone walking with a sway of their hips. They had a tray in one hand and were treating the beach as their runway. Harry was mesmerised by the person getting nearer and nearer. The person approaching was wearing indecently short and tight white shorts. Harry could hardly tear his eyes away from that whole situation. "My eyes are up here, you know," a velvety soft voice said. Harry was immediately horrified and quickly made eye contact with the person speaking. He could feel the blush rushing to his cheeks and was immensely happy that he was wearing sunglasses that provided just a bit of refuge from those piercing blue eyes he suddenly found himself looking into. OR the one where Love On Tour just finished and Harry finds himself being shipped off to Mykonos for three weeks alone. He expects to spend them bored and lonely until Louis comes sashaying down the beach and changes his life forever... or at least for the next three weeks.

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Eyes full of stars, heart full of sins

A fic by saturdaysilvers on AO3 | @saturdaysilver on Tumblr | @saturdaysilvers on Twitter

5k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

As their soul-tying ceremony approaches, Louis reminisces about his relationship with Harry, how they fell in love amidst the war, and how an uncertain foundation still led them to undeniable love.

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i know your love’s not real

A fic by softruins on AO3 | @diazstark on Twitter

68k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

With a simple bet that could’ve given him his ticket out of this town, Louis finds that taking the virginity of the nerdy alpha came with lots of difficulties and consequences. One being his lack of patience, the other being a broken heart.

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In The Spotlight, In His Arms

A fic by Ashisinlove on AO3 | @ashisinlove28 on Twitter

20k | Not Rated | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 128: Popstar Harry Styles and uni student Louis. Harry accidentally goes live on Instagram and his phone captures Louis sleeping peacefully. That’s how he introduces Louis as his boyfriend to the world. The world falls in love with Louis Tomlinson but will everyone really? Slight angst, insecure Louis, but lots of fluff and Louis is so easy to fall in love with.

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from underneath your glow

A fic by outropeace on AO3 | @outropeace on Tumblr | @outropeaces on Twitter

53k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

With years of bitter experience and a tuition debt that would outlast three generations, Louis did what anyone in his position would; he developed an almost flawless five-step system for scamming alphas. Step One: Find the target. The scummier the alpha, the better. Step Two: Find the target’s soulmate mark. This part could take either a day or sometimes months of stalking every single social media the target have. Patience is key. Step Three: After learning about their hobbies and activities, mold your personality to the target. There’s nothing more irresistible to alphas than to date their mirror. Step Four (and the most important one): Plan the exit route. This will mostly depend on the target. There are alphas who’d pay to make a soulmate disappear from their lives forever, but some took a little more work. The trick? Simple, break their little fantasy. Show them traits they wouldn’t stand. If they like red, suddenly you are all about blue. If they like going out, you start craving nights in. Speak your mind freely—honestly, they hate that. Becoming clingy or basically having any type of need outside theirs also helps a lot. Step Five: Disappear.  

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Always Yours

A fic by heartbreakwthr on AO3 | @heart_breakwthr on Twitter

8k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 89: Jealous and Possessive Harry when someone new arrives in their group and has a crush on Louis.

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Midnight Doesn't Last Forever

A fic by mandylynn4 on AO3 | @mandylynn4 on Tumblr | @MirandaSch93519 on Twitter

64k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

When Harry learns that his beloved grandfather has passed away, he also discovers that he's inherited the lake house that he so fondly remembers from childhood. However, it comes with a stipulation - he must be legally married before he can take possession of it. Enter his best friend, Louis, who is an accident-prone freelancer who has a desperate need for health insurance. All seems to be going well with the plan until Louis finds himself in an unfortunate accident that robs him of his memories of Harry and their marriage of convenience.

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[dailytomlinson]

Paris recap

Louis showed up wearing Balmain polo shirt

Setlist had 22 songs

Louis brought back Headline for Paris

Kill My Mind Lights

“Listen, last time we were in Paris I think I played to roughly about two thousand - two and a half thousand people a night… Look at us now. I owe it all to you so thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“Let me take you down memory lane for a second […] this feels kinda a bit too fucking profound, I can remember very clearly the feeling of really really fucking wanting to be back on the road and wanting to do these shows. But there was a time in my life where I wasn’t sure that I was gonna get this moment again and then last year, last year was absolutely fucking incredible.”

“We played an amazing show in Paris [last year]. But you know, there’s a moment in that kinda situation where you have to bite yourself, you know? You can see the great crowds in front of you, but I wanted to be in a room like this. And I knew, I knew in the bottom of me heart if we kept working, I could do fucking anything with you lot. So honestly, I love you. I love you. When I come off stage, most nights, one of my managers will say ‘That was one of the loudest gigs of the tour.’ Cause they’ve got some kinda technology that records all that right. This is one of the biggest fucking rooms on this european tour so there’s absolutely no reason why we shouldn’t be the loudest. Let’s fucking make that happen. We’ve got about four songs left. Let’s do it! Here we go, see who knows it.”

Rainbow lights project for She Is Beauty We Are World Class

Louis having fun with the fans chanting / “Listen, let me regain control for a second”

Red lights forming hearts for Angels Fly

Rainbow Lights for Saturdays / Louis: “This looks fucking amazing from where I’m standing”

“Paris, this has been one of those shows, I do not want it to end but it has to. Let’s get the loudest fucking night. We’ve got about ninety seconds left. Give me every last bit of energy you’ve got. Sing this next bit, let’s bring the fucking roof down. Here we go.”

“Goodnight, Paris, I fucking love you!”

Closing: Silver Tongues